The Witches of Eastwick
I’ve been on this kick where I try and read genres beyond my usual preferences. Mid-20th century American Lit is one of my gaps, and The Witches of Eastwick was my second read in the genre. The first was On The Road by Jack Kerouac, last year, which I hated.
I was somewhat familiar with The Witches of Eastwick from the 1980’s movie starring Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon. I figured after the disaster of On The Road, Witches of Eastwick might be an easier read, especially as it is from the perspective of three independent women.
Unfortunately, this was not the case.
Suki, Alexandra, and Jane are three divorced mothers living in the town of Eastwick, Rhode Island. They are also practicing witches forming their own coven. Shenanigans ensue.
I nearly didn’t finish this book several times. On two separate occasions I needed to take a day or two before deciding to plow through and finish.
It’s not that I hated the characters or the plot, it’s that women seem generally all the same to Updike. Women casting malice upon one another, using and destroying men, ignoring their children, and wreaking havoc on society to fulfill their own selfish means.
It’s a book that wants to be a social commentary on human nature, but it never really makes its point.
That concludes my brush with 20th century American Lit. I consider this box checked.
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