"Paul Di Filippo - Book Clubbed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Di Filippo Paul) “I didn’t think so,” continued Tina. “That’s why I went looking for a
reference work to help us get started. Here’s what I found.” She dug a book out of her knitting bag and passed it around. Diana Loevy’s The Book Club Companion. The Bible of our doom. We all clustered around the book, studying its light-hearted, good-natured, informative pages that taught us such clever tricks as how to entertain (and drink!) thematically. Excitement surged, and pretty soon we had concluded our first meeting by vowing to pattern ourselves completely along the lines of Loevy’s guide. “This will be so much fun!” exclaimed Donna Starzl. “No dry literary discussions! More like a costume party or an amateur theatrical event or a support group every week!” “But centered around a book,” Beth Ostrander politely reminded us. “Of course,” said Tina. “We just have to choose our first title.” Well, none of us wanted to venture right off the bat into the confusing domain of brand-new books, so in the end we opted for a classic: James “And we can watch the movie afterwards too!” shouted out Lena Bolland. Lena had had three Bloody Marys to everyone else’s two. “That John Garfield was so hot!” “John Garfield?” I said. “I thought that was Jack Nicholson....” “You’re both right,” said Beth. “There were two versions. But no movie-watching till you’ve read the actual book.” “And don’t forget,” Tina chirped in, “we’re doing the whole discussion Loevy-style!” The next week we reconvened, and everyone had gone enthusiastically full out, totally getting into the spirit of the Loevy-style book club. All the girls were dressed up in period clothing, Depression-era duds they had dug out of attics. Some came in “drag,” as men with false mustaches. A few had borrowed vintage cars like the ones we saw in the annual Elks parade. Inside, we each got handed a drink of “bathtub gin.” Snacks were Ritz crackers and Spam and Velveeta. |
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