
Let's be fair. By the
mid-twentieth, global outlook and style in Massachusetts may have been on the road toward joking matter (or at least I think so—John Wieners is an inscrutable spectre), but this, Salem's supposed 'House of the Seven Gables," is a gem.
Real, old clapboard and
real, old windows may be my most favorite attributes in any American house, and here they SING. My personal experience of this town (and general region) was a difficult one, but as an image and a notion, as a wholly separate object, this house is gorgeous and meaningful—a call for substance in style.
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