It must be the time of the year—change of weather and holidays around the corner—both of my book groups pick a mystery and crime thriller for the month. On my own I continue to peruse literature. The Guardian suggests some overlooked classics that pique my interest. Over the weekend I finished The Member of the Wedding by Carson McCullers. Without reading the introduction, I know it’s one of McCullers’ signature subject about a loner. It’s a portrait of a 12-year-old girl, a social outcast, who agonizes to find her niche in the society and to leave behind her hometown. Her idea of escape is to go on honey together with her soon-to-be-married brother Jarvis and his fiance Janice.
The next reading adventure will be a book of which I have neither heard of the author nor the title. Wallace Stegner, whose Crossing to Safety has been one of my all-time favorites, said Mrs. Bridge is “a hell of a portrait . . . she’s as real and as pathetic and as sad as any character I have read in a long time.” Why haven’t I encountered this book? It’s a social satire that has dark implications; but these implications are more puckish than serious.