![]() ![]() ![]() The frivolous book group convened late, and drunkenly. It was a sensible arrangement: the first existed to expunge the second of unseriousness. A woman I met had one book group she attended for the purposes of frivolity, and another for the meditated consideration of the literature du jour. Besides, everyone belonged to a book group: some people even belonged to two. My interest in books was a little fanatical, perhaps, to be constrained by decorous monthly meetings, but it was common ground I was looking for. The book group is the one place where I yearn to be present both physically and artistically, both as a reader and as a writer. I am somewhat infatuated by book groups: the idea of them invokes in me warm and vaguely contradictory feelings of infant-like repose. Recently we moved to a new town, and not knowing many people there, I decided to join a book group. ![]()
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