Book clubs

I’ll be making my first book club appearance tomorrow night here in the ‘hood. Members of the Glebe’s Fourth Avenue Book Club (clearly enlightened readers) have graciously invited me to join them to talk about The Cutting Room. As an author, I don’t think I can say enough good things about book clubs. They’ve become essential to the world of literature, helping books survive as tactile and, yes, fragile things we can hold in our hands, open (and close), scribble in, loan to friends, shove onto shelves—and resell at garage sales. These gatherings—the clubs, not the garage sales—are unique and intimate opportunities to bring together authors and their works. I just hope my presence doesn't stifle discussion. I like to hear praise, but I'd be disappointed if the evening descended into a love-in. Then again, perhaps some armour is in order...