{"id":823,"date":"2014-11-28T06:07:57","date_gmt":"2014-11-28T06:07:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/williamgallagher.com\/selfdistract\/?p=823"},"modified":"2014-11-28T08:32:00","modified_gmt":"2014-11-28T08:32:00","slug":"the-book-groups","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/williamgallagher.com\/selfdistract\/2014\/11\/28\/the-book-groups\/","title":{"rendered":"The Book Groups"},"content":{"rendered":"

The plural is important. I’ve been waiting to show you The Book Groups for months. It’s a short story that I was commissioned to write \u2013 actually my first-ever commissioned short prose \u2013 for the West Midlands Readers’ Network<\/a>. That’s an organisation which does a just unfathomably huge and wide range of work with readers, libraries and anything to do with books. I think this is their best idea: they commission six writers and then pair them up with six reading groups.<\/p>\n

I got a group in Combrook, near Stratford on Avon. (Actually, they might disagree with that definition. Sorry. It’s just that the two times I went, I pointed the car at Stratford and it seemed to work out.)<\/p>\n

So I got to see the group twice. The first time I went to sit in on one of their meetings and have a natter about what we all particularly like in fiction. It started so sensibly. I took proper notes. Lots of notes. You should see the notes. More ideas than I could capture. Every author in the programme says this is exactly what happened with them and their group: you come away dizzy with information and perplexed about how to fashion a short story that covers all of these points. That addresses all the groups’ preferences.<\/p>\n

It’s easy.<\/p>\n

You ignore them.<\/p>\n

I didn’t mean to.<\/p>\n

I really didn’t mean to. I took that first night very seriously \u2013 as daft and funny and full of chocolate fingers as it was, I also took it seriously \u2013 and so it was with some guilt that I ignored everything.<\/p>\n

Everything except one tiny point. I think literally the tiniest point. It turns out that this gorgeous little village actually has two book groups. And I could not get it out of my head. What if the groups were rivals?<\/p>\n

I’ve not had this before: driving home, it was as if the story were pounding at the inside my head, wanting to get out. I refused to listen, I concentrated on the drive and I refused to listen and I will not listen, okay? Enough. The next morning, it was as if I were shaking to get this written. I’ve had that plenty of times on deadline but here it was pushing, shaking, pounding its way out. I can clearly remember the moment when I thought \u2013 and maybe even said aloud \u2013 okay. Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll write this story about rival book groups, are you happy now?<\/p>\n

The plan was that I’d write this tale, get it done and out of my head, then I would go to the notes and start doing the job properly. I’m all for doing jobs properly and as I say, I took this seriously. The Combrook group is so nice there was a moment when I could’ve stopped being a city boy and moved there. They deserved a story that fit all we’d said, that covered the characters and the village, that was a proper job.<\/p>\n

And instead they get The Book Groups.<\/p>\n

Because once it was written, I just liked it too much. I felt I hadn’t touched the research and yet I’d also spent the research. It was all in this story even as none of it was in this story. <\/p>\n

So this is about book groups and I want to tell you that nobody from Combrook is in it. Not from either of their groups. That was one thing I stressed when I went back to read them the tale. The other thing I stressed was that I’d like my seat to be nearest the door in case there was trouble.<\/p>\n

I think I can tell you that they loved it. They stood up this week at an event and said so. On Wednesday, there was a presentation to all of the groups of the book we made. Six authors, six groups, six stories and about eighty people gathered in the Library of Birmingham. I know five of the tales were superb. I think mine is too. You don’t often hear me say that, do you?<\/p>\n

One more thing? My tale is narrated in the first-person by the leader of a book group. So it’s a short story but it sounds like a script to me. Something I’ve not really understood and yet have been rather proud of is that actors have often told me my scripts are easy to learn because the dialogue is good. How could I not be proud of that? I get it now, though. Because I learnt my story and I learnt it very easily. I didn’t read it at the presentation, I performed it. <\/p>\n

Or at least, I preformed the start. We could only read a few minutes of the tale at the event, there wasn’t time for all six stories to be read in full and anyway, we wanted you to grab the limited-edition book.<\/p>\n

I long to read the whole story to you. To perform it. Combrook called it “Alan Bennett chic lit”, which made me shatter with pride. My sister said it made her picture Hyacinth Bucket. I admitted I sometimes channeled Les Dawson. If I could come around your house and perform this to you, I would. I can’t even get you a copy of the book now \u2013\u00a0but I can show you the story. In full.<\/p>\n

Sorry: I really intended to write you a single paragraph of explanation and then simply reprint the story. I even thought that would make this week’s Self Distract a quick job. But this story, getting to write this story and then this week to get to act it, it’s been a highlight of my year and I had to tell you.<\/p>\n

I could’ve told you faster, mind. Your tea’s gone cold. Go get another mug and a biscuit. Because here’s The Book Groups.<\/p>\n

William<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

THE BOOK GROUPS<\/strong><\/p>\n

by William Gallagher<\/p>\n

Our little Book Group isn\u2019t perfect, I\u2019ve never said it is. Ask my husband. He\u2019ll tell you it takes quite some running. But it is our group. <\/p>\n

And we were first.<\/p>\n

Susie Farrow can say all she likes, I started ours six months before hers. And she only did it because she couldn\u2019t get into mine. It\u2019s not my fault I\u2019m popular. And we can only have so many chairs, that must be obvious to the meanest intelligence. I understand she\u2019s disappointed, of course I do, but that\u2019s no excuse for running around claiming it was all her idea. I ask you. She even got that in the newspaper. Back in Plant a Tree year. \u201cSusie Farrow runs the village\u2019s first reading group and plants trees\u201d. The Parish Observer.<\/p>\n

Not very observant if you ask me. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been in the Parish Observer now. I\u2019ve been in all the newspapers. And you don\u2019t see me bragging.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s about standards. <\/p>\n

We have standards here in my group. I insist on it. But that doesn\u2019t mean we are exclusive. We do welcome new people, of course we do. When there\u2019s room. I mean, we let in Henry, how is that being exclusive? He arrived just after Sally Moon passed away so there was a vacancy, but that\u2019s beside the point. He wanted to join and we let him, no questions asked. We don\u2019t vet people. We don\u2019t check their income and everybody has a secret past in banking, I\u2019m hardly impressed by that.<\/p>\n

Some of us have commented, just in passing, that Henry is good-looking but I don\u2019t see it myself. I love my husband. It’s so much easier when you’re married and can get back to books. I don’t envy these young ones chasing men all the time, I really don\u2019t.<\/p>\n

No, the problem with Henry is that none of us in the Reading Group are quite sure he can read.<\/p>\n

I suspected it first when we discussed Bleak House and he looked quite blank. Fair enough, I thought, it was a challenging read, perhaps it was too soon. So I went the other way for our next one, I chose an easy book for us. The Da Vinci Code. It\u2019s a terrible book. But sometimes those are best because you can have a really good time discussing how terrible the writing is, how schoolboy the descriptions are.<\/p>\n

I was right, too. Henry was much more lively in that session, he got quite animated. Waving his arms about. Touching knees. I don\u2019t like that myself. My husband never gets animated. It\u2019s easy to say what you think without touching, that\u2019s what we say. But it takes all sorts. So long as they\u2019ve read the book. <\/p>\n

And I was just sure he hadn\u2019t. I went out of the room to replenish the chocolate fingers and did he say thanks when I came back in? Or was he in mid-sentence talking about Tom Hanks? I pretended I thought it was thanks and the group did give a little laugh. I confess I am quite funny, but I don\u2019t like the group to get boisterous. My husband watches the football upstairs while we\u2019re here and it\u2019s just easier if we keep things a little quiet. \u201cYou are a reading group after all,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

When they\u2019d gone and he was off to his bedroom, I rented the film version off Netflix to check it out. It\u2019s a terrible film.<\/p>\n

We should’ve had a film group.<\/p>\n

Some of the things Henry had said were definitely from the film and not in the book. Well, I say definitely. It was very late when I watched it and we had drunk quite a bit of wine \u2013 we are always respectable, I will not tolerate drunken behaviour, someone has to stay sober in our house \u2013 so I might be wrong. I\u2019d have to watch the film again and I\u2019m not that concerned. <\/p>\n

I think Henry has a little thing for me. <\/p>\n

I don’t say anything. Let the girls fuss over him. It’s them I’m thinking of, really. I know they’d be disappointed if I asked him to leave the group. So, never let it be said that I turned anyone away.<\/p>\n

Not since 1989 anyway when Amy Rogers said that about Pride and Prejudice and, well, I think we all knew I simply had no choice.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s with them now. The other group. I\u2019m sure they get our post.<\/p>\n

Still, once you get something in your head, it is hard to stop it festering. And at each meeting, Henry would only ever suggest books that have been made into films. Mind you, what book hasn\u2019t now? But a couple of months ago, before all this unpleasantness, I decided we should pick a John Irving novel. Something meaty for the run up to Christmas, you know? I went through Amazon and I looked up every book on IMDb to see what had been filmed and what hadn\u2019t. I love the internet. You can read how to do anything on there. <\/p>\n

Anything. I miss it.<\/p>\n

Then at the next meeting, I proposed A Prayer for Owen Meany. I expected to see Henry nipping off to the bathroom again to look it up on his phone but no. He agreed right away. Said he\u2019d never heard of it but if I recommended it, we should definitely read it.<\/p>\n

I mustn\u2019t encourage him, I won\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Everybody was quite frosty to me that evening, it was most unusual. But I\u2019m not there to be liked. I\u2019m there to get us reading good books and then having a good time talking about them. It\u2019s important. It binds us together, there is nothing like reading. And I really do believe that our little group is a key part of what makes our village special. Makes it a community. <\/p>\n

I was walking through our village a few days after the meeting, just past where the post office used to be. It was the last shop in the village and it closed down twenty years ago. Either the Post Office closed it down because of fraud or Environmental Health did for something else. If I ever knew, I forget. But it\u2019s on my way to the brook and everybody knows I take a walk to the brook each morning.<\/p>\n

You can\u2019t go anywhere here without bumping into two or three people you simply have to talk to. It\u2019s why we like it here. My husband isn\u2019t much of a talker. It\u2019s easier to get conversation out of a stone! But I do like talking with people, I do like knowing what\u2019s going on. I do like eve-rybody mucking in, everybody cheery together. We\u2019re not some anonymous city, I couldn\u2019t bear that. <\/p>\n

So I wasn\u2019t surprised to see Henry walking up to his Jaguar. He was pleased to see me. He can be sweet like that. I look at his excited, out of breath face and I haven\u2019t the heart to tease him about his reading. <\/p>\n

But it just shows that you never know what people are really like be-cause he said to me, he said: \u201cI\u2019m so glad you picked that book. Great, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he was gone, I didn\u2019t see where he drove.<\/p>\n

Primarily because here comes Susie Farrow, overdressed as usual. She\u2019s out of breath too but I don\u2019t think it\u2019s excitement at seeing me. She’s unfit. Unfit to run a book group, I say. That’s my little joke. Still, it comes to something when a girl her age is red and panting. I ignore that, of course, and just give her a short but polite enough nod.<\/p>\n

She sees the book in my hand. \u201cOh, I heard you were reading that. Sad ending, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

That woman has not spoken a word to me since I turned her away from the group and the first thing she says is to spoil a book. It\u2019s meanness, that\u2019s what it is. And it\u2019s to boast. Of course she\u2019s read it. Of course her book group has read it, hasn\u2019t everyone?<\/p>\n

Bad enough that I\u2019m going to see her at the village Christmas party. I walk on and put Susie Farrow out of my head.<\/p>\n

I wear a little tinsel hat and I give a little speech about how our lovely reading groups are such good friends. I say something like it every year and it always gets a polite little round of applause. One year even my husband joined in. It was easy to get him to come that Christmas, I\u2019d actually organised sponsorship and he came to support me. To this day, people ask how I got a company to sponsor our little do.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll tell you, though, because it\u2019s about quality. It\u2019s because our group is best. I know it and so does everyone else, including the brewery. So it\u2019s no harm being gracious at the party. I am gracious. I\u2019m not \u201cup myself\u201d. Whatever that\u2019s supposed to mean.<\/p>\n

Still, it is about standards and I do think that we should all play our part. Especially in our village. And this year it was so obvious that Susie Farrow thinks she\u2019s superior. She was right there in front of the stage before I was called up to make my speech but then I couldn\u2019t see her when I went to start. I always like to catch her eye during my speech and let her know I know that our group was first. But this time she had walked out. She had actually walked out. Fresh air, said one of the girls. Can’t take the heat, I said. I was pleased with that.<\/p>\n

My gaze went to Henry. He\u2019s dependable. Even if he can\u2019t read. I hardly had to look at him before he understood me and was heading out after Susie Farrow. He didn\u2019t get her back in time for the end of my speech but as I say he\u2019s dependable, it doesn\u2019t make him a miracle worker. And they had clearly had words outside. They came back in looking so angry and it was obvious how they avoided each other for the rest of the night.<\/p>\n

I’m proud of Henry. Standing up for me like that.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sure he has a little thing for me.<\/p>\n

I mustn\u2019t encourage him. I won\u2019t encourage him. But there is something there. I can\u2019t deny it. <\/p>\n

My husband came to pick me up. It was easy to get him to do that, it was on his way back from the club. When I came out, Henry was talking to him. He saw me and slapped my husband on the back. \u201cHere she is, you lucky fella.\u201d I\u2019m just saying what he said.<\/p>\n

My husband never says anything like that. <\/p>\n

Maybe that was why it was so easy.<\/p>\n

I was surprised how many people came to his funeral. But then I am a figure here, it’s silly to be modest about it. They all turned out to support me. They’ve not been quite so good since. I really thought Henry would be here every day but I haven\u2019t seen him once. But I expect he\u2019ll make up for it when I\u2019m out.<\/p>\n

I tell you, though, it\u2019s really the girls I\u2019m disappointed in. I haven\u2019t seen any of them, either.<\/p>\n

I have seen Susie Farrow.<\/p>\n

Of course Susie Farrow came to visit me. <\/p>\n

She said she was here to build fences, she said she was here because she didn’t know I’d got it in me. She said we could be friends when I get out. Got to stick together. Us girls. “Very well,” I said. “Let’s talk like friends. Who’s given you that ring?”
\nShe wouldn’t tell me. <\/p>\n

All front, all talk, that Susie Farrow.<\/p>\n

But I’ll give her this, she did bring me a book. She says that she and Henry had a meeting, representing the two book groups, to discuss what to bring me. That will be Henry\u2019s doing, I\u2019m certain. The book is The Wimbledon Poisoner and Susie Farrow says it\u2019s a joke. I\u2019ve never been one for comedy but I thank her for the thought. And I\u2019ll check it out later, I\u2019m sure there\u2019ll be a message in it for me.<\/p>\n

Do you know, there are quite few ladies here who I’ve seen reading at recreation. I should start a group. I’m going to start a book group, just for us.<\/p>\n

We won’t be the first group, obviously. But you’ll see. We’ll be the best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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