This past weekend I watched a segment on CBS Sunday Morning that highlighted book clubs. Malcolm Mitchell is a star football player for the University of Georgia and he intersected with a woman named Kathy at a local Barnes & Nobles. Kathy is a middle-aged Caucasian woman, while Malcolm is a twenty-year-old African-American. But these facts did not stop these two from becoming friends. Kathy did not know about Malcolm’s football career and extended an invitation to him to join her book club. Malcolm readily agreed and for the last year he’s participated in discussions with women who are almost 20 years older than him. He is the only male in an all-women group. He confessed that some of the book selections were reads that he may have never picked up in the past, but he still enjoyed the camaraderie and discussion.
I reflected on his story and contemplated my own experiences with book clubs. Over the years, I’ve been a part of many book clubs. Some were short-lived, others lasted for some time and then eventually fizzled. I even chaired a book club that failed after a few months. Despite the trials, I’ve never regretted participating in any of these past discussions on books. In my current book club, I am the youngest member by almost twenty years. We meet every month and rotate hosting duties. We make homemade meals and the ladies are always considerate of my vegetarianism. Over coffee and dessert, we’ve discussed books, writing, and share stories about our personal lives. There is a level of intimacy that people reveal when discussing books that might not be replicated in other conversations.
I’ve learned to embrace other ideas and thoughts through book clubs. And this forum is an important part of my life. I realize as adults because of work responsibilities, children and other required commitments, we sometimes cease to learn about new concepts or ideas. Not only does my book club provide a place for banter and socializing, but over the course of the last few years I’ve learned about the butterfly migration in Barbara Kingsolver’s Flight Behavior. Reading Under the Starry Night by Nancy Horan, I gained a new appreciation for the writer Robert Louis Stevenson and the trials that he faced with illness and art. Space exploration books fail to interest me, but I read The Astronaut Wives Club and understood a viewpoint that I didn’t consider before – What is it like to be an astronaut’s wife? This is only a brief snapshot of what I’ve learned from participating in book club discussions. I know that many of the recommendations I would not even consider if the title popped up on an on-line search or when I perused the aisles of a book store. But, despite my initial disdain, I’ve grown to love certain books that were chosen by others.
The book clubs that failed or fizzled also had learning lessons. Sometimes people take discussions too personally and are unable to move beyond hurt feelings. Others might manipulate an entire conversation with their viewpoint and not allow others to share their opinions. Book choices might be underwhelming for some and so they rather spend their time reading or discussing other books. The dynamics of running and participating in a book club are more tenuous than people think.
If you find a group that works, though, the conversation and camaraderie can lend to a fulfilling experience.
Do you participate in book clubs? What are great book club recommendations? Would love to hear from you.
Image: “What book clubs are reading in Seattle” by J Brew via Flickr
Interesting post and topic, Rudri. I don’t think I’ve ever really been part of a book club, probably because I was involved with literature in my career as a teacher. You’ve given me a look into book clubs, and if the occasion arises in the future it might help me decide whether to join or not.
I have been devouring noveld lately, and it’s always a little disappointing to finish one and not be able to discuss it with someone else who’s read it! I really need to find a book club in my new little town. I wonder if the town librarian would know of any?
Really interesting topic, Rudri, and I almost wrote a post about it myself, though it would have been in the form of asking others about their book club experiences. Aside from the online Literary Wives book club that I’m part of, I have never joined a real life book club. It’s something that “plagues” me because it seems like the obvious thing to do when you love books and are (relatively) new to a new town. Maybe it’s old memories from my college English major days, but I worry about being too hesitant to voice my opinions in a group.
It’s great that you have had quite a rich book club experience! How have you found out about the ones that you have joined? My friend invited me to hers but I hesitated because it’s a coed group (with scientists, etc.) and somehow I’d prefer to start with an all women’s club, plus their selections include books that I am not interested in although I realize that, as you said, one of the beauties of joining a book club is the introduction to books you would never consider. Our local indy bookstore has titles that fit my interests exactly but I am nervous about joining a totally new group of people. I probably just need to bite the bullet and try it!
Hi Rudri,
Just read your post on gratitude and loved it! Having just edited a book about gratitude, the topic is now on my mind a lot. You wrote it in such a beautiful, mindful way! THANK YOU!
Love,
Mary
I’m not in a book club, but I think I’d really enjoy participating in one. I usually read at least a book a week, sometimes two or three.
Such an interesting subject. Before divorce, although I had a full time job and two little boys, I was in a fantastic online book club. Because it was online, there were men and wimen from 30 to 60 and coast to coast. It was cool.
Since divorce, nothing like it has been possible, and I miss it.
An interesting topic, Rudri. Thanks for sharing.
OH I have been in some interesting book clubs, and it took years to find the perfect one. I’m one of the younger ones in mine now, too, and that suites me perfectly I think.