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“Shark attacks on human beings generate a tremendous amount of media coverage,” Benchley writes, “partly because they occur so rarely, but mostly,...
“Shark attacks on human beings generate a tremendous amount of media coverage,” Benchley writes, “partly because they occur so rarely, but mostly, I think, because people are, and always have been, simultaneously intrigued and terrified by sharks. Sharks come from a wing of the dark castle where our nightmares live—deep water beyond our sight and understanding—and so they stimulate our fears and fantasies and imaginations.”
Benchley describes the many types of sharks (including the ones that pose a genuine threat to man), what is and isn’t known about shark behavior, the odds against an attack and how to reduce them even further—all reinforced with the lessons he has learned, the mistakes he has made, and the personal perils he has encountered while producing television documentaries, bestselling novels, and articles about the sea and its inhabitants. He tells how to swim safely in the ocean, how to read the tides and currents, what behavior to avoid, and how to survive when danger suddenly strikes. He discusses how to tell children about sharks and the sea and how to develop, in young and old alike, a healthy respect for the ocean.
As Benchley says, “The ocean is the only alien and potentially hostile environment on the planet into which we tend to venture without thinking about the animals that live there, how they behave, how they support themselves, and how they perceive us. I know of no one who would set off into the jungles of Malaysia armed only with a bathing suit, a tube of suntan cream, and a book, and yet that’s precisely how we approach the oceans.”
No longer. Not after you’ve read Shark Trouble.
From the Hardcover edition.
“Benchley is a master.” —Chicago Tribune
“Benchley’s a fine, smooth writer, taut of technique,
inventive of language.” —The Washington Post, about Beast
“Benchley’s pacing is irresistible. His descriptions of complex action, machinery and marine life are as colorful and vivid as a tropical reef before pollution set in.”
—The New York Times, about White Shark
From the Hardcover edition.
Let's start with a story about sharks: Dangerous Reef, in the Neptunes Islands, 1974.
Blinded by blood, nauseated by the taste of fish guts, whale oil, and putrid horse flesh, I gripped the aluminum bars of the shark cage to steady myself against the violent, erratic jolts as the cage was tossed by the choppy sea. A couple of feet above, the surface was a prism that scattered rays of gray from the overcast sky; below, the bottom was a dim plain of sand sparsely covered with strands of waving grass.
The water was cold, a spill from the chill Southern Ocean that traversed the bottom of the world, and my core body heat was dropping; it could no longer warm the seepage penetrating my neoprene wetsuit. I shivered, and my teeth chattered against the rubber mouthpiece of my regulator.
Happy now? I thought to myself. Ten thousand miles you flew, for the privilege of freezing to death in a sea of stinking chum.
I envisioned the people on the boat above, warmed by sunlight and cups of steaming tea, cozy in their woolen sweaters: my wife, Wendy; the film crew from ABC-TV's American Sportsman; the boat crew and their leader, Rodney Fox, the world's most celebrated shark-attack survivor.
I thought of the animal I was there to see: the great white shark, largest of all the carnivorous fish in the sea. Rarely had it been seen under water; rarer still were motion pictures of great whites in the wild.
And I thought of why I was bobbing alone in a flimsy cage in the frigid sea: I had written a novel about that shark, and had called it Jaws, and when it had unexpectedly become a popular success, a television producer had challenged me to go diving with the monster of my imagination. How could I say no?
Now, though, I wondered how I could have said yes.
Visibility was poor--ten feet? Twenty? It was impossible to gauge because nothing moved against the walls of blue gloom surrounding me. I turned, slowly, trying to see in all directions at once, peering over, under, beside the clouds of blood that billowed vividly against the blue green water.
I had expected to find silence under water, but my breath roared, like wind in a tunnel, as I inhaled through my regulator, and my exhales gurgled noisily, like bubbles being blown through a straw in a drink. Waves slapped against the loose-fitting top hatch of the cage, the welded joints creaked with every torque and twist, and when the rope that tethered the cage to the boat drew taut, there was a thudding, straining noise and the clank of the steel ring scraping against its anchor plate.
Then I saw movement. Something was moving against the blue. Something dark. It was there and gone and there again, not moving laterally, as I'd thought it would, not circling, but coming straight at me, slowly, deliberately, unhurried, emerging from the mist.
I stopped breathing--not intentionally but reflexively, as if by suspending my breath I could suspend all animation--and I heard my pulse hammering in my ears. I wasn't afraid, exactly; I had been afraid, before, on the boat, but by now I had passed through fear into a realm of excitement and something like shocked disbelief.
There it is! Feel the pressure in the water as the body moves through it. The size of it! My God, the size!
The animal kept coming, and now I could see all of it: the pointed snout, the steel gray upper body in stark contrast with the ghostly white undercarriage, the symmetry of the pectoral fins, the awful knife blade of the dorsal fin, the powerful, deliberate back-and-forth of the scythelike tail fin that propelled the enormous body toward me, steadily, inexorably, as if it had no need for speed, for it knew it could not be stopped.
It did not slow, did not hesitate. Its black eyes registered neither interest nor excitement. As it drew within a few feet of me, it opened its mouth and I saw, first, the lower jaw crowded with jagged, needle-pointed teeth, and then--as the upper jaw detached from the skull and dropped downward--the huge, triangular cutting teeth, each side serrated like a saw blade.
The great white's mouth opened wider and wider, until it seemed it would engulf the entire cage, and me within it. Transfixed, I stared into the huge pink-and-white cavern that narrowed into a black hole, the gullet. I could see rows and rows of spare teeth buried in the gum tissue, each tooth a holstered weapon waiting to be summoned forward to replace a tooth lost in battle. Far back on each side of the massive head, gill flaps fluttered open and shut, admitting flickering rays of light.
A millisecond before the mouth would have collided with the cage, the great white bit down, rammed forward by a sudden thrust of its powerful tail. The upper teeth struck first, four inches from my face, scraping noisily--horribly--against the aluminum bars. Then the lower teeth gnashed quickly, as if seeking something solid in which to sink.
I shrank back, stumbling, as if through molasses, until I could cringe in relative safety in a far corner of the cage.
My brain shouted, You...you of all people, ought to know: HUMAN BEINGS DO NOT BELONG IN THE WATER WITH GREAT WHITE SHARKS!
The shark withdrew, then quickly bit the cage again, and again, and not till the third or fourth bite did I realize that there was something desultory about the attack. It seemed less an assault than an exploration, a testing. A tasting.
Then the shark turned, showing its flank, and by instinct I crept forward and extended my hand between the bars to feel its skin. Hard, it felt, and solid, a torpedo of muscle, sleek and polished like steel. I let my fingers trail along with the movement of the animal. But when I rubbed the other way, against the grain, I felt the legendary sandpaper texture, the harsh abrasiveness of the skin's construction: millions upon millions of minuscule toothlike particles, the dermal denticles.
The shark was moving away, upward; it had found a hunk of quartered horse, probably ten pounds, possibly twenty, dangling in the chum. The shark's mouth opened and--in a split-second mechanical replay of the bite on the cage--it swallowed the chunk of horse whole. Its gullet bulged once as the meat and bone passed through on its way to the gut.
Tantalized now, the shark turned again in search of something more to eat. It bit randomly, gaping and snapping as if hoping that the next bite, or the next, would prove fruitful.
I saw a length of rope drift into its gaping mouth: the lifeline, I realized, the only connection between the cage and the boat.
Drift out again. Don't get caught. Not in the mouth. Please.
The great white's mouth closed and opened, closed and opened; the shark shook its head, trying to rid itself of the rope. But the rope was stuck.
In a fraction of a second, I saw that the rope had snagged between two--perhaps three or four--of the shark's teeth.
At that instant, neurons and synapses in the shark's small, primitive brain must have connected and sent a message of alarm, of entrapment, for suddenly the shark seemed to panic. Instinct commandeered its tremendous strength and great weight--at least a ton, I knew, spread over the animal's fourteen-foot length--and detonated an explosion of frenzied thrashing.
The shark's tail whipped one way and its head the other; its body slammed against the cage, against the boat, between the cage and the boat. I was upside down, then on my side, then bashed against the side of the boat. There was no up and no down for me, only a burst of bubbles amid a cloud of blood and shreds of flesh from the chum and the butchered horse.
What are they doing up there? Don't they see what's going on down here? Why doesn't somebody do something?
For a second I saw the shark's head and the rope that had disappeared into its mouth--and that's the last thing I remember seeing for a long, long time. For when the shark's tail bashed the cage again, the cage slid down four or five feet and swung into the darkness beneath the boat.
I knew what would happen next; I had heard of it happening once before: the shark's teeth would sever the rope. My survival would depend on precisely where the rope was severed. If the shark found itself free of the cage, it would flee, leaving the cage to drift away and, perhaps, sink. Someone from the boat would get a line to me. Eventually.
But if the rope stayed caught in the shark's mouth, the animal might drag the cage to the bottom, fifty feet away, and beat it to pieces. If I were to have a chance of surviving, I would have to find the rope, grab it, and cut it, all while being tumbled about like dice in a cup.
I reached for the knife in the rubber sheath strapped to my leg.
This isn't really happening. It can't be! I'm just a writer! I write fiction!
It was happening, though, and somewhere in the chaos of my beleaguered brain I appreciated the irony.
How many other writers, I wondered, have had the privilege of writing the story that foretells their own grisly demise?
From the Hardcover edition.
|Preface: Aliens in the Sea|
|1||South Australia, 1974: Swimming with Nightmares||3|
|2||2001: The Summer of Hype||9|
|3||Sharks: How Little We Know||16|
|4||South Australia, 1974: Part II||22|
|6||South Australia, 1974: Part III||42|
|7||Six Dangerous Sharks||51|
|The Great White||51|
|Makos and Blue Sharks||65|
|Any Shark Can Ruin Your Day||67|
|8||Swimming Safely in the Sea||69|
|Ocean Water Is Always Moving||72|
|You Cannot Swim Against a Strong Current||73|
|Runout or Sea Puss||74|
|Drownproofing: A Survival Technique||80|
|9||How to Avoid Shark Attack||83|
|10||What to Do When Good Dives Go Bad||90|
|11||You Say You Want to Dive with Sharks?||100|
|12||Teach Your Children Well: Some Sharks Facts and a Story||109|
|The Day All the Sharks Died||114|
|13||Dangerous to Man? Moray Eels, Killer Whales, Barracudas, and Other Creatures We Fear||127|
|Killer Whales (Orcas)||136|
|Squid - Giant and Otherwise||154|
|14||Even More Creatures to Avoid ... and Respect||164|
|15||Okay, So What Can We Do?||177|
Jaws author Peter Benchley speaks up for a misunderstood beast in Shark Trouble. Science & Nature editor Laura Wood shares her email conversation with the author.
Barnes & Noble.com: As you can imagine, I have read an untold number of nonfiction science books, and I can say that your novel-writing skills certainly made the subject come alive. Was writing this nonfiction book a different kind of experience for you, or are the same principles at work?
Peter Benchley: It was both at once. When I was telling the stories about experiences I've had, things that have happened to me, encounters with sharks, I found myself constructing the tales as if they were part of a novel: emphasizing the suspense, directing the peaks and valleys so as to maintain reader interest, et cetera. At the same time, however, I had to restrain my fictional impulse, so as not to warp the truth. My training in journalism helped a lot. I recalled many of the basic lessons I learned at Newsweek and The Washington Post years ago and have kept fresh by writing for National Geographic magazine, among others: Write tightly, write clearly, write a lead that involves the reader, and stick to the facts.
B&N.com: As you point out, sharks fascinate people because they are one of a handful of large predators left on the planet. As terrifying as they might be, the sad fact today is that we are much more of a threat to them than they are to us. From your book it seems like you came around to a conservation point of view after the success of Jaws, when you were the "talent" for various underwater documentaries.
PB: When I was writing Jaws (30 years ago! ye gods!), my -- and the world's -- environmental sensibility had barely been born. Earth Day was only a year old. Most people still believed that the oceans were eternal and invincible, immune to anything man could possibly do to them. And very few people knew anything about sharks, especially great white sharks. There was so little literature on them, and so few people had any experience with them, that, for research, I relied heavily on the superb 1971 documentary film Blue Water, White Death and the book that accompanied it, Peter Matthiessen's Blue Meridian.
The success of Jaws led to invitations to do television shows, especially for ABC's legendary American Sportsman series, and those shows gave me the opportunity to learn enormous amounts about the oceans and their inhabitants. The more I came to know, the more sensitized I became to the problems in the seas. I was able to work at the side of great scientists and ocean conservationists like Dr. Sylvia Earle and Dr. Eugenie Clark (the celebrated "shark lady"). We became friends and, to this day, we work together on conservation projects. I quickly grew to regard sharks and the sea with great respect rather than fear, and that respect, in turn, let me to immerse myself in conservation issues. Today I'm on the National Board of Environmental Defense and am a spokesman for other marine-oriented organizations.
B&N.com: I liked the way you described the public's attitude toward the ocean. As you said, no one would wander into the Amazon with nothing but a bathing suit and suntan lotion, yet the ocean is really a wilderness. For the most part, are the people you talk with ready to change their attitudes?
PB: I've always been amazed at how little guidance the public is given about ocean safety. The Red Cross, of course, has always offered water-safety programs, but relatively few people (compared to the number who venture into the sea, that is) take advantage of them. This is due partly, I think, to our resistance to recognizing the sea as the great and untamed wilderness it is. The sea is right there, in our backyard, and it doesn't occur to us that there could be any peril in plunging into it. One of the most astonishing facts I came across while doing research for Shark Trouble is that more than 80 percent of all living things on earth live in the sea. And they all, naturally, have to eat.
A primary reason I wrote the book was to incorporate as much helpful information as I could in one accessible place, so that people who want to know about anything from drown-proofing to shark attacks can find basic knowledge, at least, in a single source. A lot of people who have heard about the book have shared your reaction: "Why haven't I heard this stuff before?"
B&N.com: Earth without wild animals would lack something vital. However, if humans are going to share the planet with any wild animals then we must understand that they have their own agendas and act accordingly. Then there is the gray area where wild animals have learned that we will provide them with something they want -- a pact that must not be broken. Your story about your son and the moray eel was a sad commentary on how we put these animals into a situation where a misunderstanding is inevitable and they will be the losers. Do you see this becoming even more of a problem in the near future?
PB: Yes. As more and more people interact with marine animals, misunderstandings will be inevitable. Any time a human has intentional contact with a wild animal -- be it a lion, a bear, a dolphin or a shark -- he or she is taking a calculated risk. The more you know, of course, the better your calculations can be, but there will always be mistakes.
B&N.com: It seems like the bottom line is that the author of Jaws has become a shark hugger (metaphorically, of course)?
PB: Never, ever, try to hug a shark. It's okay to hug a tree, because trees haven't been known to bite, but a shark...? Very poor idea.
What I definitely have become (to the best of my ability) is a shark protector, a shark advocate, a shark appreciator, and above all, a shark respecter. Sharks have an extremely important place in the natural order; they've been around, practically unchanged, for 30 or 40 million years, and we're just beginning to learn how complex and wonderful they are. I know so much more about sharks than I did when I wrote Jaws that I couldn't possibly write the same story today.
B&N.com: Is there anything else you would like to add?
PB: I hope that Shark Trouble will entertain readers, of course, but I hope, too, that it will give them some helpful information. Finally, I hope it will dispel many of the myths about sharks -- some of which, I know, Jaws helped perpetuate.
Perhaps the most surprising single thing about Jaws to me is that it has had such a long life. These days, I receive about 1,000 letters a year from youngsters who weren't alive when the book was published or the movie released, and none of them ever writes about how scary the story is or how dangerous sharks are. They all think sharks are awesome, neat, cool, and fascinating. They all want to know more about sharks.
For a writer -- for this writer, anyway -- there's nothing more gratifying.
Posted July 5, 2011
Anybody else find it deliously ironic that the author of JAWS( resonably blamed for generating the intense fear, phobia, and, in some cases, sheer hate of sharks) has written a book promoting them. I understand that he loved sharks before JAWS and probaly didnt realize it would cause so much damage to their reputation... that is alot of guilt. I am sure he wrote this book for many reasons but i cant help but think one of these is damage control... any ways this book is great and so is his other book "Shark Tales"
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Posted June 2, 2011
Shark finning and/or killing they r pretty much same thing and i think that ppl should like shaarks mmore dont be predujice towards sharks learn about them b4 u judge them and form your own opinion on sharks sharks are running out of time only u can save them i support this book and author
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Posted November 25, 2002
I love to read about sharks, but what i love the most is to read the "truth" about sharks. Not all the time you can sit back and read about sharks without finding some fiction about them. Personally i would blame books like the infamous "JAWS" for the disastrous killing of sharks (of all types and sizes), and we need more books like "SHARK TROUBLE" to open the minds of those who believe in everything they hear and see. I am a certified diver and in my very first dive i saw a couple of Bull sharks, it was one of my most beautiful experiences to see them so calm and minding their own business. It was just b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l., and i am glad i saw them. Really recomend this book, you won't be dissapointed, and you will learn all you need to know about sharks.
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Posted November 24, 2002
I just finished reading this book and I thought that it was like the best book that I ever read. He made everything so interesting and he got me interested in Sharks and the ocean again. I was mildly interested in them when I was little and he renewed that interest. Now I am next to being obsessed with the subject. I hope he writes another book like this because that can't be all of the stories that have happened to him!:) So that was my opinion! Super...wonderful, great.
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Posted July 8, 2002
Peter benchley gives us the real scoop on The Summer of The Shark. He clears up all the media hype and gives us the truth about sharks. Although Sharks, and the sea in general, should be treated with a healthy respect, there is no reason not to enloy it, and he teaches you just that. Great summer read, I loved it!
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Posted July 25, 2011
In school we had to do a newspaper arcticl and i did mine on sharks and how we need to save them! I mean when i go to collage in gonna be a marine biologist and iv been studieing sharks for about seven yrs now plz help to save or sharks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted July 6, 2004
Even if he made them up these stories are great! My husband, who loves the ocean, fishing, diving, read this book last year and recommends it to everyone.
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Posted February 24, 2004
This book made me feel an entire range of emotions and I couldn't put it down. With each story told I went into it with more and more interest. 'Jaws' scared me, but 'Shark Trouble' made me feel more at ease with the ocean and all of its amazing inhabitants.
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Posted March 20, 2014
EXTREMELY INTERESTING NON-FICTION! Benchley and his family are all certified divers. Not only does he give information about sharks, but also detailed descriptions of encounters with them while diving. He also describes encounters with a manta ray, orcas, great barracuda, etc. There is also information about how to survive ocean hazards such as riptides and undertows, and periodically little trivial physics facts are included. Did you know that if you bleed while down deep in the ocean, your blood appears black, that an animal may appear 30% larger underwater because the water can act as a lense, that some squid have claws in their suckers, that the dorsal fin of an orca may be 5 or 6' high, that great white pups are 4 or 5' long when born? I learned all this from PB's fascinating book. It is easy and light enough reading for a child but interesting for anyone. He has a humorous writing style.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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