Yesterday I finished reading Richard Russo's newly released novel, That Old Cape Magic. Russo is one of my favorite novelists (if you're not familiar with his work, start with Straight Man), and this book doesn't disappoint.
Reading it, I often thought of the attraction that Cape Cod holds for many people. Its supposed charms and allure elude me. Nantucket? Yes, of course. Martha's Vineyard? Sure. But the Cape? Bleh.
Fortunately for me, the characters are what make Russo's novels so wonderful, not the locales.