Clubbing

I’ve often considered joining a book club, but something has always held me back. This article from local magazine The Rake expresses some of my misgivings. I don’t want to join a club where people discuss the book for fifteen minutes and then talk about familial goings-on for the rest of the meeting. I don’t want to join a club that assigns something from the Left Behind series or simply apes whatever Oprah is reading. And I don’t want to be the only guy in a group of women. On second thought, that might be okay under certain circumstances. In short, I guess I want it to be like one of my seminar classes in college. But I know that I’m not likely to find something like that in the real world. Maybe I should just quit my job and go back to grad school for my Ph.D. in English. Actually, I almost did that during a particularly dark and frustrating period in law school. There are times when I’m really nostalgic for the academic life. But having a regular paycheck is also kind of nice.
Maybe I should start my own book club. It will have a membership of one, thus ensuring that the meetings are always in accessible locations and that the books are ones I want to read.