Stepford Wives, The, by Levin, Ira

That’s what she was, Joanna felt suddenly. That’s what they all were, all the Stepford wives: actresses in commercials, pleased with detergents and floor wax, with cleansers, shampoos and deodorants. Pretty actresses, big in the bosom but small in the talent, playing suburban housewives unconvincingly, too nicey-nice to be real. As with his 1966 novel Rosemary’s Baby, Ira Levin’s 1972 novel The Stepford Wives is about the gradual, modulated violation and ultimate sacrific[…]

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