What I'm Reading: 'The Group' by Mary McCarthy

I am not at all embarrassed to admit that I started reading The Group because I read a Vanity Fair article on the book and its subsequent film adaptation starring Jessica Walter (Lucille Bluth of 'Arrested Development') and Candice Bergen (Murphy Brown of 'Murphy Brown' and one of my spirit animals). The sexual content was considered to be at least titillating and at most revolutionary, and even as a very jaded 21-century woman who had seen every episode of 'Sex and the City' before college, I still manage to find it entertaining, though certainly more funny than romantic.

The titular "group" is a clique of Vassar graduates coming of age in early 1930s Manhattan. They experience love, sex, marriage, babies, jobs, money troubles, and death. A highlight for me has definitely been the incredibly detailed descriptions of their contraceptive efforts, as well as their dabbling in psychoanalysis. 

Its cultural impact in 1963 can't be overstated, especially given how little of an impact it seems to have today, when most young women have never heard of The Group or Mary McCarthy, which is a shame. I think it probably suffered from being so sex-centric, and was thus seen as being kind of trashy, along the lines of other popular novels like Valley of the Dolls. There is a reference to The Group in an episode of 'Mad Men,' which is not surprising as it remained on the bestseller list for two years and would have been viewed as significant book for someone like Betty Draper, who would easily fit right in with The Group ladies. I've really been enjoying it so far, and I can't wait to finish it off so I can dive into the movie, which I have a feeling is going to be right up my alley.

This Week in Books: Tartt vs. Art and Taiye Selasi

Where else to begin this week but with Vanity Fair's very splashy take-down of Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch, "It's Tartt -- but is it Art?" Yeeesh. The author Evgenia Peretz ponders the popularity of Tartt's third novel which recently won the Pulitzer Prize amid some negative reviews by heavyweight literary critics like James Wood. I'm not really sure why this is of interest to anyone, because the reading public usually ignores critical reviews and once a book becomes sufficiently buzzworthy, it takes off. And everyone knows that sometimes awards are doled out as reparations for an author's better earlier work being ignored, which seems likely in this case. None of this changes my intention to read The Goldfinch and make my own assessment, nor does it change my love for Tartt's first novel The Secret History, which I will continue to wholeheartedly recommend.

A new blog debuted this week, which I really really adore. I have been a follower of The Terrier and Lobster page for a long time now, so I was delighted when its creator announced a new blog dedicated to books. In keeping with her style, the focus is largely on design and fashion, and is plenty whimsical.

Finally, the 2014 PEN Literary Awards shortlist has been announced, and includes one of my favorite novels of the year, Ghana Must Go by Taiye Selasi, as if further proof was needed of my un-erring wisdom in all things book-related.