Yates was one of the most underrated prose stylists in twentieth century American literature. Like the way he could conjure images in my head was nearly cinematic. When he describes the light coming in through the window and making Mr. Givings's earlobe look translucent I was bowled the fuck over. That whole chapter where April prepares to have her self-induced abortion and flashes back to her childhood talking with her dad after he comes home from yet another business trip destroyed me. The part at the beginning when Frank & April walk through the school after the Petrified Forest performance and it triggers this Proustian reverie about embarrassing adolescent memories and its like yeah I've felt that way where you're in a place you usually don't have to go to anymore and it reminds you of weird shit from years ago. I'm gonna shut up now bc none of my stupid ramblings will ever match even a sentence of Yates's prose. Fuck suburbia

Finally picked this up thanks to your review. About 80% through and I’m hooked. What else would you recommend by Yates?
This is actually the only work by him that I've read lol, I feel like such a poseur. Apologies for the lack of recommendations but I'm glad you're hooked. It certainly is the kind of book you can barrel through