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Blue Latitudes: Boldly Going Where Captain Cook Has Gone Before
     

Blue Latitudes: Boldly Going Where Captain Cook Has Gone Before

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by Tony Horwitz
 

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In an exhilarating tale of historic adventure, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Confederates in the Attic retraces the voyages of Captain James Cook, the Yorkshire farm boy who drew the map of the modern world

Captain James Cook's three epic journeys in the 18th century were the last great voyages of discovery. His ships sailed 150,000

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In an exhilarating tale of historic adventure, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Confederates in the Attic retraces the voyages of Captain James Cook, the Yorkshire farm boy who drew the map of the modern world

Captain James Cook's three epic journeys in the 18th century were the last great voyages of discovery. His ships sailed 150,000 miles, from the Artic to the Antarctic, from Tasmania to Oregon, from Easter Island to Siberia. When Cook set off for the Pacific in 1768, a third of the globe remained blank. By the time he died in Hawaii in 1779, the map of the world was substantially complete.
Tony Horwitz vividly recounts Cook's voyages and the exotic scenes the captain encountered: tropical orgies, taboo rituals, cannibal feasts, human sacrifice. He also relives Cook's adventures by following in the captain's wake to places such as Tahiti, Savage Island, and the Great Barrier Reef to discover Cook's embattled legacy in the present day. Signing on as a working crewman aboard a replica of Cook's vessel, Horwitz experiences the thrill and terror of sailing a tall ship. He also explores Cook the man: an impoverished farmboy who broke through the barriers of his class and time to become the greatest navigator in British history.
By turns harrowing and hilarious, insightful and entertaining, BLUE LATITUDES brings to life a man whose voyages helped create the 'global village' we know today.

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Tony Horwitz (Baghdad Without a Map, One for the Road, Confederates in the Attic) is an unrivaled practitioner of how-it-should-be-done exploration and adventure writing, and his stirring chronicle of voyaging and visiting along Captain James Cook's pioneering routes will fire up landlocked readers. Cook's three voyages of the 1770s were the greatest and most challenging attempts ever undertaken to discover and map the nondum cognita (not yet known) world: the imagined Great Southern Continent, the Pacific archipelagos, and (almost an afterthought) the Northeast Passage.

Horwitz provides a rousing tale of modern-day exploration as he and his volunteer shipmates endure the rigors and hardships of the voyage on a replica of Cook's ship, calling to mind the best that adventure literature has to offer. But he does much more. With keen insight, he examines the profound impact of Cook's appearance -- unavoidably, as an advance man for British imperial and commercial interests -- on the native peoples of New Zealand, Australia, and other homelands. Along the way he provides an engrossing consideration of intrusion and memory; of change and loss of identity; of displacement and the problems of adaptation. The indigenous social and economic entities of Cook's day are long gone; Horwitz examines the degree to which the successor arrangements -- so often dominated by the United States or European powers -- have proved to be both destructive and unrewarding. He lets the locals speak, and they have much to say that's painful to hear. This book is a winner, and the excellent source notes open a welcome door to the always engaging Cook literature. Peter Skinner

Library Journal
Journalist Horwitz, who is fascinated by James Cook and is convinced the world has underestimated his achievements, follows the explorer's three ventures into what was at that time the vast unknown. Signing on as a crew member for a Cook ship simile cruise, he experiences firsthand the life of an 18th-century sailor and becomes completely captivated with Cook's accomplishments. Subsequently, Horwitz and an Australian friend take more contemporary transportation to visit the captain's English home and the faraway places with strange sounding names that he opened to the world. The author slips easily from explaining history, Cook's personality, and life to describing his own modern-day experiences delving into Cook's past. Some details of late 1700s shipboard discipline, sexual lifestyles, and Cook's death and dismemberment are probably too grisly for most young listeners. Despite a few too many searches for and visits with the odds and ends of people (from bartenders to a king) who claim to have some affiliation with Cook, the book is interesting and educational. Daniel Gerroll is well spoken and does accents and other voices very nicely. For history and travel buffs interested in Australia, the South Pacific, and seafaring; generally recommended for adult and college collections.-Carolyn Alexander, Brigadoon Lib., Corral de Tierra, CA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Pulitzer-winning journalist and travel-writer Horwitz (Confederates in the Attic, 1998, etc.), dogging the wake of Captain Cook, discerningly braids Cook's long-ago perceptions with his own present-day inquiries into the lands the Captain encountered. Cook made three epic voyages, sailing from Antarctica to the Arctic, from Australia to Alaska, and to many of the islands that lie between. Fascinated by the man and his accomplishments, Horwitz visits those far-flung lands where the impact of Cook's arrival was more profound and lasting than the news of the lands' existence was upon the Europeans back home. The author travels by sailboat and ferry, often in the company of his Australian chum Roger, an odd-fellow and contrarian of rare stripe who adds a comic counterpoint to Horwitz's probings into attitudes toward Cook in the places he set anchor-attitudes that run the gamut from loathing to reverence. Natives for the most part revile him, though it's a quirk of fate that the captain's logs are now helping New Zealand's Maori establish land claims. Horwitz's portraits of the lands can be dispiriting: Bora Bora on the brink of environmental collapse, Tahiti gripped by ennui, Tonga feudal with feudal squalor and ill temper. But there are also innocent Niue and vibrant Hawaii and Australia-where Cook is sooner forgotten by all concerned. Of the navigator himself, Horwitz says that "his journals allow us to chart almost every one of his steps and sails, right down the minutest degree of latitude. But [he] left us no map to his own soul." Still, he rises from these pages as a thoughtful and humane character sensitive to the men who served him and to the local populations he met, though "mutualincomprehension over notions of property and justice [plagued him] throughout his Pacific voyages" and in fact led to his death. Tandem voyages taken 200 years apart: filled with history and alive with contrasts.
From the Publisher

“Thoroughly enjoyable. No writer has better captured the heroic enigma that was Captain James Cook than Tony Horwitz in this amiable and enthralling excursion around the Pacific.” —Bill Bryson, author of In a Sunburned Country

“Tony Horwitz's Blue Latitudes is one of the best. . . full of humor. . . an elegant running account of Cook's exploits.” —The New York Times Book Review (cover review)

“Part history, part travelogue -- and mostly just great fun. . . This is history on a global scale, and Horwitz tells it surpassingly well.” —Los Angeles Times

“A tour de force of evocative history, serious scholarship, and compelling writing.” —The Washington Post

“Part Cook biography, part travelogue, and very much a stroke of genius.” —The Philadelphia Inquirer

“Hilarious, brainy, and balanced. . . .A trip with Horwitz is as good as it gets.” —The Charlotte Observer

“Tony Horwitz has done it again. . . Keen insight, open-mindedness and laugh-out-loud humor.” —San Francisco Chronicle

“A staggering blend of historical research, character study, sociological analysis, and intriguing tales of travel.” —The Boston Globe

“Curiosity, intelligence, compassion and a sense of adventure. . . I love reading Tony Horwitz.” —Chicago Tribune

“Horwitz succeeds brilliantly in turning the English from stiff icons to flesh-and-blood human beings. The book's constant humor, honesty and judgment recall his own Confederates in the Attic and Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods.. . . This book will keep you enthralled.” —The Seattle Time

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429969574
Publisher:
Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
Publication date:
08/01/2003
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Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
496
Sales rank:
108,042
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Blue Latitudes

Boldly Going Where Captain Cook Has Gone Before


By Tony Horwitz

Picador

Copyright © 2002 Tony Horwitz
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-6957-4



CHAPTER 1

Pacific Northwest:

One Week Before the Mast

* * *

Those who would go to sea for pleasure would go to hell for pastime.

— EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY APHORISM


When I was thirteen, my parents bought a used sailboat, a ten-foot wooden dory that I christened Wet Dream. For several summers, I tacked around the waters off Cape Cod, imagining myself one of the whalers who plied Nantucket Sound in the nineteenth century. I read Moby-Dick, tied a bandanna around my head, even tried my hand at scrimshaw. This fantasy life offered escape from the fact that I could barely sail — or caulk, or knot anything except a shoelace. One day, bailing frantically with a sawed-off milk jug after gashing the Wet Dream against a rock, I found my whaling dream had become real. I was Ishmael, the Pequod sinking beneath me.

This hapless memory returned to me as I studied an application for a berth on His Majesty's Bark Endeavour. An Australian foundation had built a museum-quality replica of Cook's first vessel and dispatched it around the globe in the navigator's path. At each port, the ship's professional crew took on volunteers to help sail the next leg and experience life as eighteenth-century sailors. This seemed the obvious place to start; if I was going to understand Cook's travels, I first had to understand how he traveled.

The application form asked about my "qualifications and experience," with boxes beside each question, marked yes or no.

Have you had any blue water ocean sailing experience?

Can you swim 50 meters fully clothed?

You will be required to work aloft, sometimes at night in heavy weather. Are you confident of being able to do this?


I wasn't sure what was meant by "blue water ocean." Did it come in other colors? I'd never swum clothed, except once, after falling off the Wet Dream. As for working aloft, I'd climbed ladders to scoop leaves from my gutter in Virginia. I checked "yes" next to each question. But the last query gave me pause: "Do you suffer from sea sickness?"

Only when I went to sea. I opted for the box marked "moderate," rather than the "chronic" box, fearing I'd otherwise be judged unfit.

A week later, I received a terse note confirming a berth in early autumn from Gig Harbor, Washington, to Vancouver, British Columbia. The letter came with a "Safety and Training Manual." A page headed "Abandon Ship" offered this helpful tip: "Stay together in waters — stay calm." Other pages dealt with "burns and scalds," "sudden serious injury," drowning, and seasickness: "You may feel like you're dying but you will survive." In case you didn't, there was a liability waiver to sign ("I understand and expressly assume these risks and dangers, including death, illness, disease ...").

The safety tips, at least, were stated in plain English. The training section read like a home appliance manual, badly translated from Korean, with "some assembly required." A typical diagram showed intersecting arrows and loops, allegedly explaining the layout of "Bits & Fife Rail to Fwd. of Mainmast Looking from Starboard Side."

I quickly gave up and spent the weeks until my voyage studying history books instead. Among other things, I learned that the original Endeavour was a mirror of the man who commanded it: plain, utilitarian, indomitable. Like Cook, the ship began its career in the coal trade, shuttling between the mine country of the north of England and the docks of east London. Bluff-bowed and wide-beamed, the ninety-seven-foot-long ship was built for bulk and endurance rather than speed or comfort. "A cross between a Dutch clog and a coffin," was how one historian described it.

The tallest of the Endeavour's three masts teetered a vertiginous 127 feet. Belowdecks, the head clearance stooped to four foot six. The Endeavour's flat bottom and very shallow keel — designed so the collier could float ashore with the tide to load and unload coal — made the ship exceptionally "tender," meaning it tended to roll from side to side. "Found the ship to be but a heavy sailer," wrote the ship's botanist, Joseph Banks, "more calculated for stowage, than for sailing." He wrote this in calm seas, two days after leaving England. When the going turned rough, Banks retreated to his cot, "ill with sickness at stomach and most violent headach."

Duly warned, I sampled a seasickness pill on the flight to Seattle. It made me so listless and wobbly that I almost fell down in the aisle. This seemed a bad state in which to work aloft, at night in heavy seas. I flushed the rest of the pills down the airplane toilet.

The pier at Gig Harbor, an hour south of Seattle, teemed with gleaming new yachts. In this sea of sleek fiberglass, the replica Endeavour was easy to spot. The original ship had been made almost entirely from grasses and trees — hemp, flax, elm, oak, pine tar — with bits of iron and brass thrown in. The replica appeared much the same. With its sails furled and its masts poking skeletally into the damp air, the vessel looked boxy and brittle, a boat built from matchsticks. At a hundred feet long, it wasn't much bigger than many of the nearby yachts.

A dozen sailors, mostly tanned young Australians in navy-colored work clothes, stood coiling ropes on the dock and bantering in the matey, mocking fashion I knew well from my years in Sydney. "Press-ganged men over there," one sailor said, pointing me to a waterside park. My fellow recruits numbered forty, mostly Americans and Canadians, including six women. Chatting nervously, I was relieved to discover that some of them had little more sailing experience than I did.

Then again, they seemed a fit lot, accustomed to hard labor, or at least hard exercise: construction workers, military veterans, sinewy joggers. "This'll be like a week at a dude ranch," a broad-shouldered carpenter assured me.

A trim, brisk figure strode over from the ship and barked, "Listen up!" This was our captain, Chris Blake, a mild-featured man much shorter than Cook but no less commanding in manner. "We'll get on with a very fast learning curve," he said, handing us over to the ship's first mate, a gruff Englishman named Geoff.

"This will be like going back into the Army, if you've ever been there, with a lot less sleep," Geoff began. "Your straight eight, you're not going to get it on this ship, so when you have a chance to put your head down, do it." He also told us where to put our heads when sea-sick. "Make friends with one of our plastic buckets and make sure you chuck it over the lee side so you're not wearing your pizza. And no throwing up belowdecks, because you'll have every other person throwing up beside you."

A safety officer followed with a brief talk about abandoning ship. "Hold your nostrils when you jump overboard because it's a long fall and can break your nose," he said. "Blokes, keep your legs crossed when you go over, same reason. Also, try to huddle together in the water. It's not going to save you, but it might give you a few more minutes." Then he warned us about the "gasp reflex." As he explained it: "The water's so cold that you gasp and suck a lot in."

After this orientation, we split into three "watches," each one assigned to a mast and a captain-of-tops, our drill sergeant for the week ahead. My watch was mainmast, by far the tallest of the three, commanded by Todd, a raffishly handsome Australian with a ponytail, earrings, and a red bandanna wrapped round his unshaven neck. "Okay, you scurvy dogs and wenches," he said, "let's start with the slops."

"Slops" was the eighteenth-century term for naval gear. Sailors on the original Endeavour wore no prescribed uniform, nor would we dress in period costume. Todd tossed us each a set of brown oilskin pants and jacket. "In Australia they're called Driza-Bone, but we call them Wet-as-a-Bastard. As soon as they get wet they stay that way." He also issued us orange night vests, and safety harnesses that looked like mountain-climbing belts.

Then Todd led us across the ship's deck and down a ladder, or companionway, which plunged to a dark chamber called the mess deck. We squinted at tables roped to the ceiling, as well as vinegar kegs, a huge iron stove, and sea chests that doubled as benches — all packed into a room the size of a suburban den. This cramped cavern would somehow accommodate thirty of us, with the other ten recruits in a small adjoining space.

Todd tossed us canvas hammocks and showed how to lash them to the beams above the tables. We were allotted just fourteen inches' width of airspace per sling, the Navy's prescribed sleeping area in the eighteenth century. "If you don't know knots, tie lots," Todd said, as I struggled to complete a simple hitch. He also showed us how to stow the hammocks, snug and tightly roped, in a netted hold.

Stumbling around the dark deck, colliding with tables and people, and bending almost double when the head clearance plunged to dwarf height, I tried to imagine spending three years in this claustrophobic hole, as Cook's men had. Incredibly, the original Endeavour left port with forty more people than we had on board — accompanied by seventeen sheep, several dozen ducks and chickens, four pigs, three cats (to catch rats), and a milk goat that had circled the globe once before. "Being in a ship is being in a jail," Samuel Johnson sagely observed, "with the chance of being drowned."


The Endeavour's mission was as daunting as the conditions on the ship. Though Ferdinand Magellan had first crossed the Pacific two and a half centuries before, the ocean — covering an area greater than all the world's landmasses combined — remained so mysterious that mapmakers labeled vast stretches of the Pacific nondum cognita (not yet known). Cartographers knew so little of the lands within the Pacific that they simply guessed at the contours of coasts: a French chart from 1753, fifteen years before the Endeavour's departure, shows dotted shorelines accompanied by the words "Je suppose."

One reason for this ignorance was that most of the ships sailing after Magellan followed the same, relatively narrow band of ocean, channeled by prevailing winds and currents, and constrained by poor navigational tools. Also, geography in the early modern era was regarded as proprietary information; navies kept explorers' charts and journals under wraps, lest competing nations use them to expand their own empires.

Not that these reports were very reliable. Magellan's pilot miscalculated the longitude of the Philippines by 53 degrees, an error akin to planting Bolivia in central Africa. When another Spanish expedition stumbled on an island chain in the western Pacific in 1567, the captain believed he'd found the biblical land of Ophir, from which King Solomon shipped gold, sandalwood, and precious stones. Spanish charts, and the navigational skills of those who followed, were so faulty that Europeans failed to find the Solomon Islands again for two centuries. No gold and not much of economic value was ever discovered there.

Pacific adventurers also showed an unfortunate tendency toward abbreviated careers. Vasco Núñez de Balboa, the first European to sight the ocean, in 1513, was beheaded for treason. Magellan set off in 1519 with five ships and 237 men; only one ship and eighteen men made it home three years later, and Magellan was not present, having been speared in the Philippines. Francis Drake, the first English circumnavigator, died at sea of dysentery. Vitus Bering, sailing for the czar, perished from exposure after shipwrecking near the frigid sea now named for him; at the last, Bering lay half-buried in sand, to keep warm, while Arctic foxes gnawed at his sick and dying men.

Other explorers simply vanished. Or went mad. In 1606, the navigator Fernandes de Queirós told his pilot, "Put the ships' heads where they like, for God will guide them as may be right." When God delivered the Spanish ships to the shore of what became the New Hebrides, Fernandes de Queirós founded a city called New Jerusalem and anointed his sailors "Knights of the Holy Ghost."

But the most persistent and alluring mirage of Pacific exploration was terra australis incognita, an unknown "south land," first conjured into being by the wonderfully named Roman mapmaker Pomponius Mela. He, like Ptolemy, believed that the continents of the northern hemisphere must be balanced by an equally large landmass at the bottom of the globe. Otherwise, the world would tilt. This appealingly symmetrical notion was embellished by Marco Polo, who claimed he'd seen a south land called Locac, filled with gold and game and elephants and idolators, "a very wild region, visited by few people." Renaissance mapmakers took the Venetian's vague coordinates and placed Locac — also known as Lucach, Maletur, and Beach — far to the south, part of the fabled terra australis. The discovery of America only heightened Europeans' conviction that another vast continent, rich in resources, remained to be found.

So things stood in 1768, when London's august scientific group, the Royal Society, petitioned King George III to send a ship to the South Pacific. A rare astronomical event, the transit of Venus across the sun, was due to occur on June 3, 1769, and not again for 105 years. The society hoped that an accurate observation of the transit, from disparate points on the globe, would enable astronomers to calculate the earth's distance from the sun, part of the complex task of mapping the solar system. Half a century after Isaac Newton and almost three centuries after Christopher Columbus, basic questions of where things were — in the sky, as well as on earth — remained unresolved.

The king accepted the society's request, and ordered the Admiralty to fit out an appropriate ship. As commander, the Royal Society recommended Alexander Dalrymple, a distinguished theorist and cartographer who had sailed to the East Indies, and who believed so firmly in the southern continent that he put its breadth at exactly 5,323 miles and its population at fifty million. The Admiralty instead selected James Cook, a Navy officer whose oceangoing experience was limited to the North Atlantic.

On the face of it, this seemed an unlikely choice — and, among some in the establishment, it was unpopular. Cook was a virtual unknown outside Navy circles and a curiosity within. He had spent the previous decade charting the coast of Canada, a task at which he displayed exceptional talent. One admiral, noting "Mr. Cook's Genius and Capacity," observed of his charts: "They may be the means of directing many in the right way, but cannot mislead any." But Cook's rank remained that of second lieutenant, and, as an ill-educated man of low birth, married to the daughter of a dockside tavernkeeper, he didn't fit the mold of the scientific and naval elite.

Cook's bearing was as plain as his background. Though very tall for his day, at several inches over six feet, he was rawboned and narrow. The few surviving portraits show a commanding but austere figure: long straight nose, thin lips, high cheekbones, deep-set brown eyes. James Boswell described Cook as "a grave, steady man" who possessed "a ballance in his mind for truth as nice as scales for weighing a guinea."

This guarded, meticulous Yorkshireman also faced a mission much more daring than the astronomical voyage requested by the Royal Society. The Lords of the Admiralty dispatched Cook with two sets of orders. One instructed him to proceed to a recently discovered South Pacific island, named for King George, to observe the transit of Venus and survey harbors and bays. "When this Service is perform'd," the orders concluded, "you are to put to Sea without Loss of Time, and carry into execution the Additional Instructions contained in the inclosed Sealed Packet."

These orders, labeled "secret," laid out an ambitious plan for "making Discoverys of Countries hitherto unknown." In particular, Cook was to search unexplored latitudes for the fabled continent of Pomponius Mela and Marco Polo. "Whereas there is reason to imagine that a Continent or Land of great extent, may be found," the orders commanded, "You are to proceed to the southward in order to make discovery of the Continent abovementioned."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Tony Horwitz is the bestselling author of Midnight Rising, A Voyage Long and Strange, Blue Latitudes, Confederates in the Attic, and Baghdad Without a Map. He is also a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist who has worked for The Wall Street Journal and The New Yorker. He lives in Martha's Vineyard with his wife, Geraldine Brooks, and their two sons.

Tony Horwitz is a native of Washington, D.C., and a graduate of Brown University and Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism. He worked for many years as a reporter, first in Indiana and then during a decade overseas in Australia, Europe, Africa, and the Middle East, mostly covering wars and conflicts as a foreign correspondent for The Wall Street Journal. After returning to the States, he won the Pulitzer Prize for national reporting and worked as a staff writer for The New Yorker before becoming a full-time author.

His books include Midnight Rising, A Voyage Long and Strange, Blue Latitudes, a national and New York Times bestseller about the Pacific voyages of Captain James Cook, Baghdad Without a Map, a national bestseller about the Middle East, and Confederates in the Attic, a national and New York Times bestseller about the Civil War.

Horwitz has been a fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University and a visiting scholar at the John Carter Brown Library at Brown University. He lives with his wife, Geraldine Brooks, and their son, Nathaniel, on the island of Martha's Vineyard in Massachusetts.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Waterford, Virginia
Date of Birth:
1958
Place of Birth:
Washington, D.C.
Education:
B.A., Brown University; M.A., Columbia University School of Journalism

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Blue Latitudes: Boldly Going Where Captain Cook Has Gone Before 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 31 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is in my top 5 list of favorite books!! It is fascinating, funny at times, and informative.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rarely does an author take you to a place well enough so your sense can imagine the sites, sounds and smells. Horwitz has done that in this fantastic story of following Captain Cook through his highs and his lows. Horwitz takes the reader there only because he's been there first hand. If you read one book on Captain Cook and the voyages of discovery in the Pacific Ocean, this is the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Horwitz fails to draw the reader into his book. In an attempt to prevent it from becoming a history book he slaps in his 'adventures' between Cook passages. By doing this the reader never gets a great taste of Cook or Horwitz. Furthermore, Horwitz seems overly critical of every island he comes to. He almost whines like a child when he finds the islands aren't like they were 200+ years ago, what did he expect? His blind love for Cook prevents him from presenting anything negative against Cook. When something rises, he quickly shoots it down with arguments that are very shaky.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Tony Horwitz takes us through a fantastic voyage cleverly interwoven through past and present by following Captain Cook's explorations. The book is well researched, most entertaining and reveals just how much of a true environmentalist Mr. Horwitz is at heart. While I personally met him at a booksigning this summer in Buzzards Bay, MA. I can attest to the fact that he is the most delightful story-teller in person as well as through his writing. A really interesting book and a 'good read.'
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the whole book in one weekend while deployed here in Iraq. I wish all history was this entertaining to read. I will gladly read all Horwitz works while here. My next read will be 'Baghdad Without a Map'; hopefully this will provide some insight to the region I am currently occupying
Guest More than 1 year ago
I confess, I'm obsessed by Captain Cook's legacy. I've followed him from Antarctica to Alaska, even volunteering as docent on board Endeavour's replica ship. Blue Latitudes confirmed and enriched my experiences. Scholarship and adventure make irresistable reading. I read slowly to savor the flavor.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I grew up in Hawaii, so of course I'd heard of Captain Cook, and have even visited Kealakekua Bay several times. I first heard about this book on NPR, and immediately took a detour from my errands to find it. It was well worth it. Tony Horwitz traces the three voyages of James Cook, an amazing man who accurately charted one third of the planet, and manages not only to capture Captain Cook the explorer, but also Cook the man. Most fascinating for me was the attitudes of the peoples and cultures Cook encountered, both then and now. Is James Cook the villain, who is responsible for all the ills the cultures suffered at the hands of European expansion? Or was he at the very least, the most open-minded of the European "invaders", concerned for the effect his crew and others to come would have on the native peoples? These attitudes seem colored by both the prevailing culture (the warlike stance of the Maoris of New Zealand, or the more pacifistic view of the Aborigines of Australia) and the PR (sometimes false) generated by Cook's previous biographers. Regardless, James Cook was a complex man, who made questionable choices, particularly on his last voyage. Tony Horwitz' clear, easy writing style brings the Pacific regions... from Polynesia, Antarctica, and the Pacific northwest... and their people to life, often with great humor and great sympathy.
Anthony13 More than 1 year ago
Excellent read. The author has a gift with words, and a gift with clarity. You will NOT be able to put this book down.
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Enjoyed it very much and learned a great deal of history and geography
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Great book for any Cook fan!
MDTuck More than 1 year ago
An excellent comparison between a long ago voyage and the repeat in modern times. Anyone interested in Captain Cook, history and that part of the world would be enthralled.
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I read this book for a class and thought it would be a typical biography. It was the exact opposite. The author gives you a picture of what Cook's travels were like and what the lands he traveled are like now with the author's personal experiences. Excellent writing and very enjoyable to read.