It Can't Happen Here — Sinclair Lewis

“The Senator was vulgar, almost illiterate, a public liar easily detected, and in his ‘ideas’ almost idiotic, while his celebrated piety was that of a traveling salesman for church furniture, and his yet more celebrated humor the sly cynicism of a country store. Certainly there was nothing exhilarating in the actual words of his speeches, nor anything convincing in his philosophy. His political platforms were only wings of a windmill.”

This week's book is It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis and we'll be meeting at The Didsbury on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.

As I Lay Dying — William Faulkner

“People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.”

“How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.”

This week's book is As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner and we'll be meeting at The Didsbury on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.