My Sunset Rendezvous is the title of the book I wrote about the sharks who were my companions for many years in Tahiti. We met at sunset. When they were finned and massacred by a company from Singapore, I wrote down their story so that the world would find out -- what they were like, and what had happened to them.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A Commentary on my Book
This was from one of the reviewers who went over some of the book for me:
"I can only say that I read your work with no real expectation of anything. I anticipated that we would share certain basic attitudes and a general affinity for the wilderness, but beyond that we come from such different backgrounds and follow such different paths that your book could have been anything.
In truth, I wondered how many descriptions of reef fish I could take before I lost interest.
My response is purely to what I encountered.
And I am accustomed to reading all manner of material, from convoluted scientific theses to political rhetoric, and high blown visionary ramblings. That much of it is written by people I am very fond of, matters little.
You have a rare talent. It is, I suspect, an artist's eye applied to writing: the acuteness of detail; the consciousness of context and proportion. Each word is a brush stroke consciously applied. Most people use words like confetti; sprinkle enough of them in a general area and something like the impression intended is created. I do so myself frequently, when I'm being careless. Neither the impression being conveyed or the meaning of the words is understood clearly.
I seldom meet people who understand them with precision and are not bores.
Your clarity of intent is stunning, and beautiful.
As a wordsmith, I recognise and acknowledge rare mastery.
As a traveller who has picked up and cast aside the best of world literature in a thousand hostelries on half a dozen continents and countless islands, I recognise a book I would share with people I considered friends. That's all it is.
And 3 chapters into a subject I am not especially interested in, I am waiting with a low, gnawing hunger for more.
That alone tells me I have found something special.
I have been lured to the doorstep of a Tolkein-esque world and primed, ready to meet an array of inhabitants I have barely imagined yet know I will come to love.