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Isn’t there something wonderful in that, to think that the story of one’s life is preserved in some way, that this very letter may one day mean something, even if it is a very small thing, to someone.

When we chose an epistolatory novel (winner of Women’s Prize for Fiction) as this month’s Book Club novel, I’m afraid I sighed. But I needn’t have worried. The Correspondent by Virginia Evans 2025 proved to be a very rewarding read and the group absolutely loved it.

The letter writer, Sybil Van Antwerp, is a woman in her ‘70s, divorced and living alone in near the river in Annapolis: now retired, she once had a prestigious career in law. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday she neatly stacks her special writing paper (ordered from England), assembles her fountain pen and writing materials and writes letters – to her brother Felix; her son and daughter; her best friend Rosalie; the unhappy gifted son of an ex -colleague – she will write to anyone, including authors she admires. These letters are punctuated by a continuing unsent letter the recipient of which is only revealed at the end.

Through the letters we gradually learn about Sybil’s life and the griefs and regrets she is coming to terms with – the death of her son Gilbert aged 8; a court case she bitterly regrets and the desertion by her birth mother when she was 14 months old. We learn about the rift between her and her husband, the uneasy relationship with her daughter, but also the warm humorous correspondence with Rosalie, looking back on happy school days together, comparing authors they like and extending sympathy with one another.

She is often acerbic, is known to be stubborn and can be unreasonable. On the other hand, she is witty and enjoys a good laugh as well as being warm and kind, reaching out to help others but finding it difficult to do so with her own daughter. She is also coping with the shadow of impending blindness – a tragedy for a woman who cherishes her independence and whose main pleasure in life is reading and writing.

In the unsent letters she reveals her raw feelings; other letters express her anger at her children when they suggest a retirement apartment, Happy Haven, and when they buy her a DNA testing kit for Christmas.  Despite her opposition to the idea, she ‘accidentally’ ticks a box to discover her birth family.

This is a novel of heartache and sorrow, but also humour and love, and even romance. Through her letters Sybil is ultimately able to come to terms with guilt and loss and put right things she feels she has done wrong.

The novel is reminiscent of Elizabeth Strout’s My Name is Lucy Barton as the truth is gradually revealed and things left unsaid are as important as what is said. Many of us enjoyed it so much that we read it twice and it resonated with us on many different levels. We strongly recommend it and hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Next month’s book is The Things We Never Say by Elizabeth Strout

‘Anger is more fun than grief. And revenge is better still’.

Some of enjoyed John Lancherser’s novel Capital (2012) and its BBC Adaptation, so we were keen to read his latest novel Look What You Made Me Do (2026). It is shorter and focused on the two main characters Kate and Phoebe, with first-person narration from each in turn interspersed with extracts from Phoebe’s TV script. It is a revenge story, sharply satirical with the theme of the relationship between entitled baby boomers versus bitter millennials.

Kate is in her 60s, happily married to Jack, an architect, living in the stylish house he has designed for them. They are childless, affluent and self-satisfied and Lanchester makes fun of their middle-class North London way of life – pretentious dinner parties, good works and even Kate’s book club (get the book discussion out of the way and then enjoy a good gossip). Then Jack suddenly dies and everything changes.

Phoebe on the other hand, is in her 20s, a script writer with a misery of a complaining mother and, as she admits, not a very nice person. She has recently completed the script for a TV series Cheating about a couple having an illicit affair in the style of a fly-on-the-wall documentary. It has exploded into an enormous success which everyone is talking about, but when Kate sees it she is horrified that it closely echoes what has gone on in her own marriage and she surmises that Jack must have been having an affair so that her seemingly happy marriage was a sham.

The novel then centres on the conflict between the two women (no spoilers) and its devastating conclusion. As such it is a thriller, but it is also a dark satire with implications of the dangers of technology for the future of all of us.  Lanchester’s strength lies in his keen ear for dialogue and pretension – such as the dinner party based on ‘60s recipes which they all enthuse over or when Phoebe takes her mother out to dinner, steeling herself for all the inevitable complaints and it turns out to be a taster menu. There is a contrast between Kate’s carefree University years when she’s an adept shoplifter and able to steal Jack from his girlfriend, and Phoebe’s hard work to support herself and break free from the ties of her mother.

We all enjoyed the book despite its implausible coincidences and the fact that we were reading about two very unpleasant people. It was well written – an easy enjoyable read albeit with dark overtones.

Our next book is The Correspondent by Virginia Evans