Andrew Makepeace Ladd III and Melissa Gardner, both born to wealth and position, are childhood friends whose lifelong correspondence begins with birthday party thank-you notes and summer camp postcards. Romantically attached, they continue to exchange letters through the boarding school and college years—where Andy goes on to excel at Yale and law school, while Melissa flunks out of a series of "good schools." While Andy is off at war Melissa marries, but her attachment to Andy remains strong and she continues to keep in touch as he marries, becomes a successful attorney, gets involved in politics and, eventually, is elected to the U.S. Senate. Meanwhile, her marriage in tatters, Melissa dabbles in art and gigolos, drinks more than she should, and becomes estranged from her children. Eventually she and Andy do become involved in a brief affair, but it is really too late for both of them. However Andy's last letter, written to her mother after Melissa's untimely death, makes it eloquently clear how much they really meant, and gave to, each other over the years—physically apart, perhaps, but spiritually as close as only true lovers can be.
Andrew Makepeace Ladd III and Melissa Gardner, both born to wealth and position, are childhood friends whose lifelong correspondence (over 50 years) begins with birthday party thank-you notes and summer camp postcards. They continue to exchange letters through the boarding school and college years—where Andy goes on to excel at Yale and law school, while Melissa flunks out of a series of "good schools." While Andy is off at war Melissa marries, but her attachment to Andy remains strong and she continues to keep in touch as he marries, becomes a successful attorney, gets involved in politics and, eventually, is elected to the U.S. Senate. Meanwhile, her marriage in tatters, Melissa dabbles in art and gigolos, drinks more than she should, and becomes estranged from her children. However it is Andy's last letter, written to her mother after Melissa's untimely death, that makes it eloquently clear how much they really meant, and gave to, each other over the years—physically apart, perhaps, but spiritually as close as only true lovers can be.
I was fortunate to see this play last week in New York. I loved it so much, I purchased and read the script. The two leads were Carol Burnett (Melissa) and Brian Dennehy (Andrew Makepeace Ladd III).
The play’s title is, on one level, tinged with irony: for much of their lives, the relationship between Andy and Melissa remains one of flirting and friendship that somehow never bloomed into romance. The sense of regret that we read between the lines of their correspondence gives the play a melancholy underpinning, as we (and they) consider what might have been, and whether their lives might have turned out differently had they found a way to come together for good.
What ultimately makes the play so haunting is the recognition that the heart of Andy and Melissa’s relationship cannot be captured in the many thousands of words they exchange. Even today, when people broadcast their every waking thought on any number of social media platforms, we only really manage to record a small sliver of what it means, and how it feels, to grow and change, to experience love and endure loss. In its oblique and unaffected way, Love Letters illustrates this universal truth, that so much of life, probably most of it, is a solitary journey, a letter we write only to ourselves.
I just finished “Love Letters” by A.R. Gurney and wow… I would kill to be in that show. I don’t know what it is about it, maybe it’s in part because I have a couple Andys in my life who I’ve known since I was little. Maybe it’s because it’s been raining. Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a fear of growing old, and at this point in my life everything feels to be going so quickly… I don’t remember the last time a text made me feel like that— such real feelings. I just loved it.
'As I told you before, in some ways I feel most alive when I'm holed up in some corner, writing things down. I pick up a pen, and almost immediately everything seems to take shape around me.'
I have a particular weakness for epistolary novels. A letter speaks volumes and Love Letters was no exception.
A R Gurney's stroke of genius in this play is in allowing the reader the freedom to build the characters , based simply on letters that pass back and forth between Andrew Makepeace Ladd 111 and Melissa Gardner through 50 years of their life.
A poignant tale of what could have been, of friendship that sustained through the years, and an affirmation of the adage , that first love, is the hardest to forget.
Deep, emotional and classy. I have seen the play before reading the book and it was the reason I could envision live characters, hear intonations and feel so wide range of emotions - it was combination of both, the book and the play. Though, it was absolute satisfaction to dive into this beautiful love story. It illustrates how important is to recognize the true feelings and be brave enough to stand for them no matter what.
It was oddly fitting to read this in the same timeframe when I was reading Cecilia Ahern's LOVE, ROSIE. I'd be shocked if Ahern didn't use LOVE LETTERS as part of her inspiration.
Gurney has an uncanny ability to maintain a novel-like quality despite the epistolary nature. And it's far more charming to watch a story unfold in a series of letters when it's NOT set in a time period where the characters are first having to explain a way why they aren't just texting or calling instead.
The childhood rapport between Andy and Melissa is utterly charming - and the conclusion of their lifelong friendship is deeply heartbreaking. I can only imagine how stunning it would be to see two seasoned actors perform this live.
Pretty good, especially in the development of Andy's and Melissa's characters over the years. Reminded me a little of SAME TIME, NEXT YEAR in the way the characters' politics diverge over the years, but they end up growing closer rather than farther apart. I should have seen the twist at the end coming, but then Andy should have seen it coming too.
Simple, probably a 45 min max play. Like that there’s no set, disagree with the author about not acting some of it as I think it will get boring otherwise. Well written dramedy; certainly not a comedy.
This play was adapted both in Bengali and Hindi, but what's important to note is that all the three versions had different endings. This is unique, I believe.
Amazing that an epistolary format, simply and elegantly written, without fuss or frills, can be so eloquent, convey so much emotion, and allow for personalities to be drawn out so well. I loved the simplicity of having only 2 key protagonists, the fact that there are no voice overs or descriptions needed to thread the story together, the epistolary approach that has been used to show how the voice of these protagonists change as they grow and are affected by life's experiences, and the universality of the way love talks, across cultures, personality types, ages, and eras. Sometimes coy, sometimes banal, sometimes expressive, sometimes repressive, most often gently humorous - the banter between Andy and Melissa is very realistic and does not seem put on or artificial at any point of time.
We debated in our literary group as to whether this love story had to end as it did, and reluctantly concluded that it made the whole story the more poignant as a result. A side effect of reading this book is that I was very inspired to restart writing letters in an environment where people are only texting or emailing. Some practices of a bygone era are charming and worth preserving - letter writing is definitely one of them.
Not many quotes or reflections to record. Just a couple I marked:
"Ok. Here goes. The reason writing Angie Atkinson is because I just don't think I can stop writing letters, particularly to girls. As I told you before, in some ways I feel most alive when I'm holed up in some corner, writing things down. I pick up a pen, and almost immediately everything seems to take shape around me. I love to write. I love writing my parents because then I become the ideal son. I love writing essays for English, because then I am for a short while a true scholar. I love writing letters to the newspaper, notes to my friends, Christmas cards, anything where I have to put down words. I love writing you. You most of all. I always have. I feel like a true lover when I'm writing you. This letter, which I'm writing with my own hand, with my own pen, in my own penmanship, comes from me and no one else, and is a present of myself to you. its not typewritten, though I learned how to type. There's no copy of it, though I suppose I could use a carbon. And it's not a telephone call, which is dead as soon as it is over. No, this is just me, me the way I write, the way my writing is, the way I want to be to you, giving myself to you across a distance, not keeping or retaining any party of it for myself, giving this piece of myself to you totally, and you can tear me up and throw me out, or keep me, and read me today, tomorrow, any time you want until you die."
"As you know, I've always liked to write letters. I decided I might do better trying to write laws, which, after all, are the letters that civilisation writes to itself."
"Much LOVE? MUCH love? God, Andy how sexy! Remember how much that meant in our preppy days? If it was just "love" you were out in the cold, and if it was "all my love," you were hemmed in for life -- but "Much Love" meant that things could go either way. Remember?"
I first read Love Letters in high school but have only foggy memories of the play. I mostly remember it as one of those plays that gets performed a lot (understandable, given the lack of set and memorization). In other words, it didn’t leave an enormous impression on me.
Coming back to the play as an adult, I can see why this play didn’t resonate with teenage me. While I enjoyed it, I can’t say I connected with it much now either – I found Melissa a sort of half character as compared to Andy, and the second act is entirely too rushed and scattered.
But it is an interesting experiment in the theatre and in the challenge of keeping the audience’s attention with words alone. Quasi-recommended.
As someone who writes letters, I loved reading this play, which tells the story of childhood friends Andy and Melissa as they love, grow, love again, via fifty-some years of letters. As a childhood Andy says, "My father says everyone should write letters as much as they can. It's a dying art. He says letters are a way of presenting yourself in the best possible light to another person. I think that, too."
What a delightful play! I've never seen it done, though I know it gets produced often, especially for fundraisers, as it's a two- person play, that require no or one rehearsal and no memorization.
It's a look at two people through their letters to each other, who have known each other their whole lives.
This is a play and a quick read (I read this in under 2 hours) focused on two friends (one male, one female) who write letters to each other throughout their lives, starting in second grade, revealing their feelings for one another and the various events, emotions and changes in their complicated lives. Note: there is not a Kindle version of this to purchase online.
Bijwijlen geestig theaterstuk bestaande uit liefdesbrieven tussen een paar dat nooit een paar werd. Vaak oppervlakkig, maar met een grote schaar valt hier een speels en soms ontroerend voorstellinkje van te maken.
dang half of me is like i wish they worked out their feelings for each other but the other half is like nahhh they weren’t good for each other. very interesting play though i enjoyed the letter format!
sueño con verla en el teatro y poder sentir un poquito de lo que nunca sera aunque no sea actuada por los actores que me gustaría porque nunca van a volver, gracias Selva.