The Weir is a novel about boats and fish and the fishermen who make their living on the waters off the Maine coast. Since I'm a landlocked girl, I didn't always understand the nautical terms: "hold the dory, he could hear the rote, seine poles, mooring chain, anchor rope, cheeserind, spar growth, trawl, rig, punt". I would have appreciated a glossary, perhaps some drawings.
Hardy and his wife Josie, with their family, live on Comey Island. Names like Weeza, Cack, Sayl [Saylor], Haral [Harold], Perley, Jarv, Jap, handed down through generations. Twenty families have forged out a life for themselves, based on a man's word and helping those who need help. There are scuffles and misunderstandings; "Josie knew what an island row meant. They started over trifles and snowballed on trifles until whole families took sides, down to the children, and for months, years sometimes, people didn't speak or have anything to do with each other."
Underneath this layer of boats and sea, are the personalities of the families. Sometimes the festering feelings have disastrous consequences.
Dig out your microscope and meet these people, delve into their lives.
I read this EARC courtesy of Islandport Press and Edelweiss. pub date 09/01/20