So for me, it was the unflinching eye
with which the author interrogated
themes of mortality while blending in observational wit
sharp enough to cut this Manchego.
That had me sit up and go...
Could I open the wine now,
or were you gonna say some more stuff?
Well, I was hoping to open it up
for a discussion, but...
Yes! Hudson?
Is there more dip?
Did you guys even read the book?
Or are you just here for the crudités?
Who the hell's "Cruditay"? That guy?
"That guy" is Dr. Geraldine Waters-Mangool,
author of this week's selection,
"A Remembrance Of Our Father's Daughters."
Again, thank you for gracing our salon, doctor.
Okay, what's all this?
Sorry, Deb.
Yeah, we're just wrappin' up here.
Wrappin' what up?
I was just walking by and heard someone say "crudités."
That's just for book club members only.
A club?
And this is the first I'm hearing of it?
That's odd. The invites do go out weekly.
So I can have the crudités?
Book club is a weekly gathering
for lovers of literature to discuss
fiction, nonfiction, and yes...
sometimes poetry.
And always wine!
Thank you, Martin.
Yes, libations are fun. That's a small part of it.
All rights reserved including the right to reproduce
this book in portions thereof in any form is strictly...
This is boring as fuck.
Well, that's just the copyright page.
Whatever.
I bet I could write something better than this garbage.
Next time, I'll bring a book everyone can really
sink their teeth into.
Mine.
Then you'll have to let me into your stupid club.
I mean, you could just show up.
And bring more crudités.
Extra ranch.
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And I don't wanna be a dick. I don't!
But the platter is for book club members only.
- Well... - Though, I don't blame Debbie for wanting some.
It's damn good "cru" if I "dités" so myself.
I didn't know you had a club for books.
Does no one get my invitations?
So... what's the next book you're reading?
You're gonna love this.
Debby says she's gonna write one, but I...
What?
I'm in! My God. I'm in.
I am so in.
Do you know how hard it is to write a book?
Not when you've lived the life Debbie has.
Man, I can't wait for book club!
Now, I know drinking's a big part of it.
Is it a "BYOB" situation, or...?
Puh-lease.
There is literally zero chance Deb will write a word
let alone an entire book in a week.
"The end."
Not bad for a day's work!
Billy Boy!
Bind this and fire up the printing press.
And here.
Jacket me.
So, what did you think?
Be brutally honest.
I...
- loved it! - _
Now is it fiction, nonfiction, or...
poetry?
All of the above.
And a little from behind.
Where do you get your inspiration?
What?! You read it, Hudson?
You didn't?
Well, I mean... I started to.
But then I got sidetracked
coming up with some book options for next week
that would spark some actually stimulating conversation.
Stimulating?
Yeah, someone def didn't read chapter seven.
Is it too late? Did I miss it?
Aw, shoot. Yeah, we're actually just wrappin' up here.
But next week we're gonna be reading something that I've selected.
Guys! We're not too late!
Book club, baby!
Now make way for the té!
Great book, Deb.
Even better book club.
- Actually, it's my book club. - Glenn, there you are!
So I've got a bunch of ideas of how to make this book club...
How do I put this politely...
not the fucking worst?
Yeah. Cool. That's cool. Yeah, look.
I appreciate your input, I really do,
but I think book club should go back to what it was.
A carefully curated list of books, chosen by me!
A guest list.
That's a great idea, Glenn.
Keep out the riffraffs.
Like that ostrich?
Yawn!
Martin was the first one to join book club!
And he's killin' the vibe, Glenn.
You're killing the vibe, Debbie! And book club along with it!
I'm sorry, but it's the truth.
Because people actually show up and like it now?
Do you even have a favorite book?
I mean a real book!
Name one single author!
- Nope, you can't say yourself. - Easy.
Dr. Geraldine Waters-Mangool.
Owe you a blurb, Dr. G!
Listen, Glenn. This club is blowin' up,
so you can get on board, or...
Fuck the fuck off!
Grr!
I just feel like I'm losing control of book club.
Maybe I should bring extra ranch next week.
That sounds really hard, Glenn.
It is. It really is.
I shouldn't even be buggin' you with this stuff.
I mean, you can't even join book club,
what with water and books not really meshing well
like you're always telling me over and over.
Yeah, I wish they did, but...
oof.
Well, thank you, Marn.
This made me feel so much better.
Just nice to have someone on my side.
Of course. Feel better, Glenn.
Okay, he's gone. Book club, commence!
I don't see why we don't just combine book clubs?
Look, I love Glenn.
But book club Glenn?
Oof.
? It's bedtime, going to bed now ?
? Puttin' on my cap ?
? Really, really sleepy ?
Hot tea.
This is crazy.
What are we doing?
Tonight is gonna be a real page-turner.
I'm so glad we combined book clubs!
Best club ever!
What's black and white and red all over?
Me!
Welcome to book club.
Hey! Get in line, freckles.
I started this book club, for God sakes!
Fuckboy, comma, cheetah.
Yeah, I'm not seeing it.
Back of the line.
Yes! Look! You can ask Martin!
Martin! Martin!
Come tell him you know me.
Martin!
- Vibe-killing traitor. - Hey!
No hopping in line! I've been here for hours!
Don't you know how book club works?
Do I!
It's a forum for discussing your favorite
fiction, nonfiction, and sometimes poetry...
not getting loaded and hanging out with your friends!
I dunno, it sounds a lot like every book club I've been to.
That's it! Where is she?!
Rodney, Travis. We've got a stray.
All right, spotted jack. Let's go.
Aha, fellas! We have a classic
misunderstanding on our hands here.
Oy, mate. Did you not hear my lad right here?
Is he having a giraffe?
No, no, no. There's no need to get physical.
I will leave of my own volition.
This fellow's on my last nerve.
Think we have to lay aims?
Oy, Travis.
You must be a right regular at book club.
Yeah? How's that, Rodney?
'Cause you just read my mind.
No no no no no no!
_
Fine. Let's see what all the fuss is about.
Shit!
Shit.
_
Not bad, is it?
I mean, it's no "Remembrance Of Our Father's Daughters",
but hey.
I'm a little biased.
Dr. Geraldine Waters-Mangool?!
What are you doing here?
Glenn, I've been to many book clubs.
They all start with the noblest intentions, but...
in the end, they all crumble like dusty old tombs.
Aww, I was reading that.
They always end for the same reason.
Yeah, people not appreciating books.
Some spotted dick just wanting to hear the sound
of their own damn voice.
- Wait, what? - Come on, Glenn.
You don't really want a "forum for discussion."
You just want a space to bloviate.
Bloviate.
God, you really are a great writer.
I mean, that's not... entirely true.
You remind me of Francis and her bridge club
in my second novel...
"Remembrance Of Our Cousin's Dentists."
She just wanted to create an environment
where she could be the expert for once.
And... what happened to Francis?
Well, when that wag-tail Rutherford created
the bridge society, she started something new:
a vintners club.
Of course, she drowned in a vat of double barrel...
Wait.
You never read my second novel?!
You really are
full of shit!
Epiphany!
Yes. And so for me, it's the floral aroma
blended with that cinnamon bite
that brings this one to life and makes me go...
I like to add a cheeky touch of spice.
Can we get more cookies, please?
Good to be back to normal.
What's so wrong with a little harmless bloviation anyway?
Who's bloviating who now?
A tea club?
And no one told me?
Let me get my dang herbs.
And we should start calling it "The Wet Tea Club."
It'll make sense later.
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