{"id":164965,"date":"2023-07-21T11:00:41","date_gmt":"2023-07-21T15:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=164965"},"modified":"2023-07-21T11:13:01","modified_gmt":"2023-07-21T15:13:01","slug":"lost-letters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2023\/07\/21\/lost-letters\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost Letters"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_164966\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-164966\" class=\"wp-image-164966 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/sachet-am-674192-2-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-164966\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and Auckland Museum. Licensed under <a href=\"https:\/\/commons.m.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:Sachet_(AM_674192-2).jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">COO 4.0<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/fiction\/7995\/the-letter-caleb-crain\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">story<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> in the Summer issue of the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">starts with a character receiving a letter from a boyfriend of twenty-five years ago, and one of the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2019s editors, in search of recommendations for this column, asked if I\u2019d like to write about a piece of epistolary fiction that inspired me. I was pretty sure there wasn\u2019t a particular inspiration, is the thing, and when the editor\u2019s email arrived, I had a flu and a few degrees of fever, so I put her request aside and got back on my sofa and under my blanket, returning to <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Demon Lover and Other Stories<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, which Elizabeth Bowen wrote during World War II. My husband gave me the book more than a decade ago, and for some reason, it was finally calling out to be read.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The first stories in the book are sketches of Londoners dislodged from their identities by aerial bombings. A recent <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">New Yorker<\/span><\/i> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2023\/05\/22\/lucy-easthope-profile-disaster-response\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">article<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> about disaster care describes the small items of function and decoration in people\u2019s lives\u2014pencil sharpener, teakettle, photo in a frame\u2014as the \u201cfurniture of self,\u201d and many of Bowen\u2019s characters find themselves feeling uncanny and disenchanted after the loss of items that once made up their context and setting. In the middle stories, Bowen goes at the problem from the other end, writing about people unsettled by the unexpected <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">return<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> of things that once gave them context. A woman inherits a skeleton clock that she is told she cared for passionately as a child but has no memory of. Another woman, in a nightclub on a boozy date, hears a dance tune that her father used to try to sing. And in the title story, \u201cThe Demon Lover,\u201d a third woman, returning to her bomb-cracked, boarded-up house to rescue a few items, finds a letter from the man she was engaged to during World War I\u2014twenty-five years prior.\u00a0<\/span><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The coincidental resonance\/overlap with my own short story was eerie. Maybe I had read this story before and repressed it, the way Bowen\u2019s heroine represses the memory of her skeleton clock? I don\u2019t think so, though I\u2019m at the age where that can\u2019t be ruled out. Maybe twenty-five years is just a resonant interval, for me as well as for Bowen\u2014it\u2019s the time it takes for youth to turn into middle age. It\u2019s also roughly the gap between World War I and II, which may be why it reappears in story after story of hers. As the reader advances through the collection, her stories turn out\u2014more and more explicitly\u2014to be ghost stories. A woman two-timing her husband starts to feel \u201cdisliked\u201d by a presence in her bedroom. In perhaps the most beautiful story, \u201cThe Happy Autumn Fields,\u201d a woman dozing in a bomb-shattered building dreams of having been another person altogether, in another century, and can\u2019t shake the sense that her dreamed self is her <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">real <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">one.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In a postscript to the collection, Bowen writes about why the past seemed more vivid during World War II\u2014why it haunted the present\u2014and her language is weirdly evocative of what it felt like to live through <small>COVID<\/small>. \u201cIn war-time many people had strange deep intense dreams,\u201d she writes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I do not think that the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">desiccation<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, by war, of our day-to-day lives can be enough stressed. The outsize World War news was stupefying: headlines and broadcasts came down and down on us in hammerlike chops, with great impact but, oddly, little reverberation. The simple way to put it was: \u201cOne cannot take things in.\u201d \u2026 All this pressure drove egotism underground, or made it whiten like grass under a stone. And self-expression in small ways stopped\u2014the small ways had been so very small that we had not realized how much they amounted to. Planning fun, going places, choosing and buying things, dressing yourself up, and so on. All that stopped. You used to know what you were like from the things you liked, and chose. Now there was not what you liked, and you did not choose. Any little remaining choices and pleasures shot into new proportion and new value: people paid big money for little bunches of flowers.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I didn\u2019t think this latest short story of mine was about <small>COVID<\/small>, but during the pandemic I was often reminded of the <small>AIDS<\/small> epidemic in the days before highly active antiretroviral therapy, which I lived through a bit more than twenty-five years ago. Maybe it is the case that, like Bowen, I was feeling a little haunted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Caleb Crain is the author of<\/em> Necessary Errors <em>and<\/em> Overthrow. <em>His story &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/fiction\/7995\/the-letter-caleb-crain\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Letter<\/a>&#8221; appears in our Summer issue.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe coincidental resonance\/overlap with my own short story was 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