I recently decided to retire from my job as a driver of food to daycares in the greater Toronto area to focus more squarely on writing, comedy and living the dream. As a first step, I plan on catching up on this blog in the next few days. So, um, watch out.
3) The Tin Drum by Gunther Grass, translated by Breon Mitchell
Where were we? I had just cut a book in three, and was feeling confident, smug even. But then Krista (my beautiful wife) announced that we would be hosting book club this month. I confidently and smugly said that not only would I participate in the hosting of this event, I would read the book as well. Krista had joined a book club along with one of her close friends, who was an actor and had started a book club for other actors or similar artists who had been rejected from more formal book clubs. They had been rejected because they could get a gig and be summoned out of town at any time, and so could not necessarily attend book club meetings with 100% regularity.
My mom is in a book club too. I wouldn’t like to be part of a book club full time, mostly because I have other book commitments, and also a lot of book clubs read mostly book-club-type books, Oprah’s and Heather’s picks, that kind of stuff. Oh, also it’s tough to be in a book club because you have to read a book in a month. Every month.