• Bridge Ladies

    Bridge Ladies Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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It’s Always Someone Else I See

 

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Last night was a first. I was invited to a Book Club. Until now, I’ve been doing readings and events. This was more intimate. Up close and personal. Dinner. There were ten women. I knew a few from summer camp and high school — hadn’t seen them in more than thirty years. It was at a house on the Connecticut shore line, calm with the sun setting. The women were all about my age (the first thing they asked me was how hold I am). THey had all read the book. One woman’s book had post- its. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything  as touching in my life. The best part is that they are readers. Real readers. Always had books going. Every book mentioned, when they were deciding on their next, someone had already read. Music to my agent’s heart.

They wanted to know the usual things: what did my mother think of the book? What about the other ladies? My sisters? How did I get the idea? WHat was I working on next? ONe woman asked me what my father would have thought of the book. That was a first. I don’t think he would have liked it. My dad was from the school of stiff upper lip. They praised my ability to weave so many topics. SOme said they even wanted to try Bridge. They even invited me to join.

Are you in a book club? What’s it like?

5 Responses

  1. Congratulations! That must have been so rewarding. Writing can get very lonely and to share the results of your hours of isolation with a group of women who get it and appreciate it…. I can’t think of anything better.

  2. My book club has been going for 14 years. Mostly the same women — a few have left, a few more have joined. It sounds much like the group you visited (except for the Connecticut shore part…) — we’re readers. We read a lot of literary fiction, some women’s fiction, at least one “classic” a year and occasionally something non-fiction or mystery. We’ve become good friends over book discussions. When one of us is sick or hurt, it’s the book club women that bring a dish to help out. The first part of our meetings is always talking about families, trips, life. And then we get down to business. I’ve kept a running log since we started of the books we’ve read, and it’s full of great reading. And a few stinkers as well. You can’t win ’em all. We don’t do dinner, but we’re very good at wine. I love my book club women.

  3. Oh yes. I’m in a book club. I honestly think if you’re in the South, just like using Duke’s Mayo, and knowing how to make sweet tea, you must be in a book club. Mine is called The Thursday Afternoon Book Club – and get this. It was founded in 1910. I had the Centennial celebration at my house – because my house is about as old as that club – older actually (1906) I’ve been a member about 15 years. They have my back – so to speak.

    I’ve given my little spiel at a couple other ones here in town – it will pick up again after the summer break. (we don’t meet June/July/Aug)

    I LOVE my book club! (Probably b/c I’m considered a spring chicken to most of them)

  4. No. It’s like being free.

  5. Thank you. I just want to say thank you for writing The Bridge Ladies. I posted about it on my Facebook page. I love it. I will try and spread the word of it’s wonder.

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