When book clubs were radical

We think we know what book clubs are. In the year of our Lord 2019, they have been depicted in countless movies and television shows always in the same way. A group of women sit on plush couches in a circle surrounding a coffee table holding snacks, perhaps fancy cheeses and fruit. A book sits on their laps, usually closed, and their manicured nails grip a glass of wine, usually white. They are generally white, generally middle aged, and generally not discussing the book. Instead, the book club is a kind of group therapy, a place to discuss your daughter’s soccer slight and your oaf husband’s failure to fix the porch light.

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