Safe from the Sea [NOOK Book]

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Set against the powerful lakeshore landscape of northern Minnesota, Safe from the Sea is a heartfelt novel in which a son returns home to reconnect with his estranged and dying father thirty-five years after the tragic wreck of a Great Lakes ore boat that the father only partially survived and that has divided them emotionally ever since. When his father for the first time finally tells the story of the horrific disaster he has carried with ...
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Set against the powerful lakeshore landscape of northern Minnesota, Safe from the Sea is a heartfelt novel in which a son returns home to reconnect with his estranged and dying father thirty-five years after the tragic wreck of a Great Lakes ore boat that the father only partially survived and that has divided them emotionally ever since. When his father for the first time finally tells the story of the horrific disaster he has carried with him so long, it leads the two men to reconsider each other.

Meanwhile, Noah’s own struggle to make a life with an absent father has found its real reward in his relationship with his sagacious wife, Natalie, whose complications with infertility issues have marked her husband’s life in ways he only fully realizes as the reconciliation with his father takes shape.

Peter Geye has delivered an archetypal story of a father and son, of the tug and pull of family bonds, of Norwegian immigrant culture, of dramatic shipwrecks and the business and adventure of Great Lakes shipping in a setting that simply casts a spell over the characters as well as the reader.
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Editorial Reviews

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"A beautiful book—all shipwreck and rescue."—Alyson Hagy

“A rich, satisfying novel about family members who make amends after a lifetime of estrangement.”—The Minneapolis Star Tribune

"an estranged father and son find reconciliation in the final week of the father’s life…Geye tackles the subjects of death, dying, and living with admirable insight and courage…Geye engages the complexities of family dynamics skillfully and handles especially well the kind of family grudges and misunderstandings that can cripple relationships for decades, as they do here. Inspiring, wise, and enthusiastically recommended for all readers." —Library Journal

“A reader can just about feel the cold spray of Lake Superior and taste the softness of the lefse…. The best sections of "Safe From the Sea" are the stories Olaf tells, and the questions Noah asks, especially about the tragedy of the Ragnarøk. What we expect from a man vs. nature story is not that man will win, but that man will be wise and valiant, and give it everything he has. Olaf's account of the wreck lives up to the great tradition of adventure storytelling. His pain about the shipwreck is not only survivor's angst, but also specific guilt about a lost shipmate that he has never shared before…. Olaf's last wish presents Noah with a watery physical challenge of his own, and gives the back end of the novel a touch of fairy tale, a la late John Cheever.”—The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

“A finely crafted first novel…Give this book to readers of David Guterson and Robert Olmstead, who will be captured by the themes of approaching death and the pain and solace provided by nature.”—Booklist

"At once a Great Lakes adventure, an ode to a vanished life, and a gorgeous examination of the healing of deep wounds between father and son. This is a tautly written gem."—Joseph Boyden, author of Three Day Road

“[A] lyric story of familial strife and reconciliation…Geye excels at capturing the importance of life’s seemingly small moments and at cataloging their beauty…Geye shows how relationships—however flawed the participants—can be salvaged and strengthened when people strive to make things work through understanding and the search for and sharing of the truth.”—ForeWord Magazine

“Geye is a skilled and subtle observer. Throughout the book, readers are given an affectionate and perceptive view of roughhewn northern Minnesota, not only its Walden-esque lakes and forests, but also its thrifty and honest people…Geye is a gifted storyteller…Geye might wince to read this, but he could be a first-rate adventure novelist. He also excels in creating characters who are ordinary and exceptional at the same time—high praise for any author. The characters in Safe from the Sea are maturely-crafted; there are no heroes or villains in the book, just good people working through tough issues with grace and good humor.”—The New York Journal of Books

“Besides being a page-turning delight, his book is beautifully written, and the relationship between Noah and Olaf is one of the greatest father and son stories I've ever come across. This is a stunning novel...”–Steve Yarbrough, author of Safe from the Neighbors

"Peter Geye has rendered the Minnesota north shore in all its stark, dangerous beauty, and it is the perfect backdrop for this deeply moving story of conflict and forgiveness. Safe from the Sea is a remarkable debut."—Ron Rash,The Cove

"A deep hearted novel of bitten lives lived out on the cold shore of a ferocious world. In the silence of their existence, the dignity of their bearing, Geye compassionately renders the magnitudes of their despair, endurance and greatness." –Robert Olmstead, author of Coal Black Horse

“I don't know of another novel that better captures that stormy North Atlantic up in Minnesota called Lake Superior than Peter Geye's compelling debut novel, Safe from the Sea. He captures the wildness and the cold and braids those figurative aspects into a tenderly told story of a son and a father who has been anything but tender…a riveting sea tale…memorable.” —Stuart Dybek, author of The Coast of Chicago

“This is a character-driven story and one that demonstrates the power of memory and the bonds of blood, a story of love and hope.”—bookviews.com

“Peter Geye’s Safe From the Sea, which I’m actually right in the middle of right now, but I can already tell that this is a special book. Lyrical, loaded with compassion for its characters, one of which is this arresting, dangerously alluring coast of Lake Superior. This is a gripping wonder of a book.”—Bruce Machart, author of The Wake of Forgiveness

“What starts out as a simple story of reconciliation soon reveals itself as something much deeper. After receiving an unexpected call from his estranged and ailing father, Noah Torr journeys home to make peace with the former ore boat sailor. When his father finally tells the story of the shipwreck that haunted him for the past thirty-five years, Noah gains valuable insights that allow him to start fresh with his own growing family.”—Northeast Minnesota Book Award citation

“Impressive.”--Inland Seas, Quarterly Journal of the Great Lakes Historical Society

Library Journal
Noah Torr receives an unexpected call for help and is informed that his father, Olaf, is in the last stages of cancer. He travels from Boston to the wilds of Minnesota to give what assistance he can. Their final conversations reveal the story of the wreck of Olaf's ship, Ragnarar, and reconcile both father and son to the errors of the past, allowing forgiveness and understanding to replace anger. Geye's first novel is an Indie Lit Award Winner for Best Literary Fiction. His descriptions of Lake Superior, the ore mining industry, and the fateful night that changed the lives of his characters are powerful and evocative. The story's emotional content is ably captured by reader David Aaron Baker. This audiobook will appeal to all fiction fans. ["Inspiring, wise, and enthusiastically recommended for all readers," read the review of the Unbridled hc, LJ 9/15/10.—Ed.]—Joanna M. Burkhardt, Univ. of Rhode Island Libs., Providence
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781609530099
  • Publisher: Unbridled Books
  • Publication date: 5/21/2009
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 320,581
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


Peter Geye received his MFA from the University of New Orleans and his PHD from Western Michigan University, where he was editor of Third Coast. He was born and raised in Minneapolis and continues to live there with his wife and three children. This is his first novel.
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First Chapter

Safe from the Sea


By Peter Geye

UNBRIDLED BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Peter Geye
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60953-008-2


Chapter One

That morning Noah boarded a plane for Duluth. By seven o'clock he was driving a rental car down Mesaba Avenue. Between the intermittent swoosh of the windshield wipers he recognized the city he harbored in his memory. It lay below him smothered in fog, the downtown lights wheezing in mist. Though he could not see the lake in the distance, he knew it rested beyond the pall. Soon he pulled onto Superior Street. The manholes blowing steam might have been freeing ghosts.

It had been his plan to drive up to Misquah, but he'd been delayed during a Minneapolis layover and decided it was too late. Instead he drove onto Lake Avenue, parked, and stepped out into the evening. Now he could see the lake, a dark and undulating line that rolled onto the shore. The concussions were met with a hiss as the water sieved back through the pebbled beach. The fog had a crystalline sharpness, and he could feel on his cheeks the drizzle carried by the wind. It all felt so familiar, and he thought, I resemble this place. And then, My father, he was inhabited by it.

But Duluth had also changed. Where now T-shirt and antique shops kept address, dive bars and pawnshops and shoe-repair shops had once done a dismal business. More than a few of Noah's boyhood friends had ordered their first steins of beer in the slop shops that were now coffeehouses and art galleries. As a kid Noah had seen grown men stumble from doorways, drawing knives as they fell, ready to fight. Now he saw squalling kids and husbands and wives bickering over where to have dinner. The hotels had once offered hourly rates, now half-a-dozen national chains were staked in Canal Park. There were bookshops, ice-cream parlors, wilderness outfitters, toy stores, even a popcorn and cotton-candy cart, all lining the street like a Vermont ski town.

There did remain two stalwarts: the Tallahassee and the Freighter. The former, though it advertised JAZZ! ON SATURDAYS, was a topless bar with filthy taffeta curtains bunched in the windows. The latter was where Noah had ordered his first beer more than twenty years ago. It had also been his father's hideaway of choice. They were next door to each other, laggards from a vanished time.

For all its squalor, the Freighter was a landmark, a bare-knuckle place that had not given way to slumming conventioneers or fraternity brothers down from the colleges. Dark, greasy air thick with smoke and blue neon hung like the fog as Noah stepped in for a draft and something to eat. A gauzy linoleum floor curled up from rotten floorboards, and a cobwebbed fishing net hung from the ceiling. Behind the bar, above the bottles of cheap booze, a series of photographs of ore boats in teakwood frames were nailed into the wall. A few tipplers sat at the bar, and behind the pull-tab counter a silver-haired churchgoer did a crossword puzzle. The sign above her head announced a meat raffle on Wednesdays.

Noah took a seat at the bar and swiveled around. Other than the murmuring of the drinkers and tinkling of pint glasses, the only sound came from an ancient television on the end of the bar broadcasting the local news.

"You look familiar," the barman said, "but you aren't from around here." An old man with a ruddy face and drooping eyes, he looked familiar to Noah, too.

"I haven't been here in years," Noah said. "But my old man used to call this place home."

"Who was your old man?"

"Olaf Torr."

"Oh, Christ," the man said, wiping his hands on a rag before reaching under the counter for a bottle of Wiser's. "If you're Torr's boy, this is on me."

Before Noah could decline, two shots of whiskey sat on the bar.

"I can't drink this," Noah said.

The barman drained the shot he'd poured for himself and smacked his lips. "You ain't Torr's boy if that's true." He poured another drink for himself. "Your pop's dead?"

"Jesus, no," Noah said. Then added, "Not yet."

"He still living up around Misquah?"

"Unbelievably, he is."

The barkeeper had not taken his eyes from Noah. He shook his head thoughtfully. "We used to fall on over to the Tallahassee every odd day of the week, your pops and me. Watch them girls shake tail."

"You corrupted him, then."

"Sure, he needed corrupting." His father's old crony sipped the second ounce of Wiser's. "What brings you home?"

"I'm headed up to see him."

"You tell that son of a bitch Mel says hello."

"I'll do that," Noah said.

"You hungry?" Mel asked.

Noah ordered a burger basket and a pint of beer to help with the whiskey.

* * *

THE LAST TIME he had been in the Freighter was almost six years ago, on the morning after the wedding of a childhood friend. Before heading back to Boston he'd met his father for breakfast. On the mismatched barstools half-a-dozen gray-haired men sat like barnacles. When the door creaked shut behind Noah they turned in unison to sneer at the schoolteacher in pressed khaki trousers standing in the doorway. Olaf stood up, last in line and farthest from the door, looked down at Noah over the top of his glasses, and pulled out the barstool next to his own. "Hello, boy," he said across the room as he pushed two empty Bloody Mary glasses into the bar gutter and crushed out a cigarette. "Come here. Have a seat. What do you know?"

As Noah approached, he took inventory of the old man: A baggy chambray work shirt frayed at the collar and cuffs and a pair of dungarees cinched with a canvas belt brought attention to how thin he had become; his hair and beard were both completely white now and even more unkempt than Noah remembered; his black boots were untied. As Olaf extended his hand, Noah saw evidence of the arthritis his sister had warned him of, but when he took the old man's hand, the strength of the grip surprised him.

"Hi, Dad."

Olaf pulled the barstool out further. When Noah sat, his father stepped back, sizing up Noah in his own manner. "Penny loafers, huh?"

Noah shrugged and held his hands up in a gesture of deference.

"What'll you drink?" Olaf said.

"Orange juice. It's ten o'clock in the morning."

"Orange juice for the boy, Mel!"

Whereas the other patrons had newspapers or each other for company, Olaf had been sitting alone, with only his drink before him. When he rejoined Noah at the bar, he resumed the posture of a loner, looking straight ahead at the bar back and rolling another cigarette.

Their talk over the next hour could hardly have passed for conversation. Between bites of runny eggs and greasy hash browns, Olaf asked Noah about his job and his girlfriend. Noah asked after the old man's health and the state of the cabin up on Lake Forsone, where Olaf had recently moved after selling their house on High Street. Olaf drank two more Bloody Marys with Grain Belt snits. Occasionally his voice surged and the other men in the bar set their drinks down to look at him. Everyone knew who he was, of course, and there seemed to be dueling sympathies in their attention. On the one hand, they must have admired his tragedy, and on the other, pitied his churlishness.

In a lull during their breakfast Noah said, "I'm getting married."

"That's what your sister tells me." Olaf shifted his gaze from the bar back to the ceiling and blew a stream of smoke. "Getting hitched," he continued under his breath.

Noah slid his plate forward and swiveled to face his Father. "In October. I hope you'll be there."

Instead of answering, Olaf summoned Mel. "The boy's settling down, partner," he announced. "Tying the knot."

"The slipknot?"

"That's the one," Olaf said.

"God help him," Mel replied.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink," Olaf said, turning his attention back to Noah, "but you've already got your juice." Instead he motioned for another Bloody Mary. Mel set about making it. "A slipknot, it's like a noose," Olaf explained. "It's a joke, boy."

"A good one, too."

Noah remembered looking his father in the eye and seeing nothing but a boozy vacancy. The old man's drunkenness had always struck Noah as cumulative. Olaf had not spent nights in the hoosegow, he'd not crashed the family car into light poles or missed mortgage payments because his paycheck had been squandered here at the Freighter. Despite this, the years had surely added up to something, to some soggy history that diminished the old man. Noah had an impulse to scold him but did not. Instead he rose to leave. "I've got a flight," he explained. "I hope you'll make the wedding." He put his hand on his father's shoulder in a gesture that should have been reversed. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Olaf looked again over the top of his glasses. "I'll see you in October."

"You ready for another beer?" The bartender's voice came as if from that morning years ago. He cleared the empty basket, took measure of Noah's shot glass on the bar.

"No, thanks."

"I swear, if you weren't the spitting image of that old cuss, I'd suspect you of lying." He pointed at the whiskey.

"Sorry," Noah said. "I appreciate the thought. I've just never been able to stomach the stuff."

"No harm," he said, then placed the tab on the bar.

"Are there any boats tonight?" Noah asked.

Mel looked at the clock on the wall. "Erindring's outbound in an hour. Load of coal for the good people of Stockholm."

Noah laid payment on the tab. "Does he ever come down here anymore? You ever see him?"

"Your old man? Nah. I haven't seen him in what, five years? Maybe longer."

"I'll tell him you said hello. Thanks for everything."

"Anytime, now. Good-night."

At the breakwater listened to the canal water lapping against the wall. Herring gulls squawked and rolled and dove on invisible currents above the aerial bridge. Every couple of minutes one would pull up on the breakwater and hop toward Noah with a cocked head. They appeared famished and well fed at the same time. Their iridescent eyes glistened in the lamplight. He had always loved watching the gulls and thought there was something majestic about them up here, something very different from the scavenger gulls back in Boston. Here the gulls fished first and begged only after the smelt had gone out.

He looked over the breakwater wall, caught his shadowy reflection in the waves, and wondered how many times during the last twenty-four hours he'd tried to remember his father's aged face. Even as Noah had replayed the memories of that morning years ago in the Freighter, he had not quite been able to summon it.

The last of the gulls flew into the harbor, and he turned to head back. A light rain now mixed with the fog, and the temperature seemed to be falling. Not fifty paces to his left the foyer of the maritime museum was still lit. He approached the entrance and saw that it was open for another half hour. Inside, the split-level entryway was covered with posters and artifacts representing the Great Lakes shipping industry. He took the ramp up, which led into a large room with windows overlooking the canal. But for the person sitting behind the information desk, Noah was alone in the museum.

A crumpled lifeboat hung suspended from the ceiling on the edge of the main room. Next to it one of the anterooms advertised itself as the RAGNARØK EXHIBIT. Noah ventured in. A montage of photographs hung on the wall, and his father's image glared back from two. The first took Noah's breath away. It was an eighteen-by-twelve-inch black-and-white of the crew of the Rag. They huddled dockside in front of the black-hulled freighter during a late-winter snow squall. Taken in March 1967, the day of her first cruise that shipping season, it reminded Noah of countless other departures. Most of the thirty races in the photograph were blurred in the snow or hidden by the wool collars of the crew's standard-issue peacoats, but the image of his father's gaze-unblemished by the snow and unhidden by his collar-was clear. The placard beside the photo said: THE CREW OF THE ILL-FATED SUPERIOR STEEL SHIP SS RAGNARØK, MARCH 1967. THE SHIP IS AT BERTH AT THE SUPERIOR STEEL DOCKS IN DULUTH HARBOR. THE RAG WOULD FOUNDER IN A GALE OFF ISLE ROYALE EIGHT MONTHS LATER. TWENTY-SEVEN OF HER THIRTY HANDS WERE LOST. It also listed, in parentheses, each of the men, from left to right, front to back.

Noah recognized the second photograph, taken of the three survivors. Luke Lifthrasir lay on a four-handled gurney being carried up the glazed boulder beach, his gauze-wrapped arm raised triumphantly in a frostbitten fist. Two men in Coast Guard uniforms tended to Bjorn Vifte, who sat huddled under a wool blanket. Noah's father sat in the edge of the picture, alone, his shoulders slumped over his knees, the small of his back resting against an ancient cedar tree that grew from a cleft in the bedrock. Blood frozen in parallel lines stained his cheek. In the background, a photographer aimed his camera at the same wrecked lifeboat that hung on display from the ceiling in the next room. The second placard read: THE THREE SURVIVORS OF THE WRECK OF THE SS RAGNARØK, ASHORE AT LAST, HAT POINT, WAUSWAUGONING BAY, LAKE SUPERIOR. NOVEMBER 6TH, 1967.

Noah toured the rest of the museum like a somnambulist. A collection of ship models and more photographs chronicling the nautical history of Lake Superior filled one room. Recovered relics from Great Lake shipwrecks-forks, lanterns, life vests, a teakettle, a sextant, a compass, an oil can, a coal shovel, a brass bell-lined the glass cases that circled another exhibit. A row of small rooms replicated the cabins of different ships, a sort of timeline of living conditions aboard Great Lakes freighters. A steam-turbine tugboat engine, circa 1925, twenty feet tall, rose between the split-level entry. And the museum's centerpiece, a model pilothouse complete with an antique wooden wheel, a chart room, and a brass Chadburn set to full steam, sat in the middle of the main hall.

From behind the wheel Noah looked out onto the lake. Although it was dark, he could see through the bare branches of a maple tree. Beyond the canal breakwaters and the channel lights the lake disappeared into an even deeper darkness. To his left, he knew, the bills stretched above town, shrouded in a chrysalis of late-autumn mizzle. And behind him the aerial bridge loomed like a skeleton.

Back outside, he resumed his spot at the breakwater. He heard the Erindring before he saw it. The ship blasted its horn, giving notice to the bridge-keeper. One long blow, like a cello's moan, followed by two short blows was responded to in kind. The warning arms dropped on either side of the bridge, and it rose. A couple minutes later and the freighter was in full view, pushing through the pewter lake fog and faint harbor lights. It moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, and Noah marveled-as he had maybe a thousand times before-at the original notion of a million pounds of floating steel.

A faint hum accompanied the steaming ship under the bridge as it eased its way through the channel, past Noah, who had walked out to the end of the breakwater. The muted drone and eerie slapping of water against the hull accentuated a silence that seemed to grow as the ship inched its way nearer the end of the pier. When the first quarter of the bow passed, it was quiet enough that he could hear two men standing on the pilothouse deck, speaking a language he didn't recognize. One of the men tossed his cigarette into the lake and nodded at Noah. In another few seconds the stern was even with the end of the breakwater and the hum replaced by water gurgling up from the prop. For five minutes Noah watched the ship until it disappeared into the eventide.

NOAH STOOD AT the breakwater thinking of Natalie long after the Erindring had passed into the darkness. After he had hung up with his father the day before, he sat on the edge of the bed in dumb disbelief. He heard his wife come into the bedroom, and when he looked up she was leaning against the door frame in the oversized Dartmouth sweatshirt she wore around the house.

"Who was that?" she asked. "My father."

She stepped fully into the bedroom and stood before Noah. "What's wrong?"

"He's sick." Noah looked back down. "I told him I'd come home."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"No." He stood and put the phone back in the bedside cradle. "It's probably not a very good idea. But why would he call? I have to go, don't I?"

(Continues...)



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  • Posted January 18, 2011

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    A quiet, simple story about a father and a son. Told in simple, but beautiful prose, Safe from the Sea reminds you what it feels like to read a really good book.

    Noah returns home to take care of his dying father, Olaf. The two have not been close for several years, so Noah is surprised at his father's request. Although the decision to return home is not an easy one and is not a decision his wife Natalie is happy about, he decides to make the trip back to the lakeshore landscape of northern Minnesota. There, the two grapple with their past and what brought them to this place in their lives. Peter Geye's writing is simple and clean. There are no extraneous details to be found. Every word is thoughtfully chosen and blends seamlessly into the story as a whole. The characters are genuine and weathered to a degree, which makes them all the more endearing to the reader. Most of the novel takes place in a cabin on the lake. Surrounded by the chill of winter, you can smell the fire in the wood stove, feel the crispness of the snow beneath their feet. This is one of those novels where the setting certainly adds to the story, but Geye manages to allow it to exist within the background, quietly. It doesn't compete with the rest of the story, and I found that the same can be said for any of the components within this novel. They all mesh beautifully with one another. I really enjoyed Safe from the Sea. I found it to be deeply moving and well told.

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  • Posted October 26, 2010

    Beautifully written!

    This book was our book club selection this month. So glad, as I might not have picked it up on my own. The story is compelling and the characters very real and engaging. I definitely cared about what happened to them, especially the reconciliation between father and son. Geye clearly loves words and uses them to draw his places and people in a very convincing way.

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  • Posted September 14, 2010

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    Peter Geye provides an enjoyable brisk tale.

    Thirty-five years ago, a tragedy on Lake Superior changed their lives forever, estranging father and son. Now Noah, encouraged by his wife Natalie, is returning to Misquah, Minnesota to see his dad for the first time in what seems like forever.

    Noah is unsure what type of reception he will receive but expects it will be colder than the winter weather. Instead he is stunned to see how old and sick his father appears. Dying, Olaf who hid what happened on the ore boat three and half decades ago decides it is time to tell his son the truth that has haunted him as one of the few survivors.

    Safe From The Sea is an engaging character driven saga in which an estranged father and son bond when Olaf tells Noah what happened on that tragic day. The entertaining story line contains other back-stories including Noah's look at his marriage as well as Olaf relating other sea adventures. Although a father and son bonding as adults is not new (see the nonfiction The Bond: Three Young Men Learn to Forgive and Reconnect with Their Fathers by Davis, Jenkins and Hunt, and the fiction Gilead by Marilynne Robinson), Peter Geye provides an enjoyable brisk tale.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 30, 2010

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    I Also Recommend:

    A Beautiful and Tender Tale

    When Noah travels to Misquah, Minnessota, to see his aging father Olaf, he is not sure what to expect. He certainly didn't expect to see the sick and frail man Olaf has become. But it has been many years since Noah and Olaf have seen each other, and even more years filled with tension between the two. Olaf is one of the few survivors of a horrific shipwreck on Lake Superior, and the ghosts still haunt his every footstep. Knowing the end is near, Olaf wants to finally share with Noah the events of that fateful night, a story Noah has been yearning to hear since it happened. Sharing this and other stories, the ties that bond these two men will become stronger than ever.

    Safe From the Sea was very beautifully written. That can sound cliche, but when I find myself reading passages form the story aloud, I know the writing has truly captured me. It was a sad and touching book, but some scenes made me laugh out loud, while others were so moving that I had to take a moment away from the pages. The atmosphere is rich with history setting. I would have liked to see more of his wife Natalie, as some of the best parts of the book were when Noah was reflecting back on both the good and not-so-good moments of his marriage. Peter Geye has given me a short read that I enjoyed so much, his next book is sure to be on my list as well.

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    Wonderful book!!!!

    I really loved this book, the discriptions of the North Shore made it seem like you where along for the ride. It was a wonderful story of a surviving father of a shipwreck told to his son. I finished this book quickly as it was just so compelling and hard to put down. I would highly recommend this book.

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  • Posted April 26, 2012

    This was a remarkable book, especially for a new writer. I am lo

    This was a remarkable book, especially for a new writer. I am looking forward to enjoying more books by Geye in the future!

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