Book: Rosemary’s Baby
If you have been living under a rock for the past 40 years, here’s the basic gist of the story. Rosemary Woodhouse, a young wife of an rising-star actor, is desperate to live in the Bramford apartment house (I believe, modeled after The Dakota). When their name comes up on the waiting list, even though they’ve already agreed to another apartment, they pull some tricks (or rather, her husband pulls some tricks, as he is in charge of these things and she happily waits for him to do so) and soon they are moving into their dream apartment. I loved the description of the apartment. Sounds like MY dream apartment:
“…the first room on the right was the kitchen… it was as large, if not larger, than the whole apartment where they had been living. It had a six-burner gas stove with two ovens, a mammoth refrigerator, a monumental sink; it had dozens of cabinets, a window on Seventh Avenue, a high high ceiling… The living room had large bay windows, two of them, with diamond panes and three-sided window seats. There was a small fireplace in the right-hand wall, with a scrolled white marble mantel, and there were high oak bookshelves on the left.”
Except that the Castevets are so meddlesome. And the new doctor assures her that the grinding pain she is in is normal. And her husband is strangely distant. And she becomes more and more ill. And she keeps hearing strange noises from the Castevet’s apartment next door… but her baby is safe, right? She can keep her baby safe from whatever is brewing…
If you’ve seen the movie, you know what happens. I won’t ruin it for anyone who doesn’t know. It’s so part of the modern lexicon that it’s not really a surprise, but it’s still a bit shocking.
I clearly have not read many novels set in the 60s. Some things stopped me in my tracks. Like:
* There are no African-Americans in the novel. Not even any black people. No, they are all Negroes (including of course the elevator boy). In 1967!
* A little girl comes out of an apartment and cheekily asks Rosemary, “What’s your name? Did you eat your eggs? Did you eat your Captain Crunch?” “My name is Rosemary, “Rosemary said. “I ate my egg but I’ve never even heard of Captain Crunch.” When was Captain Crunch put on the market? For some reason I was sure it was the 80s… but if not, how could a 24-year-old woman not have heard of Captain Crunch?? Impossible.
* Talking about growing herbs and plants in the apartment, Rosemary says, “I’d like to have a spice garden some day. Out of the city of course. If Guy ever gets a movie offer we’re going to grab it and go live in Los Angeles. I’m a country girl at heart.” What? Los Angeles? Country girl? Wha??
So — great book. Lots of fun, a quick read, great story, good writing, perfect snapshot of late 60s bourgeois white-collar marital “bliss.” Oh, and Devil-worshipping, of course.