HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Visiting a place is one thing—we’ve all been to places that are captivating and unique. But have you ever been kidnapped by a place?
Provincetown Massachusetts is absolutely magical—have you been there? As author Diane Wald reveals, P’town put her under its spell the moment she stepped onto the sand.
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My Writer’s Brain Was Kidnapped by a Town!
It’s a simultaneously boisterous and meditative spot where the tiny winter population swells after Memorial Day to a diverse crowd that fills every rentable nook and cranny. That can be overwhelming, but don’t be alarmed: what you really need to do is visit off season.
My parents packed up me and my younger brother and drove us almost every summer from our home in New Jersey to one of the towns on the outer Cape for a week or two, and every year one day was dedicated to visiting Provincetown. I not only got to know the place; I fell in love. Actually, I fell under some kind of a spell. I went back every chance I had. It was as if I’d been kidnapped, but not by evildoers—by a beguiling and mysterious setting.
I was in my twenties, a burgeoning poet, when I was accepted for a fellowship at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. The fellowship was extended for a second year, and I stayed on for a third year working in the town. I was more than hooked; I only forced myself to leave because I wanted to go to grad school. I wasn’t writing fiction then, and I’m sure I wasn’t aware I had the beginnings of a book in my mind, but the perfect setting had been quietly percolating there since I was a young child.
After many years, the arc of my kidnapping came to its inevitable conclusion: I had to pay the ransom and write the novel! Once I fleshed out my main characters, I realized that an unexpected character—Provincetown itself—had made itself indispensable. Sometimes my “town” character actually took over, interacting with the other characters in ways that furthered the action, offering a built-in drama rife with conflict and challenges.
Sure, I could have set the story in an art colony just about anywhere, but I knew it wouldn’t have been as good. In addition to my first-hand knowledge of the place, I needed its texture, its aura.
by Diane Wald

Yes, that’s me, on MacMillan Pier in Provincetown, Massachusetts in 1951, on vacation with my parents. (Dig that saucy nautical outfit, and the ever-stylish Mary Janes!).
Yes, that’s me, on MacMillan Pier in Provincetown, Massachusetts in 1951, on vacation with my parents. (Dig that saucy nautical outfit, and the ever-stylish Mary Janes!).
Little did I know then that more almost twenty years later, I’d end up living in that town for three years, and then in another twenty or so years, feel irresistibly drawn to writing a novella set right there.
Provincetown sits like a funky, sun-kissed monarch at the very tip of Cape Cod, where its high-duned beaches, crashing waves, and aromatic pine forests combine to satisfy all your senses. On the outer side of its curved-arm peninsula, the wildness of the Atlantic Ocean beckons; on the inner curve ripples the less rambunctious Cape Cod Bay.
Provincetown sits like a funky, sun-kissed monarch at the very tip of Cape Cod, where its high-duned beaches, crashing waves, and aromatic pine forests combine to satisfy all your senses. On the outer side of its curved-arm peninsula, the wildness of the Atlantic Ocean beckons; on the inner curve ripples the less rambunctious Cape Cod Bay.
It’s a simultaneously boisterous and meditative spot where the tiny winter population swells after Memorial Day to a diverse crowd that fills every rentable nook and cranny. That can be overwhelming, but don’t be alarmed: what you really need to do is visit off season.
My parents packed up me and my younger brother and drove us almost every summer from our home in New Jersey to one of the towns on the outer Cape for a week or two, and every year one day was dedicated to visiting Provincetown. I not only got to know the place; I fell in love. Actually, I fell under some kind of a spell. I went back every chance I had. It was as if I’d been kidnapped, but not by evildoers—by a beguiling and mysterious setting.
I was in my twenties, a burgeoning poet, when I was accepted for a fellowship at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. The fellowship was extended for a second year, and I stayed on for a third year working in the town. I was more than hooked; I only forced myself to leave because I wanted to go to grad school. I wasn’t writing fiction then, and I’m sure I wasn’t aware I had the beginnings of a book in my mind, but the perfect setting had been quietly percolating there since I was a young child.
After many years, the arc of my kidnapping came to its inevitable conclusion: I had to pay the ransom and write the novel! Once I fleshed out my main characters, I realized that an unexpected character—Provincetown itself—had made itself indispensable. Sometimes my “town” character actually took over, interacting with the other characters in ways that furthered the action, offering a built-in drama rife with conflict and challenges.
Sure, I could have set the story in an art colony just about anywhere, but I knew it wouldn’t have been as good. In addition to my first-hand knowledge of the place, I needed its texture, its aura.
Here was a place where a wide array of lifestyles, ages, careers, art forms, and beliefs would allow me to explore my themes of unravelling personal ethics, creativity, love, and friendship. I lived in Provincetown in the 1970s, but I decided to place the story in the 1980s, which allowed me to work in a subplot about a character who succumbed to AIDS.
I know a lot of other writers have had this same experience of using their setting as a character. None of us can imagine To Kill a Mockingbird taking place anywhere but Maycomb, Alabama, or Wuthering Heights anywhere but on the moody Yorkshire moors. I never could have written The Bayrose Files without being kidnapped by Provincetown.
I know a lot of other writers have had this same experience of using their setting as a character. None of us can imagine To Kill a Mockingbird taking place anywhere but Maycomb, Alabama, or Wuthering Heights anywhere but on the moody Yorkshire moors. I never could have written The Bayrose Files without being kidnapped by Provincetown.
As I say on the Acknowledgements page at the back of the book, “I’ve got sand in my shoes forever.”
So, I’m wondering, has this ever happened to you? Were you ever kidnapped by a city, town, or geographical location that later became a character in your prose? I’d love to hear about it.
HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Oh, good question! I’ve been in Provincetown a million times, and it is swarming with people, amazing, hilarious, wonderful. And the food is spectacular. And the atmosphere is beyond unique.
So, I’m wondering, has this ever happened to you? Were you ever kidnapped by a city, town, or geographical location that later became a character in your prose? I’d love to hear about it.
HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Oh, good question! I’ve been in Provincetown a million times, and it is swarming with people, amazing, hilarious, wonderful. And the food is spectacular. And the atmosphere is beyond unique.
Readers, have you been to P’town? What place has “kidnapped” your imagination? And as Diane asks, if you are writing, were you ever so captivated by a place that it became a character?
Diane Wald is a poet and novelist who has worked as a motel manager, library assistant, journal circulation manager, English professor, academic dean, and in-house writer for a national animal welfare organization. She has published five chapbooks, four full-length poetry collections, two novels, and hundreds of poems in literary magazines. Her new book, The Bayrose Files, launches May 17, 2025, from Regal House Publishing. She lives seven miles outside of Boston and 65 miles from Provincetown.
THE BAYROSE FILES
Ambitious young journalist Violet Maris secures a coveted residency at a prestigious artists' and writers' colony in 1980s Provincetown using a file of stories written by a friend. Her intention: to write a captivating exposé. However, Violet's promising start at the colony takes a dark turn when tragedy strikes—her friend, the true author of the stories, succumbs to AIDS. This plunges Violet into turmoil, compounded by the weight of the terrible secret she carries. Compelled to confess, she confides in a member of the colony's board with whom she has become romantically involved. The revelation of her deception leads to Violet's expulsion from the program, grappling with disgrace and searching for a path toward redemption and reconciliation—with herself and those she has inadvertently hurt.
https://regal-house-publishing.mybigcommerce.com/the-bayrose-files/
Diane Wald is a poet and novelist who has worked as a motel manager, library assistant, journal circulation manager, English professor, academic dean, and in-house writer for a national animal welfare organization. She has published five chapbooks, four full-length poetry collections, two novels, and hundreds of poems in literary magazines. Her new book, The Bayrose Files, launches May 17, 2025, from Regal House Publishing. She lives seven miles outside of Boston and 65 miles from Provincetown.
THE BAYROSE FILES
Ambitious young journalist Violet Maris secures a coveted residency at a prestigious artists' and writers' colony in 1980s Provincetown using a file of stories written by a friend. Her intention: to write a captivating exposé. However, Violet's promising start at the colony takes a dark turn when tragedy strikes—her friend, the true author of the stories, succumbs to AIDS. This plunges Violet into turmoil, compounded by the weight of the terrible secret she carries. Compelled to confess, she confides in a member of the colony's board with whom she has become romantically involved. The revelation of her deception leads to Violet's expulsion from the program, grappling with disgrace and searching for a path toward redemption and reconciliation—with herself and those she has inadvertently hurt.
https://regal-house-publishing.mybigcommerce.com/the-bayrose-files/
My goodness, Diane, now I really must try to plan a trip to Provincetown . . . and I'm looking forward to reading your book.
ReplyDeleteIt's really quite astonishing! A completely unique experience...
DeleteThank you! I’d love to know what you think!
DeleteI haven't been to P-Town in almost 40 years. I clearly need to go back! I spend time in West Falmouth a couple of times a year on a solo writing retreat and have a long-running series set in a fixing up town near there. So yes, my heart was captured!
ReplyDeleteIt’s an easy drive from Falmouth 😉
DeleteAnd the drive is so interesting--how the towns change along the way!
Delete(Gah, set in a FICTIONAL town near there.)
DeleteP'Town is a very special place and the people -- locals and tourists alike -- are warm and friendly. And the whale watching tours are superb!
ReplyDeleteIt’s true. I think the wonderful mix of people encourages an atmosphere of good will.
DeleteYes, agreed, it's very much a community of enthusiasm and support!
DeleteI’ve been to Provincetown one time in the fall when we drive around New Arlan’s and hit some places in our bucket list. It rained our entire two days in the Cape, but it did feel somewhat magical. Savannah and Nashville have that feel for me too.
ReplyDeleteWhen you’re an addict like me, even the rainy days are special 😉
DeleteOh, rain on the cape. Boo. What are fun things to do on a rainy Cape day?
DeleteLots of art galleries and antique shops for starters!
DeleteSorry for all the typos. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning. Cape Cod was part of our driving vacation we did in New England in the fall of 2021. I would say our rainy day highlight was eating at the Lobster Pot.
DeleteI've been on the Cape once, but didn't make it to P'town. The Cape itself is magical, I think. Congrats on the new book--will be scouting it out and sharing the news with friends.
ReplyDeleteCan a topographical feature be magical? Because mountains do it for me--whether they are in Eastern Kentucky or rising from the plains in Colorado or the desert in Arizona--anywhere, no matter how big--they draw me like nothing else.
Thank you! And surely mountains ARE pure magic!
DeleteYes, absolutely. I always think about how long they've been there..and how many other eyes have seen them.
DeleteDiane, the book sounds excellent. I believe I visited Provincetown in December 1979. We had a long winter break at Lewis & Clark and I went to the east coast and met up with some friends in Boston. We spent a night on Cape Cod and getting up early and watching the sunrise over the ocean (in my neck of the woods, the sun sets over the ocean) and I'm pretty sure we at least went through P-Town.
ReplyDeleteOne of the places that captured my spirit is the wild Yorkshire moorland. I remember mom reading us The Secret Garden when we were young, and the scene on the moorland with the larks ascending stuck in my mind. Mom reminded us that "daddy was from Yorkshire". I got to visit at age 15 and walk to Top Withens from Haworth and that wild spirit has stayed with me. Luckily, I can also find lots of beauty in nature closer to home.
Thanks! Because of the curve of the Cape, there are actually a couple of beaches where you can see an ocean sunset here too!
DeleteSO funny--I have a big part of one of my books set in Osterville, and I was really careful about where the sun was...
DeleteYes - I'm a native Californian, and it's only right that the sun should set over water - as it does on Buzzard's Bay!
DeleteIs Provincetown on Martha’s Vineyard or on the mainland?
ReplyDeleteIts a long peninsula jutting out from the mainland.
DeleteOn the mainland--at the very very very very end of the cape.
DeleteThank you. Is Provincetown where you catch the ferry from mainland to Martha's Vineyard?
DeleteAnon, ferry is caught at the south end of the peninsula. Provincetown is on the north end. (More or less. After so many years my geography is weak.) Elisabeth
DeleteDiane, that picture of you as a child is flatout adorable. How wonderful, that your parents took you to such a special place, and that it is still inspiring you, all these years later. That is powerful magic, for sure.
ReplyDeleteI've never been to that part of New England, alas. I've always wanted to go to Cape Cod, but it hasn't happened so far. As a midwestern gal, Mackinac Island, and all the surrounding area of Michigan, is more my jam. That blue, blue, icy water, white sand, masses of blooming lilacs, and the endless forests are life-giving.
Oh, thanks—we don’t have many photos of me standing that still.😉 You island sounds amazing!
DeleteYes, I have heard that's a wonderful place! The cape has beach roses, and tall beach grass, and amazing dunes. ANd the bay, AND the ocean. SO different, depending on where you are.
DeleteWelcome, Diane! I've never been to P'town or even Cape Cod. I should probably do that one of these days. But I've always been more of a mountain girl than the ocean, so living in Southwestern PA works for me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment! Every girl has her magic places!
DeleteALways gorgeous!
DeleteDiane, I feel the same way about Provincetown--in some sense, it's a sister city to Key West. Both wonderful characters. Looking forward to your book!
ReplyDeleteSO agree--very like Key West!
DeleteThank you!
DeleteThanks so much and I do hope you like it!
ReplyDeleteDIANE: No, I have never been to Provincetown or any part of Cape Cod IRL.
ReplyDeleteIt does sound like an idyllic spot to visit in summer in childhood or even now.
But I do like reading books with memorable settings.
Right now, I am reading a book set in Avalon, Catalina Island. It is cut off as a rare hurricane hits that part of the coast during a wedding.
OH, that sounds great! (Are you home again?)
DeleteNo, I am adjusting to time zone & temperature drop in Vancouver BC today.
DeleteFlying home to snowy Ottawa Friday night!
DIANE: Welcome to Jungle Red Writers! Congratulations on your new novel.
ReplyDeleteInteresting premise about "kidnapped" by a town. I notice that whenever I return home from a trip, I feel disoriented. My travels to Europe stay in my mind because I loved my time there.
Disoriented— yes!
DeleteI've been to Provincetown no more than a handful of times and only got a superficial feel of it. You filled it out with your personal touch. 😸
ReplyDeleteThat cover is gorgeous! My magical place is Key West. I spent two six week stints there when I was 5 and 6 with my family while my father worked on a project between Penn State and the US Navy. Now I spend every February in Key West; it’s definitely my happy place.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the cover!
DeleteDiane, gorgeous cover and your story sounds fascinating! I've never been to P'town or Cape Cod but I've read so many books set there that I feel like I know it. Hopefully someday I'll get to visit--in the off season!
ReplyDeleteI was kidnapped by England the first time I stepped off a plane at Heathrow airport, and England has never loosened its grip. Thank goodness!
Thank you, and yes, you must go sometime!
ReplyDeleteOh, this sounds fabulous! I was in P'town in the early 1970s. We stayed in North Truro, P'town was beyond our college student budgets, and had a great time. It failed to kidnap me though. That honor goes to the Caribbean. St. Thomas, Sint Maarten, St. Martin in the late 1970s. And let's not forget the Florida Keys in any decade!
ReplyDeleteOkay, spill - Jersey girl to Jersey girl. What drew your family to P'town and not "the Shore"?
Oh, we did do the Shore every now and then, absolutely, for day trips from north Jersey (I grew up in Ramsey)– – but for some reason, we all just loved Cape Cod and felt at home there. My family didn’t have a lot of money for extras, so going to another state for a vacation was quite exotic for us!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on what sounds like a gripping book! I loved your description of being "kidnapped" by Provincetown. I have never been there, but all the comments make me want to visit.
ReplyDeleteHowever, my husband and I were both "kidnapped" by Galicia, Spain, 20 years ago on our first visit to Monforte de Lemos, a small city with a castle on a hill and a beautiful park. It actually wasn't the castle that grabbed us: It was the surrounding countryside and small, ancient stone villages. We bought and restored an old stone house that was a vacation home for many, many years. It's hard to convey what is such a pull from the landscape: layered green hills, mist rising from the vales, the call of the cuckoo's in the woods, neighbors sharing home-made wine ... We live in North Portugal now (which we love) and still come to Galicia for periodic visits. And still Galicia has such a hold on us. The friendships are for life; the landscape still inspires.
Spain is fabulous--spent some time in Granada many years ago--soooooo interesting. And the music!
DeleteOh, Diane, Provincetown kidnapped me as a sophomore in high school. And after all 60 odd years, I never return…too afraid the magic of those 2 or 3 days of my first “no grownups” vacation would be spoiled. Just a reader, not a writer, so the memory just sits in my brain and heart. Grateful for yours going on paper. Elisabeth
ReplyDeleteHi, Diane! How delightful. I love P-town although it's been a long time since I've been there. Looking forward to revisiting it in The Bayrose Files.
ReplyDeleteDiane, I'm convinced the best books are those that are born out of a deep love for the place their set in, so I'm excited to read The Bayrose Files. There must be a German word for the sensation of deep belonging to a location that's not actually your home...
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of there being a word for it!
DeleteI'm afraid I still haven't experienced New England. Other places have "captured" me though. Edinburgh, Scotland. Deadwood, SD. The French Quarter of New Orleans. I spent a lot of time there in high school, just exploring. Galveston Island, Texas, the beach of my childhood, where my parents met during WW2, where I still like to return to and explore.
ReplyDeleteYour book sounds fascinating, Diane!
what a terrific list!
DeleteThanks for reading about it!
ReplyDeleteThe first writing workshop I ever took was at the Provincetown Fine Arts Work Center and I connected with some wonderful writing pals. I've been back many times but never written about it. I got entranced by Beaufort, South Carolina and set a book there, though I changed the name since I couldn't begin to learn what I'd have needed to know about its storied past.
ReplyDeleteYes, very wise!
DeleteHow interesting! In the olden days when I was there (the 70s), they hadn't even started giving workshops yet. Now it's a thriving effort, very well respected.
ReplyDeleteI understand, Diane. I've only been to Provincetown once, long ago--I took a ferry there when I was living in Boston, explored all day, and took the boat back at the end of the day. I thought it was a great place! And, yes, I know all about being captured by a place and wanting to write about it--that's exactly how I feel about my adopted hometown of Bern, Switzerland, and it's the reason I write the Polizei Bern series.
ReplyDeleteYour books are a perfect example! xx
DeleteDiane, I'm really interested in the redemption or not of Violet. Passing off someone else's writing hits a sore point with me, as I had someone plagiarize a paper in grad school (luckily I had submitted mine a week before she did), and I had someone plagiarize a review I did. I do hope there ends up being a way of contrition for her that works.
ReplyDeleteOf course, your setting from what you've said and others here makes Providence a place I'd love to learn more about. I've never been there, but I would like to visit it and other points on the east coast. I think the place I was most smitten with was Key West. My daughter taught school down there for a year, and my son worked there one summer. It's been about 18 years since then, and I've only been back once since then, but it was a happy place for me. I at one time wanted to live there. I'm not sure I'd have the energy for there now. I need somewhere a bit quieter and less crowded.
You can get the scoop from Lucy/Roberta! And yes, the IP stealing is indeed a sore point. You must have been SO angry! xx
DeleteFriends of mine own a restaurant in Provincetown called The Squealing Pig, which I recommend. The first time I visited Provincetown as an adult I was a little stunned by the crowds and irritated by lack of parking but now I get there early on day trips and just enjoy the people watching.
ReplyDeleteI think the closest I have come to being kidnapped by a town is Concord, MA. There is something quite magical to me about the contrast between charming 21st century present and the history that is all around. Orchard House at one end, a fabulous bookstore at another, ice cream - what else does one need?
Diane: We just love P'town. How appropriate for this post as the Lobster Pot opens today (4/11/2025). I could fill this space with the names of all of their great restaurants. This is a concentration of deliciousness that you won't find outside of NYC! We spend long weekends there often and relax in the luxury of The Crowne Pointe Inn. In the summer, we marvel at the Broadway talent that escapes to P'town to perform. As far as a kidnapping is concerned, in 1974, my college roommate and I spent many evenings on the Cliff Walk in Newport watching Robert Redford film The Great Gatsby. My roommate had a home on Jamestown, RI. With the anniversary of the book and the Broadway play in its second year, my heart is joyfully remembering this experience that will live on forever!
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