This was an interesting read, but it did not fully satisfy. Mostly it was because I never truly felt connected to the stories… and certainly the stories never felt fully connected to each other… lacking any kind of narrative coherence or cohesion. Reading this was a very disjointed experience. It did not help that the first story - about underwater photography, which should have been fascinating - just came off as trivial, focused as it was on Hollywood. It took something I should have been fascinated with and completely lost my interest.
Indeed, on page 50, the author herself, in a discussion about the ocean writers she admires, muses on whether there is ‘something meditative about the ocean waves’ that ‘gave that writing a certain lyrical quality.’ And that, fundamentally is my problem with this book. It never gets meditative… and it lacks the selfsame lyrical quality.
Another part of my dis-satisfaction with this book, perhaps, is my own… a matter of expectation. A better title for this collection would have been ‘Imperilled Humanity.’ While the ocean figures in each of the ‘stories’ it really is much less about the ocean - perhaps with the exception of ‘Cleaning the Coast’ - and much more about the human tragedies - or not - that are playing out in, on, or near the ocean. I expected a compelling treatise on the state of the oceans… something that would be a rallying cry and wake up call for that portion of the planet’s population who are still in denial about the current climate crisis. I got none of that from this.