Tollund Man

I've just started reading "Meet Me at the Museum" by Anne Youngson, which has been serialised this month on BBC Radio Four. Although not a 'brand-new' book, it is new to me: I was much moved by the radio dramatisation of it and I thought I should read the original. It is an epistolary novel consisting of the correspondence between a housewife in England and a Danish museum curator who are connected by a book written by a deceased professor of Archaeology and its subject, The Tollund Man.

It is a deeply profound and touching reflection on ageing, isolation and platonic, intellectual love. I really do urge anyone to either a) listen to the radio version on catchup, b) buy the book; or preferably c) both of the above - and I think, as is often the case, the dramatised hearing is a good hook into the written form. So far the book itself is bearing its fruit both admirably and poignantly. Check it out: I won't put a spoiler out, as its story arc is exactly that of any relationship conducted at a distance in letter form, and deserves likewise discovery, one epistle at a time. Life is sometimes better consumed that way.