Holly Nadler

A Room of Their Own, Vineyard Retreats Helps Writers Develop

Holly Nadler |

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.

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Joyce Maxner

What Recession? Islanders Find Wise Ways to Weather the Storm

Holly Nadler

A fifth-generation Islander, Joe Santos (name changed at subject’s request), disdains the little luxuries that most of us consider necessities — no flashy furniture to supplement the La-Z-Boy facing his TV set, no scented soaps or sushi — but he does, in many ways, live like a millionaire.

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Shakespeare’s Shrew Swaggers Into Woods by Lake Tashmoo

Holly Nadler

If all the feminists in all the play-going world could vote to remove one production from the lists, it would probably be unanimous to expunge Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew. Oh, some regrets would ensue: We would rue the loss of such lines as, “I’ve come to wive it wealthily in Padua. If wealthily then happily in Padua.” And it’s a hilarious plot point that the reigning town fat cat, Baptista, insists on marrying off his over-the-top nasty daughter, Katharina, before her sweet kid sister, Bianca, can have her pick of swooning swains.

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Jill Macy

Lillian Hellman Is Back on Stage, This Time as Vicious Character

Holly Nadler

Anyone who spent any time on the Vineyard before 1984, the year Lillian Hellman died (she was born in 1905), has a story to tell about the writer’s mean-spiritedness, from the number of nurses’ aides she fired in a single week, to her scowl at the Helio’s waitress who complimented Ms. Hellman on her mayonnaise, to the slightly ghastly sight of her shuffling down Main street, Vineyard Haven, leaning on the arm of a white-uniformed caregiver, a cigarette dangling from the famous writer’s grimacing lips.

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Robert Walsh and Mayra Lowry

Walking the Volcano at the Playhouse

Holly Nadler

It’s the sixties in the highest arc of the go go era. A boy and a girl meet in the lavatory of a 727. They’re there to flirt and to bargain. He, a self-described Fulbright scholar “gone bad,” needs her to sneak anesthetized birds sealed in hair rollers past customs. Also narcotized poisonous snakes, small ones, sewn into the lining of a lady’s undergarment.

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Jonah

Now Showing: Summer of ’42 Brings Nostalgia to Island Stage

Holly Nadler

The island could be any island. Anyone with connections to an island — such as those of us who live on or visit Martha’s Vineyard — will think it’s their island. The year is 1942, and although there’s a major war going on and hairstyles and clothes are vintage to our modern sensibilities, the scene of three teen males (provenance Brooklyn, Yonkers and New Jersey) slapping hands at the pier for the start of another season is interchangeable from the scene of all teen males regrouping at the start of all the summers in time.

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