![]() Perhaps it was the pandemic-induced isolation coupled with the sun setting at four in the afternoon. My idea of a good time was going to a Moby-Dick marathon at the Whaling Museum, staying up late into the night listening to community members read aloud from Melville’s masterpiece under a whale skeleton suspended from the ceiling. ![]() Up until that point, most of my reading about the island I’ve called home for eight years was confined to the classics. It was 28 Summers, Hilderbrand’s take on the 1978 film Same Time Next Year, in which a city-dwelling man and a woman who lives in a simple beach cottage on Nantucket begin a torrid love affair that lasts for-you guessed it-28 summers. I read my first Elin Hilderbrand novel on a cold January day two years ago. Our second greatest export is signed copies of Elin Hilderbrand’s beachy novels: more than 5,000 copies of The Hotel Nantucket were shipped to readers from the island’s independent bookstore, Mitchell’s Book Corner, this past June. Today, the island’s primary export is middle- and lower-income families who can no longer afford to live here. In the first half of the 20th century, writers like Nathaniel Benchley, Tennessee Williams, Carson McCullers, John Steinbeck, and the Gilbreth family all found inspiration in summer homes 30 miles out to sea. Nantucket Island was once the whale oil capital of the world. ![]()
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