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From: George Huxtable (no email)
Date: Sat Apr 23 2005 - 18:57:57 EDT
I enjoy reading about small-boat voyages in deep waters, even though I
never make them myself, and from time to time report to Nav-L recommending
books that I've enjoyed, as do other listmembers.
So it seems only proper, having read a book on a small-boat voyage which I
definitely HAVEN'T enjoyed, so say so and warn off others, about the
aspects I so disliked.
The book is "My old man and the sea", by David and Daniel Hays (Headline
publishing, 1995). It seemed so promising, a round-the Horn voyage by a
father and son, made in 1985. They had made an interesting choice of craft;
a Vertue, the solid, chunky longkeeler of only 25 feet, designed in the
1930's by Laurent Giles, which , built in wood, has many successful ocean
passages to its credit. The Hays' version was in glass fibre, and
interestingly, they decided to do without an engine for their voyage, from
Connecticut through Panama, Eastward round the Horn, and back.
The book is written in alternating passages: by the father (mostly about
his son) and by the son (mostly about his father). They become a mutual
admiration society, and no detail of their relationship is too trivial to
be dwelt on, sometimes at great length. There are pages and pages of
sentimental guff about that father-son bond, to such an extent that those
aspects of the voyage that would interest us; the boat, the navigation, the
landfalls and harbours are thoroughly neglected. There are long passages of
over-emotional family history thrown in, such as a protracted and
irrelevant account of the death of the father's father.
And then, the family is Jewish. Nothing the matter with that, except that
the reader is constantly reminded of it every few pages, from the candles
at Hanukah to the odd Rabbi joke. What's that got to do with a story of a
voyage, indeed?
Making stops at isolated harbours, Easter Island and Falklands, the authors
show little interest in or regard for the way of life of the inhabitants.
Nor does any great love for the sea show through in the writing: indeed, an
occasional quote from Conrad shows up, by contrast, what a real artist in
words could put together. The whole voyage appears as an Exploit, a
rite-of-passage for testing that father-son bond.
As for how the navigation was done, in those days before GPS, I am little
the wiser. The only references are to very-occasional occasional noon
observation of the Sun. If there were times when the Sun didn't show, it
seemed to have occasioned no worry or anxiety.
I stuck with the book right to the end, and it was with some relief when it
was finished.
It may be, of course, that the aspects of the book that I hated might well
appeal to another reader. If others have tackled it, I would be interested
in their opinions.
George.
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