Over the years, I’ve read a number of Marie Bostwick’s novels. The Book Club for Troublesome Women is the first one that made me angry. It wasn’t the book itself. It was a very good book. But Bostwick included so many unfair conditions for women that were in place in 1963. That made me angry. When my sister asked me if I should be angry about something I couldn’t change, I commented that people are trying to take us back to 1963, so there were reasons to be angry about this book.

In March 1963, four housewives in Concordia, Virginia form a book club. Margaret Ryan was inspired to start it when she met a new resident, Charlotte Gustafson, who seemed to be a free spirit, with her full-length mink coat and her cigarettes. But Margaret wasn’t interested in reading Betty Smiths’ A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. The devil in her insisted they read The Feminine Mystique, a new book by Betty Friedan. Two of Margaret’s friends, Vivian Buschetti, the mother of six, and a young bride, Bitsy Cobb, the wife of a local vet, reluctantly read the book. Although most of them aren’t enthusiastic, a few cocktails and Charlotte’s insistence that women could be more than housewives and mothers moves them to talk a little more freely about their marriages and frustrations with the working world.

Times have changed after World War II, when women found jobs in the workplace. Now, the ideal woman stays home, cooks and bakes, has children, and is supposed to be satisfied as a helpmate to her husband. Viv had been a combat nurse in the war, and loved her career. Six children later, she’s looking to work part time as a nurse again, but no one wants a woman with six kids. Margaret wants to be a writer, but doesn’t want to tell her husband. Bitsy regrets dropping out of a college when her professor refused to write a letter of recommendation for veterinary school. Charlotte is stuck in a loveless marriage due to money. Until their book club, Charlotte saw them as stuck, “fellow inmates of the intellectual prison that is Concordia.”

I was angry when I read that Margaret couldn’t open a bank account without her husband’s signature. Viv’s husband needed to sign off at the doctor’s before she could go on the pill, although she was forty-one with six kids. It was the time of S&H Green Stamps. Panty hose was new. Women received household allowances, and certainly didn’t have jobs after the war.

At one point, Viv realizes they are four women from a class that does have choices, but they haven’t made choices. What about widows and divorces, single mothers and working women who didn’t have choices? She points out that they’re fighting for their place, but other women have no choices. “If women stuck up for one another the way men do, this would be a very different world.”

Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique may have been a model for these women, but Bitsy and Margaret both find Katherine Graham of The Washington Post to be as inspiring. Graham points out to Bitsy that true friendships are rare and worth waiting for. And, she shows Margaret that women can, should, and do support each other.

The Book Club for Troublesome Women takes place in 1963, with an epilogue that seems appropriate, but a little light for a meaty book. In just that year, these four very different women discover what they have in common, and work for changes in their own lives. In a similar vein, but lighter, Lorna Landvik’s 2004 novel, Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons introduced a group of women and their book club of forty years, and the changes they read about and experiences. Take your pick. I recommend both books.

Marie Bostwick’s website is https://mariebostwick.com/

The Book Club for Troublesome Women by Marie Bostwick. Harper Muse, 2026. 384p.


FTC Full Disclosure – I received a galley from the publisher through NetGalley, with no promise of a positive review.