THE CORRESPONDENT by Virginia Evans

Sybil Van Antwerp, the title character, is a retired lawyer in her 70s who keeps up with family and friends largely via snail mail.  She also has no qualms about writing to famous authors, including Ann Patchett, Kazuo Ishiguro, Larry McMurtry, and Joan Didion, and I loved her commentary on their books.  Her various personal problems come and go, but the overarching problem in her life is her guilt and grief over the death of one of her children.  Plus, she was so distraught at the time that she failed to show compassion in the legal case of an immigrant man.  To me, this is a bigger failing than the neglect that contributed to her son’s death.  In any case, the book has several problems, including the fact that it has no plot. Nor is it suspenseful.  At times the identity of the sender of a letter addressed to Sybil is not obvious, and I think the author could have alleviated that source of confusion.  That said, this may not be my favorite epistolary novel, as it falls short of The Egyptologist and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, but it is somewhat addictive.  It’s not exactly a page turner, either, but every time I sat down to read it, I kept saying to myself that I would read just one more letter, and that plan would repeat itself through another dozen or so.