Brokeback Mountain- December 2018

I need to start this post with an apology. I usually writ these updates straight after the meeting, but the December meeting was a mnth ago and im only just getting round to writing this up now.  It doesn’t help that the meeting was just after my works Christmas party, so I may have been slightly tipsy.

Because of the madness of Christmas we rescheduled the meeting to the 14th, to ensure as many people could attend as possible.  This meant we only have 3 weeks to read as opposed to 4.  This is one of the reasons we went for a short story; “Brokeback Mountain” by  Annie Proulx.

It was an emotional meeting as some of the issues in the story resonated with some of the members.  These issues included growing up in a house and community where being gay could never be tolerated and trying to spend a life burying feelings.  There was also some discussion about how the story transferred to a film.  Considering the story is only 80 pages, I was shocked about how virtually every moment of the film appears in the book.  This goes to show how much of a novel has to be taken out when it is converted into a film.  As a story which spanned several decades, condensed into 80 pages, it was felt that each line, each word, had been selected and crafted to mean something.  While there were parts of the story which were intensely emotional, the author managed to convey this with the minimum number of words required.  Others in the group compared this efficiency of language to Hemingway.

As it was the Christmas meeting, we lifted our spitist with mince pies and a secret santa book swap, which was lots of fun.  Even if Cameron tried to palm off his copy of “Queer in Russia”.  (Its okay, he has a good book to swap as well.)

As usual we each gave the book a score out of 10 and the average was 9 out of 10.  Easily the highest score we have ever had.

So I’ll finish this post with one of my favourite quotes from the book (tissues at the ready)

“Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand, a yard at a time.  He stopped t the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up.  He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.”