In this serialized novel set on the Vineyard in real time, a native Islander (“Call me Becca”) returns home after many years in Manhattan. Her uncle Abe requires assistance to keep their landscaping business, Pequot, afloat. Through Mott (Pequot’s general manager) she’s met Quincas (a Brazilian) and the rest of Pequot’s staff. Her Uncle Abe has an intense loathing of Richard Moby, the CEO of Broadway, an off-Island landscaping business.
In this serialized novel set on the Vineyard in real time, a native Islander (“Call me Becca”) returns home after many years in Manhattan. Her uncle Abe requires assistance to keep their landscaping business, Pequot, afloat. In the first few chapters, Becca reacquainted herself with Island life and through Mott (the general manager) met Quincas (a Brazilian) and the rest of Pequot’s staff. Last week, readers were introduced to Uncle Abe and his hatred of Richard Moby, the chief executive officer of Broadway, an off-Island landscaping business.
In this serialized novel set on the Vineyard in real time, a native Islander (“Call me Becca”) returns home to the Vineyard after many years in Manhattan. Her uncle Abe has been dumped by his wife Gwen, and Abe requires assistance to keep their landscaping business, Pequot, afloat. In the first few chapters, Becca reacquainted herself with Island life and through Mott (the general manager), met Quincas (a Brazilian), and the rest of Pequot’s staff.
June 13, 2008
Dear P:
The serialized, real-time Vineyard novel Moby Rich continues here every Friday. Previous chapters are available to subscribers online at mvgazette.com.
June 6, 2008
Dear P:
This serialized, real-time Vineyard novel, Moby Rich, began in last Friday’s Gazette and will continue every Friday, here on page two-A, for a year. For those of you who, in the happy hubbub of Memorial Day weekend, missed chapter one of Moby Rich, here is a synopsis: Our narrator (“Call me Becca”), a 40-something Vineyard native, has just returned home after decades in Manhattan.
Chapter One
Dear P:
Call me Becca! That’s what everyone still calls me, back here on the rock. I love it; makes me feel like a kid again.
Getting here was a pain in the butt. There are now several ways of schlepping to the Vineyard from NYC without a car (or a private jet), but I don’t know that any of them are an improvement over the old standby: bus from Port Authority to Woods Hole, and then the ferry.
