This brilliant social document (to paraphrase the quote on the book cover) tells the stories of several savvy Vassar grads with varying and dynamic personalities, careers, political persuasions, and personal affairs--who all interact in and around New York City. It's filled with satire and historical imagery and taught me tons about the political atmosphere in the 1930s (it was written around 1960). McCarthy is wonderful--she was a frequent New Yorker contributor and wrote these full-bodied characters astutely and intelligently and lovingly.

It's unfortunate that time has not already proven this novel a classic. Besides when I saw Betty Draper read it on Mad Men (Weiner loves those time stamps, y'all) and when an older man saw my copy and said he "hadn't seen anyone reading that in over 35 years," I've never encountered another person who's heard of it. It was the #1 best seller in 1964 and apparently every woman had her nose in it that year. Wish more men would read this. But, with a cast full of ladies, it's been pegged as a woman's novel ever since publication.
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Read this for my Zoom book club. Rather, it was a reread—I think I first read it when I was in my early 20s, but so much of what makes it a really meaty novel just went right over my head. Which makes me marvel at how truly oblivious I must have been at that age, despite having been raised in a reasonably aware liberal household and living in NYC. I just wasn't a political animal, I guess, because the big themes she shifts around with her eight or so main characters—class and sexism, mainly, with a little anti-Semitism and racism thrown in—did not weigh in my mind at the time, as I remember.

This time around I found it all fascinating and horrifying, as well as an entertaining read, a slow burn of amusing, annoying, satirical, and then appalling—kind of a rear-view-mirror dystopia, published the year I was born and all the more unsettling for that intersection into my own time line. Especially given the recent Supreme Court rollback of Roe... it's not as far back in the rear-view mirror as I'd like it to be, these days.

Anyway, too much going on in the book (Vassar grads in the 1930s moving through young adulthood, trials both of the time and timeless, and some really awful men) to describe, but it's worth a read for sure. And it made for a very good book club discussion. ( )

This book made me want to dish with my lady friends and drink cocktails.

The title refers to a group of girls who all graduate from Vassar in the same year (1933), and the novel follows their stories for the next 7 years or so. Issues of class and gender abound, and the story is both silly and sad in places. I wanted to love it and...didn't. In fact, I admit to skimming in parts. It felt a little too dated at this point, I think. *shrug* ( )

El grupo es la obra más conocida, y controvertida, de la norteamericana Mary McCarthy. Cuando se publicó en 1963 constituyó un succès de scandale, pues abordaba temas como el amor libre, la anticoncepción o el aborto desde un punto de vista femenino. McCarthy nos traslada a la Nueva York de los treinta para retratar la vida de nueve universitarias recién licenciadas en el Vassar College, comenzando con la boda de una de ellas, y terminando con su funeral en 1940. Las nueve son independientes, inquietas y libres, aunque lo que se espere de ellas sea el matrimonio y la crianza. Una novela excepcional, un clásico moderno de extrema elegancia y franqueza que supone una de las más brillantes radiografías de los Estados Unidos en la época en que las mujeres empezaron a hablar en primera persona.