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Elizabeth Hawes Weinstock.

Former New Yorker staff writer and acclaimed author Elizabeth Hawes Weinstock died at her Chilmark home Monday. She was 85. 

First responders were called to the home on Black Point Road around 2:20 p.m. after someone at the property had found Ms. Weinstock in her swimming pool, according to officials. 

Known as Betsy to her friends, Ms. Weinstock was pronounced dead at the scene, sending a shock through her family and Island friends. 

Chilmark police Chief Sean Slavin said the death does not appear suspicious and investigators are determining if it was a drowning or related to a medical event. 

Ms. Weinstock worked in journalism, and also wrote biographies and creative fiction under her maiden name Elizabeth Hawes. She and her husband Davis Weinstock purchased a home in Chilmark in 1990 but she had been coming to the Vineyard for years before. 

Ms. Weinstock’s resume boasted some of the country’s biggest publications. In addition to her time as a staffer at the New Yorker, she has also contributed to the New York Times Magazine and Vogue. 

Here on the Island, she wrote for Martha’s Vineyard Magazine and particpated in the Islanders Write program. She also served on the boards of Martha’s Vineyard Museum and the Chilmark Community Center.

Ms. Weinstock grew up in the Midwest and arrived in New York after attending college at Mount Holyoke and teaching in France. Longtime friend and fellow journalist Charlayne Hunter-Gault recalled their time working at the New Yorker, starting as secretaries at the national weekly magazine in the early 1960s. Both harbored dreams of getting their bylines in its storied pages, Ms Hunter-Gault said. 

Famous writers of the day would pass by their door to see editor William Shawn, which was an inspiration to both women. 

“We always wanted to be writers,” Ms. Hunter-Gault said Wednesday, after the news of Ms. Weinstock’s death. “Her vision was always to do something with her talent.”

At the New Yorker, Ms. Weinstock contributed to the Talk of the Town column and other pieces. In her writing, she was drawn to arts and culture writing and gradually worked her way into longer narratives and biographies. 

Ms. Weinstock went on to write two books: New York, New York: How the Apartment Transformed the Life of the City, and Camus, a Romance. 

The first followed the transformation of New York City from a place of private brownstones to a metropolis. The second chronicled the life of the pioneering French-Algerian author Albert Camus alongside Ms. Weinstock’s own experience following in his footsteps.

Both drew praise from critics upon their release.

“She has channeled her ardor into a rich hybrid of biography, literary criticism, intellectual history and memoir,” the Washington Post wrote in 2009 review of the Camus book.

Ms. Hunter-Gault said she remained close with Ms. Weinstock over the decades since they worked together, especially when they both ended up on the Vineyard. She described her friend as warm and brilliant; a confident writer who was talented but always humble. 

In a 2016 essay for the Martha’s Vineyard Magazine, Ms. Weinstock wrote about her connection to the Vineyard.

“Long before the prospect of having a permanent place on the Vineyard had ever occurred to us, we had our summer rentals, stretching over almost twenty years,” Ms. Weinstock wrote. “There were cottages, camps, and barns, an elderly Cape we began to think of as our own, a rambling Victorian that we knew would never be ours — seven houses in all, scattered about the hills of Chilmark where we had first landed, utterly by chance, and from which we have never had reason to stray.”

Ms. Weinstock continued to write into her 80s. Her writing in Martha’s Vineyard Magazine spanned features on the Red Devon ox at Brookside Farm in Chilmark, profiles on artists and dives into history.

“She had something really special,” Ms. Hunter-Gault said. “That’s the best way I can say it.” 

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12 Comments

  1. So sad… a loss to all of us. A friend for many years to so many.
    My love to the family.

  2. I am so sorry for Betsy’s loss. My thoughts are with the Weinstock family.

  3. Sending love to Davis, Luke and everyone that loved Betsy. A tremendous loss.

  4. Betsy we miss you! You were special and wonderful! Grateful to have known you. Thinking of all your loved ones

  5. I landscaped at their chilmark property for many years, Betsy and the whole family was always so welcoming and friendly, my wife knew her sons from her days in the CCC, my sincere condolences to the family, she had a bright, uplifting attitude towards life and people.
    I will remember her kindness and her smile !
    May you rest in peace Besty, now you swim in the great beyond.

  6. Betsy was so lovely in every way. May her memory be a blessing. Sending so much love to the Weinstock family.

  7. Davis, Luke, Nicky & Jake. We will all deeply miss your stupendous wife/mom. And we are all with you in this difficult moment. Seems appropriate to drop a beautiful and fitting Camus poem here
    🙂 Lots & lots of love, Andy

    Within Me by Albert Camus

    In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
    In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
    In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
    I realized, through it all, that…
    In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
    And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me,
    within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

  8. Oh I can hardly believe Betsy is gone—I am sending so much love and hugs to all of you Weinstock men- & your families. She was a truly remarkable wonderful person.

  9. To Betsy’s many, many friends, both alive or remembered.

    There is a special bond that exists between siblings in a family – one that is not fully understood by someone “looking in”. It is more than the expected connection of love and familiarity — it goes beyond that, far beyond, indeed. Your brother or sister may look different, sound different, and act differently from you, but you cannot escape the fact that that you are really the same, separated only by the experiences that you might have endured or possibly been fortunate to have discovered along the haphazard trail of life. Sometimes siblings are connected by mutual love and appreciation, sometimes life “gets in the way” and causes emotional separation, and sometimes, left alone, a flower is planted and grows into a majestic oak that rises far above the horizon and will be there forever. Siblings understand that and are unique in that vision and gift. In my heart and in my sole, there will always live Betsy Hawes.

    Respectfully submitted,

    Gerry Hawes — (Betsy’s “nerdy little brother”)

  10. So sorry to hear of this sudden tragedy – Betsy rented my family home in Ct while working with “Martha” and I remember her talking of camping on her newly purchased Chilmark property. I recently met her son and was hoping to visit with her on an overdue trip to MV this summer – my condolences to her loving family at this time of great loss.

  11. I remember working fondly with Betsy and Davis and Luke on various design projects. She had a vision and a force and it seem she was always the final force we needed. Thinking about the family at this difficult time but also remembering many fond memories. Thank you.

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