As I wrote earlier, we just had our inaugural Book Club meeting last week, and our first book was Rules of Civility. The author is Amor Towles, and when I was preparing our “discussion guide” I found this note to be endearingly humble:
“As someone who has written quietly for twenty years, the notion that a group might gather to discuss a book of mine seems something so fantastic it must be a mirage. So, if you’ve come this far, I owe you my heartfelt thanks.”
This was followed by something I wish I had seen much earlier than hours before we met:
“And if your reading group is meeting for dinner in New York somewhere between Canal and 34th streets, please let me know. If my schedule allows, I will try to stop by.”
Ah, how I wish I had known! Of course we were meeting between Canal and 34th Streets! If I could have somehow tracked down Mr. Towles and invited him to The Jane, it would have really set the bar.
A central theme in the book is that a chance encounter or cursory decision in one’s twenties can shape one’s course for decades to come. Do you think this is true to life? Were there casual encounters or decisions that you made, which in retrospect were watershed events?
Two things about this – don’t you want it to be true? Is it just me, or is life not so much more exciting when at any moment, the smallest decision can change the course of your life? Sure, this is scary, and while I think it can be true, I don’t think it happens every time you leave your house, (which should make it all much less scary). But it is interesting to look back and see how the smallest decisions or memories led to the larger shifts, and the choices we agonized over often change in the blink of an eye.
Another story comes to mind – one that takes me back to Chapel Hill on NCAA Football Signing Day, spring of 2008. Luckily, I had a friend who lived down the hall who actually followed this Signing Day thing, and at some point I picked up from her that Carolina had benefitted from a surprise commitment. That no one saw coming!
Fast forward a few hours to the Duke / Carolina basketball game. I was sitting with some friends and introduced to two new boys who were talking about none other than Signing Day while we walked to the Dean Dome. I parroted whatever fact I had picked up from Sarah, I talked with the boys about how we were all so surprised that so-in-so actually signed with Carolina, and we moved on. And I never saw either of them again.
Until I “re-met” Hewitt at a friend’s wedding a year and a half later. And that exchange about Signing Day is what I remembered. And it’s what he remember too.
So here’s to the little choices and things we pick up along the way that might just change everything.