Review of The Correspondent by Virginia Evans
The Correspondent is the quietly powerful first (published) novel of Virginia Evans. With a low-key book title and a letter-writing septuagenarian as the central character, you’d be forgiven for not expecting a gripping page-turner of a novel. The entire book is a series of correspondence between fiercely independent Sybil Van Antwerp and others – family, friends, a neighbour, a troubled teen, a refugee, various authors and institutions, to mention a few. I was surprised at how quickly I was drawn into Sybil’s life, past and present, through the letters she writes and receives.
Handwritten letters are now largely a relic of the past, but for Sybil, they always provided scaffolding in her life, from childhood into adulthood, and still support her in her senior years. She eschews phones and uses email reluctantly, dreading the fast-approaching time when her failing eyesight will put an end to her penmanship.
Letter by letter, Sybil’s life unfolds, and we learn about her origins and upbringing, her career, marriage and motherhood, her fears, and the family tragedy that left an indelible mark on her and those closest to her. Her deepest and most vulnerable thoughts are laid out in an ongoing, unmailed letter. As the book progresses, we see Sybil starting to break out of her writing cocoon to connect personally with some of the people she initially interacted with from a distance and eventually trying to rebuild damaged relationships.
Beautifully written, with gentle touches of humour, The Correspondent flows easily from beginning to end. It is well worth a read and, if you have a lazy Sunday coming up, you may find yourself doing so cover to cover in a day.


























