Tonight's meeting will begin at 6:30pm.
The PageTurners Book Club meets one Thursday each month. We will read a variety of books throughout the year---some might touch your heart; others might challenge the way you think. At least one will make you laugh — and a couple might make you cry. They are all good reads. And they are, above all, books you'll want to talk about with your friends--old and new alike!
From The Washington Post:
Kent Haruf’s posthumous novel offers a tender look at
love in the twilight
By Ron Charles May
19, 2015
Readers took their time finding Kent Haruf, but he was a patient
man who didn’t care much for the trappings of fame anyhow. His popularity
swelled quickly, though, when he published his third novel, “Plainsong,” in 1999 at the age
of 56. The book was a bestseller for months and a finalist for the National
Book Award, which meant he had to dress up for the ceremony in New York and
wear a medal on a ribbon around his neck and feel genuinely uncomfortable.
Afterward, he told the New York Times, “We’re nuts, crazy in
this country about fame. We expect writers to be something between Hollywood
starlet and a village idiot.”
By the time he died last November at the age of 71, he had
successfully avoided either of those fates and published five quiet, beloved
novels about the people of Holt, Colo., a fictional town drawn from his
itinerant adolescence. In his obituary, there was mention of a
manuscript he’d completed just before dying, and now we have a chance to read
that final book. Such posthumous publications come trailing clouds of
skepticism, but “Our Souls at Night” is such a
tender, carefully polished work that it seems like a blessing we had no right
to expect.
The novel opens with a sentence as simple as a line from the
Gospels: “And then there was the day when Addie Moore made a call on Louis
Waters.”
That initial “and” is a modestly brilliant touch, an
assumption that we’re already involved in the lives of these people, already
waiting for the next — and, alas, last — installment about Holt, Colo. The
story that quickly develops follows Addie and her neighbor Louis. Both live
alone, nursing memories of doleful marriages they stuck with until illness
stole away their spouses. Neither has any reason to expect the remaining years
will offer relief from the arid rituals of retirement in a small town. Indeed,
what older folks are allowed to expect from their lives becomes the central
theme of this slim but never slight book.
When Addie knocks on Louis’s door, he knows her only as the
widow of a local insurance salesman. He invites her to sit in the living room,
and after a few sputtering starts, she make an outlandish proposal: “I’m
lonely. I think you might be too. I wonder if you would come and sleep in the
night with me.”
Half-a-century after the sexual revolution, in the
shame-free age of Tinder, Blendr, Grindr et al., it’s funny how bold Addie’s
proposal sounds. Decent folk know that old people are supposed to live lives of
resolute solitude to protect their dignity (and our inheritance). When the time
comes, we’ll move them to an institution where they can be tended by cheery
strangers until they pass away in drugged incoherence.