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"In the small town of Amagansett, perched on Long Island's windswept coast, generations have followed the same calling as their forefathers, fishing the dangerous Atlantic waters. Little has changed in the three centuries since white settlers drove the Montaukett Indians from the land. But for Conrad Labarde, a second-generation Basque immigrant recently returned from the Second World War, and his fellow fisherman Rollo Kemp, this stability is shattered when a beautiful New York socialite turns up dead in their nets." On the face of it, her death ...
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"In the small town of Amagansett, perched on Long Island's windswept coast, generations have followed the same calling as their forefathers, fishing the dangerous Atlantic waters. Little has changed in the three centuries since white settlers drove the Montaukett Indians from the land. But for Conrad Labarde, a second-generation Basque immigrant recently returned from the Second World War, and his fellow fisherman Rollo Kemp, this stability is shattered when a beautiful New York socialite turns up dead in their nets." On the face of it, her death was accidental, but deputy police chief Tom Hollis - an incomer from New York - is convinced the truth lies in the intricate histories and family secrets of Amagansett's inhabitants. Meanwhile the enigmatic Labarde is pursuing his own investigation.
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Editorial Reviews

Liesl Schillinger
While retaining some of the key components of a mystery -- drowned heiress, secret romance, hidden crimes and seething class tensions -- [Mills] stuffs his book's supple center with hypertestosteroned subplots in a bid to reach beyond the genre for something grander.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
A mysterious drowning rekindles a conflict between a Basque-American fisherman and a powerful Long Island family in screenwriter Mills's smart, complex debut novel, a fascinating murder mystery that begins in the post-WWII years when Conrad Labarde hauls up the body of Lillian Wallace in his net while earning his livelihood in the waters off the Hamptons. At first the drowning looks like a tragic accident, but when the autopsy report raises the possibility of murder and Labarde's history with the Wallaces is uncovered, police chief Tom Hollis suspects Labarde of playing a central role in Lillian's death. Further investigation, however, casts suspicion on the powerful Wallace family, specifically Lillian's former boyfriend, Justin Penrose, and her ambitious brother Manfred, the latter of whom may have been involved in a deadly hit-and-run accident. As Mills weaves together the various plot threads, he ably paints the Hamptons as a social battleground for the local fisherman, the Jewish residents and the wealthier sport fishermen. Mills saves his trump card for the climax, in which Labarde baits Manfred Wallace into a final confrontation while cleverly forcing Hollis to play a pivotal role in their face-off. Probing, morally nuanced and rich with period detail, this is a fine first novel. Agent, Jennifer Rudolph Walsh. Foreign rights sold in Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Holland, Italy, Japan, Norway, Spain, Sweden and the U.K. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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It is 1947, and GI Conrad Labarde has returned to his working-class Long Island town. A first-generation Basque fisherman, he is all too familiar with the wide financial and cultural disparity between Amagansett's year-rounders and the tony Manhattanites who flock each summer to their mansions by the sea. But times are changing in postwar America, and when Labarde finds the body of a beautiful young woman tangled in his nets, the Hamptons set is rocked to its core. Why did this woman leave the country club, and what did she know about the hit-and-run death of a young girl on the night of a summer dance? The rich may be different, but are they above the law? For Deputy Chief of Police Tom Hollis, the mystery exposes his troubled past and opens a door to the future. For Labarde, it nearly costs him his life. Screenwriter Mills's debut novel is a taut, suspenseful drama filled with well-crafted characters and wonderful descriptions of Long Island. Its solid plot and tantalizing subject matter will win over many readers; highly recommended.-Susan Clifford Braun, Aerospace Corp., El Segundo, CA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Strong debut melodrama, solid as granite, not a cliche in sight. Screenwriter Mills's research into Long Island's South Fork fishing village of Amagansett as it was in 1947 stands forth with superb detail. The story draws its subject matter from village lore, from wondrous fishing scenes (especially for giant tuna), and from the invasion of the town by wealthy snobs-who allow no Jews on the fancy golf course. Conrad Labarde, son of Basque fishermen, and his retarded mate Rollo are hauling a seine into shore when it becomes clear that there's a woman's body in with the fish and big shark in their net. She's Lillian Wallace, a millionaire's daughter and, as we later learn, Conrad's secret lover-secret since her family would never approve of an affair with a fisherman. Conrad thinks she was murdered and begins a private investigation. Meanwhile, Deputy Sheriff Tom Hollis, with slightly more evidence, comes to the same thought and also begins his own secret investigation. The reader weighs various suspects until, halfway through, Mills lets us know who the bad guys are, although with no loss of suspense. So this is less murder mystery than, well, epic drama peopled with leathery fishermen, gabby townsfolk, and big-spending mansion dwellers. As background, perhaps a fifth of the pages fill in Conrad's incredible war record of fighting Nazis all over Europe, experience that develops his charisma and underpins the climax. Typical native lingo: "I got a mess o' clams and a bluefish needs eating. I'd boil up a lobster, only I'm sick to the hind teeth of the damned things."Sea, sky, tossing waves, curling whitecaps, foam, rowboats cutting through a wild unrest (as Whitman puts it)-not to mentionhigh humor and heartfelt sex. Agent: Stephanie Cabot/William Morris
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780007184750
  • Publisher: Ulverscroft Large Print Books, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 6/1/2004
  • Format: Cassette

Meet the Author

Mark Mills is a screenwriter; among his credits is the script for "The Reckoning", adapted from Barry Unsworth's novel Morality Play. Mills lives with his family.

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AMAGANSETT


By MARK MILLS

G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

Copyright © 2004 Mark Mills
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-399-15184-2


Chapter One

"Conrad. Conrad..."

The first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon when Conrad was roused from his slumber by Rollo's hollering. Conrad only ever slumbered, he never slept, not the sleep of a child, dead to the world, its oversized surroundings. One small part of his brain kept constant vigil, snatching at the slightest noise or shift in smell. It no longer bothered him. He accepted it for what it was: a part of him now, like the scar in his side and the remorseless throb of his damaged knee.

The boards groaned under his feet as he shuffled from his shack onto the narrow deck that ringed it. The sharp salt air stabbed his lungs, raw from too many cigarettes the previous evening. As if in reprimand, an overflowing ashtray still sat on the arm of the slatted wooden chair out front. A book lay facedown on an upturned fish crate beside the molten remains of a candle and an all-but-empty bottle of cheap Imperial whiskey.

He had read deep into the night, the bugs dancing dangerously close to the candle flame until it had finally sputtered and died. The waxing moon, so high and prominent at dusk, had long departed, having run her early course; and for a further hour he had sat in the deep darkness, breathing in time to the beat of the waves beyond the high beach-bank, sleep rising up around him like the unseen tide, his mind numbed by the liquor, his body by the blanket of night dew settling over him.

Conrad stared at the chair, unable to recall the short stroll he must surely have made from the abandoned perch to his bed.

"Conrad. Conrad..."

The cries were closer now, carried on the breeze, but Rollo was nowhere to be seen among the tumbling dunes. Conrad guessed that when he finally appeared he'd be flailing his arms like a windmill. He always did, when he was excited or running. Right now, it sounded like he was doing both.

A few moments later Rollo hove in sight. Sure enough, his arms were slicing the air. He bounded down the face of the dune, hurdling a large clump of beach grass, stumbling momentarily but recovering his footing. He was panting, sucking in air, when he finally drew to a halt by the shack. Conrad waited for him to catch his breath.

Rollo's lank dark hair was streaked by the sun and the salt air as it always was at this time of year. When he finally looked up and smiled, his teeth stood out like bleached bone against the deep amber of his skin.

"You're not wearin' no clothes."

"Well, what do you know?" Conrad allowed a note of mild irritation to creep into his voice.

"Go get togged up."

"This better be good."

"Oh, it's good, it's good."

They paused as they reached the top of the high dune that separated Conrad's isolated home from the ocean. Overhead, a handful of stars winked their final farewells in the brightening sky. Beneath them, the broad beach stretched off to the western horizon, one hundred miles of almost unbroken sand, straight as a yardarm, reaching into the heart of New York City.

A few miles to the east, beyond the sandy lowlands of Napeague where they now stood, rose the high ground of Montauk, a noble up-thrust of ridged and pitted glacial moraine at the very tip of the South Fork-Long Island's last defiant cry before it tumbled into the oblivion of the Atlantic. Beyond lay nothing but water... and the lost dreams of the Old World.

The ocean was suspiciously calm and limpid, the towering breakers the only indication of the powerful forces that lurked beneath its pewter skin. Even from here, Conrad could see that the longshore set was still running west to east-a sporadic event that occurred when a tendril of warm water broke free of the Gulf Stream, snaking northwards, assisted on its lazy passage by a sustained southwesterly blow.

The marked rise in sea temperature was welcomed by the ever-increasing number of "city people" who populated the ocean beach from Memorial Day to Labor Day. It lured them beyond the relative safety of the crashing surf into the deeper water with its counterintuitive jostle of currents. Fortunately, the warmer waters were awash with bait, and with the bait came the predators, bluefish and striped bass, which in turn attracted an even larger predator-man.

Many owed their lives to the happy conjunction of treacherous swimming conditions and increased fishing activity off the ocean beach. Many were those who'd been plucked limp and spluttering from the water into one of the cumbersome little dories used by the local surfmen. Once deposited safely on the beach, embarrassment-more often than not-would get the better of gratitude, and they'd hurry off, eager to banish the memory, casting a few mumbled words of thanks over their shoulders as they went. This wasn't always the case.

Everyone knew the story of Gus Bowyer, how he had returned to his shingled home on Atlantic Avenue one afternoon to find a gleaming new motorcar standing beside the old barn out back. The handwritten note attached to the windshield meant little to Gus, who was unable to read or write, and he'd been obliged to wait two puzzling hours for his wife's return from Montauk, where she worked as a dispatch clerk for the Long Island Rail Road. Within a few minutes of crossing the threshold, Edna Bowyer informed her husband that they were now the proud owners of a Dodge Special Type-B Sedan-a gift from a gangling New York architect whom Gus had saved from near-certain drowning off the ocean beach the previous month.

News of the couple's windfall soon spread, and for the remainder of the summer, bathers who were even so much as tumbled by a wave would find themselves descended upon by a pack of alert and overly obliging local fishermen. Edna, a pillar of Puritan common sense, had urged Gus to return the overstated vehicle to the Halsey Auto Company in East Hampton and recoup the purchase price in cash. God knows, they needed the money. Twenty-two years on, they still needed the money, and Gus was still driving the hulking Dodge around the back roads of Amagansett.

"She's on the turn," said Rollo, meaning the set, not the tide. The wind had come around overnight. By noon the vast body of water in motion would grind to a halt, then slowly turn back on itself. The natural order would prevail once more with the current scouring the coast from east to west. Interesting, but hardly worthy of a predawn rousing.

"Remind me to be angry with you when I wake," muttered Conrad, turning to leave.

"Whale off!"

Everyone knew the call to arms, though it was no longer heard on the South Fork of Long Island, the days of shore whaling some forty years past. Conrad turned back slowly.

"Bound east'rd inside the bar."

"You sure?"

"'Less you saw a fifty-foot bass before," grinned Rollo, pleased with his riposte.

They scanned the ocean in silence, with just the hoarse cries of a few black-backed gulls wheeling overhead on dawn patrol. Suddenly, Rollo's arm shot out. A patch of whorls and eddies ruffled the still surface of the ocean a hundred yards directly offshore. A few moments later, the whale broke water and blew-two distinct jets, fanned by the wind, caught in the sun's earliest rays.

"Right whale," observed Rollo, identifying the species from its forked spout. But Conrad was already gone, padding down the side of the dune onto the beach. The whale blew four more times before sounding.

For over an hour they tracked the leviathan on its journey eastwards, their faces warmed by the rising sun. They walked in silence, not needing to share their thoughts.

Right whales hadn't been sighted off Amagansett for decades. Hunted to near extinction, they had once been a cornerstone of life on the South Fork. Three hundred years previously when a straggle of English families first appeared in the woods a few miles to the west, they found the local Montaukett Indians already preying on the migrating schools that roamed the ocean beach, going off through the treacherous winter surf in their dugout canoes. With the crude geometry of a child, those first white settlers pegged out a community around a slender marsh, fashioning cellar-shelters from the trees they had felled, naming their new home Maidstone, after the English town in the county of Kent where most had sprung from.

Fourteen years later, when the hamlet rechristened itself East Hampton, the dwellings had crept above ground, the early "soddies" replaced by New England saltbox houses clad in cypress shingles and insulated against the sharp winters with seaweed and corncobs; the marsh had been excavated to create the town pond; and the townsmen were in effective control of a small, burgeoning, and highly profitable shore-whaling industry.

"Away with you. Hoooo. Woooo."

Conrad was dimly aware that they'd passed the Napeague Coast Guard station. Now Rollo was striding towards the water's edge, waving his arms in front of him. The whale had altered its course and was heading inshore at an angle to the beach. With a lazy flick of its giant flukes, it sounded.

"She's goin' to beach," cried Rollo. He started running, set on heading the whale off.

When Conrad caught up with him, he was standing in the wash, oblivious to the waves breaking around him, scouring the ocean. Without warning, the whale surfaced beyond the white water to their left. At this short distance, the sheer bulk of the creature was overwhelming. It filled their field of vision, deadening all other senses.

"Hooo. Woooo. Yaaaaa. YAAAA-"

A rogue wave caught Rollo broadside, slapping the wind from his lungs, sending him sprawling. Conrad hauled him to his feet, dragging him up the beach, but Rollo pulled free, Stumbling back into the wash. The waves became clouded with rile, churned sand where the whale had grounded.

Conrad was struck by the bitter irony of the sight-Rollo Kemp, grandson of the legendary whaleman Cap'n Josh Kemp, the last man to take a whale off the ocean beach; Rollo Kemp pathetically hurling handfuls of wet sand in a vain bid to save a creature his grandfather had devoted a lifetime to slaughtering. Laughter filled his head. It was a few moments before he realized the sound was coming from behind him.

Gabe Cowan, chief boatswain's mate of the Napeague Coast Guard station, stood chortling uncontrollably, his creased face like weathered oilskin. A good-natured man, and a first-rate fiddler till arthritis turned his hands to gnarled claws, Conrad's reproachful look seemed only to amuse him further.

"It's them krill," said Gabe.

"What?"

"Come up on the Gulf Stream then pushed inshore. She's feedin', off of the krill." He laughed some more.

Beyond the prancing figure of Rollo, the whale had turned parallel to the beach, sieving its breakfast from the ocean.

Conrad hurried over to Rollo. "Rollo, she's feeding..."

Deaf to his words, Rollo's face was wet with spray and tears. Conrad seized him, binding his arms to his sides, holding him tight.

"It's okay, she's just feeding on krill," he said gently. Rollo's struggles subsided, his eyes searching Conrad's face.

"Never seen it before," muttered Gabe, appearing beside them. "Sight to behold, boys, sight to behold."

Conrad only released Rollo when he started to laugh. "Go get 'em," he yelled. "Go get 'em krill!"

Maybe his cries startled the whale; more than likely she had had her fill; but with some difficulty she swung herself around and headed offshore, presenting first her small end and then the giant fan of her tail as she kicked below the surface. They waited, watching. She showed briefly just beyond the outer bar, blowing only once before disappearing for good.

A summer flounder flapped weakly at the edge of the wash, stunned by its encounter with the whale.

"Well, what do you know..." said Gabe, taking two nimble strides and stamping down with the heel of his boot. "Lunch."

They accompanied Gabe back to the Coast Guard station, reflecting on what they had just witnessed. As far as any of them knew, the coastal wanderings of right whales had always been confined to the colder months, June at the very latest. What was it doing here at this time of year? Had it been alone? Where was it headed? Conrad contributed his share of idle banter, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The episode was somehow emblematic of the times. It was as though the turbulence of the past years had infected the ocean as well, disturbing the natural rhythms, disorienting its occupants.

"You boys figure on haulin' down?" asked Gabe.

Rollo looked to Conrad to reply. They had planned to take the morning off, treat themselves to a well-earned rest, maybe set a gill net off Shagwong later in the day.

"Seeing as we're up," said Conrad, and Rollo beamed.

"Set's on the turn. Be one hell of a chop out there come noon."

"How else we going to make you earn that wage?"

"That ain't no wage, it's a goddamn insult."

"Man your age, scavenging for his lunch?" said Conrad. "The shame of it."

Gabe glanced at the dead flounder and laughed. "That's the truth."

Everyone knew that Gabe had squirreled away a small fortune over the years, largely thanks to a case of temporary blindness contracted during Prohibition.

"Wouldn't bank on much of a haul," said Gabe. "When the wind's from the east, the fish is least."

He wandered up the beach to the Coast Guard station, a grandiose weatherboard affair perched high on the frontal dune.

Conrad turned to Rollo. "Thanks" he said.

"Huh?"

"For waking me."

Rollo smiled. "Told you it was good."

They ate a full breakfast on the front deck of Conrad's house as they did every morning, weather permitting. The menu never changed-pork belly and eggs fried side by side in a skillet, sourdough bread smeared with butter, and strong coffee, black as caulking tar, thick enough to float a nail. Afterwards, over a smoke, they would discuss the fishing prospects for the day ahead, trading the little hearsays that were the lifeblood of the fishing community. "Old Emmett took a full charge of cow bass on the Two Mile Hollow set, none of them under thirty pound," Rollo would say, or "Lindy says the bluefish is running off of Cedar Point."

To Conrad, there was something deeply pleasing about the mundanity of his morning routine with Rollo, its repetitive, unchanging nature. He would have been disappointed if, having hauled on his stiff black waders, Rollo hadn't promptly struggled out of them again, announcing that he needed to relieve himself-the click of the chest straps acting as some kind of Pavlovian trigger that also spared him the chore of loading the gear.

The equipment was stored in a barn behind the house. Windblown sand had banked up against its sides, giving the impression it had risen up out of the ground, pushing its way through the soft mantel. The barn's clean hard lines belied the muddle inside.

Continues...


Excerpted from AMAGANSETT by MARK MILLS Copyright © 2004 by Mark Mills. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2008

    WELL WORTH IT!

    Exceptionally well-written. I found myself becoming attached to the characters, as though I were related to them and personally concerned with their well-being. The plot line was captivating, and the author's rich descriptions had me re-reading portions simply for the beauty contained in his descriptions. In my opinion, this book is well worth reading...

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A fantatic reading experience

    By 1947, Amagansett, like much of this part of Long island, is undergoing a radical change as Manhattan¿s rich and famous invade the small fishing villages and farmlands that have made up this area. While the farmers and fishermen toil year round, the wealthy have made the Hamptons a summer playground to escape the urban heat.................................................. Still the catch in the Atlantic remains terrific though dangerous so fishermen like immigrant Basque Conrad Labarde and his helper Rollo cast nets almost daily to earn a living. This time Conrad catches the body of a young woman. Deputy Chief of Police Tom Hollis investigates the death to ascertain whether a murder has occurred. To accomplish his assignment, Tom must enter the sanctimonious sanctuary of the opulent newcomers though he feels out of his element as he is made to feel like a working stiff questioning his betters in their feudal society. Not that Tom¿s attitude is different since he snobbishly sees the outsiders as being stars of a Fitzgerald novel especially when the family of the deceased prefers to hide the truths involving their dead daughter............................ Though on the surface AMAGANSETT is a historical village police procedural, the story line is actually more of a character study at a time when great upheaval impacts this part of Long Island as centuries old lifestyle is changing. Thus, the tale reads more like a a post World War II whodunit with an emphasis on the history. The cast is a delightful lot that enables the audience to compare the beleaguered working class of farmers and fishermen to the wealthy invaders as revolution has come to the Hamptons...................................... Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 17, 2009

    Want more from this author

    I hope he keeps writing. He has a talent for atmosphere.

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  • Posted November 30, 2008

    An excellent read

    I found this book hard to put down. Any book that immediately gets my attention and is hard to put down is a good book in my mind. I would agree that the character development was a little drawn out at times but I still found it interesting and a worthwhile read. I am not usually one for mysteries but the combination of historical fiction and mystery worked well in this book. I also found the ending to be quite good - a bit different than expected.<BR/><BR/>Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2006

    Fairly Captivating

    I can appreciate where the author was taking the reader. The book gets unnecessarily bogged down in character descriptions - I couldn't tell if it was going to come into play later or not. Unfortunately, I didn't find that it did. Of course, I also don't really get the ending - the very ending, that is. Anyway, it's a good read, but I don't know that it warrants any more than three stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2006

    Absolutely top notch

    I just finished reading this book and it is absolutely top notch. Information is carefully doled out bit by bit. The suspense is chilling and the plot is absorbing. I'm not one who is easily impressed. I'm a retired librarian who has read 2-3 books a week since childhood. Am greatly looking forward to this author's next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2004

    Excellent Book

    THIS BOOK IS VERY CAPTIVATIING AND RICHLY WRITTEN.

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  • Posted May 31, 2013

    Very engaging

    It has a good story line. Character development is done with depth, which is one of the things that made this a good read for me. My only criticism (as a landlubber, born and raised in Kansas) is the level of detail devoted to fishing. Just not one of my things.

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  • Posted July 29, 2011

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    Clever Story

    Also published under the title 'The Whaleboat House'

    Amagansett is a clever story set in 1947, in a small working class village east of the Hamptons. The white sandy beaches and dunes have been inhabited by rugged fishermen for years and have come to attract the wealthy and cultured city folk during their summer vacation. As travel became easier, a different class of people frequented the area, rich sports fisherman put a strain on locals whose livelihood depended on the ocean's bounty for their survival. Where tension grows, trouble is sure to follow'..

    Its central plot: part mystery, part thriller and part historical fiction involves money, elite members of society, conniving bad guys, corrupt law enforcement, a war hero and a sexy cop. It opens when Conrad Labarde and Rollo Kemp, fishermen, snag what appears to be a dead weight. When they pull it out of the water much to their horror they discover the body of Lillian Wallace, a beautiful socialite and daughter of a powerful man.

    Deputy Chief Tom Hollis is lead investigator and one of his first priorities is to question family and friends. This turns out to be quite a challenge, the locals are not cooperative and all appear to be hiding something. To make things worse, his superiors pressure him from the other side, they want him to wrap up his investigation without delay and declare the incident an accidental drowning and move on. Something smells fishy'..

    The storyline meanders at times, slowly unraveling into a 'who-done-it' coloured with local myths that are expertly told through fisherman folklore and tales of the sea that go back to the times of the Montaukette Indians. A flashback to the war and other nuggets of history and some tender love moments all add colour to the story.

    This tale is powerfully told and shines in its depiction of the fishermen's ways of life and their sacrifices during the war. The dialogue, characterization and plotting are riveting. Some may find the pacing to be a bit slow, I did at first but soon found myself absorbed in this intricately woven tale. This is an excellent and captivating novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2005

    Read this book to fall asleep

    Rambling character descriptions left me wondering what page I was on, not enough action. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere, another long drawn out character evolvement stopped the action. I bought this book months ago and am still trying to get through it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2005

    william frederick

    Enjoyed the style for first effort from this author. Thought I was on to a little of modern day F. Scott. Plot and character development ended up disappointing and weak. Better luck next time.

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