In 1915, renowned novelist Franz Kafka wrote a seminal work in which a man wakes up and becomes a large insect. In 1972, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Philip Roth wrote a similar novella in which a man wakes up and becomes a large breast.(Guys, I’m not sure I have to keep writing a description for this one, I’m pretty sure the premise alone can stand very well on its—– what, I do? Seriously?)

This month, the PoC gang reads The Breast, and Beryl leads the charge in dissecting this miraculously bad diarrhea of words, forces John and Emma to read aloud the few select prose bits that not will risk damaging trajectories in their selected professions, vehemently defends herself and all other English majors (“No, I swear to God! This is NOT what we read all day! I swear I found this by Googling ‘crappiest books in literature,’ really!), and brings back the timeless and universal dilemma of “but is smut or is it art? And why is it lying in a large hammock?” To find out how a man would handle the inner psychological torment of becoming a huge boob, tune in.