Adrenaline is Peter Heller's drug of choice, and for those who share his addiction, reading this book is a fine and legal way to satisfy your craving. You will be carried away by his graphic descriptions of life on board the Farley Mowat, a small boat of doubtful seaworthiness manned by an all volunteer crew whose strength is dedication rather than experience, facing 100 mile an hour winds, 35 foot waves, 32 degree water, and island sized icebergs. The captain's sense of mission begs for comparison to Ahab's pursuit of the great white whale in Moby Dick, but in this case Evil is represented by a very large whaling factory boat backed by the full power of the Japanese government. Captain Watson does not believe in the efficacy of moral persuasion, he believes physical threat and intimidation are the only effective deterrents and to this end willingly puts his ship and crew at risk in a game of chicken on the high seas. You know, of course, that at least the author survived, otherwise your wouldn't be enjoying this tale he wrote, but it is easy to get absorbed and forget this fact, so the suspense continues to mount - the kind of reading experience every one has got to love, with the possible exception of the author's mother.
If your reading interests are more aesthetic or cerebral, Peter Heller has something for you, too. In addition to being a professional adventurer, he is also a poet - I mean a very good one who writes poetry that most people can't understand. In this book he displays his talent, using beautiful and accessible language, to evoke unforgettable images of sky, water, ice, albatross, penguins, seals, porpoises, whales, and people that most of us will never experience in person.
Interspersed with the adventure and beauty is a running comment about the precarious state of the world's oceans and their inhabitants, how they got that way, what to do about it, and the moral and health implications of eating fish - or any other animal products, for that matter. Neither a sermon nor a political tract, and remarkably free of ideology, this information is good food for thought. Speaking of which, after reading this book you almost certainly will never eat whale meat and will probably at least hesitate to eat any fish at all. You may even adopt a vegan diet and lifestyle like the crew of the Farley Mowat.
In closing I feel compelled to reveal that I now know Peter Heller does not always tell the truth - at least not the whole truth. I leave it up to the reader to decide about the morality involved here. On December 25th, 2005, Peter called by satellite from the Antarctic Ocean to wish his mother and family a Merry Christmas and cheerfully told her everything was going fine - not to worry. On that day the Farley Mowat was experiencing dangerously bad weather and an imminent confrontation with the Japanese whaler which could have landed them all in 32 degree water with a chance of rescue and survival close to zero. In the book, Peter did not mention having made this call. The only way I know about it is (a belated full disclosure here) that he is my stepson; his mother is my wife.
