The Pink House in Newbury, Massachusetts, in the middle of the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge.
What’s not to love about a building called a “spite house”? In an essay in the New York Times, writer Kate Bolick discusses her dream of owning the Plum Island Pink House, a forlorn, decaying structure in Newbury, MA set in the middle of a salt marsh. The romantic, reclusive home stands alone for a reason; built by a recently divorced husband for his ex-wife as a condition of their separation, it’s an exact duplicate of their shared home, just uncomfortably moored in the middle of remote wetlands and constructed without any running fresh water. The square loner is part of a small but ignoble tradition of spite houses, buildings created for malice instead of comfort, meant to irritate or enrage neighbors, or occasionally piss off anyone unfortunate enough to be dwelling inside.