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272 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1978


My father traveled because he could not stay at home, like Hammer in Bullet Park, to escape that existential dread for which the best antidote was his work. Travel was always interesting & the trips we took as a family were always fun because of the pleasure my father took in playing the role of the provider & interpreter of experience.This passage & many others in Home Before Dark serve to capture with considerable sensitivity both a father & a talented writer. Late in life, John Cheever not only conquered his addiction to alcohol but also stopped smoking, having smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day for most of his adult life.
But I think my father was also looking for something more spiritual; a confirmation of his own belief in the importance of transcendence & the vitality of the soul.
Perhaps, he expected that some landscape encountered at the turn of the road high up in the mountains near Turkey, or some peasant's face as he stood in the fields & watched the car go by, or some Italian princess floating through her drawing rooms, would provide a crucial moment of enlightenment for him--a turn of the key.
It's certainly true that my father's novels & stories are redolent with romantic images of the perfect Martini and the ideal adultery but those stories are fiction--images created by a man who never found either. Anyone who reads my father's journals can see that his romanticism was a respite from despair, his humor grounded in debilitating pain.There are 16 pages of photographs of John Cheever & his family, including several taken at Yaddo, the retreat for artists in Saratoga Springs, New York, a place the author savored & where he spent quite a bit of time.