”A time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
“Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you”
-- Old Friends / Bookends, Simon and Garfunkel, Songwriters: Paul Simon
”More than kisses, letters mingle souls.”
Letters with no address belonging to the sender and a missing or unclear destination are lucky if they end up in East London’s Dead Letters Depot, it is their last hope. Inside the walls are thirty letter detectives who try to put together whatever clues they can to see that this mail finds a way to its intended destination. William Woolf has worked there for eleven years, since 1979, inheriting his position from his uncle, a man who filled his head with the stories found in missives that may or may not have ever found their way to the hands meant to receive them. He filled his notebooks as a child with these stories, so in the course of time these stories became somewhat of an obsession for him. These letters, the mysteries inside these letters that lie inside these walls, they speak to his soul.
”It was the letters to God, to mythics and mystics, to the other, that haunted William and formed the basis of his work. He had started collecting his favorites in the filing cabinets that lined the echoing Supernatural Division. He painstakingly typed out those he wanted to include in the volume and took photographs of the original documents. In his mind’s eye, he saw the two laid side by side on glossy, ivory pages within hard covers, the book entitled ’A Volume of Lost Letters.’”
When he finds a midnight blue envelope with handwriting of ”curls and spirals, dramatic capitals, carefully crafted lowercase letters, all in a dripping silver ink” and sees it is addressed only to “My Great Love,” he can’t resist slipping it inside his pocket, and although he’s never taken one home with him before, he feels he needs to read this without the eyes of others on him, somewhere private.
”Maybe this is the year you will find me. I hope so. I have been saving up so many stories to tell you, and I’m worried that if you stay away much longer they will all have slipped from my memory. I’ve forgotten so much already. Are you hiding somewhere? Are you lost? Do you not feel read? I wish you would hurry.”
And so it begins. There are other letters, some of which make their way to the intended recipient, thanks to his fine detective work, and those are personal, as well. Stories to make your heart melt a little. Some are more poignant than others, but this is where this story really shines.
William is married to Clare, who is at a stage in life where she is taking pole-dancing classes to ward off her pear-shaped posterior. Clare seems to resent William’s ability to be content in his going-nowhere job, she can barely recall their initial attraction, and now that all these years have passed, it seems as though they are living separate lives, together.
I had wanted to love this, and I did love parts of this, but sometimes the story of William and Clare, his viewpoints and her viewpoints, took me away from, what were for me, the best parts of this story. Several times I debated if I wanted to continue reading this, especially when I was reading Clare’s thoughts. Clare is struggling with her marriage, her feelings about William’s lack of desire for more money, bigger houses, more of everything, really. Dissatisfied with life, her marriage, she can only see a future with more. Without that promise, she may choose a different path, without William. William is struggling with Clare’s indifference to him, and their marriage.
The ending felt both rushed and inadequate to me, but it may work better for others. I didn’t expect, or even want a tidy ending with everything tied up with a neat bow, but I wanted the ending to have just a bit more substance.
Published: 01 JUN 2019 (Kindle)
12 JUL 2018 (Paperback)
02 OCT 2018 (Audio)
03 OCT 2018 (Library Binding)
Many thanks for the ARC provided by HARLEQUIN – Graydon House Books (US & Canada) Graydon House