Ira Levin. The Stepford Wives. 1972.

Lives in New York City, is in a hurry to finish the next variation of his last book Rosemary's Baby and retire off the movie rights

Like The Man Who Fell to Earth, is this thin commercial slice of speculative fiction an outline of a good story waiting for someone with more patience and talent to write it? Feminism is reduced to a flat, paranoid caricature; sexism is elevated to a sinister conspiracy. The use of elision is almost as crafty as it is economical, leaving the story open to the unfortunate interpretation that the heroine suffered from hysteria. Sometimes, not always, tragedy is too easy. Conveniently, if the heroine died, so too with her did the 1960s.