Stevenage was like living in a fancy country resort. And that was its problem. Just as Jacobs sarcastically remarked a few years later: it was a “really very nice town if you were docile and had no plans of your own and did not mind spending your life with others with no plans of their own.” Although this is pretty harsh, it does capture that sense of boredom, routine, isolation, and benign “niceness” hiding and suppressing inner passions that later became associated with suburbia.
