Truro, Cape Cod
The tenant arrived out of nowhere like some odd migratory bird blown off course, alighting briefly on this small, wind-swept spit of land, and then disappeared as mysteriously as she had come.
The woods along the Pamet are full of ghosts. The journal Isabel leaves behind is a record of Truro after the summer people have gone: the turn of leaves, the first snow, hunters, bearded men in winter lairs, of the enchantress Deirdre and mooncussers, a brutal invasion of the sea; the kindness of the descendants of pilgrims who first settled there. Her elusive landlord. It is a record of dunes and sea, of love and loss. Isabel’s fragile and lovely ode to life.
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Elizabeth C. Ward 