{"id":658,"date":"2024-04-30T06:11:32","date_gmt":"2024-04-30T06:11:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/worldletterwritingday.com\/?p=658"},"modified":"2024-12-07T16:05:13","modified_gmt":"2024-12-07T05:05:13","slug":"from-me-with-love-the-lost-art-of-letter-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldletterwritingday.com\/from-me-with-love-the-lost-art-of-letter-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"From me, with love: the lost art of letter writing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Three years ago, novelist Jon McGregor invited strangers to send him a letter in the post. Scribbled notes and love letters are still landing on the doormat…O<\/span>ur first letter was from Magnus Mills. It came in a plain brown envelope, and was handwritten on a plain sheet of white A4. \u201cDear J,\u201d it began. \u201cThanks for asking and I\u2019m really very flattered, but I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll be able to supply a handwritten letter.\u201d It went on to explain the ways his time was taken up with work or with thinking about work. It was thoughtful and well-written, and concluded with: \u201cTherefore, I\u2019m sorry but there\u2019ll be no letter.\u201d Uncertain whether the irony was deliberate (but assuming, coming from the author of the deadpan The Restraint Of Beasts, that it probably was), we went ahead and published his letter-that-wasn\u2019t-a-letter anyway.<\/p>\n

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The starting point for the Letters Page<\/a> was a simple one. I was taking up a job teaching creative writing at the University of Nottingham, and I wanted to encourage the students to think about writing in ways that didn\u2019t involve blank sheets of paper or screens. I wanted them to think about other people\u2019s writing before they started to think about their own, and decided that a good way of doing this would be to set up a literary journal and have the students produce it; reading the submissions, making selections, putting each issue together.<\/p>\n

But I wanted it to be a literary journal that could find an underhand way of being literary; to take the self-consciousness out of being literary. I\u2019ve always been interested in the kinds of writing people do when they don\u2019t think they\u2019re being asked To Write, and I\u2019d been thinking about letters as a form; wondering about the differences between letters-on-paper and emails, reflecting on my own letter-writing history, noticing the democracy of correspondence as a literary practice. So the idea was born.<\/p>\n

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I asked people to send us letters; real letters, written by hand and sent through the post. I sat in the office with my student assistants and waited for the letters to arrive. There was something exciting about sorting through the pile, letters from Canada and the US, from Spain and Germany and France, from Donegal and Dublin and Brighton and Tring. We set to work with the letter knives and started to read. I was hoping that they would, while still being framed as letters, take the form of stories, essays, poems, memoir, criticism. What actually happened was that almost everyone wrote about the nostalgic and rare pleasure of sitting down to write a letter at all.<\/p>\n

I grew up writing letters. They were a big part of making me the writer I am today, I think. As a child there were thank you letters, of course, ruining the long weeks after Christmases and birthdays. And postcards. Letters to the Beano, and Blue Peter, and \u2013 now tainted \u2013 letters to Jim\u2019ll Fix It. (I wanted to drive a combine harvester, thanks for asking.)<\/p>\n

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