Frances and
Bernard by Carlene Bauer
I love
epistolary novels (books that tell the story through compiled letters), and I
was hoping this book would be as amazing as two of my absolute favorites: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie
Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows and 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff (which are witty, warm,
delightful exchanges between lovers of books), but I was disappointed. The book
received rave reviews from so many readers, and so I expected great things. The
story traces the correspondence between Frances and Bernard, two aspiring book
writers with sharp intellects who become friends and eventually fall in love
through letters. Bernard is headstrong and impulsive, a deep feeler who is
given to bouts of mental trouble, while Frances is steady, logical, and a
committed Catholic who discovers that emotions and compassion make the next
logical step difficult to find. I enjoyed reading the letters at the beginning,
watching these writers connect over poetry, life stories, writing, religious
searches, and their own different temperaments, but as the book went on my
enjoyment waned. I guess I did not find enough beauty in the writing or story
to coat the tempests and dilemmas that consumed the ensuing letters. While it
was not what I expected, this book gives a glimpse into the complexity of relationships,
especially when one partner is needier than the other.
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