Step into the golden days of 1932, where Keuka college girls wandered arm-in-arm, cocoa steamed, and mystery of the bluff still whispered, in this visual essay.

Anyway hello

They don’t really teach you how to write novels in school. It would require at least a full year of slow, patient practice—and that’s not how workshops are designed. So I had to teach myself.

I started when I was thirty. I’m forty-seven now, and I think I’m finally starting to get it.

I spoke about the book’s history to The New Yorker, the New York Times, and on podcasts.

And sold it for $14,000 at auction.

So, I received a great gift from Eve, 100 years after the book was written. And I still don’t fully understand why.

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In July 1964, teenagers were lying on the hoods of Chevys, watching stars blink above Keuka Lake, daring each other to jump from the docks. The air carried humidity and expectancy, the same ache that was alive then is still alive today.

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Welcome to Legends of the Lost—the podcast where forgotten stories get a second chance to haunt us.

This is Season One: The Bluff Point Ruins—and it all starts with a dig. A dream. And a man who vanished before anyone could ask the right questions.

Full episode: open.spotify.com/episode/1AH7...

"Fascination is the relation the gaze entertains—a relation which is itself neutral and impersonal. With sightless, shapeless, depth, the absence he sees because it is blinding."

-Maurice Blanchot, The Essential Solitude

From my latest essay for The Dim: Essays on Mystery, Memory, and the Unseen

🌒 The Lost Civilization Hypothesis — Could the Bluff Point Ruins be remnants of a people erased from history?

This one's for the mystery-lovers, the myth-chasers, and those of us who wonder what history forgot to tell us.

#bluffpointruins #fingerlakes #hiddenhistories

Meet the original grammar queen of Kentucky: Magnolia Scoville.

She earned her master’s from Columbia, corrected children's get well cards, and once told a nephew, “Some people just look better going than coming.”

Introducing the no-nonsense, feather-hatted force that was my great-great grandaunt.

Vikings, Druids, Etruscans—oh my.

At Bluff Point, the mystery was tantalizing: massive monolithic slabs, graded embankments, and parallel stone walls, constructed with a level of intent that seemed to defy simple explanation.

Let's look at the European Contact theory.

#BluffPoint #LostHistory

Standing on Bluff Point in the early 1800s, you might have noticed scattered stones in strange pattern and the occasional monolithic slab jutting from the earth.

Like something you might see in Scotland, not in New York's Finger Lakes.

So, who built them?

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🌓 Some places refuse to be forgotten. Some mysteries won’t let go.

I’ve launched a new series, "The Dim: Essays on Mystery, Memory, and the Unseen." The first essay is free to read—about the Bluff Point Ruins, a lost mystery in the Finger Lakes.

#History #Folklore #LostPlaces #WritingCommunity

Hey, I’m Nina—writer, researcher, and storyteller exploring history’s hidden corners. I write about the mysteries of lost places like #BluffPointRuins

If you love weird history & the ways the past seems linger, stick around.

Tell me: What’s a historical mystery that haunts you?

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