BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS
After our cold, rainy spring, summer is finally here in Portland. Of course, by next week, we will all complain it is too hot. That’s a ritual of Oregon life.
But it is beautiful this week. And I am so looking forward to Book Club tonight because it is the perfect evening for dinner outside, drinking pink wine, and chatting about books with my IRL book friends.
Are you in a book club? How do you pick the books you read and how often do you meet? We meet every other month and rotate hosting alphabetically by last name. The hostess picks the book for the next meeting.
Fortunately, I remembered to post my Book Beginnings on Fridays post before I left for Book Club. Please join me to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading this week — of just a book that caught your fancy.
MY BOOK BEGINNING
Ever since the family doctor, during a routine checkup, discovered an abnormality on his EKG and he went overnight for the coronary catheterization that revealed the dimensions of the disease, Henry’s condition had been successfully treated with drugs, enabling him to work and to carry on his life at home exactly as before.
I’m reading this one now and love it. It’s the fifth of nine Nathan Zuckerman books. It starts with the idea that Zuckerman’s younger brother needs heart surgery. Then there are alternate versions of where the story goes from there — Henry dies during surgery; he survives but leaves his family and moves to a kibbutz in Israel’s West Bank; it’s really Nathan who needs the surgery and he dies; Nathan marries a fourth wife and moves to England. There might be another version, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten so far. It’s very clever.
YOUR BOOK BEGINNING
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MY FRIDAY 56
From The Counterlife:
Down in the living room, he worked his way through the clan, accepting their sympathies, listening to their memories, answering questions about where he was living and what he was writing, until he had made his way to Cousin Essie, his favorite relative and once upon a time the family powerhouse. She was sitting in a club chair by the fireplace with a cane across her knees.