Island Justice

A beautifully observed novel in the tradition of Anne Tyler and Alice Hoffman, Island Justice sets an independent woman's struggle to trust the pull of her heart against the backdrop of a community that must come to terms with its own conscience and the true meaning of justice.

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Island Justice

A beautifully observed novel in the tradition of Anne Tyler and Alice Hoffman, Island Justice sets an independent woman's struggle to trust the pull of her heart against the backdrop of a community that must come to terms with its own conscience and the true meaning of justice.

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Island Justice

Island Justice

by Elizabeth Winthrop
Island Justice

Island Justice

by Elizabeth Winthrop

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Overview

A beautifully observed novel in the tradition of Anne Tyler and Alice Hoffman, Island Justice sets an independent woman's struggle to trust the pull of her heart against the backdrop of a community that must come to terms with its own conscience and the true meaning of justice.


Product Details

BN ID: 2940167047402
Publisher: Elizabeth Winthrop
Publication date: 03/25/2023
Sold by: Draft2Digital
Format: eBook
File size: 499 KB

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Nan died late in up on the island. They found her at the bottom of the porch steps, her hand resting on her throat, as it always did when she was contemplating something.

"She went without pain," Maggie's mother said when she called her in London to tell her the news. "The doctor says her heart gave out. Just like that."

"But she was only seventy-three. So young," Maggie whispered.

"A year older than me," her mother said. "And I expected her to outlast me. She seemed so strong, toughing it out up there right through those grim winters."

There was a delay, a transatlantic hiccup on the line, and they both started to talk at once. Her mother prevailed and Maggie heard, "They'll have a service on Saturday. Up on the island of course. She'll be buried there."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed in her hotel in London, Maggie could still believe that Nan was waiting for her on the other side of the Atlantic as she always had before. It was seven A.M. in the States. Surely she was out on the porch this very morning in her favorite wicker chair with that old moth-eaten blanket still wrapped around her knees. Any minute now she'd hoist herself to her feet and go down the steps to the perennial garden where she would putter about, adjusting a stake here, snapping a dead blossom off there. And later in the day, after lunch and a nap, she would make her way down through the apple trees to the narrow stony beach where she and Maggie swam every afternoon in the summer, their feet stuffed into white rubber shoes because the rocks were slimy with algae and unpredictable. In the long evenings, they'd set up a round table in the corner of the porch for raucous sunset dinners with all the misfitson the island, both summer and winter people mixed. Nan had been a year-rounder for over twenty years and served as a bridge between the two worlds. The day began and ended with the porch. Nan belonged there. And Maggie belonged there too, but only with her. Only with Nan alive.

MAGGIE'S LAST VISIT to the island had been cut short by a call from a private dealer in London who asked her to come over and survey a collection of eighteenth-century furniture. If he purchased the lot, he would want her to oversee the conservation work on the pieces.

"But you've only been here five days," Nan had said over their usual morning tea on the porch. Fog was rolling up the hill from the ocean, and Maggie had wrapped an extra blanket around Nan's knees. "You're barely over jet lag from the Madrid trip. Poor Kasha. You just got her here and now you're going to haul her back down to Philadelphia and throw her in that kennel again

.At the sound of her name, the Siberian husky lifted her head and eyed Maggie. Her leash was tied to the porch railing.

"Don't be so dramatic, Nan," Maggie said. She was sitting on the railing looking out over the orchard where Nan's daffodils had just begun to bloom. "She doesn't stay in a kennel. My friend Susan takes her. She loves Kasha. Besides, this is big. The first job I've gotten with this collector, and he'll pass my name along if I do good work for him."

"It's always a big job, Maggie." Nan lowered her teacup to the glass-topped table. "You've been on the go constantly since last fall. The business is well established by now. You can surely afford to turn down one or two projects."

"I know I can. But if there's work out there for me, why turn it down?"

"Ah, youth, " Nan said. " At your age, I was always on the run too. Look at your foot. It hasn't stopped jiggling since you got here. Last night, it made the china rattle at dinner. I kept thinking one of the legs of that old table had come unglued."

"Knowing the way you treat your furniture, it probably has," Maggie said. She glanced down and stilled her foot. "I hadn't noticed."

"Of course you hadn't. I never did either. If I have one regret in life, it's that I didn't learn to be still earlier on.

"When did you learn?"

"Not till I was in my fifties. When I moved up here full time. Island living has a way of slowing you down." Nan laughed and pointed. "Look, your foot's started up again."

At that, Maggie had stood up and cleared away their tea things.

SHE FLEW BACK for the service, a quick round trip between London and a museum meeting in Amsterdam. Nan's two nephews and their wives were there. One of them had put together a lunch at the house.

"You'll come, I hope," the woman said. Her name was Jane, and Maggie had only met her once or twice. The nephews rarely came to visit Nan on the island.

Nobody in her family ever understood why she had moved up there full time. "You know all the people out here better than we do."

Maggie had been hoping to avoid the house. She glanced at her watch. "I have to catch a plane first thing tomorrow out of Logan for Europe."

"It won't be long, I promise you. The four of us have reservations on the afternoon ferry."

"All right, just for a minute.

Maggie refused to walk through the house, but went around the side to the porch where sandwiches and iced tea had been set out on two long tables. The whole island had come, some to honor Nan and others for the free lunch. Lots of people pushed through the crowd to greet Maggie. Although they knew she was only the goddaughter, they thought of her as the real family. She had spent her childhood summers with Nan, and in the twenty years since then, had come back three or four times a year. Most of the faces were familiar to her, but they blurred together as she shook one hand after another. People murmured their condolences, and all the while Maggie kept pointing to her watch and explaining about her transatlantic flight. After an hour, she managed to hitch a ride with a departing guest to the tiny island airfield.

When the small plane banked into a left turn above the shoreline, Maggie had a clear view of Nan's house crowning the hill above the little inlet. Three stories high, with the porch all along the front and the kitchen wing sprawling over to the side. All the years Maggie had come to visit, the house had never felt large to her, but now, looking down on it from the air, she wondered at Nan rattling around in that enormous place all by herself, year after year.

Would she ever see it again? she wondered. Probably not. Without Nan, there would be no reason to come to the island. She closed her eyes. An overnight in Boston and then on the plane to Amsterdam tomorrow. She couldn't let herself think about Nan now. Not yet. Later on she'd make herself face it. When she had more time.

Two WEEKS LATER Maggie was house-sitting at a friend's flat in London when her mother called again.

"You've got something here from a Matthew Bunker, Esquire, up on the island. I think he must be Nan's lawyer. Do you want me to open it?"

"I guess you'd better."

There was a pause and Maggie could hear the rustling of papers. "It's the will," her mother said. "With a letter. Oh, boy."

"What does it say?"

"It seems she's left you the house."

"To me? Not the two nephews? Are you sure?"

"That's what the letter says. Apparently she rewrote her will at the end of April."

"I was there in April and she never mentioned it to me," Maggie said.

"It does make a certain amount of sense. You were her goddaughter, after all."Maggie was silent, her hand over her mouth.

"It's a huge present, Maggie. The house is probably worth quite a bit."

"Yes, I know."

"If you're intending to sell it, summer's the only time."

"I can't talk about it now. I've got so much going on here. I'll deal with it later. Thanks, Mother."

She remembered how large the house had looked from the air. It loomed in her mind, pressed against her with its weight. What was she going to do with a house? Nothing right now, she decided. Later. She would think about it later.

Reading Group Guide

Background
The author biography, discussion questions, and interview that follow are provided here to enhance your group's reading of Elizabeth Winthrop's Island Justice. We hope that they will give you new ways of thinking about and discussing a novel that has been widely praised for its evocation of place, richly drawn characters, and suspenseful storytelling.

Topics for Discussion

  • In Island Justice, the author seems to be presenting us with two women in different stages in their lives. Compare the characters and the life circumstances of Anna Craven and Maggie Hammond. In what ways are they different and in what ways do they resemble each other?

  • What is the meaning of the title?

  • The story is related from the point of view of an omniscient narrator. How does this affect your concept of the characters and your understanding of their daily lives? If the author had chosen to tell this story from one person's point of view, how would that decision have changed the story?

  • Some people have called Sam Matera, the naturalist, the hero of this book. Do you agree? How does the author relate the natural ecosystem of a New England island to the problems of the human community? What is the meaning of the last sentence of the book?

  • In an interview, the author has said that in every one of her heroes there is a villain, and in every villain there is a hero. Do you find this to be true of her characters? Discuss this concept in connection with Lauren Root, Al Craven, Sam Matera, and Dennis Lacey.

  • What message was Nan Phipps trying to give to her goddaughter, Maggie, when she willed her the large Victorian house? Does Maggie ever getthe message?

  • Al Craven is proud of the fact that he never hits his wife, Anna. Why is this so important to him? Do you think Anna is an abused woman? How does Erin's parents' relationship affect her?

  • There are many secondary characters peopling this book -- Chuck Montclair, Miss Yola, Lauren Root, the Tremayne boys, Dennis Lacey. What role does each of them serve? If the author decided to write another novel about one of these people, who would you advise her to choose and why?

  • Why do you think the author chose not to give this island a name or pinpoint its geographical location?

  • The islanders are proud of their insularity. We take care of our own, they are fond of saying. Do you think their form of justice is more or less effective than the legal systems available to those of us who live on the "mainland"? Why?

  • The author is writing about a place that is cut off from the mainland, but is also, in many ways, cut off from itself. What do you think the author is saying about community?

  • In any part of your life -- work, home, church, your book group --- do you live in an insular community like this one? How is it the same as the community in Island Justice? How is it different?

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