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🎵"...One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing
Yes you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning,
There's nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by..."🎵
~Summertime by Ella Fitzgerald
What an incredible story from a very talented writer/storyteller – The Last Whaler is one of my favorite reads of the year!
From the very first pages, Reeves immerses you in a ‘hallowed’ journey to a place vastly unknown to time, history, and the world at large. Her meticulous research into the Artic, its landscape and flora, its whaling and WWII history are seamlessly intertwined into one couple’s story of love, life, and survival in 1930’s-40’s Svalbard (halfway between The North Pole and Norway.
Their story, told through botanist Astrid’s letters to the son she’d lost, and her whaler husband Tor’s later thoughts and remembrances on said letters, grapples with so much of life’s emotional experiences and the forces of and to nature. Amidst the back and forth of their POV’s, Reeves weaves into her words the ache for understanding nature, self-discovery, love, loneliness, survival, and even more so, grief and depression. I believe Hemingway would have agreed with me – The Last Whaler is like an iceberg itself, so much unseen to the naked eye yet so much depth in just 312 pages.
🗺“Yes, the world is dangerous and sad and beautiful. There is no equilibrium, no careful balance between joy and sorrow. There is now, there is then, there is whatever may come. And no guarantee that You mete out only what we can endure.” ~ Tor Handerland
I do feel it necessary to provide the content/trigger warnings: animal death, postpartum depression, child loss, and suicide. In lieu of a QoTD, I think it is so important to say that it IS OK not to feel ok. You are not alone, and help is always available – it is just a text away.
Thank you to @cynthia_p_reeves and @suzyapprovedbooktours for my gifted physical copy. All thoughts and opinions are my own.