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I read a lovely book this past summer, which I had picked up the Festival of Faith and Writing. Entitled Frances and Bernard, this epistolary novel written by Carlene Bauer is painfully human. It is tender and heartbreaking, realistic as much as it is romantic. Frances and Bernard meet at a writer’s colony, and they begin a correspondence, which later becomes a love affair. Frances, however, decides against marrying Bernard, realizing she cannot support his mental instability (manic seasons followed by depression requiring hospitalization). Or, perhaps it’s truer to say, her art cannot support it.