- Only half the members actually read the books
- Half the members are overeager snots and half are annoying ignoramuses
- All that ever happens is we drink ourselves drunk and lose the thread
- There’s never enough booze to make it fun
- I don’t get to talk enough and I’m right and everyone else is a dumbass
- If she #@!!% opens her mouth again I’m going to have to shove this breadstick down her gullet
Things like that. From what I’ve heard.
So it’s with great interest that I note the formation of a new book club into which Craig has been inducted: the three-member Book Club for Men established by our friend Raoul. Raoul has, as is tradition when forming a book club, laid down the law for the unique parameters of BCM gatherings:
- Book Club For Men will meet semi-regularly at a pub/bar of agreeable taste
- BCM will not hold exclusive membership, but those who are jaded, doggishly loyal, or earnest will be discouraged
- BCM will not discuss books
Raoul concludes with his fondest aspiration for BCM: “If it works well, maybe we'll end up fighting in alleys. One can only hope.”
It’s an ambitious program, but BCM may just be the radical model we need to shake things up. I’ll be watching. Or at least giving Craig Tylenol when he stumbles in, mysteriously edified.