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The island’s not real, but it feels that way
We know as much as we know about the history of Maine islands thanks in large part to Charles McLane and his wife, the late Carol Evarts McLane. The couple devoted more than 20 years to researching and writing their monumental and invaluable four-volume study of the archipelago that stretches from the Kennebec River to
“Waddy”: Charles E. Wadsworth (1917-2002)
The painter, poet and printmaker Charles Wadsworth (1917-2002) began coming to Great Cranberry Island with his wife, the writer Jean Howard, in the mid-1940s. He was the first artist to take up residence on the island after the war. “Waddy,” as his family and friends affectionately called him, became an island fixture. Nearly every summer,
John Wulp
John Wulp: A man of many resurrections Introduction by John Guare New Canaan, CT: CommonPlace Publishing, 2003 “Looking back now, I often feel that instead of living my life, I survived it.” So writes North Haven islander John Wulp in the autobiographical essay that is the central text of this handsome monograph devoted to his
The Wooden Nickel
Boston: Little, Brown and Company 346 pp., hardback $23.95. A world of questionable coastal transactions The cover of William Carpenter’s second novel is a bit deceptive. In one of photographer Peter Ralston’s signature Maine coast seascapes, a lobsterboat motors across flat water, trailing a wake of seagulls. It’s a finest kind of day, the sky,
Rediscovering S.P. Rolt Triscott, Monhegan Artist and Photographer
Foreword by Edward Deci Gardiner, Maine: Tilbury House Publishers 196 pp., $30, softcover A neat representational style that loosened up If memory serves, I first came across a Triscott watercolor in the dining room of the Trailing Yew bed and breakfast on my first visit to Monhegan Island about ten years ago. I recall being
The Time of My Life
“Emily Muir is familiar with the scene and people of ‘Small Potatoes’ from the twenty summers which she has spent in Maine. She has painted its landscape in oils and water colors, and now in words.” So reads the inside flap of the dust cover of Emily Muir’s first and only novel, Small Potatoes, published