A Writer in a Living Novel

A wicked good read:

The novelist Carolyn Chute doesn’t have a working phone, a fax, or a computer. She writes on a washtub-size electric typewriter that was probably state of the art in the ’70s. Ms. Chute (pronounced CHOOT) and her husband, Michael, live in a small compound at the end of an unpaved road in this rural Maine village near the New Hampshire border. There are stacks of old tires in the yard, a rusted bedstead, a pen full of Scottish terriers, and an assortment of well-used vehicles. A bumper sticker on Mr. Chute’s pickup reads, "School Takes 13 Years Because That’s How Long It Takes to Break a Child’s Spirit."