As the play opened, I was worried that it was all going to be a series of monologues to the audience where they would read the letters and compose their response.  I feared they were going to talk TO the audience but never WITH us – – and this did happen for awhile – – monologues, albeit very enjoyable monologues.  But soon the characters became connected to each other on stage and their love of the written word was shared in front of us.

The most beautiful and moving part of this production was the art of letter writing – not with a computer, not texting, not social media – – nothing but a good old fashioned pen and paper.  Nothing can replace the art of laying ink on paper.  Nothing is more intimate.  Paper cannot simply be replaced by all things digital.  In one of the plays most successful moments, a character chooses to text someone rather than rely on a letter and the text was projected on the screen: “How are you?” “Fine, you?” “Fine.  What’s up” “Nothing, LOL.”  On and on the texting went and the audience howled in recognition of the true nonsense that we text every day.  

The play was very moving as we understood the connections that the letters forged and how simple letter writing changed everyone. Letters of Suresh was a very moving celebration of love and literacy.