Clubbing
I belong to a men's bookclub...yes, you heard that right, men that read. And we read some good stuff (contrary to some of the jibes I have suffered when I mention our group. "So, what you read automotive manuals?" And so on.)
Last night we picked our books for the year ahead - and like the men we are, the competition and voting was fierce.
This year, having a fiction blog, I've decided to post my thoughts on this year's booklist as I read them. First up is a book that I have been wanting to read for a while, "Divisadero" by Michael Ondaatje.
I'll report on this in a few weeks, depending on how much time I find to read this and the dozen other books I have on the go. But I always finish in time for the next meeting - that's my deadline nature. So by Oct. 3, I'll be sure to say something.
Reader Comments (1)
I assume you all strip down to loin cloths, oil your bodies, and wrestle over the finer points of plotting and character building.
I once belonged to a men's group. We sat around and talked about being men. It was the eighties. We hit a few drums, talked about our latent desire to hunt. And then I went home and put on some tea and curled up with a book. I don't think I went a second time.
By the way, I'm slowly inaugurating my new site. It's not finished, but I've moved my blogging to nobrowcartoons.com. things need to be formatted, and various gimgrackeries installed, but it's a start.