Set in Maine

In anticipation of spending a summer on an island off the coast of Maine, I apparently bookmarked a site that had a category “Fiction Set in Maine.”  I just found the bookmark today while looking for something else.  Who knew you could simply Bing the words “fiction set in (wherever)” and you’d get a comprehensive booklist.

Why would you look for such a list?  Well in my case it was a romantic notion; something to motivate me to find the rental of my dreams and have the summer of my life, painting, exploring, and eating lobster – all the things one might imagine doing on an island in the north Atlantic.  I found many of my reads written by women.  Several were about women living alone; some looking for and finding love, while others were content to stay independent, or change careers.  I remember several protagonists challenging their own frailties, and others just finding the strength within to live lives many men would shy from.

My morning walk.

While on the island I met a cousin of Linda Greenlaw (fisher/lobsterwoman, sea captain, and hysterically funny author of The Lobster Chronicles.  She also wrote The Hungry Ocean.)   This cousin shares more than DNA with her affection for the ocean and adventure, running a Women-Only sailing academy on Bailey Island, and then returning to St. Augustine in the summer.  I have a goal to get back to Maine again and take that week-long class.  Her card is still in my wallet.

If there is a region, or a country, or an island, that so intrigues you to the point you desire to immerse yourself into its history, both real and fictional, try a similar search and then look for reviews on the ones that piqued your interest.  Before you know it, you’ll feel like you’re in familiar surroundings with each new book you read.  And then go there…

My recommendations:

The Secret Life of Lobsters, Trevor Corson
The Lobster Chronicles, Linda Greenlaw
The Cider House Rules, John Irving
Empire Falls, Richard Russo
Lost and Found, Jacqueline Sheehan
That Camden Summer, LaVyrle Spencer
The Beans of Egypt, Maine, Carolyn Chute
A Year By The Sea, Joan Anderson (Not quite Maine, but close enough)
 
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About Patsye

I am an older woman and artist. I love to craft. I love to sew and knit and crochet and needlepoint. I love to paint and draw and make art with my hands. Being creative is what gets me up in the morning. Art is my tea, my fresh air, my good book, and my cats all rolled into one. I have much to share and hope you'll visit often.
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5 Responses to Set in Maine

  1. I’ve been wanting to read “The Cider House Rules” for awhile now. You’ve just inspired me to move it up on my want to read list!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Never been to Maine, but my mother’s family is from there, so I’ve always been fascinated with the stories of farms, snow, and islands. I love stories of independent women, like The Lobster Chronicles.

  3. cubbyholes says:

    Maine…ya can’t get there from here… lol.
    Maine…where dates are cheap ‘specially if ya have a sheep…

    I ramble… there is a radio station that does “Townie Tunes” and they have the “men from maine” who do parodies of life in Maine. Very funny stuff. 😉
    Anyway, enjoy your vacation in Maine. It’s a beautiful place. Maybe I should do a search for books from Alaska. The only place I really ever wanted to make a special trip to. I’m not a traveler so that’s as exotic as I get. lol

  4. Katharine says:

    Ah, Maine! The place where my husband and I honeymooned many years ago.
    When you do get back to Maine again, let me know, and we’ll meet. It’s not that far from where I live. Your photo is evocative!

  5. Chris says:

    Thank you for this idea. . . I have recently been recommended your blog, and from it I took away AHAB’S WIFE (among many other impressions and gratitudes), which I’m relishing (even though it’s a Kindle version and it turns out I don’t give up the feel of a book easily) and, while sitting fireside, at one crucial point in the novel, burst into tears over: a good overspilling, though. And so, thank you, too, for bringing me to the richness of this 19th century world and the wonder of language (and the strength of women) yet again.

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