Well apparently I’ve missed the round robin. Not only is my blog publishing going astray, but my incoming emails seem also to be falling short of the mark. Have I inadvertently done harm to someone? Have I slipped into someone’s hit list somehow? Am I a social pariah? Am I paranoid? Does my persecution complex sound well developed?
Perhaps it’s because it has been finely sculpted around a very mature guilt complex. Which is important when you understand that the alleged email was a reference to the upcoming bookclub. It urged (I am reliably advised) that all members (and that probably includes me, although, as I have mentioned I was not a recipient of said round robin) drop their other pursuits for the appointed evening, cast aside their charity fundraising, their taekwondo classes, vital Friday evening bible study, revitalizing/reckless singles bar evenings to join in civilized discussion about the book which we have, over the past month, been poring over.
An uplifting evening is promised. Well – at least good food, wine, friends – and, of course that conversation about the book.
You will notice I have not actually alluded to the title of said book. Which is, of course, the key to my guilt. And my dilemma. I have read at least four books – perhaps five – since our last bookclub. Just not the bookclub choice. In my defence, this is only the third in over four years that I have not quite managed to get through. The other two were turgid, monotonous, humourless. This one – I can’t say. I had at least started the others! It seems I couldn’t borrow it – My Guiding Light had it on Kindle, but………well you know my facility with technology. Dinosaur to the end, I remain an avid crusader for the virtues of the hard copy, of the genius of the printing press. I simply failed to get a hold of said hard copy.
So – that would be a no. I didn’t check it out on the kindle either. That would require that I knew how to turn it on.
Which brings me full circle. The round robin. I didn’t get it. Should I take that as a termination of my bookclub membership? Should I guess that somehow or other the hostess intuited my guilt? How did she get to be so psychic without us noticing?????
Can I in all conscience turn up for the food and conversation alone, without contribution to any meaningful analysis of characterization, plot, language and overall execution of the story???
On the other hand – will anyone notice any difference in my contribution to the above? Surely it is my hypnotic wit they would miss more?? And it would be such an insult to our gracious hostess to miss her night. Wouldn’t it??