In J.K. Franko's postmodern romp from Texas and Miami to 13th-century France and Spain's Camino de Santiago, literature, language, and storytelling are serious business. A book club turns deadly; a story about an injured puppy has a horrific effect; a Scrabble obsession leads the narrator to crushing the SAT which leads to "college, a career, a life."
In Love Letters, it's difficult to know who holds the power. Is it the author? The critics? Or readers themselves? At once intellectually playful and emotionally serious, Love Letters stages an ongoing dialogue between writers, readers, critics, and fictional characters--gradually dissolving the boundaries separating them and asking: is literature merely language on a page, or an attempt by one consciousness to reach another across isolation and time?