finally getting around to reading the Deptford Trilogy, Robertson Davies. I'm about 1/2 way thru book one. It's well written, except for the framing device. For me, when a guy sets out to write a letter and ends up literally writing a book, the idea that it's a letter ceases to work after about page 50.
Has any of you ever received a letter that was longer than 50 pages? Letters from lawyers, banks and insurance companies don't count. The longest letter I ever received from a real person was 9 pages of my sister's ribbony hand. One day she'd felt a need to explain her philosophy of life and to decorate it with ample loving expressions for everything else in the world, and especially for me. I read it 107 times, then taped it together to make an igloo, and I made little Eskimos out of hot glue, marshmallows and the haircut I'd given my husband that morning.