Into Great Silence: A Memoir of Discovery and Loss among Vanishing Orcas

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Science entwines with matters of the human heart as a whale researcher chronicles the lives of an endangered family of orcas
Ever since Eva Saulitis began her whale research in Alaska in the 1980s, she has been drawn deeply into the lives of a single extended family of endangered orcas struggling to survive in Prince William Sound. Over the course of a decades-long career spent observing and studying these whales, and ...

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Science entwines with matters of the human heart as a whale researcher chronicles the lives of an endangered family of orcas
Ever since Eva Saulitis began her whale research in Alaska in the 1980s, she has been drawn deeply into the lives of a single extended family of endangered orcas struggling to survive in Prince William Sound. Over the course of a decades-long career spent observing and studying these whales, and eventually coming to know them as individuals, she has, sadly, witnessed the devastation wrought by the Exxon Valdez oil spill of 1989—after which not a single calf has been born to the group. With the intellectual rigor of a scientist and the heart of a poet, Saulitis gives voice to these vital yet vanishing survivors and the place they are so loyal to. Both an elegy for one orca family and a celebration of the entire species, Into Great Silence is a moving portrait of the interconnectedness of humans with animals and place—and of the responsibility we have to protect them.

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Library Journal
This sensitively written memoir chronicles the 25 years poet and scientist Saulitis (Leaving Resurrection) spent as a field biologist in Prince William Sound, AK. She observed a specific group of transient orcas, also known as killer whales, as they traveled through the area, photographing them, observing and recording their behavior, and listening to their vocalizations. The meticulous, detailed, even tedious nature of such work is apparent, yet Saulitis conveys her deep appreciation for the whales and their surroundings. Unfortunately, the 1989 Exxon Valdez oil spill fouled this environment and contributed to the premature deaths of several of the orcas. A list of books about the spill, a map, a family tree of the whale population under study, and several photographs are included. VERDICT Readers who enjoyed Alexandra Morton's Listening to Whales: What the Orcas Have Taught Us will be fascinated by Saulitis's account of her often remote, cold, and wet life as a field biologist and her respect for the whales and the people who lived around her.—Judith B. Barnett, Univ. of Rhode Island Lib., Kingston
Kirkus Reviews
An evocative meditation on shifting boundaries and the kinship we feel to other species. In 1986, fresh out of college with a degree in fish and wildlife biology, Saulitis (Many Ways to Say It, 2012, etc.) took a job in an Alaskan fish hatchery. There, she experienced a life-changing moment when she saw a female orca, and thus began a lifelong fascination with these extraordinary creatures. The author connected with a nearby scientific group of whale watchers in Prince William Sound who were studying a population of local orcas made up of "transients" (mammal eaters) and "residents" (fish eaters). After two years of working as a volunteer, she entered a doctorate program. For her thesis, she analyzed the calls of a pod of 22 local transient orcas. During her field sessions, Saulitis recorded more than 6,000 calls, and she was able to separate them into 14 discrete call types. She then attempted to correlate these with specific behaviors--e.g., quiet calls when hunting, clicking noises to orient themselves, etc. (The author accepts that these interpretations are subjective and therefore speculative.) In 1989, the author's Alaskan idyll was shattered by the Exxon Valdez oil spill. Since then, she and her co-workers have been involved in documenting the damage to the local whale population. The group of transients she studied has been reduced by half and is no longer able to reproduce. She herself suffered a potentially life-threatening bout with cancer in 2010, but she remains optimistic. The Sound, to which she returns every year, is once again a functioning (though transformed) ecosystem. A vivid, moving depiction of a way of life tragically becoming increasingly endangered.
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"Beginning in the halcyon years before the Exxon Valdez oil spill and continuing to this day, Saulitis has tracked individually known orcas to the brink of their population’s extinction. Into Great Silence is at once a love song to a wild place, an elegy, an inquiry into purpose and change, and a call to bring all our senses and ways of knowing to understanding and protecting our fragile world."
—Pushcart Prize-winning author Nancy Lord

"A vivid, moving depiction of a way of life tragically becoming increasingly endangered."
—Kirkus Reviews

“There's great tenderness in this book, and great pathos—sometimes one wonders if it's worth the pain to pay attention amidst the gathering storm, but this powerful account shows us that it's precisely by keeping track of the world around us that we stay human.” 
—Bill McKibben, author of Eaarth: Making  a Life on a Tough New Planet

“Through Saulitis's growing understanding of biology, and through her heart, we soon find ourselves immersed in the fate of the third culture — Prince William Sound's  intensely social, long-lived, black-and-white whales with brains considerably larger than ours. Fascinating suddenly becomes too cramped a word for either orcas or this book of self-discovery.”
—Douglas Chadwick, author of The Grandest of Lives: Eye to Eye with Whales 

“[A] sensitively written  memoir...Readers who enjoyed Alexandra Morton’s Listening to Whales: What the Orcas Have Taught Us will be fascinated by Saulitis’ account of her often remove, cold, and wet life as a field biologist and her respect for the whales and the people who lived around her.”
Library Journal

"Saulitis’ stunning and sorrowful “book of contemplation” elucidates the discipline, tedium, danger,and bliss of whale studies; the solace she finds in art; and her intense relationships with her fellow orcaexperts. Candid, transfixing, and cautionary, Saulitis celebrates and mourns for a wondrous and imperiled species."

“The book is a must read—at once a visceral reminder of the fragility of our ancient planet, a requiem for its rapidly diminishing nature and a call to arms.”
American Scientist 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780807014356
  • Publisher: Beacon
  • Publication date: 1/15/2013
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 1,412,076
  • Product dimensions: 6.36 (w) x 9.12 (h) x 1.01 (d)

Meet the Author

Eva Saulitis has studied whales in Prince William Sound, the Kenai Fjords, and Alaska’s Aleutian Islands for the past twenty-four years. In addition to her scientific publications, her essays, poems, and reviews have appeared in numerous national journals, including Orion, Crazyhorse, and Prairie Schooner. The author of the essay collection Leaving Resurrection and the poetry collection Many Ways to Say It, she teaches at Kenai Peninsula College, in the low-residency MFA program at the University of Alaska, and at the Kachemak Bay Writers’ Conference. She lives in Homer, Alaska.

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From the Prologue

Like the others the last one fell into its shadow.
It fell into its shadow on the water.
They took it away its shadow stayed on the water.
—W.S. Merwin, from “The Last One”
Before I knew there was such thing as a species, much less one that was endangered, I understood extinction.  When I was nine years old, I understood extinction not with my mind, but with my heart.  Aptly, I received this instruction not at school, but after, on an ABC After School Special called The Last of the Curlews, based on a novel by Fred Bodsworth.   I don’t remember the film’s plot.  Only that at some point, there was one pair of curlews left.  I vaguely remember a father and son who debated whether or not to shoot a curlew.  I recall with clarity the last one, the last Eskimo curlew on earth, circling and calling above the tundra.  In the bird’s own memory, I imagined a sky darkened and drummed to life by bodies, wings and the tr tr tr-ing of flight-song, an era when it migrated between the Canadian Arctic and Patagonia with millions of other Eskimo curlews. I can still summon my ache for that last curlew; almost 40 years later, it throbs in my chest.

When I was 23, I saw my first orca, a lone female.  That day, I had no inkling that I would study her kin for my entire adult life, that she was already one of the last ones.  Fresh out of college, I’d taken a job at a fish hatchery in Prince William Sound, Alaska.  One blustery winter day, out for a skiff ride, I spotted a black fin amid gray waves.  A few minutes later, a whoosh near the skiff startled me.  I turned to see a wind-flattened blow, the fin rising, the arch of a flank emerging and sliding back under the water.  Then she disappeared, as if the rough sea had swallowed her.  I looked everywhere, but she was gone. 

Twenty-five years later, I’m still searching for that whale, for what’s left of her family.  For me, watching the Last of the Curlews was what Susan Cerulean calls an “origin moment.”  That day, when I realized human beings could eliminate a kind of bird from the earth, my assumptions about the world overturned.

A lifetime of origin moments leads to this one.  It’s September, 2011.  I sit on our research boat, Natoa, scanning a familiar shoreline for orca blows.  The tide is low.  A raft of sea otters rests near Squire Point.  For many seasons, I followed small groups of orcas called Chugach transients past this point as they hunted for harbor seals.  Sometimes, harbor seals hauled out on Squire Point to rest, or hunkered in the shallows alongside the rock to hide from passing orcas.  Though I see no seals sprawled on the rock today, I know orcas might appear at any moment.  They are like that, unpredictable in their appearances and disappearances. 

And so are stories we tell about them.  Take today.  As we idle along the point, Craig, my partner in research and in life, recalls that 35 years ago, with a cadre of volunteer observers on the bluff top on Squire Island, he watched Chugach transients swim along this shoreline.  A young field assistant, eye pressed to the lens of a spotting scope, shouted:  “Look, the orcas are playing with a porpoise!”  That evening, after hiking back down from the bluff to their tents on a beach we still call Whale Camp, they found the severed lungs, heart and head of a porpoise calf washed up on shore.  “I tried to preserve the skull, but the porpoise was so young, the bones just fell apart,” Craig says.  With Craig, I’ve studied orcas for 25 years, nearly half my life, and I’ve never heard that story before.  What I know, after all this time, about the whale called orca, arlluk, aglu, blackfish, killer whale – is a lot like that.

Now our boat rounds the bend of Squire Island, and Whale Camp beach slides into view.  Many times, Chugach transients swam past Whale Camp when I lived there.  Often they startled my field assistant and me from our tasks.  Some still pass this way.  But it won’t always be so.  I force myself to write the words:  The Chugach transients are going extinct.  They are leaving the earth under my watch.  There will, perhaps in my lifetime, be a last one.  I type the words, and that old hurt I felt for the Eskimo curlew throbs.  How do I accept the reality of that word – extinction?  Forty years later, do I understand with my heart, much less my head, what it means?
Last summer, from an unexpected angle, I got closer to understanding the concept when I edged up to – no, was shoved toward – the possibility of my own extinction.  From a sick-bed, my laptop open on my lap, cell phone on the coverlet beside me, I followed the movements of Chenega, one of the last Chugach transient matriarchs, on a computer screen.  I stared as a digitized map of Prince William Sound drew itself, then displayed the points and lines of her night-time travels.  There.  Off Point Helen.  I clicked on the biggest dot, the most recent satellite hit.  4:30 am, heading south.  The dots told me only that much.  Not if she traveled alone.  She’d been with her companions, Iktua and Mike, when Craig had tagged her the night before. 
A sea-breeze drug my eyes across the carpet, the couch, the coffee table piled with get-well cards to a window.  There, my eyes met not the Pacific, but the Atlantic; not Prince William Sound, but Cape Cod Bay, where wind left white claw marks on the indigo surface.  For the first time in 24 years, I was not in Prince William Sound studying orcas in summer.  I clicked on the link to the Iridium website, typed a satellite text-message to Craig and our friend Cy, who was filling in for me on the boat.

I shut the computer, pushed it to the side of the bed, sank down against the pillows, closed my eyes.  Before I rose to my reality, the fact that the day before, in a Boston hospital, an IV had pumped a toxic chemical into a vein on top of my left hand, the fact that I was being treated for breast cancer, and downstairs, what awaited me was a regimen of anti-nausea meds swallowed with a few baby spoons of applesauce, before I faced that I was not there, in Prince William Sound, not even near, that it was humid and hot every day where I was and not rainy and cool, before any of that, I placed myself in Knight Island Passage at dusk, off Squire Point, in the rain, on Natoa with Craig and Cy, and I tried to recreate the encounter Craig had described on the sat-phone the night before. How Chenega had been hunting with Iktua and Mike all afternoon, impossible to approach as transients so often are.  How Craig and Cy had given up.  It was late.  The shelter of Sanctuary Bay beckoned.  They were wet and cold and frustrated.  How they’d turned east, Craig taking the wheel inside the boat cabin, Cy enjoying a few minutes of solitude on the bridge, watching the hidden entrance to Sanctuary Bay reveal itself.  How she’d appeared beside the boat.  How she’d swum alongside the bow, lunging out of the water to keep up the pace.  How Cy had stamped his foot on the cabin roof to signal Craig.  How Craig had poked his head out, heard Cy shout,  “It’s Chenega, right here, I think she wants you to tag her now.” 

How Craig had tagged, easily, with one shot, one of the last seven Chugach transients.  That was why, from thousands of miles and a continent away, I could call her up each morning and see where she was.  That’s how I could track an animal that exemplified fidelity to place, fidelity against all odds, in sickness and in health, in peace and calamity.

I’d been told by healers to visualize my immune system preying on cancer cells.  I’d been told visualization could lessen chemotherapy’s side-effects and speed up healing.  So I visualized.  The animals, the place.  I visualized kayaking into Sanctuary Bay, where Chenega, Mike and Iktua milled, waiting.  I drifted into their midst and placed my hand on Chenega’s fin, placed my hand on the cold, rubbery skin, knowing hot, oxygen-rich blood flowed inside, and I imagined her red and white blood cells traveling up my arm, infusing my own blood with power.

The next time Craig called, he told me he’d photographed all of the remaining seven Chugach transients:  Chenega, Iktua, Egagutak, Mike, Marie, Ewan, Paddy.
All that hot, humid summer, I sat at a desk each day I was able, or I sat with the laptop propped open on my lap in bed, and I wrote their stories.  In doing so I understood, not just with my head, not just with my heart, but with my body, that certain places on this earth have healing power, and that the place where the Chugach transients live is one.  I came to believe that the place and the whales played a part in rescuing me.  Not in some mystical sense, but simply by existing, with or without me.  They saved me, though I can’t save them.  
Now a year has passed.  I’m back in Prince William Sound, back on Natoa, short-haired, body altered, a strange, new post-chemo ringing in my ears, one I hear only when it’s quiet.  But as always in August, my fingertips are blueberry-stained.  As always, resident orcas appear in the passages to feed on silver salmon.  As always, salmon spawn and die by the millions in streams.  Craig douses bucketfuls of saltwater over four silver salmon he’s caught off Whale Camp beach.  As always, we search the shorelines for Chugach transients.  Now the tide’s risen and swallowed all but one of the Squire Point rocks.  Now a pelagic cormorant and three glaucous-winged gulls cluster on that shrinking, kelp-skirted surface.  A front’s pulled a gray blanket over the Sound.  I scan with binoculars the choppy water in front of familiar landmarks – Pleiades, Icy Bay, Iktua Passage, Brandt Island, Labyrinth – for a black fin that might, at any moment, appear amid those waves.  

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Table of Contents

13. MERCIFULLY UNTRANSLATABLE                                                                                                                              
9. NINE SILENCES                                                                                                                                                                   
1.      HUNGER

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