“This is a book meant for lingering, like summer itself, unhurried, with time to spare.”—Maine Sunday Telegram
Nina MacLaughlin captures the essence of summer in this brilliant, beautiful, sensuous, loving meditation.
What is summer made of? The smell of cut grass behind the gasoline of a lawnmower. Ponds, lakes, and oceans. The first swim. A sunburn. A crown you’ve made of flowers. Blackberry bush prickers. Fat red tomatoes sliced thin and salted. First hot dog off the grill. Stargazing, spooning, and sleeping with the windows open. Two bodies, naked and entwined. Throbbing light from fireflies. Nina MacLaughlin’s long essay brims with a searching honesty and insight about what this season has meant in our pasts and what it might mean in our lives ahead.
“One can easily read this sensuous little book in an evening, or dawdle, as I’ve done… Why not stretch the pleasure as MacLaughlin writes of grill smoke and blackberries, of grass wet with morning dew?”
—Joan Silverman, Maine Sunday Telegram
“Nina MacLaughlin’s keepsake of summer illuminates the ephemeral moments and eternal moods of the season that’s always gone too soon, even as it lingers in memory—just like her lovely prose. ”
—James Mustich, 1,000 Books To Read Before You Die
PRAISE FOR MacLAUGHLIN’S Wake, Siren: Ovid Resung
“Nina MacLaughlin has done something audacious. She has invited the female characters in Ovid—daughter, mother, sister, wife, widow, queen, nymph, maenad, monster, even the blind seer Tiresias—to sing through her. Wake, Siren is a stunning and sustained performance, in language bold and lyrical, direct yet sensual, and loaded with natural beauty.”
Mary Norris, Greek to Me
“Vital, vivid, and angry.”
Kirkus, Starred Review
PRAISE FOR MacLAUGHLIN’S Hammer Head: The Making of a Carpenter
“MacLaughlin…is a master writer, with the rare combination of acute observation and astute word choice that characterizes writers like Annie Dillard or Joan Didion.”
The Boston Globe