I tried, once upon a time, to read this classic of mid-century literature and eventually discarded it, thinking, “You know what? These guys are jerks.” And you know what came through loud and clear in the film version? You guessed it: these guys are jerks.*
Where watched: Laurelhurst, with S. North.
*This book/movie is navel-gazing male literature/cinema at its finest. Which for me means “most boring.” Although there were fun period details and the cameos were interesting.