The next meeting of the LAHR Reading Group
is Sunday October 14, at 5:00 pm. We will be discussing the book “The Back
Passage” by James Lear. A brief description of this book is provided below,
as well as a sneak preview of coming reading group selections.
The reading group meets each month at Sir
Pizza/Grand Café, which is located in Old Town at 201 E Grand River Ave.
Reading group books are available at a 20%
discount at Schuler's Books on the Reading Group table, as well as
Everybody Reads, a local bookstore located at2019
E. Michigan Avenue in Lansing (http://www.becausee
verybodyreads. com). For questions about the reading group, contact me at
brianinlansing@
yahoo.com .
October 14, 2007
The Back Passage
by James Lear
Agatha Christie
Move over! Hard-core sex and scandal meet
in this brilliantly funny whodunit. A seaside village, an English country
house, a family of wealthy eccentrics and their equally peculiar servants, a
determined detective — all the ingredients are here for a cozy Agatha
Christie-style whodunit. But wait — Edward “Mitch” Mitchell is no Hercule
Poirot, and The Back Passage is no Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Mitch is a
handsome, insatiable 22-year-old hunk who never lets a clue stand in the way
of a steamy encounter, whether it’s with the local constabulary, the house
secretary, or his school chum and fellow athlete Boy Morgan, who becomes his
Watson when they’re not busy boffing each other. When Reg Walworth is found
dead in a cabinet, Sir James Eagle has his servant Weeks immediately arrested
as the killer. But Mitch’s observant eye pegs more plausible possibilities:
polysexual chauffeur Hibbert, queenly pervert Leonard Eagle, missing scion
Rex, sadistic copper Kennington, even Sir James Eagle himself. Blackmail,
police corruption, a dizzying network of spyholes and secret passages,
watersports, and a nonstop queer orgy backstairs and everyplace else mark this
hilariously hard-core mystery by a major new talent.
November 11, 2007
Self-Made Man
by Nora Vincent
The disguise that former Los Angeles Times op-ed columnist Vincent employed to
trick dozens of people into believing her a man was carefully thought out: a
new, shorter haircut; a pair of rectangular eyeglasses; a fake five o'clock
shadow; a prosthetic penis; some preppy clothes. It was more than she needed.
"[A]s I became more confident in my disguise... the props I had used... became
less and less important, until sometimes I didn't need them at all," Vincent
writes. Gender marking, she found, is more about attitude than appearance.
Vincent's account of the year and a half she spent posing as a man is peppered
with such predictable observations. To readers of gender studies literature,
none of them will be especially illuminating, but Vincent's descriptions of
how she learned, and tested, such chestnuts firsthand make them awfully fun to
read. As "Ned," Vincent joined an all-male bowling league, dated women, worked
for a door-to-door sales force, spent three weeks in a monastery, hung out in
strip clubs and, most dangerous of all, went on a
Robert Bly–style men's
retreat. She creates rich portraits of the men she met in these places and the
ways they behaved—as a lesbian, she's particularly good at separating the
issues of sexuality from those of gender. But the most fascinating part of the
story lies within Vincent herself—and the way that censoring her emotions to
pass as a man provoked a psychological breakdown. (Publishers
Weekly)
January 13, 2008
The Night Watch
by
Sarah Waters
In the fall of 1947, an androgynous woman walks aimlessly through the scarred
streets of London , adjusting her cufflinks. An ambulance driver during the
Blitz, she now does nothing more dramatic than go to the cinema, arriving
midway through a film and watching the second half first—"People' s pasts, you
know, being so much more interesting than their futures." Likewise, this
historical novel begins at the end and moves backward, tracing the lives of
its characters from peacetime
Britain to the early years of the war. The centerpiece of the book is
set in 1944, when the characters come fully alive, creeping through blackout
London —an apocalyptic landscape of rubble and ash, searchlights and
fires. Waters, acclaimed for her Victorian-era romps, has done meticulous
research, and renders wartime scenes with unnerving authenticity. (The New
Yorker)