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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Lawrence in Arabia: War, Deceit, Imperial Folly and the Making of the Modern Middle East” by Scott Anderson

October 31, 2014

Image via The New York TimesNotice the title of this book: it’s not “Lawrence of Arabia” (that’s a movie) or “Seven Pillars of Wisdom” (a memoir). “Lawrence in Arabia” is a penetrating, well-written history of the Middle East during the First World War. Scott Anderson’s clear and comprehensible book describes the tumult and cross purposes the major European powers thrust on the Middle East during that war. He focuses his tale of plotting, politics and, in some cases, double dealing,on the actions of four major players, none of them native to the area. The Lawrence of the title is T.E. Lawrence, who during the war served largely as the British army’s liaison to King Hussein, the Sherif of Mecca, and encouraged Hussein and other Arabs to revolt against their Ottoman overlords, with the promise of independence after the war.

The other main characters are just as interesting, if somewhat less colorful. They include William Yale, an American employee of Standard Oil Company of New York prospecting for oil. Yale managed to spend most of the war years in the Middle East, first continuing his work for his employer, then, once the United States and the Ottoman Empire entered the war on opposite sides, as an American political and military liaison to the British. Curt Prufer, a German scholar and spy, acted on behalf of Germany – the Germans remained in Jerusalem for most of the war. Last but by no means least was Aaron Aaronsohn, a Romanian-Jewish emigre to what was then called Palestine. Aaronsohn was an agronomist who spent the pre-war years identifying the best ways to irrigate and farm the unpromising land. During the war he set up a spy network, though it took him a long time and a great deal of persuasion before anyone would pay attention to the information he provided.

Note that none of the main characters was Arab. The entire area was governed by the Ottoman Empire from Constantinople. The Turks garrisoned soldiers much of the way down the Arabian Peninsula, but had many more matters of concern closer to home (Armenians, for one). There are plenty of Arabs who play important parts in this narrative, but, except for Lawrence, none of the other principals had their interests at heart. Yale’s were commercial – the war would not last forever, and it was becoming clear that there was oil in the Middle East (just how much had yet to be charted). The English needed, in addition, to use the Middle East to protect access to their colony in India. Aaronsohn was a committed Zionist. Since the winner wouldn’t become clear until close to the end of the war, Germany too wanted to ensure its interests in the post-war years.

There are many other players, whose names you might recognize, in the book. Mark Sykes, of the Sykes-Picot agreement, in which France and the United Kingdom agreed on separate zones of interest for the post-war years, while promising the Arabs an independent country in exchange for fighting the Turks. Arthur Balfour, whose 1918 Balfour Declaration spurred the creation of the state of Israel. Edmund Allenby, who by the end of the war was in command of the British forces in the region. Every country’s interests were clear, and every single one of their representatives behaved opportunistically, and we are still watching the consequences play out over the region today.

“Lawrence of Arabia” is a terrific book, clear and accessible, and should be required reading for anyone who wants to understand the issues that continue to roil the Middle East today. It’s got spies, war, and even some very smart women. (Who knew that Chaim Weizmann’s sister Minna was a spy for Germany?) Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

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Paul O. Zelinsky to appear at Greenlight Books on Saturday (11/1)

October 29, 2014

On Saturday, November 1, at 11 AM, Paul O. Zelinsky, the beloved children’s book author and illustrator and Brooklyn resident, will read from and draw from the new book “Circle, Square, Moose,” written by Kelly Bingham and illustrated by Mr. Zelinsky. He’ll also lead a shape-themed art activity – watch out for Moose’s mischief! Ages 3-8. More information here.

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Greenlight Bookstore is located at 686 Fulton Street at South Portland Street.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “The Assault” by Harry Mulisch

October 24, 2014

In January 1945, Haarlem in the Netherlands still awaits liberation from the Nazis. Anton Steenwijk, 12 years old, lives with his mother, father and older brother in a canal-side house, among four houses that were meant to be the beginning of a housing development. The Steenwijks have kept their heads down throughout the Occupation, and survived so far, even without enough food for two growing boys or enough fuel to heat their house. Then a collaborator, the Police Chief of Haarlem, is shot and killed in front of one of the four houses. In the ensuing Nazi actions, Anton’s father, mother, and brother are killed. Anton, sitting in a police car, is forgotten for a while. He is taken to a jail, where he spends a dark night in a cell with a woman, whose name he never learns, who has been wounded. Eventually the Nazis deliver Anton to an uncle in Amsterdam, who adopts him.

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Anton grows up, becomes a doctor, marries once and has a child, divorces and remarries and has a second child. The events of January 1945 are buried, except that they’re not: in subsequent years, Anton goes back once or twice to Haarlem to visit. Various people who were involved that night reappear in Anton’s life, including the son of the murdered man who is a former classmate of Anton’s, and the resistance members who planned the assassination. The Netherlands is a small country, and Mulisch is skillful at making what might seem too easy a coincidence utterly persuasive. Each person Anton meets has his own experience of that night, and his own understanding of what actually happened. With every piece of the puzzle, Anton relives the assault, but also comes to a fuller understanding of the roles everyone around him – his parents, the resistance fighters, the neighbors, the bystanders – experienced as events played out.

Mulisch assumes the Germans’ guilt, of course, but it’s the degrees of guilt of nearly all the parties involved that Mulisch explores. The Steenwijks become involved when one of their neighbors moves the body in front of their house. Why move it there? Perhaps because one of the neighbors has something to protect. Does Anton’s school friendship with the assassinated man’s son Fake make him guilty in some way? It’s through Fake that Anton learns a central piece of what happened. What about the resistance? They were willing to sacrifice Dutch families to a cruel fate in order to remove a hated collaborator.

Anton doesn’t need closure, but he does learn why events unfolded in the way they did. He lived through the war, Mulisch tells us, grew up and had children. In the face of that fact the guilt or innocence of others almost doesn’t matter. “The Assault” is a disturbing and gripping story about everything that makes us human from one of the 20th century’s best writers. What’s your take on this small gem? Let us know in the comments.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Gods Behaving Badly” A Novel by Marie Phillips

October 17, 2014

Eternity is a long time, even for an immortal. Thanks to a good real estate deal in the 1660s the Greek Gods have been living in London for some time, or so the premise of Marie Phillips’ hilarious novel has it. Although they are heartily sick of each other, they avoid mortals to the extent possible. That’s unfortunate, because with the exception of Ares and Hermes the Gods don’t have much to do – the banning of fox hunts, for example, limits Artemis’ scope – and they’re also short of funds.

The gods’ needs are minimal – they don’t eat or, evidently, need electricity, but each does what he or she can to bring in a little money. Artemis is a dog-walker; Dionysus runs a wine bar; Apollo is trying out a gig as the psychic host of a TV show on an obscure channel. Aphrodite has a successful phone sex business. Athena may be the goddess of wisdom but she finds communicating – anything – a challenge.

One day Alice, a mortal, presents herself at their door. Alice has a degree in linguistics but makes her living as a cleaner, and the Gods need help cleaning their house. Alice is madly in love with Neil, another mortal, and he with her, but both are too shy to express their love. Through a series of circumstances much too complicated to summarize here, Alice catches the eye of Apollo, is killed by one of Zeus’ lightning bolts, and the world threatens to come to an end.

Only Hades and Persephone can keep things going, it seems, and they are of course in the Underworld. In fact, Persephone has come to prefer life there as the Gods’ circumstances in the Upper World decay. A hero is needed to persuade them to step in, and Neil, much to his surprise, is that hero. It helps that Alice is in the Underworld (you get there, appropriately enough, by the Underground), and that Neil hopes for a second chance. If you are thinking of Orpheus and Eurydice at this point, Ms Phillips is well ahead of you.

The effect of the disjunct between the Gods’ past glory and their present circumstances (the portrait of Zeus as a decrepit old man will be familiar to readers with aging parents) is deeply dispiriting to them (though Eros finds some satisfaction exploring Christianity). Neil and Alice are not particularly religious, and there is some nice argument about who is – and is not – a God. Fortunately, the mortals provide the liveliness and initiative missing in the Gods. (The Gods do have active sex lives. Not Artemis, who continues to value chastity.) Phillips wraps everything up very satisfactorily. If you have a long plane ride or vacation planned, take this witty book with you. Or give it to a friend who is convalescing. Your friend will feel better immediately, and so will you.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights” by Katha Pollitt

October 10, 2014

It’s been more than 40 years since the United States Supreme Court, in Roe v. Wade, limited the restrictions that states may place on abortion. For many of us, the fight for legal abortion seemed to be over. But in the intervening years an organized, effective opposition has persuaded several state legislatures, to chip away at a woman’s ability to terminate a pregnancy. The US Supreme Court has allowed them to impose restrictions such as waiting periods; required sonograms, parental permission for teenagers. Most chilling, opponents have now hit on the tactic, still being litigated, of imposing hospital admitting privileges so onerous (and unnecessary) that clinics will have to close because they are unable to comply. It’s an effective tactic that puts abortion out of the reach of many women, particularly poor ones. Yet most Americans continue to support the right to abortion, and more than a million abortions take place every year. How this disconnect happened, and what we can do about it, form the core of Katha Pollitt’s new book “Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights.”

Pollitt points out that polls show there to be a large blurry middle consisting of citizens who support the right to abortion and take it for granted. Our sense of security in this right is baseless, she argues, and it is this middle whom Pollitt seeks to engage. One of the ways she does so is by telling the stories of women who’ve chosen to have abortions. She supports those stories with facts:

By menopause, 3 in 10 American women will have terminated at least one pregnancy; about half of all US women who have an abortion have already had a prior abortion; excluding miscarriages, 21 percent of pregnancies end in abortion . . . around 6 in 10 women who have abortions are already mothers.

Abortion isn’t for someone else, Pollitt argues, it’s for us: our mothers, our sisters, our daughters, or friends. The people who are hurt by the chipping away of access are ourselves and people like us.

Pollitt also takes apart the arguments of the small but vocal and persistent minority (approximately 20% of Americans, she says) who oppose abortion in all circumstances. Her points are consistently mordant. Here’s one example:

Do abortion opponents really believe that a fertilized egg or a pea-sized shrimp-like embryo is a child? True believers surely must. After all, American life is full of things large numbers of people consider coarse and callous and wrong, but nobody shoots up porn studios or burns down gambling casinos or physically waylays men seeking to enter massage parlors . . The anti-abortion movement . . . is also a protest against women’s growing freedom and power, including their sexual freedom and power.

That’s the crux of Pollitt’s argument: that the issue isn’t so much about the fetus, despite the large amounts of attention paid to it, but about the woman, and her sexuality. After all, it’s not as if the US pays much attention to the child – or mother – after the birth. In fact, she argues, underlying the opposition to abortion is the idea that women shouldn’t be having sex, certainly not sex for pleasure (even women who already have all the children they want or can support).

“Pro” is a necessary and deeply engaging book about an important issue. One final quote: “Few contemporary Americans would say a woman should marry a man just because she slept with him, so why should she have a baby just because she slept with him?” Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Summer House with Swimming Pool” a novel by Herman Koch

October 3, 2014

Marc Schlosser is a doctor, in general practice, with an office and a receptionist. He has a wife and two daughters, Lisa and Julia, aged 11 and 13 as the story opens. His wife, Caroline, is smart, earthy, and attractive with a good sense of humor. It should be a nice life, except that Marc is not entirely a devoted husband, or doctor. He has remained a general practitioner, rather than becoming a specialist. He prides himself on quick and infallible diagnoses from looking at his patients, and spends most of their 20 minute appointments thinking about other things. He has an eye for other women.

One of Marc’s patients is Ralph Meier, an actor. Atypically, Marc and Caroline go to see him in a play and meet Ralph’s wife, Judith. The couples and their children – the Meiers have two teenage sons – become friendly, though Marc is unhappy with the aggression with which Ralph stares at Caroline. After a party, the Meiers extend an invitation to visit them in the house they have rented for the summer vacation, in the south of France. Marc and Caroline agree not to go, but Marc ever so casually maneuvers his family to a campground nearby. Naturally, the families meet up, and the Schlossers end up camping in the Meiers’ yard.

Things do not go smoothly. There are other guests, a filmmaker and his young – very young – girlfriend, Emmanuelle. Ralph is aggressive, Marc rather passive-aggressive, and all three men are childishly competitive. And there are four teenagers (or perhaps five – Emmanuelle is of age, but barely). One night after dinner everyone except Caroline and Emmanuelle head down to the beach to set off fireworks. Most of them have had too much to drink. Two of the teenagers wander off, and there are disastrous consequences to Julia, the thirteen-year-old.

Julia survives, but the friendship doesn’t. In piecing together what happened Marc becomes more and more convinced he knows who is guilty. His general disdain for his patients, and for much of humanity, means it is easy for him to decide what to do. Much of the book, which Marc narrates in the first person, is his rationalization for doing so. Marc is, in his mind, not so much God as the instrument of someone’s fate.

Koch creates a plausible if rather unpleasant main character, living in a fully-realized world, except for some time sequences that remain ambiguous. Koch frequently slows the action down so that tension, and the reader’s blood pressure, rise as the story progresses. Surprisingly, Marc becomes a teeny bit sympathetic as he makes difficult decisions under unimaginable pressure. Watching a Nietszchean superhero play his beliefs out is not a pretty sight, and this book is a deeply disturbing one to read. It’s worth it all the same. Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Visitation” by Jenny Erpenbeck, translated from the German by Susan Bernofsky

September 26, 2014

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Twentieth century Germany lost two world wars, murdered many of its own citizens, and surrounded part of its former capital with an enclosing wall. Armies, its own and occupying ones, marched across the countryside. A novelist can’t ignore this history, but life has gone on all the same. In her moving and painful novel “Visitation” Jenny Erpenbeck focuses her story on the same location, a glacial lake just outside Berlin, and the slow development of the land. The lakeside changes from country village to farm country to vacation villas for city dwellers over the course of a century or so. That’s longer than a human life, but several of the characters appear and reappear at different times in their lives.

Foremost among those is the Gardener. He has “always lived there, everyone in the village knows him, and yet he is only ever referred to by both young people and old as The Gardener.” It’s as if he needs no other name; he is a watcher, and takes care of the houses and gardens when they are shut up for the winter or other purposes.

The architect has worked hard on his house, putting in stained glass that throws colored reflections onto walls and hidden doors to mask closet entries. An iron bird perches on a railing. The house pleases the architect and delights his wife – though she must endure part of the war there. Unfortunately, it’s the part that involves the Red Army’s march to Berlin. (The lake is located in what eventually becomes East Germany.) The architect’s thoughts, as he hides valuables before he flees to the West, recall his happy memories, not his wife’s memory of “that hole the Russian drilled in her eternity near the end of the war.”

The architect bought the house from a family of Jews, forced to sell. He justifies his role as it helped them flee, but we learn during the course of the book that not all of the extended family escaped. Eventually, after reunification, the house passes to another extended family, with a grandmother who spent some of her youth as a refugee. Where is a refugee’s home?

In peacetime it was poverty, during the war it was the front that kept pushing people before it like a long row of dominos, people slept in other people’s beds, used other people’s cooking utensils, ate the stores of food that other people had been forced to leave behind. It’s just that the rooms became more crowded the more the bombs fell. Until in the end she arrived here, in this garden . . . When you’ve arrived, can you still be said to be fleeing? And when you’re fleeing, can you ever arrive?

The book is as difficult to read as anything by Curzio Malaparte, yet its exploration of ordinary life in an extraordinary place well repays the reader who persists through the pain. Among the epigraphs with which Erpenbeck opens her book is an Arabic proverb: When the house is finished, Death enters. I would add, with Eliot, “In my beginning is my end.” What do you make of this challenging book?

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “The Vacationers” A novel by Emma Straub

September 19, 2014

No matter how hard we try, we bring ourselves with us when we travel. “The Vacationers” is a completely absorbing novel that follows the attempts of the Post family to recover their better selves during a two-week family vacation on Mallorca. Recent events in the Post family have been challenging. Jim, a youthful 60, has just been forced to retire from his position as a magazine editor, “to spend more time with his family.” His wife, Franny, is very, very angry as a result. Their older child Bobby, 28, sells real estate in Florida and lives with Carmen, his Cuban-American girlfriend. Carmen is a personal trainer in a fitness and over 40. The younger child, Sylvia, 18, is getting ready to leave for college. As if this mix of currents and shoals wouldn’t produce enough stomach-churning waves, the Posts have opted to share their vacation house with Franny’s best friend, Charles, and his husband, Lawrence.

Each of them is exploring the meaning of loyalty, friendship, and the possibility of forgiveness. Sylvia’s is perhaps the easiest case. She would like to be independent, but the connections of childhood draw her back. Sylvia is determined to lose her virginity before she goes to college, and the arrival of a handsome young Mallorcan to tutor her in Spanish and to help her explore the island appears to give her the opportunity. But to whom does he owe loyalty, Sylvia or her parents who have employed him?

Charles and Lawrence are working out a different set of issues. They have been partners for some time, exclusive partners for much of it, but have only recently married. Yet Charles and Franny have been best friends since college 30 years before. To Lawrence, Charles behaves differently when he is in Franny’s company, and Lawrence would have preferred a different vacation. Charles is one of the few people in Franny’s circle (and in the house) to know the true reason that Jim has left his job, and he feels he must comfort and support Franny. Lawrence’s efforts to balance Charles’ loyalty to his friend with his commitment to their relationship are among the most skillful passages of this novel.

Franny and Jim are deeply connected through their children, and they worry about Bobby’s drift. The worry converts to anxiety and concern as Carmen pushes Bobby to do what they’ve agreed: ask his parents for help paying back his credit card debt. Sylvia and Bobby, though 10 years apart, worry the bounds of sibling fidelity: at the end of a night of clubbing together Sylvia witnesses some casual sex between Bobby and another tourist. Her loyalty to Bobby means that she won’t tell Carmen, but Bobby’s behavior pushes Carmen into confronting her feelings about the relationship all the same. Franny and Jim themselves struggle to work out their own relationship against this sea of desires, anger, and shared lives.

Straub structures this entertaining novel chronologically, and tells her story in the present tense. These choices allow her to tack between points of view quickly and logically, and the novel’s conclusion develops in a way that satisfies everyone, including the reader. It’s a nice reminder of how vacations can heal in unexpected ways. Let us know how your vacations restore you in the comments.

Emma Straub will be appearing at a panel discussion at the Brooklyn Book Festival Sunday, September 21, at noon. More information here.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Tinderbox” a novel by Lisa Gornick

September 12, 2014

What makes a home? Myra, a therapist, lives alone in a brownstone in the West 90s. Now that her children are grown, Myra has arranged her large house just the way she likes it: her office is in the basement, she gardens in the back, she loves her kitchen. Her daughter, Caro lives nearby and runs a day care center. Caro may never marry, but Myra is the kind of mother who can come to terms with that. Myra’s second child, Adam, a screenwriter, is married to Rachida, a Moroccan dermatologist. Adam and Rachida live in Detroit with their son, Omar. When Rachida decides to train in a new specialty she needs to spend a year in New York, and Myra invites her son’s family to move in. The house will be quite full: Myra’s family has a Peruvian branch, and her cousins, who she barely knows, find that Myra is a soft touch when they need to find a place to park a local girl, Eva, for a few months. Myra agrees that Eva can stay as well – she can try out life as a housekeeper, and help take care of Omar.

Despite Myra’s feeling that everything is satisfactorily arranged, things go wrong from the start. Eva is afraid to sleep alone downstairs in the room Myra had picked out for her, so Myra accommodates her by changing the sleeping arrangements. Adam is clumsy, both physically and emotionally, and his marriage is troubled. Omar and Eva develop a close relationship. Adam is fragile – “acrophobic, claustrophobic, equinophobic” – and has yet to sell a screenplay. He is absorbed with retelling the story of the Werner Herzog movie “Fitzcarraldo” but spends too much time (and money) on pornographic magazines. He and Eva, for reasons that he does not understand, do not get along.

Adam is not the only family member who works at home, of course. Eva and Myra do, too. When Eva begins spending some time in the chair Myra’s patients use it becomes clear to Myra that Eva needs more help than she can provide. But Eva, for reasons both personal and cultural, is reluctant to take any help that comes from outside. It’s the crossing of lines, from home to work to home, from personal to professional, that provide the themes of the novel. With their lives and work so tightly bound, each character also confronts the question: What does it mean to love someone? Even Rachida does, although she spends most of her time at the hospital on call, letting her work expand to fill time she doesn’t want to spend with her husband’s family. As you might expect, with so many different needs, and kinds of love involved, the situation explodes. What’s unexpected is the direction in which the many pieces fly: Morocco, Detroit, a country house, a cross-country trek, and Fifth Avenue. Gornick keeps all the threads clear and convincing through the many byways of this engaging novel.

Lisa Gornick will be appearing at a Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend Event, “Hot and Bothered: Writers on Fire” on September 16 at 8 PM at The Old Stone House, 336 Third Street. More information here. After you’ve heard the panel, take this book with you for a day at the beach or a weekend upstate to look at the leaves. You won’t regret it.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Ninety Percent of Everything: Inside Shipping, The Invisible Industry that Puts Clothes on Your Back, Gas in Your Car, and Food on Your Plate” by Rose George

September 7, 2014

The clothes you are wearing, the iPad you are holding, the computer I’m using to write this review have something important in common: they were, in all likelihood, manufactured someplace far away from where you sit, and they got to you by ship. A big ship. Brooklyn Heights readers need only walk over to the Promenade and look southwest across the harbor to see large ships, many loaded with the containers that revolutionized shipping in the last 25 years. What happens on those ships? Who owns them? Who are the people, largely invisible to many of us, whose life’s work makes those ships run? And what about piracy? In her fascinating and lively account of a voyage on a Maersk container ship Rose George sets out to answer those questions.

The Maersk Kendal, George tells us, is a midsized ship, though she looks enormous. She’s 300 meters long, more than 40 wide, and can hold nearly 6000 containers. There are only a few people on board: eight officers, two students, 20 seamen and one cook – the only other female. The officers between them are from five different countries, a common circumstance. The crew are all Filipino, as are, George reports, one-third of all crews, more than a quarter of a million people. In 2011 they sent home more than $4 billion. That’s a lot of money, but sailors aren’t always paid. “Exploitation of seafarers is easy when an owner can slip away behind his flag and brass-plate company. The nonpayment of wages is commonly and blatantly done.”

It’s not as if going to sea is safe; George cites anthropologists who says that seafarers are like firefighters, loggers, and miners, “where what binds the group is shared danger ill understood by others.” George also quotes a seventeenth century clergyman who said, “Seamen are . . a third sort of persons, to be numbered neither with the living nor the dead; their lives hanging continually in suspense before them.” Ferry accidents kill more people than airplane accidents. Even big ships can disappear under the waves.

Piracy is another risk. It’s an economic exchange, perhaps, but one with human costs: George describes the tedium of waiting out hostage negotiations, which can take months, quite movingly. One of the Kendal’s crew members was on a sister ship to the Maersk Alabama when it was captured by pirates.

The sister ship did the same route and was the same size and flag, but its captain was different and so were its tactics. [The sister] ship stayed six hundred miles offshore for as much of its journey as possible, as company guidelines dictated. Alabama didn’t. . . Alabama is still in the news: its crew is suing Captain Richard Phillips, although he became a national hero, for ignoring company policy.

George includes chapters about seamen’s missions (like the local Danish Seamen’s Church), whales and other sea life, shipwrecks, and lively descriptions of life on board. “Ninety Percent of Everything” is a terrific book, well and clearly written, full of interesting and entertaining stories. Don’t miss it.

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