The Correspondent
Virginia Evans, 2025
A woman in her seventies in Annapolis writes to a novelist she has never met: thank-you notes, refusals, invitations, and a whole life in the margins.
Virginia Evans
This was Evans's debut novel, published when she was in her seventies — the same decade as the woman whose letters fill it.
Feels like love and memory.
How much of a life gets folded into the description of a spare room.
Please keep in mind if you ever visit Annapolis, I’d be glad to host you. I have a small house, tucked away in a charming old neighborhood where the homes are well spaced and with massive old trees, you know. It faces the water on a point, and the upstairs is a nice big guest room with its own lavatory and a dormer window that looks toward the Severn River so you can see the boats and the large homes across the way and my garden, which I tend meticulously, there below the window. I live alone, and furthermore, I only ever go upstairs to clean after I’ve had company, so it’s completely private and I think you would be very comfortable there. Books by Virginia Evans
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