Dear Miss Rennels I knew Clare Kendry a long time ago. She was as beautiful as she was radiant. She could charm a killer into becoming a priest. There is a lot you don’t know about her. She wasn’t just passing… she was pushing. She was pushing to see how far she could go! You… View More

I can’t stop thinking about John. I wonder if he would hurt me if I found out I’m black. I bet he would. He’d certainly kill Clare… maybe I should tell him! Wouldn’t that be something if I did… I can’t even imagine how he’d react. To be a fly on the wall!! That his… View More

Dear Mrs. Rennels, I wouldn’t normally read that liberal rag you write for but since it was lying in the back seat of a taxi I took this morning, I passed a little time looking through it and came across your book review. I want to thank you for writing that review. It’s a book… View More

She’s so beautiful. I wish I were as pretty as she. I think about it a lot. She has everything. I’d be so happy to have as much as she does, and not seem to care about any of it too… But I know she does. She’d be lost without her privilege. I think that’s… View More

I cannot believe Brian brought up Brazil again! My rage! I know he is going to leave. I just know he will leave me. I don’t care if he takes the boys, but how will I get by? I don’t want him to leave me but he is so intent on Brazil. I tried to… View More

Oh. I snapped at Brian again. Damn Clare. I’m just so sure he is planning on leaving for Brazil. Without me. He’ll find someone. That’s why I don’t want Clare running around here. She catches every man’s eye. Surely, Brian would find her prettier than me. She is. She is so pretty… such a light… View More

My name is Mary Rennells, and even though I don’t know you personally, I think that my name might have come to your attention as I have published a review about “Passing” in the New York Telegram a few weeks ago. The fact that it took me so long to finally write this letter to… View More

Things have not improved, at all. Irene’s frustrations with that Clare Bellew haven’t simmered in the slightest. In fact, they are more rampant than ever. Every time Clare comes up Rene spirals into what seems to be an extensive inner monologue with a strong sense of inner turmoil. What is she so conflicted about? I know… View More

Clare gets a kick out of my nickname for her, Nig. I know I can be funny like that with her–She’s such a good sport. But mixing the races, it’s no laughing matter. I know we can’t change the past, and there are plenty of colored folks out there who try to pass for white… View More

So many read my text and feel frustrated and confused by the relationship between Clare and Irene; Ms. Mary Rennells seems to think that I don’t do enough to solve them. We often give this responsibility to authors, but I will not accept it as mine. Are there many people who can conclude with certainty… View More