New Novel Inspired by Maria Mitchell Featured in the “Boston Globe”
Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • June 26, 2013
Amy Brill’s debut novel, The Movement of Stars , was featured yesterday in the Boston Globe’s “Living” section with Amy on the cover.
For the online edition, please follow this link: http://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/books/2013/06/24/author-amy-brill-reimagines-life-nantucket-maria-mitchell-trail-blazing-astronomer/MOHcrmnG9uTD6j1qh3OU5I/story.html
Here you will learn more about the novel, how Maria Mitchell inspired Amy in her creation of her character, Hannah, and more about Maria Mitchell and the Mitchell House! Thank you to the Globe, Amy, and the staff writer and photographer – Joseph Kahn and Jonathan Wiggs.
JNLF
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This is what our landscaper for MMA calls it. “The ancient vine.” He tells the people who work for him not to touch the “ancient vine.” I have probably made him – and all of them – terrified of it. I am even terrified of it to some degree. I refer to the grape vine behind the Mitchell House this is supposed to be Peleg Mitchell Junior’s grape vine – Maria Mitchell’s uncle who inhabited the house from about 1836 to his death in 1882. It has two trunks but one died several years ago. Because of that, each year I try to root shoots. It’s fairly easy to do – when you cut back the vine in late fall/early winter. I have had success but not success protecting the shoots I baby all winter from bunnies and other critters try as I might. I started doing this when the one trunk died – I was PANICKED! The landscaper stays away because I have told him if anyone is going to accidentally harm or worse yet, kill, this grape vine it would be me so I only have myself to blame. So each November/December – once ALL the leaves have fallen off – I climb my ladder and quietly, carefully, and fearfully cut back the stems typically to two buds. I have been somewhat successful in spurring grape production – and these grapes attract some amazing birds in the fall. It takes me some time – and I pretty much hyperventilate the entire time – and then, I stare at it all winter. Passing under it multiple times a day to reach my office. Hoping, and yes, praying, it will come out in the spring. It’s a late budder so just recently the buds started to show themselves – thank goodness! – and I was rewarded today (May 5, 2025) with this wonderful hot pink color on the edges of the leaves as they are uncurling. JNLF

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