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Most people I know truly don't have an affinity for this book.

I read it during a period when I somewhat related to the central agonist. Well, one could debate whether it was the father or the son who was the central figure. But at that time, I was a teenager and equally strange.

The novel possesses a genuine redemptive (almost Biblical) beauty in the way the father transcends societal, cultural, and other conditioning. Well, there goes a spoiler. Sorry!

To me, this is yet another book (similar to, for example, Franny and Zooey, which I absolutely love) in that category where if you read the book at the opportune moment, it kind of remains with you forever. Probably if I had discovered it now, it wouldn't move me as profoundly or have such a lasting impact.

It's interesting how the timing of reading a particular book can have such a significant influence on our perception and connection with it.

Maybe it's because during certain stages of our lives, we are more receptive to certain themes and ideas.

Or perhaps it's just a matter of fate that brings us to the right book at the right time.

Either way, this experience has taught me the importance of being open to new books and being willing to explore different genres and authors.

You never know when you might come across a book that will change your life.

I loved this book with an intensity that words can hardly describe.

It is absurdly funny, in that unique understated way that only Cheever can manage. His ability to make the familiar space and actions seem exotic through his use of language is truly masterful. The structure of the book is perhaps a bit too tidy to feel completely natural, but considering it is an exploration of a parable, that makes some sense.

The plot and what some might call "the hurtling inevitability" of the story didn't hold much interest for me. However, I could have easily read hundreds more pages about the residents of Bullet Park and still not have been satisfied.

Apart from the main characters' stories, the book is filled with dozens of miniature portraits of characters that we only catch glimpses of or never see again. Each of these page-long sections, seamlessly woven into the larger narrative, has the weight and significance of some of Cheever's lesser-known short story classics. It is a testament to his talent as a writer that even these brief portraits are so vivid and engaging.

This book is a must-read for anyone who appreciates great literature and the power of language to transport us to new and unexpected places.

My goodness,

What a strange, airless book this is!

It's a novel, I suppose, perhaps about a man who endures intense and constant pain in his life yet remains very happy. Suddenly, he realizes that this pain constantly plagues him, and he nearly falls apart.

However, for the most part, he is rescued through an extraordinary experience. This experience allows him, I guess, maybe, to gloss over the intense pain by creating a willfully invented, present-focused life-out-of-time in a suburb. It's as incantatory and arbitrary as the guru's spells (as Cheever hints) or to accept the mostly small consolations and somehow continue on, pleased, in the face of the large impositions (as Cheever-the-narrator insists).

The story seems to explore the human capacity to endure and find meaning in the midst of suffering, and how different people may respond to the same circumstances in very different ways. It makes one wonder about the nature of happiness and pain, and how we can navigate through life's challenges.

10/7/21 Addendum:

It has been almost a year since I read this book, and it has truly stayed on my mind. There are some fascinating themes of belonging that I constantly return to. While I still believe the book has certain flaws, I now realize that my initial review was perhaps a bit too harsh. I'm leaving this with a solid 4 rating. May we all avoid the seasonal cafard!

This book definitely has its shining moments. The lush prose is what elevates this from a 3.5 to a 4. Maybe I'm just growing tired of white men and their overly dramatic problems. I've never seen it mentioned before, but in my opinion, Delillo's White Noise is clearly highly influenced by this book, yet in my view, it surpasses it. However, it's difficult to dislike a book with an opening like this:

“Paint me a small railroad station then, ten minutes before dark. Beyond the platform are the waters of the Wekonsett River, reflecting a somber afterglow. The architecture of the station is oddly informal, gloomy but unserious, and mostly resembles a pergola, cottage or summer house although this is a climate of harsh winters. The lamps along the platform burn with a nearly palpable plaintiveness. The setting seems in some way to be at the heart of the matter. We travel by plane, oftener than not, and yet the spirit of our country seems to have remained a country of railroads. You wake in a pullman bedroom at three a.m. in a city the name of which you do not know and may never discover. A man stands on the platform with a child on his shoulders. They are waving goodbye to some traveler, but what is the child doing up so late and why is the man crying? On a siding beside the platform there is a lighted dining car where a waiter sits alone at a table, adding up his accounts. Beyond this is a water tower and beyond this a well-lighted and empty street. Then you think happily that this is your country - unique, mysterious and vast.”

Somewhere between Raymond Carver, Richard Yates, and American Beauty lies Bullet Park. Well, that's partly true. However, you'd also have to add in a colder tone, more strange behavior, some existentialism, and even a little mystery too.

Whilst this wasn't by any means a bad novel, I felt Cheever's brilliant short story 'The Swimmer' did more for me in just a few pages than this did in roughly 250. This novel felt far too illusive for me. It takes on some big themes that I just didn't feel were explored properly. The characters were so weird that I struggled to feel anything for them.

Apparently, this novel didn't go down too well with readers on its first release in the late 60s. They much preferred his work featuring the Wapshot family. I've only read The Wapshot Chronicle and can see what they mean. That was a warm, easy-to-read novel that really struck a chord, especially the moments between father and son. In contrast, I just couldn't find much of a connection with Bullet Park.

Overall, Bullet Park is a novel about chance, the evil that comes quietly and unannounced, and the fears and frustrations of modern man. Don't be fooled by the nice-looking cover. Lurking behind those perfect white picket fences and bright green lawns are some messed-up people that I certainly wouldn't want as neighbors. Having said that, it would make for some interesting cocktail parties, I bet. For anyone who read and liked The Wapshot Chronicle, this is, despite there being humor now and again, darker and more troublesome territory.

I’ve had a remarkable run of success with reading American 20th Century novels in recent times. First, there was The Book of Daniel, which took me on a captivating journey. Then came Manhattan Transfer, further enriching my literary exploration. And now, I’ve delved into this rather strange demolition of suburban New York.

It’s a book where the seemingly neat houses and ordinary dinner parties of suburban life serve as a facade, concealing a plethora of issues. Repressed anger simmers beneath the surface, alcoholism and prescription drug abuse lurk in the shadows, mental illness casts a dark cloud, strange dreams haunt the characters, and the fear of homosexuality adds another layer of complexity. What makes this book truly remarkable is the way it is written with precise cruelty, yet it often manages to be darkly funny.

Elliott Nailles is obsessively controlling when it comes to his wife and son, while Paul Hammer (yes, Hammer and Nailles!) is a wanderer tortured by his illegitimacy. Their destinies converge in the small suburb of Bullet Park, and it is the build-up to their final dramatic encounter that forms the core substance of the book.

There is a wealth of religious imagery and subversion of religion throughout the story. At times, it is overt, like the presence of Churches and Nailles’ internal monologues. But at other moments, it appears incongruously in the middle of another subject. Travel and trains serve as a recurring motif, as do the dreams that the characters experience but rarely resolve.

Definitely another author I will read more from, as this book has left a lasting impression on me.

I've been intending to read Cheever throughout my entire adult life. However, I didn't anticipate that I would like him. Suburban malaise isn't a subject that I feel the need to invest a great deal more time in exploring.

Bullet Park, by John Cheever, simply demonstrates that when the author is truly great, the subject matter has little impact on your enjoyment. This book is precisely what I was afraid of regarding Cheever. Set in a prosperous Connecticut bedroom community, the protagonist is a salaryman addicted to amphetamines. The teenage son is confined to bed due to depression, and the wife is a repressed sexpot. This has been done to death in countless books and movies for at least 40 years. And yet, I adored it! Cheever manages to make it feel fresh. He also throws in the counterpoint to the protagonist, Nailles - the sociopathic Hammer, who decides on a whim to murder Nailles' son. Don't be concerned; these aren't spoilers. You don't read this book for the plot but rather for the prose. Cheever's writing carries you along on a broad, smooth river of words to a violent, surprising, and uplifting conclusion. What an excellent surprise Bullet Park has turned out to be.

WOW!

wow

WOW!

For the majority of the book, I was utterly and completely captivated by the writing style. I continuously found myself thinking that this wasn't the kind of book I typically favored, yet simultaneously, I held a deep respect for John Cheever's remarkable skill and craftsmanship.

BUT THEN

I came across the turning point line of the entire book (the last line of Part II)

AND MY JAW DROPPED TO THE FLOOR!

This book is truly spectacular! Cheever possesses the patience to methodically construct the story, develop the characters, and unfold the plot, all while the reader remains completely oblivious to his masterful command of writing. Suddenly, BOOM, it all converges. He has had you wrapped around his little finger throughout the entire journey without you even realizing it!

Another way to describe it without revealing too much (and, by the way, DO NOT READ THE BACK COVER DESCRIPTION OF THE BOOK FOR THEN IT WILL SPOIL IT!), the book reads for me like observing the color gray on a stormy day for an incredibly long time. An interesting yet somewhat dreary and at times dull, Bullet Park gray. Suddenly, the most intense slash of red tears across the page. The entire ending, especially the last line which I keep rereading over and over again - is truly amazing. His choice of words, their repetition, and the precise moments when to use them are so expertly done! Bravo! Thank you, John Cheever, for disproving my initial thought that this was *merely* an interesting and "not for me" read. It's truly brilliant!

Cheever always appears to have a captivating perspective on suburbia.

I'm not completely certain how this particular story unfolds. You have a suburban man who is unsteadily complacent and an insane anti-suburban man who tries to kill the son of the unsteadily complacent suburban man.

The summary indicates that the boy is rescued but the American dream perishes. Nevertheless, the book seems to be just as critical of the anti-suburban man as it is of the suburban man.

I'm not sure what conclusion to draw from that, but I never anticipated Cheever to be straightforward.

Perhaps Cheever is highlighting the flaws and contradictions within both the suburban lifestyle and the opposition to it.

It could be that he is showing that neither extreme is ideal and that there are complex issues at play.

Or maybe he is simply presenting a thought-provoking scenario that forces the reader to grapple with their own beliefs and assumptions about suburbia and the American dream.

Either way, it's clear that Cheever's work is not to be taken lightly and that there is much to be explored and understood within his stories.

John Cheever is a renowned author, and after reading his short story collection titled "The Swimmer", I wanted to read his novel as well.

The author has put under the microscope the people described in the American Dream, mostly white-collar individuals who form the middle class in America after World War II. The whites who work in New York, prefer to live in the suburbs, are married, have children, and never miss cocktail parties and church visits make up the protagonists of the novel.

This novel consists of three parts. The first part (which is the best part in my opinion) is about the Naille family, the second part is about the Hammers, and the third part, which concludes the novel, tells the intersection of the paths of the characters described in the first two parts. The plot of the novel emerges in this last part. The author's language is beautiful, and he often uses dark humor. I didn't like his very frequent transitions from one topic to another and his insertion of irrelevant little stories in between. Nevertheless, when looking at the book as a whole, I read it without getting bored and even with pleasure.

I didn't understand why the pages 138 to 142 of the book were written in a different font than the main font of the book, which is "Times New Roman". I think this carelessness doesn't suit Can Publishing. Although it may not be a priority, it can be included in the reading list.

This is a merciless portrayal of the America of the suburbs that surround the big cities (a bit like our Brianza to understand).

The people have no economic problems, but their lives are empty and unresolved. The characters pour out their incompleteness in their families, in alcohol, in the search for a crazy purpose. A compendium of normal tragic lives.

The novel was written in the Sixties, but I don't believe that at a human level the situation has really changed.

It seems that despite the passage of time, the essence of human nature remains the same. People still struggle with inner voids and the need to find meaning in their lives.

The suburbs, often seen as a haven of peace and prosperity, can actually hide a lot of unhappiness and dissatisfaction.

Perhaps this novel serves as a reminder that we should not take our lives for granted and that we should always strive to find true fulfillment and happiness.