I faced Norman Mailer every day in Provincetown. It couldn’t be helped. My favored place to write at the Writers Colony was sitting at the Mailer dining room table, directly opposite Joel Meyerowitz’s photographic portrait of Norman. He reminded me to get back to work. Sometimes, it was difficult.
Light on the water, sun rising from east to west in an arc over the Cape Cod Bay, chatting gulls, dunes in winter, harsh winter light, sounds of waves hitting the steps of the deck at high tide, ducks bobbing in the water, weathered New England homes, smells of wood burning fireplaces, the beauty and the isolation . . .
Norman Mailer loved Provincetown. Now, I know why. I wanted to bring all of it back to my Manhattan apartment.