I just finished reading a book by Michele Ann Eder - a fisherman's wife from Newport, Oregon. This is a sort of log-book extending over some 3 years of her and her family life, written from a point of view of a wife of a commercial fisherman, a skipper-owner. Bob Eder's and his two sons' boats were fishing with crab and fish pots. This is one of the more dangerous fishing methods, because the pots are heavy and stored on the deck, which willy-nilly rises the vessel's centre of gravity, thus reducing stability. The book is a saga of wife's and mother's love, constant worrying, doing shore-service chores, and, tragically so, of mourning. Michele and Bob lost their elder son to the ocean, when his boat capsized drowning Ben and three other crew members.
Salt in our Blood is an unusual and admirable book, which draws the reader into a fishing family, to a degree that eventually one feels himself as its friend.
Salt in our Blood is an unusual and admirable book, which draws the reader into a fishing family, to a degree that eventually one feels himself as its friend.
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