It's surprisingly delightful to get a card or a letter in the post, right from the first few moments when you pick it up and try to guess who it's from. I also got a card 'from' my two newborn nephews who live in Switzerland, with photos and a message that read, in part: "We are very proud to have such a creative and intelligent aunt." If they continue to write in such terms, I shall be looking forward to hearing from them often over the years. The boys are my brother's sons and it's strange how I seem to recognise them, though I haven't yet met them, the way I recognised my daughter when she was born.
I also signed up for Stephen Elliott's emails, on the advice of Jonathan Main at the Bookseller Crow. I subscribe to dozens of blogs, including the Rumpus, the site that SE edits, but JM told me I should go for the emails. I have had four of them so far - one a day since signing up. They are extraordinary because they are so personal and detailed. I don't know how he gets any other writing done. I don't know how he manages to get the tone right. He writes as though we are old friends. Reading them, I feel like an amnesiac character in a literary mystery - I must know Stephen but who is S? What happened with the ex-fiancee?
If the closest I'm ever going to get to being Sophie Calle is sitting in my dressing gown in my house in Brixton, reading emails from New York from a writer I don't know, I'm happy with that. I wrote to Stephen last night to tell him how much I was enjoying his emails, and he wrote straight back to say thank you, which was nice of him. I haven't read his books yet but I will get them.
I have been thinking that I need to stay away from the internet to try and get more writing done, but I got the card from Scott because I know him from Twitter, and I got the emails from Stephen because I signed up for them online, and both have brightened my days. I think I just need to be more selective about what I read.
A while ago, like everyone else I know, I started reading a selection of newspapers every day online. But I'm going to try and avoid them - the comments underneath the articles are generally so imbecilic, even nasty, that they upset me. I'm also going to stop reading the customer reviews on my books for the same reason. Whenever I have come across actors or writers who say they don't read their reviews, I have found it difficult to believe them. But at some point, you have to stop looking. Reviews from professional critics are generally helpful but too many customer 'reviews' on Amazon, or IMDB or other forums, are anonymous and abusive, and they are not helpful at all.
I used to write long emails to friends every week, and call them often. I stopped a few years ago but I'm not really sure why - Facebook? Blogging? Texting? No good news to share? I have so enjoyed this recent correspondence from real people (even those that I haven't met in real life) that it has made me realise I need to avoid anonymous people and call my friends more often, or write to them. Why don't you do the same? Let's share the love.









