Ernie's Ark

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The paper mill looms up from the riverbank in Abbott Falls, Maine, a town once drenched with ordinary hopes and dreams, now praying for a small drop of good fortune. Ernie Whitten, a pipe fitter, was three weeks away from a pension-secured retirement when the union went on strike eight months ago. Now his wife Marie is ill. Struck with sudden inspiration, Ernie builds a giant ark in his backyard. It is a work of art for his wife; a vessel to carry them both away; or a plea for God to spare Marie, come hell or ...

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Overview

The paper mill looms up from the riverbank in Abbott Falls, Maine, a town once drenched with ordinary hopes and dreams, now praying for a small drop of good fortune. Ernie Whitten, a pipe fitter, was three weeks away from a pension-secured retirement when the union went on strike eight months ago. Now his wife Marie is ill. Struck with sudden inspiration, Ernie builds a giant ark in his backyard. It is a work of art for his wife; a vessel to carry them both away; or a plea for God to spare Marie, come hell or high water. As the ark takes shape, the rest of the town carries on. There’s Dan Little, a building-code enforcer who comes to fine Ernie for the ark and makes a significant discovery about himself; Francine Love, a precocious thirteen-year-old who longs to be a part of the family-like world of the union workers; and Atlantic Pulp & Paper CEO Henry John McCoy, an impatient man wearily determined to be a good father to his twenty-six-year-old daughter. The people of Abbott Falls will try their best to hold a community together, against the fiercest of odds. . . .

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“A MASTERPIECE . . . WOOD’S STORIES [ARE] FILLED WITH HOPE AND LIGHT.”
Titan magazine

“Characters alternate between major and minor roles like players in a Robert Altman film. . . . Wood handles each voice with such grace that she disappears inside it right away. Her prose is careful yet still quivers. . . . Like an honest day’s work, it is both simple and more than enough.”
San Francisco Chronicle

“The loving character portraits that form [these] stories help us understand not only the people of Maine but also the human condition.”
The Boston Globe

“QUIETLY WONDERFUL FICTION . . .
Wood does a splendid job of building a whole out of these parts. Each story can easily stand alone, yet every new one contains an object or memory we’ve seen in a previous story, usually from another perspective. The overall effect is one of panorama, the sense that though we haven’t met everyone in Abbott Falls, we’ve cast a good long glance at the range of hopes and heartaches the town contains.”
The Cleveland Plain Dealer

“A collection of unforeseen awakening and unconditional love . . . It’s clear that this Maine author has plenty of talent to share with the world.”
Maine Sunday Telegram

Ernie’s Ark, a series of nine interlinked short stories, contains all the depth and range of emotions that a full-length novel enjoys. . . . [Wood’s] strength is her ability to create clear and sympathetic voices for each of her many characters. By the time you finish reading Ernie’s Ark, you will have a whole chorus of voices in your head, each echoing the rhythms of small-town life.”
Titan magazine

“An eight-month strike at the paper mill has shivered apart Abbott Falls as neatly as though it were a chunk of mica; in her stories, Wood takes these fragments and holds them up to the light, revealing a world at once self-contained and wonderfully complex. . . . A fine collection by an author whose writing continues to grow with each published work.”
Down East magazine
“Wood’s gift as a writer is to invest her short stories with real emotion . . . [She] uses deceptively simple language and an obvious sympathy for her characters to keep the tale triumphantly afloat.”
–Casco Bay Weekly

“Wood does a remarkable job of illuminating the characters’ inner lives–from disgruntled union workers to a flower store owner in a troubled marriage–skillfully layering their brief but complex stories with humor, empathy, and melancholy.”
Publishers Weekly

“Touching . . . These quirky stories reaffirm faith in human resilience.”
Booklist

Publishers Weekly
Nine linked stories revolve around a beleaguered Maine paper-mill town in Ernie's Ark. Ernie Whitten is laid off three weeks before his retirement and constructs an ark in his backyard as a tribute to his dying wife, Marie. The CEO of the company that owns the mill takes a road trip with his estranged daughter and the results are both hilarious and harrowing. Monica Wood (My Only Story) does a remarkable job of illuminating the characters' inner lives"from disgruntled union workers to a flower store owner in a troubled marriage"skillfully layering their brief but complex stories with humor, empathy and melancholy.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345477163
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/2004
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 622,157
  • Product dimensions: 5.44 (w) x 8.21 (h) x 0.59 (d)

Meet the Author

Monica Wood is the author of the novels My Only Story (0-8118-2714-3) and Secret Language. Her fiction has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies and has been awarded a Pushcart Prize. She lives in Maine.

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Ernie’s Ark

Ernie Whitten was an angry man. He felt his anger as something apart from him, like an urn of water balanced on his head, a precarious weight that affected his gait, the set of his shoulders, his willingness to move through a crowd. He was angry at the melon-faced CEO from New York City who had forced a strike in a paper mill all the way up in Maine—a decision made, Ernie was sure, in that fancy restaurant atop the World Trade Center where Ernie had taken his wife, Marie, for their forty-fifth wedding anniversary last winter, another season, another life. Every Thursday as he stood in line at Manpower Services to wait for his unemployment check he thought of that jelly-assed CEO—Henry John McCoy, with his parted blond hair—yucking it up at a table laid out in bleached linen and phony silver, figuring out all the ways he could cut a man off at the knees three weeks before retirement.

Oh, yes, he was angry. At the deadbeats and no-accounts who stood in line with him: the Davis boy, who couldn’t look a man in the eye; the Shelton girl, with hair dyed so bright you could light a match on her ponytail. There were others in line—millwrights and tinsmiths and machine tenders whose years and labor had added up to a puff of air—but he couldn’t bear to look at them, so he reserved his livid stare for the people in line who least resembled himself.

He was angry at the kids from Broad Street who cut through his yard on their dirt bikes day after day, leaving moats of mud through the flowery back lawn Marie had sprinkled a season ago with Meadow-in-a-Can. He was angry with the police department, who didn’t give a hoot about Marie’s wrecked grass. He’d even tried city hall, where an overpaid blowhard, whose uncle had worked beside Ernie nineteen years ago on the Number Five, had all but laughed in his face.

When he arrived at the hospital after collecting his weekly check, Marie was being bathed by a teenaged orderly. He had seen his wife in all manner of undress over the years, yet it filled him with shame to observe the yellow hospital sponge applied to her diminishing body by a uniformed kid who was younger than their only grandchild. He went to the lobby to wait, picking up a newspaper from among the litter of magazines.

It was some sort of city weekly, filled with mean political cartoons and smug picture captions fashioned to embarrass the President, but it had a separate section on the arts, Marie’s favorite subject. She had dozens of coffee-table books stowed in her sewing room, and their house was filled with framed prints of strange objects—melted watches and spent shoelaces and sad, deserted diners—that he never liked but had nonetheless come to think of as old friends. He had never known her to miss a Community Concert or an exhibit at the library where she had worked three days a week since she was eighteen; every Sunday of their married life, Ernie had brought in the paper, laid it on the kitchen table, and fished out the arts section to put next to Marie’s coffee cup.

The weekly was printed on dirty newsprint—paper from out of state, he surmised. He scanned the cheap, see-through pages, fixing on an announcement for an installation competition, whatever that was. The winning entry would be displayed to the public at the college. Pictured was last year’s winner, a tangle of pipes and sheet metal that looked as if somebody had hauled a miniature version of the Number Five machine out of the mill, twisted it into a thousand ugly pieces, then left it to weather through five hundred hailstorms. Not that it would matter now if somebody did. The Burden of Life, this installation was called, by an artist who most likely hadn’t yet moved out of his parents’ house. He thought Marie would like it, though—she had always been a woman who understood people’s intentions—so he removed the picture with his jackknife and tucked it into his shirt pocket. Then he faltered his way back up the hall and into her room, where she was sitting up, weak and clean.

“What’s the latest?” she asked him.

He sat down on her bleach-smelling bed. She herself smelled of lilac. “McCoy’s threatening to fold up shop.”

“Sell it, you mean?” She blinked at him. “Sell the mill?”

“That’s the rumor.”

She put her fragile, ghostly hand on his. “It’s been eight months, Ernie. How long can a strike last?” She was thinking, of course, of his pension held hostage, the bills she was racking up.

“We’ll be all right,” he said. The word we always calmed him. He showed her the clipping. “Can you feature this?”

She smiled. “The Burden of Life?”

“He should’ve called it The Burden of My Big Head.”

She laughed, and he was glad, and his day took the tiniest turn. “Philistine,” she said. “You always were such a philistine, Ernie.” She often referred to him in the past tense, as if he were the one departing.

That night, after the long drive home, he hung the clipping on the refrigerator before taking Pumpkin Pie, Marie’s doddering Yorkshire terrier, for its evening walk. He often waited until nightfall for this walk, so mortified was he to drag this silly-name pushbroom of an animal at the end of a thin red leash. The dog walked with prissy little steps on pinkish feet that resembled ballerina slippers. He had observed so many men just like himself over the years, men in retirement walking wee, quivery dogs over the streets of their neighborhood, a wrinkled plastic bag in their free hand; they might as well have been holding a sign above their heads: Widower.

The night was eerie and silent. for sale signs had popped up even in this neighborhood of old people. This small, good place, once drenched with ordinary hopes and decent money, was beginning to furl like an autumn leaf. At the foot of the downhill slope of Randall Street, Ernie could see the belching smokestacks of Atlantic Pulp & Paper, the dove-gray plume curling up from the valley, an upward, omnipresent cloud rising like a smoke signal, an offering to God. Cancer Valley, a news reporter once called the city of Abbott Falls, but they needed the steam, the smoke, the rising cloud, the heaps and heaps of wood stacked in the railyard, even the smell—the smell of money, Ernie called it—they needed it. He thought of the son of a bitch working his very spot, this very night, wiping the greasy heat from his forehead; he wondered which of life’s cruelties had converged upon this man to impel him to cross a picket line, step over a man with a dying wife, and steal his job. Did he, too, have a dying wife? Eight months ago, watching the first of them marching in there under police guard, he could not have mustered a human feeling for the stranger hooking up chlorine cars or running pipe in the bleachery. Ernie’s own circumstances, his own livelihood, seemed to melt further into dream every day. Every few weeks there was word of negotiation—another fancy-restaurant meeting between McCoy’s boys and the national union—but Ernie held little hope of recovering the bulk of his pension. That, too, felt like knowledge found in a dream.

As he turned up his front walk, he caught the kids from Broad Street crashing again through his property, this time roaring away so fast he could hear a faint shudder from the backyard trees. “Sonsabitches!” he hollered, shaking his fist like the mean old man in the movies. He stampeded into the backyard, where Marie’s two apple trees, brittle and untrained, sprouted from the earth in such rootlike twists that they seemed to have been planted upside down. He scanned the weedy lawn, dotted with exhausted clumps of Marie’s wildflowers and the first of the fallen leaves, and saw blowdown everywhere, spindly parts of branches scattered like bodies on a battlefield. Planted when their son was born, the trees had never yielded a single decent apple, and now they were being systematically mutilated by a pack of ill-bred boys. He picked up a branch and a few sticks, and by the time he reached his kitchen he was weeping, pounding his fist on the table, cursing a God who would let a woman like Marie, a big-boned girl who was sweetness itself, wither beneath the death-white sheets of Western Maine General, thirty-eight miles from home.

He sat in the kitchen deep into evening. The dog curled up on Marie’s chair and snored. Ernie remembered Marie’s laughter from the afternoon and tried to harness it, hear it anew, make it last. The sticks lay sprawled and messy on the table in front of him, their leaves stalled halfway between greenery and dust. All of a sudden—and, oh, it was sweet!—Ernie had an artistic inspiration. He stood up with the shock of it, for he was not an artistic man. The sticks, put together at just the right angle, resembled the hull of a boat. He turned them one way, then another, admiring his idea, wishing Marie were here to witness it.

Snapping on the floodlights, he jaunted into the backyard to collect the remaining sticks, hauling them into the house a bouquet at a time. He took the clipping down from the fridge and studied the photograph, trying to get a sense of scale and size. Gathering the sticks, he descended the stairs to the cellar, where he spent most of the night twining sticks and branches with electrical wire. The dog sat at attention, its wet eyes fixed on Ernie’s work. By morning the installation was finished. It was the most beautiful thing Ernie had ever seen.

The college was only four blocks from the hospital, but Ernie had trouble navigating the maze of one-way roads on campus, and found the art department only by following the directions of a frightening girl whose tender lips had been pierced with small gold rings. By the time he entered the lavender art office, he was sweating, hugging his beautiful boat to his chest.

“Excuse me?” said a young man at the desk. This one had a hoop through each eyebrow.

“My installation,” Ernie said, placing it on the desk. “For the competition.” He presented the newspaper clipping like an admission ticket.

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

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Table of Contents

Ernie's Ark 11
At the Mercy 31
That One Autumn 49
The Temperature of Desire 69
The Joy Business 91
Visitors 109
Take Care Good Boy 129
Solidarity Is Not a Floor 151
Shuffle, Step 171
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Reading Group Guide

1. Trace the presence of the ark through the nine stories of Ernie’s Ark. Does its meaning shift depending on the narrator or point-of-view character? Is the ark present even in a story in which it is never mentioned?

2. What does the ark mean? Is Abbott Falls about to be swallowed up? Or is something more subtle at work in
Monica Wood’s imagery?

3. Another presence in each story is Abbott Falls, of course.
What is the role of place in Ernie’s Ark? How do you imagine the town? How is it different from your own? How the same?
How does Abbott Falls shape the events of the book?

4. What is the role of the mill in these stories? Is it the same role that that major employer plays in the town itself? Or does the mill take on literary dimensions, as well? Similarly, what is the role of the strike in these stories? Does it affect every character, or only a few? If there were no strike, how would the stories of Ernie’s Ark be different?

5. How does Ernie’s character shift from story to story? How are the perceptions of the various narrators and lead characters involved in our own perceptions as we read? How would the book be altered if each story were narrated from Ernie’s point of view?

6. Dan Little, the narrator of “The Temperature of Desire,” starts out depressed. How is his depression tied up with the reality of life in Abbott Falls? Does anything happen in the story to change him?

7. In “The Joy Business,” we get ample indications that a lot more goes on in Abbott Falls than strikes and ark building.
How does this story expand your vision of the town? How does it expand the scope of the book? What is the effect of its placement just so in the middle of the book?

8. In “Visitors” we meet Ernie’s son, James, and get a glimpse of a major sea change between generations. How is it possible that James’s sense of life and possibilities could be so different from his father’s? Or are the two men so different after all?

9. Much of “Take Care Good Boy” transpires away from Abbott
Falls, and away from Ernie and his ark. How does the story fit into the book as a whole? How does it expand the vision of the book?

10. How does the character Francine grow and change from
“Take Care Good Boy” to “Solidarity Is Not a Floor”? What is
Ernie’s effect on her? What is her effect on Ernie?

11. Think ten years ahead for the characters of Ernie’s Ark. Where do you think each will be? What will the town of Abbott
Falls be like then? What current differences did you pick out among characters who you think will grow, characters who you think will stagnate, characters who you think will fail? If your group disagrees, what are the sources of your disagreement?

12. Have a look at each story title in turn, and discuss the meaning of each in context of the story and in context of the whole book. For example, what exactly does the title
“Solidarity Is Not a Floor” mean?

13. Ernie’s Ark is beautifully written. Have everyone in your group pick a passage—perhaps a page or so—to read aloud.
Then see if you can articulate what exactly makes the passage sing.

14. Monica Wood says that “At the Mercy” was a stretch for her to write, because its lead character is a successful and wellgrounded
CEO. Is Henry John McCoy any less interesting as a character than Ernie himself? Do you find yourself interested in the problems of a CEO?

15. The title story of Ernie’s Ark ends with Ernie and his wife
“waiting for rain,” clearly a metaphor. See if your group can articulate or even agree upon what exactly the couple is waiting for.

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  • Posted May 7, 2011

    Loved it!

    I could not put this book down. Each story, though connected, stands on its own and draws you further and further into the town of Abbott Falls. Kudos to the small Portland Me bookstore that helped me discover Monica Wood!

    16 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2012

    Not happy about the language...

    I was really enjoying the first chapter. Then, as soon as I started chapter two, the g-d word started. I can put up with a LOT, as far as language, but that one I CANNOT abide. There is no reason for it. I wish BN would warn the readers about language, as some of us are sensitive to it and do not want to spend good money supporting disrespectful garbage like that. I am VERY disappointed.

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2012

    Good, quick read

    I am not usually a fan of short stories, but the way these stories are all interwoven makes it and excellent, interesting read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2014

    Interesting

    An interesting book. A town and a few of its people in a few short stories. Well worth reading, surprisingly good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    Check it out!

    This was a very moving, different book. Not at all what I expected, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. A quick read because it is hard to stop. Each chapter opens more interest in the characters. I may just have to read it again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2013

    This was a really great read. Highly recommend!!

    This was a really great read. Highly recommend!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 9, 2013

    I've only read Ernie's Ark, the first story in this collection,

    I've only read Ernie's Ark, the first story in this collection, but it was a charming, enjoyable selection! I would purchase the book for first story alone! Then, if the other stories are as entertaining, what a bargain!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2013

    Just couldn't get into it

    I started this book and really lost the story line of it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2012

    Really enjoyed this book

    I will be looking for more from Monica Wood.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 30, 2012

    Interesting & Different

    This book really draws you in & holds you in it's
    grip. Very touching and also humorous.
    Wonderful story.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2012

    A really good read

    A kalideascope of characters around a single event.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 24, 2012

    Really enjoyed this book

    I am a sucker for short stores and really liked this one as all of the stories were set in the same city/state and the characters were intertwined.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2015

    Great little story

    Easy read, loved the author's style of explaining each character.

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  • Posted July 19, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    I found it very hard to finish this book. I didn't realize that

    I found it very hard to finish this book. I didn't realize that the chapters were "short stories". When I finally got into a chapter, it would end and it seemed another book seem to begin. I always finish any book I start and I finished this one, but it took awhile. I have read over 15 books this summer and this was the most disappointing.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    I liked this book

    It was interesting to see how different people reacted to the plant shutdown and how their lives interacted.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    Recommend it for light reading

    A good light book but I would have liked it better if it had been a little longer. Think the author could have expanded on the book. A touching story.

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  • Posted May 23, 2012

    Enjoyed to the end

    I picked this up because it was the Daily Find but really enjoyed it when I got into reading it. A story about a strike at a paper mill in Maine, it is interesting to follow all the different characters in the book and how their lives are intertwined. Not a long book but Wood is able to draw the reader in and keep them interested in all the characters, in how their lives are affected by the mill strike and the reactions of the other characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    Worth Reading!

    This is a thought provoking, yet easy read. Ms Wood calls us to pay attention to all of our relatinships, regardless of the circumstances which we may or may not be able to do something about. I will read Ernie's Ark again; I highly recommend it study groups of any kind.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2012

    Excellent!

    This was, to me, a hard-to-put down little book! It does "preach" a little but is very subtle and has some good "lessons" in it that can apply to other things that just the ark that Ernie built in his back yard. A very moving novelette. It's a keeper and one I'll read again.

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  • Posted May 4, 2012

    Great stand-alone stories, linked just enough so each one fleshe

    Great stand-alone stories, linked just enough so each one fleshes out the plot and characters of the others. Very enjoyable collection.

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