Is this it? The end of the Oprah Book Club as we know it?
It’s Thursday, April 4, at approximately 3:45 pm. In less than twenty-four hours, virtually everyone in America will have received word of Oprah Winfrey’s abrupt decision to cancel her televised book club, but now, as member
number 251 in a select studio audience of about 300, I find myself privy to this news before it has broken over the general populace. It is with no small sense of irony that I find myself here at this unforeseeably historic taping. For one thing, I don’t even own a TV and have had little direct exposure to The Oprah Winfrey Show up until this moment. For another, I’m here not because I’m a fan but because I’m hurrying to finish my lengthy English thesis on the impact of the Oprah Book Club on American literary culture. In fact, my very arrival here at Harpo Studios played out something like a game of six degrees of separation, starting during a thesis-writing seminar last fall when a friend and fellow student mentioned that her mother’s cousin’s friend knew Oprah’s makeup artist, and would I like help getting tickets.
Now–countless e-mails, multiple phone calls and several months later–I have come to Chicago’s West Loop from Washington this very morning expecting to receive a typical and formulaic book-club-segment experience. I plan to take a few notes, write a nice, anecdotal first-person account of the whole thing upon my return home and be done with it. Still, along with every other polite, neatly dressed guest present, I gasp with pure, unstaged shock when, immediately after returning from a commercial break, Winfrey stands up and declares, “I just want to say that this is the end of the book club as we know it.”
I sit stunned in my seat listening to the rest of her official statement that will air during her regularly scheduled program on Friday, the statement in which she explains before the cameras that “the truth is, it has just become harder and harder for me to find books on a monthly basis that I am really passionate about.” I hear from Winfrey–as will anyone else who watches the show, listens to the soundbites or reads the papers–that “I have to read a lot of books to get to something that I really passionately love, so I don’t know when the next book will be. It might be next fall or it could be next year. But I have saved one of the best for last. It’s one of my all-time favorites, and we’ll be discussing this selection as usual in about a month. So my final selection is Sula. Sula, by my favorite author, Toni Morrison.” Unlike most other people who will hear this quote bandied about the press for weeks to come, from my position, dead-center in the third row, I have the advantage of hearing those parts of Winfrey’s explanation that will not make the TV edit.