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Lädt ... The Salt House: A Summer on the Dunes of Cape Cod (1999. Auflage)von Cynthia Huntington
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The Salt House is a beautifully observed and written memoir of a long summer's stay on the back shore of Cape Cod. Each chapter is like a prose poem, shedding increasing light on the challenge of finding "home" without the illusion of permanence, a quest based not on ownership but on affinity and familiarity with an area and its people. Cynthia Huntington expands her theme through images of the landscape, the shack, the new marriage. The shack, named "Euphoria," is built as a house set on stilts above the sand, to take the wind under it. Only a partial shelter, it is inhabited for only one season a year, yet it endures. The outer cape has the feel of a place for migrants and drifters -- for birds and other wildlife, and for people such as artists, fishermen, and coast guardsmen. A place where "year-round" often means several addresses. Similarly, her narrative describes improvised, fragile beginnings: a new marriage, learning to be at home in the world, becoming intimate with the natural world, without the necessity of settling down. The Salt House shares a world that is less natural history or memoir than it is neighborhood exploration -- the process of learning a place and becoming native to it. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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The Salt House of the title was one of the dune shacks on the Atlantic shore of Cape Cod, north of Provincetown. I don’t know if it’s still standing. It offered no more than rudimentary shelter: an 8x12-foot room on stilts, fresh water from a pump downhill, and an outhouse. The rain came through cracks, and fierce winds divided to pass under and over the house. For three years, Huntington and her newlywed husband moved in each spring and returned to town in the early fall.
This stripped-down life encouraged them to spend more time outside than in, attuned to tides, birds, and fish in a way that usually escapes me unless I stop and focus. One nearby shack dweller brought a generator and a television, but Huntington and her partner had the Milky Way to watch after dark.
The book’s underlying theme is the question of what we mean when we call someplace home. The author had no deed; the lease was a handshake. She makes it clear that there is no permanence in life, or even in the universe, for that matter. There are only different forms of transience.
But oh, how beautiful while it lasts. ( )