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Dating Mary McCarthy: First Part of “The Group” Group Read

The novel begins, “It was June, 1933, one week after commencement…” and is about that most punctual form of collective identity, one’s graduating class: in our case, the class of ’33. The Group, we might say, asks to be dated. Dated, but not courted: one of the hardest things to tell about Mary McCarthy’s prose is whether she cares if you like it or not.[1] Read more