Are you as happy as I am that it is Friday? Probably not. I'm pretty happy. I live for weekends these days. Weekends mean hanging out with Kevin, reading, writing blogs for the next week, and general relaxation. Far better than being at the office.
Weekends sometimes mean dinners out. Kevin and I love good food. We realized this year that we are actually a bit snobby sometimes about our food, though only at restaurants. We love a good fancy dinner. We really need no occasion to go; it's a bad habit for our bank account. With all our expensive taste, though, we have yet to visit a restaurant like the one in Herman Koch's The Dinner. This unnamed restaurant, which serves as the setting for the book, would far exceed our budget, even for a special occasion.
Koch, a Dutch author, breaks the book into sections, each named after a dinner course. The entirety of the novel takes place in one evening at the restaurant. Though Koch employs a series of memories to fill in more details, the main event is one dinner. Two brothers and their wives dine together. Paul, the main character, resents his sibling, Serge, who is expected to be the next prime minster.
At first, the book seems to just be about an unpleasant evening born out of the necessity of familial relations. As more is revealed, however, it becomes obvious that this is no ordinary dinner. These couples are together to discuss the actions of their sons and how to handle them.













