Epistolary novel – is it dead or alive?

#guestpost written by Laolu Ogundele The act of writing itself is like an act of love. There is contact. There is exchange too. We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page, or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping, the ink merely giving them color. Georges Rodenbach Some of my best middle school memories involve passing secret notes to...