Tea and Letters at Book Culture

On October 20, which was National Day on Writing, Book Culture hosted Tea and Letters, hoping to encourage a letter-writing renaissance. A framed statement on their letter writing station spells it out: “Letter writing takes time, patience and sentiment… When not limited to 140 characters, a letter writer is able to bare their soul, an intimacy we feel is important in the time of ‘likes’ and ‘hyperlinks.’"

Earlier this year I received an eight-page letter from an old friend, who is a musician and artist now living in Ireland. In it, he expressed such richness of experience and depth of feeling, that I wondered how I could adequately respond. It says a lot about the frenetic pace of our lives that it took months for me to sit down and write a response. Observing others writing letters around me made it easier.

Sitting around the table holding our Book Culture pens, we laughed about how we had become so accustomed to typing that our handwritten words were coming out slightly illegible at times. 

Beside me, Nancy was writing to her friend, Andrea, in Palo Alto.

“I miss her so much,” she said.

Julia, a music student at Juilliard, wrote a letter to her boyfriend in Chicago.

Her friend, Patrick, also at Juilliard, was writing a letter to a friend in France whom he met while studying in Morocco. One of his pages was in Arabic.

As well as Tea and Letters, there was cake and fruit and cookies and even cucumber sandwiches. Book Culture also provided free stationery at their Letter Writing Station, which will now be a permanent fixture at the store. Book Culture also provided postage, including for international letters. 

The future recipient of my letter once said to me, “You’ll get there just as fast by donkey.”  I understood the wisdom in what he said, because with all of our rushing around, are we really getting anywhere we want to be any faster? 

It was gratifying to take a moment to compose a personal message to someone who had taken the time to express himself to me in such a poetic way.  And I could tell by the focus of those around me, that plenty of people still want to connect in a more personal way than texting and emailing.

On Saturday, October 26th, at 11 am Book Culture on Broadway will host a family-oriented version of this event, where children can write letters to whomever they wish.  If this Sunday’s event is anything to go by, it will be a perfect environment for kids to write their letters to friends and family. And I’m sure the recipients will be grateful to Book Culture for helping to keep the art of letter writing alive.

Lost Connections

Does anyone know Ian from Windsor who met Meg at Bestival in the Isle of Wight during Elton John’s set? Meg wants to find Ian and the ring she put in his pocket and somehow she thinks I can help.

Have you ever met someone who fascinated you and never seen them again? Stories of lost connections fascinate me, especially when people find each other at the end. Meg contacted me through my blog and told me about some lost items including cash, a visa debit card, a ring (“of huge sentimental value”) and a young man named Ian.

Meg on the right "the original calamity Jane, Pandora, Miss congeniality etc"

As Meg tells it, “During Elton's (fantastic, by the way) set at Bestival, an American girl tapped me on the shoulder, trying to get me together with her friend… I laughed it off but he was so very polite when he asked me to dance to Candle In The Wind that I said yes.”

the elusive Ian

Ian was 6’2, “beefy,” and possibly “the only true gent at Bestival.” As Meg said, “What's a girl to do?”

 

 

 

 

The new friends danced together through the set. Then Ian and some others gallantly laid their coats on the rain-dampened ground for the group to sit on. While they ate together and enjoyed each other’s company, Meg put her valuables away.  She is usually very careful but “distracted by hunger/tiredness/rain/noise/OH MY LIFE I JUST SAW ELTON JOHN! I put my handful of things into the pocket of the coat I was sitting on, NOT the coat I was wearing! So this Ian has my stuff!”

A sudden downpour caused the group to disperse without exchanging numbers or checking their pockets.

“Everyone is trying to make this the love story of the century,” wrote Meg- “which is sweet and a lovely idea but I don't wanna freak this poor guy out- I just NEED my ring back!”

“This is just a simple story of lost and found," Meg continued, "or maybe something more... this could be my only link to the stranger I fell for and my ring.”

Meg’s only concern is that he may have been a bit tipsy and had a lapse of memory.  Thus far there has been no sign of Ian, so once again:

Does anyone know Ian from Windsor who met Meg at the Bestival in the Isle of Wight during Elton John’s set?