I used to love writing letters. When I was in high school, I flipped through the pages of People Magazine and found my favourite column – the pen pal section. I was not as dedicated to making new friends as I initially thought, but the thrill of receiving a letter in the mail was always a highly intoxicating feeling. I get the same jolt of happiness when I read a really good book. When I went to high school and university I wrote letters to my friends and to my mother, silly little ramblings about my day. I also wrote letters to my boyfriend at the time, now my husband, but he didn’t like writing back so much. Then technology happened, and now I hardly write any letters at all.
Dear Juliet is not a fan page, nor is it fan fiction or in any ways trying to add to the perfect story of one exquisite novel, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.
It is instead an exercise in writing an epistolary narrative (thank you to Aubrey Paton from the Sunday Times in South Africa for introducing me to the form).
Juliet is not a real person, and the events described in these letters might be inspired by real life but they are, assuredly, fiction. Any resemblance to real events is entirely coincidental.
Since I am experimenting with the form, I reserve the right to be flexible, to change the narrative as I see fit, to play with voice, setting and characters.
I can’t wait to get started.
Annetjie van Wynegaard
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