Curiouser Than Usual Bookclub

On this the 25th of November 2010 I am hereby instituting the Curiouser Than Usual Book Club. It will be a fashionable and much sought after club, much like a country club, a vintage car club, or that weird, dark clubroom at the bottom of the stairs down that alley near your house where men play backgammon. It will be all of those things. There are a couple of rules though, let me share them with you.

1. Thou shalt read the novel prescribed in the given time (or at least Wikipedia the plot and ending).

2. Thou shalt make intelligent and insightful remarks and/or ask delightful questions about teh themes, characters and silverfish in their novels.

Ok, I think that's it. Now imagine your name is on a brass plaque hanging over a oak desk with taxidermy owl perched on a fake branch in the corner. It's a little dim, not too neat nor too disheveled in the clubhouse, just enough to look lived in and imposing at the same time. There's a potted fern in one corner that could do with a drink, and several solid wood shelves, all piled with books and important looking documents. The mat is slightly worn on the floor and the bell on the small lamp table next to you is a temptation none must give in to for whoever rings the bell must confront the dreaded yet enigmatically dressed club captain. So go grab a book and get reading. We'll all meet back in two weeks.

Your first book is: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.