I don't think the ladies in my book club like me . . . . Well, let me rephrase that. Let's just say they don't like the books I've chosen for us to read.
A couple of months ago I suggested we read Atonement by Ian McEwan and they hated it. A couple of them didn't even finish it (there are only five of us in the group). This month we read another selection of mine, The Visible World by Mark Slouka, which I mentioned the other day.
I loved it. I thought it was beautifully written, haunting in the way he juxtaposes the ordinariness of life with loss and love and sorrow and the horrific things people had to live through during World War II, specifically in Czechoslovakia. As soon as I was done reading it, I started it all over again.
In fact, at our meeting I wanted to quote entire paragraphs and talk about how much it moved me. I wanted to tell them how much I felt for this woman who grieved so deeply and for so long for what she had lost. I wanted to tell them that I understand the boy whose mother was so distant throughout his childhood because she was lost in her pain and her memories. However painful they were for her, she couldn't escape them and she couldn't be fully present for her child, and I understand that from both sides.
But I didn't tell them all that because they didn't see it that way. They got hung up in the slow pace of the story and the details and the descriptive language. It didn't touch them like it did me, it bored them. Tell me, how could you read this and be unmoved:
And I remember knowing that the dream was true and yet realizing, in some half-formed way, that men rarely had the courage or the cruelty of their dreams and that this was good because life was lived among many kinds of things, all of them pushing for space, for air, all of them equally true: a wilderness of love and despair, laughter and rage, heroism and pain, while dreams, dreams were a haunted parkland--a stately oak, a bench, a fountain gushing blood.
So I don't suppose I'll be suggesting another title any time soon, as I think I have a different idea of what makes a book worth reading than they do. And that's OK. I'll just read them on my own.
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good choices, but you know opinions and taste often differ on great
extremes.
Let them read Oprah books, for that is what they deserve.
And that's why book clubs are tough and a lot like school. You read things
you don't necessarily like or get or you love it and no one else does.
you all three make me feel very supported. :) jim--they actually
acknowledged to me that even though they didn't like it, they appreciated
having to read something they never would have picked for themselves, so i
guess i'm ok with that.
I thought that was a beautiful passage. I also have a hard time finding
people to discuss books with, so I feel for ya. I
thanks, greer. they've been more willing to discuss other books we've read,
it just seems to be the ones i pick that they don't get into! oh well. :)
A novel needs more than beautiful passages. It needs conflict, plot, and
character development to sustain readers' interest. This novel begins
strongly but then meanders for many chapters. Most readers hate this and
come to resent the writer.
i can see what you're getting at about the novel meandering, but after
reading the whole book i appreciated that he took so many angles to look at
the same thing. i knew very little about what happened in czechoslovakia
during the war and so what might seem like his repetitive storyline
actually put the love story in context for me.
People do have different taste, and it doesn't happen often that many
people like the same book, that it resonates with many. But every once in a
while a book comes along that does--that's a true masterpiece.