Holly Nadler

A Room of Their Own, Vineyard Retreats Helps Writers Develop

They come from all over the country, staying for one or two weeks or up to a full month. They explore Edgartown from their home base at the former Point Way Inn. Some of them work in their rooms, others find a nesting spot in one of the many elegant downstairs parlors. For dinner they might bring home scallops from the Net Result, ingredients for a pasta Siciliana, and share the meal pot-luck style in the formal dining room, which is two stories high and lit up like a stage set.

 

 

 

By HOLLY NADLER

It’s dress rehearsal for the fairies in I Do Believe in Fairies — Journey to Never Never Land, one of two student dance recitals set to dazzle this weekend (the other one is so out of this world, it’s titled Outer Space in 12 Movements).

A gaggle of four-year-olds in pink leotards, pink tutus and silver pre-Raphaelite headbands — the cuteness factor was off the charts! — sit on the lobby floor as helpful moms apply eye shadow, lipstick and blush.

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A yenta, in Jewish tradition, is a woman who without invitation meddles in other people’s business.

Merissa Nathan Gerson, 28, who grew up in Washington, D.C., and spent summers in Chilmark, (her mother is cookbook author Joan Nathan, her father Allan Gerson, an attorney), has launched a Web site and advice column called Ask Your Yenta.com, in the process single-handedly reinventing the role for the new generation.

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The Vineyard has long been a haven for artists. Heading into Memorial Day weekend, art gallery doors will be thrown open for the season, with paintings, sculpture, ceramics and other objects ready to meet their public. Most of the season’s formal shows await June or July start dates, but a handful of galleries have lined up events for this coming holiday weekend.

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HUNDRED-DAY HAUL: 27,000 Miles in 100 Days. By Chris Huff. Vitallight Press. 285 pages. Soft cover, $19.90.

M aybe you know Chris Huff because back in the 90s he mowed your lawn. Or because in that same party-hardy epoch, you and he knocked back some serious drinks at the Lamppost, the Rare Duck and the Ritz. Or you joined the throngs who donated, over the brand new World Wide Web, cash to fund the guy’s road trip throughout the 48 contiguous U.S. states, this madcap laying of rubber to take place in the last hundred days of 1999.

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The Martha’s Vineyard Preservation Society may think it owns the Flying Horses. And of course we’re glad the living history group is under that impression. Who among us wants to start our day with, “Honey, the Wurlitzer is broken, can you spray it with WD-40 and bang the pipes?” But yes, we do individually own the 125-plus-year-old carousel. It nestles in our memories and is tucked into our hearts.

And now it’s spring again and the merry-go-round is open on weekends. Over Easter it cranked out its first ride and organ standard.

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