The Swimmer
February 04 2016 07:06 AM
The pond in which I would begin my swim is called Menemsha, and is the second-westernmost body of water along the island’s southern shore. J.’s family has a house up the hill from it, and it was while I was staying there, six summers before, that I had decided that one day I would reenact a version of John Cheever’s short story ‘‘The Swimmer’’ by swimming across the entire length of the island, a 20-mile-long necklace of skinny fingers of land linking dozens of saltwater lakes and ponds, so many of them that when you look at a map, the coastline resembles something that’s been nibbled on by a family of mice.
A Brisk Swim Across Martha's Vineyard | Hanya Yanagihara
T Magazine, New York Times, February 4 2016
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Photograph: George Steinmetz