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The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men Against the Sea (edição 2000)

por Sebastian Junger (Autor)

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The incredible true account of the most extraordinary storm of the 20th century, this is the story of a tempest born from so rare a combination of factors it was deemed "perfect" and of the doomed fishing boat with her crew of six that was helpless in the midst of a force beyond comprehension.
Título:The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men Against the Sea
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Sebastian Junger

The Perfect Storm
A True Story of Men Against the Sea

Harper, Paperback, n.d.

16mo. xv+301 pp. Foreword [xiii-xv] and Afterword [January 1998, 290-9] by the author.

First published by W. W. Norton, 1997.
First Harper paperback edition, July 1998.
19th printing per number line, n.d.



Georges Bank, 1896
Gloucester, Mass., 1991
God’s Country
The Flemish Cap
The Barrel of the Gun
Graveyard of the Atlantic
The Zero-Moment Point
The World of the Living
The Dreams of the Dead



I was impressed enough with the movie. But the book provides a far more comprehensive coverage, not to say far more disturbing experience. Sebastian Junger has written something very much like a masterpiece. Forget Petersen and Clooney: they cannot even compete here.

Mr Junger has covered everything from the intricacies of longlining and the fishing history of Gloucester, Massachusetts, to a great deal of meteorology, oceanography and shipbuilding. There is even some physiology, for instance a graphic description of death by drowning. All this came from library research. Many reviewers have found the detail excessive. I’m not one of them, though. I was most curious to know what it takes to catch a swordfish or break a boat. And I was terrified to learn that waves a hundred feet high were actually registered during this Perfect Storm. (Even to us, backward metric people, a hundred feet sounds a lot for a wave; when we realise this means thirty meters, it is jolly terrifying.) There are no foot- or endnotes and Mr Junger’s armchair research must be given the benefit of the doubt. I have checked some of his facts online and they appear to be true.

But Mr Junger also did a good deal field research. He learned as much as he could about the six men who died on the Andrea Gail, the 22-meter fishing boat that disappeared without a trace (except for a few pieces of flotsam) in the Perfect Storm. He talked with their friends, relatives and colleagues, he drank many beers in their favourite bar, the Crow’s Nest, and if he doesn’t exactly turn them into characters, he certainly gives a vivid and visceral glimpse into their lives. “No dialogue was made up”, Mr Junger is emphatic in his foreword. Some conversations are given without quotation marks, but even they were based on memories. All this cannot be checked so easily and must be taken in good faith. But I’m willing to trust the author.

On the whole, Mr Junger is careful to distinguish fact from speculation and his book never reads like a novel. In fact, it is much more engrossing than most novels.

The writing is clear and concise, with a strong storytelling drive despite the wealth of detail and frequent, casual, unpretentious poetic flights. Most important of all, the style has a combination of humour and compassion all too rare in non-fiction. In other words, Mr Junger has a sharp sense of the absurd and the ability not to make too much fun of it. This is a most precious quality when one has to deal with such peculiar fellows like fishermen, especially those who specialise in swordfish in the North Atlantic. It’s not yachting on the Lake Michigan!

It’s a hard life indeed! According to Mr Junger, this is the most dangerous profession in the US: no other has a higher death rate per capita. Gloucester fishermen – of whom an estimated 10,000 have died at sea since 1650, up to couple of hundred a year in the industry’s heyday – are the definition of tough guys. They go to sea for a month, at least, of continuous hard work. This brings them about $5,000 if they are regular fellows, $20,000 if they are skippers – and $50,000 if they are boat owners safely waiting on land. After a month at sea, the fishermen spent at most a week on land before they sail again. All they want during this week is to get drunk and get laid. They usually have no trouble spending everything just earned: sometimes they come back aboard barefooted. And that’s it: eight or nine times every year. You’re lucky to grow old in this trade. You’re most unlucky to be the wife or girlfriend or mother to one of these fellows. “It’s a young man’s game, a single man’s game”, says the mother of Bobby Shatford who went fishing on the Andrea Gail and never came back.

Mr Junger describes all this and a great deal more with infinitely greater skill than I can ever hope to achieve. He is no starry-eyed dreamer, and he does allow himself a healthy dose of cynicism. The sense of humour and the poetic turn of phrase are never far behind, but neither are the awareness of death that haunts fishermen or the author’s empathy with their unique plight:

Perhaps you’d have to be a skipper to really fall in love with the life. (A $20,000 paycheck must help.) Most deckhands have precious little affection for the business, though; for them, fishing is brutal, dead-end job that they try to get clear of as fast as possible. At memorial services in Gloucester people are always saying things like, “Fishing was his life,” and “He died doing what he loved,” but by and large those sentiments are to comfort the living. By and large, young men from Gloucester find themselves at sea because they’re broke and need money fast.

The only compensation for such mind-numbing work, it would seem, is equally mind-numbing indulgence. A swordfisherman off a month at sea is a small typhoon of cash. He cannot get rid of the stuff fast enough. He buys lottery tickets fifty at a time and passes them around the bar. If anything hits he buys fifty more plus drinks for the house. Ten minutes later he’ll tip the bartender twenty dollars and set the house up again; slower drinkers may have two or three bottles lined up in front of them. When too many bottles are lined up in front of someone, plastic tokens are put down instead, so that the beer doesn’t get warm. (It’s said that when someone passes out at the Irish Mariner, arguments break out over who gets his tokens.) A fisherman off a trip gives the impression that they’d hardly bother to bend down and pick up a twenty-dollar bill that happened to flutter on the floor. The money is pushed around the bartop like dirty playing cards, and by closing time a week’s worth of pay may well have been spent. For some, acting like money means nothing is the only compensation for what it actually must mean.

What keeps men spending “ten months a year inside seventy feet of steel plate”, Mr Junger wonders? Why do they do things like baiting which “has all the glamour of a factory shift and considerably more of the danger”? Well, unromantic as it sounds, money. Every catch is a lottery ticket. Even the most jaded fisherman hopes for something extraordinary when it’s time to haul. And yet, the Gloucester record so far has been only $10,000 for the poorest hand after a single journey: only twice the usual amount and even that is rare indeed. On the other hand, the physical dangers are enormous and the mental strain often intolerable. People would do anything to keep themselves sane at sea, even read books: “there are high school dropouts who go through half a dozen books on the Grand Banks.” They would even trade washing dishes for a pack of cigarettes. This leads to singular reductio ad absurdum: “the longer the trip, the cheaper labor gets, until a $50,000-a-year fisherman is washing dishes for a single smoke.”

No wonder fishermen spend most of their time on land in bars like no others in the world, the kind of place where you can be drunk enough to drop a roll of banknotes and the bartender honest enough to keep them in the safe for you. The Crow’s Nest is a surreal place which “has a touch of orphanage to it. It takes people in, gives them a place, loans them a family.” There are rooms upstairs where you can stay for a few hours or a few years. Downstairs you can have any number of drinks at leisure thanks to brilliantly designed “curtained windows” that allow people to see out but not to be seen. “The entire bar can watch who’s about to appear in their collective reality, and then the back door offers an alternative to having to deal with it.” Most clients are locals and regulars. Boston is just a 45-minutes drive away but it might as well be 45 light years away. Many fishermen have hardly ever been out of Gloucester, not counting the ocean of course; they “see the Grand Banks more often than, say, the next town down the coast.” Mr Junger has surpassed himself with that description. Herman Melville couldn’t have done it better.

No wonder the Crow’s Nest became a massive tourist attraction after the book was published. But nothing beats the grocery shopping for a month at sea, which is Mr Junger and the Gloucester fishermen at something above even their stupendous best. Another lengthy quotation is due here:

One of the things about commercial fishing is that everything seems to be extreme. Fishermen don’t work in any normal sense of the word, they’re at sea for a month and then home celebrating for a week straight. They don’t earn the same kind of money most other people do, they come home either busted or with quarter-million dollars’ worth of fish in their hold. And when they buy food for the month, it’s not something any normal person would recognize as shopping; it’s a retail catastrophe of Biblical proportions.

Murph and Sully drive to the Cape Ann Market out on Route 127 and begin stalking up and down the aisles throwing food into their carts by the armful. They grab fifty loaves of bread, enough to fill two carts. They take a hundred pounds of potatoes, thirty pounds of onions, twenty-five gallons of milk, eighty-dollar racks of steak. Every time they fill a cart they push it to the back of the store and get another one. The herd of carts start to grow – ten, fifteen, twenty carts – and people stare nervously and get out of the way. Murph and Sully grab anything they want and lots of it: ice cream sandwiches, Hostess cupcakes, bacon and eggs, creamy peanut butter, porterhouse steaks, chocolate-coated cereal, spaghetti, lasagna, frozen pizza. They get top-of-the-line food and the only thing they don’t get is fish. Finally they get thirty cartons of cigarettes – enough to fill a whole cart – and round their carts up like so many stainless steel cattle. The store opens two cash registers especially for them, and it takes half an hour to ring them through. The total nearly cleans Sully out; he pays while Murph backs the truck up to a loading dock, and they heave the food on and then drive it down to Rose’s wharf. Bag by bag, they carry $4,000 worth of groceries down into the fish hold of the
Andrea Gail.

The Andrea Gail is the main part of the story. By no means is it the whole story. The sailboat Satori whose crew of three were rescued and the controlled ditching of a helicopter with PJs (pararescue jumpers) offer important accounts by people who survived the Perfect Storm. Mr Junger again conducted interviews, studied radio conversations and ship logs, and used all this material wisely. The movie retains these subplots and sticks very closely to the real events, but the book again goes far deeper and makes for a more thrilling experience. Chilling, too! These people faced what they thought was certain death. They survived against impossible odds. It is to Mr Junger’s credit that he resists the temptation to doubt their testimonies. But as a notorious cynic, I would suggest to treat the words of these people with a grain of salt. They thought they were going to die. But that’s the point: they didn’t. What they now think they thought then may well be more hindsight than anything else.

The near-death testimonies are nevertheless fascinating, as are even smaller parts of the big picture. Even bigger vessels than the Andrea Gail were in serious danger in the Perfect Storm. Their stories are a telling way to convey the Storm’s incredible force. This is not something that can be understood in absolute terms. It can be expressed in them, but it needs to be compared to something familiar in order to be grasped. A 30-meter wave is a frightening thing to imagine. But what exactly can it do? What damage can it cause? The container ship Contship Holland lost 36 containers in the Perfect Storm. They were just washed away in the sea; others were peeled open “like sardine cans, forty feet above the surface”. That’s what waves can do on decks. And that was a large ship, 165 m (that’s 542 feet for our imperial friends) and 10,000 tons; it could have taken the Andrea Gail as cargo. According to its log, at one time Contship Holland ceased to obey the rudder and abandoned course, steering simply to survive. Something similar happened on a 150-foot Japanese longliner that carried a Canadian Fisheries observer who had another near-death experience.

All in all, this is a terrific and terrifying book, shamelessly readable and disturbingly unforgettable. It deserves a lavish illustrated edition in folio format, but meanwhile even a tattered sixteenmo paperback will do very nicely. It’s a beautifully written text that can be read as both a history/science textbook and a great adventure tale – several tales indeed, and all of them true. Even Mr Junger’s chapter epigraphs are worth reading. One of them sums up the book perfectly. It comes from Chapter 11 of Walter Scott’s The Antiquary (1816) and really hits the wave on the crest: “It’s no fish ye’re buying – it’s men’s lives.” Indeed! The only better summary I can think of is Byron’s in Childe Harold (IV, 179). Mr Junger’s failure to quote this favourite stanza of mine is the only defect of his book that I can see. I conclude by rectifying his oversight:

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin – his control
Stops with the shore; – upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan –
Without a grave – unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
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1 vote Waldstein | Oct 1, 2021 |
The Perfect Storm is a nonfiction, factual account, written by Sebastin Junger, recreating the last days of the swordfishing boat, Andera Gail caught in the heart of the ocean during "the storm of the century" that hit North American eastern seaboard, in October 1991.

This movie was my first PG-13 movie I ever saw in theaters… don't ask me why I know this, but it's a weird, rare memory I've always remembered. I've seen the movie a few times since then and it's always kind of stuck with me. I kind of knew there was a book about it, but I'm super weird with nonfiction stuff so I stayed away from it. Until, that is, my boss told me he really thought I would enjoy it. So, because this year I wanted to be more open with my reading, I gave it a shot. And oh boy, did I get sucked in!

Did I ever want to know as much about fishing as I learned while reading this book? Never in a million years. Junger does it in a way though that, yes you're learning a ton about fishing and boats and weather patterns and rescue swimmers, but it's so you can fully understand what was happening and what could have happened on the Andrea Gail. It's been a few days since I finished this and I still have extremely vivid imagery of specific scenes, especially Junger going into detail of what happens when a person drowns... it stays with you.

This book won't be for everyone, but if you've heard about The Perfect Storm and seen the movie, I highly suggest reading the book. It gives you such a deeper insight as to what may have happened with the men on the Andrea Gail. ( )
  oldandnewbooksmell | Sep 24, 2021 |
I tried. I tried so hard but I just can't get into this book at all.
  amcheri | May 25, 2021 |
This book is an interesting story about fishermen who spend most of their lives at sea because it is the only way they can make money. The money they make completely depends on how lucky they get at sea. A boat could catch more swordfish in one week than another one catches in a month. Their ability to stay alive also depends on their luck at sea. Some fishermen are only home for a week at a time, and they end up spending much of their earned money on drinks. The book has a disappointing ending, but it is very interesting to learn about the ways of the sea and the life of a fisherman. The book definitely has its boring parts, but the interesting parts outweigh those. ( )
  Charles_Tauckus | Nov 5, 2020 |
The perfect storm engulfed the Andrea Gail, a swordfish boat with its six crew members, in 1991, many miles off the coast of Massachusetts. Nobody knows exactly what happened. However, there were other ships out in the ocean that night, in different locations, and there are accounts of other ships encountering horrific storms from other years. From these accounts, Junger pieced together a reasonable account of what happened on the Andrea Gail.

It is not fiction. All quotations are exact, from actual people. Junger never goes over the line to make up a story, just offers possibilities.

We first get to know the crew, just a little, just enough to care something about the men. Then we follow radio contact, weather reports, wave reports, visual accounts. We get to know the folks back on shore, waiting for these men.

It's a revealing work, showing just how nature's forces can defeat any effort by humans to survive or even to rescue those trying to survive. Others have said it's an accurate account of what it is like out there in these unusual storms. I am prepared to believe that. ( )
  slojudy | Sep 8, 2020 |
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The incredible true account of the most extraordinary storm of the 20th century, this is the story of a tempest born from so rare a combination of factors it was deemed "perfect" and of the doomed fishing boat with her crew of six that was helpless in the midst of a force beyond comprehension.

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