>Sailing Around the World Alone
The only good thing about that is he was first to do it, terrible writer and would have been completely forgotten if he was not first. But a quick and easy read with some fun adventure.
We are. It is 90% just literal recounting what happens in archaic (even by his day) language that he seems to mimic without really understanding. The big fault is that it is just an attempt to dress up his logs which only deal with the literal events so he does not have much to go off of that was in the moment. Give Bernard a read, he was a big fan of Slocum and even named his boat Joshua, much better writer with more to convey than literal events and is capable of introspection so we get more than just a dressed up log.
How do you like raising that lil homie. I recently read Ibsen kept a scorpion on his writing desk that he would regularly feed fruit to as he worked. I kinda want to take the arachnid pill
>This is the story – the long and true story – of one ocean, two ships, and about a hundred and fifty men. It is a long story because it deals with a long and brutal battle, the worst of any war. It has two ships because one was sunk, and had to be replaced. It has a hundred and fifty men because that is a manageable number of people to tell a story about. Above all, it is a true story because that is the only kind worth telling. First, the ocean, the steep Atlantic stream. The map will tell you what that looks like: three-cornered, three thousand miles across and a thousand fathoms deep, bounded by the European coastline and half of Africa, and the vast American continent on the other side: open at the top, like a champagne glass, and at the bottom, like a municipal rubbish dumper. What the map will not tell you is the strength and fury of that ocean, its moods, its violence, its gentle balm, its treachery: what men can do with it, and what it can do with men. But this story will tell you all that. Then the ship, the first of the two, the doomed one. At the moment she seems far from doomed: she is new, untried, lying in a river that lacks the tang of salt water, waiting for the men to man her. She is a corvette, a new type of escort ship, an experiment designed to meet a desperate situation still over the horizon. She is brand new; the time is November 1939; her name is HMS Compass Rose. Lastly, the men, the hundred and fifty men. They come on the stage in twos and threes: some are early, some are late, some, like this pretty ship, are doomed. When they are all assembled, they are a company of sailors. They have women, at least a hundred and fifty women, loving them, or tied to them, or glad to see the last of them as they go to war. But the men are the stars of this story. The only heroines are the ships: and the only villain the cruel sea itself.
The Horatio Hornblower series (the last one blew but you'll read it anyway to get a conclusion to his saga)
Read them free here:
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old man and the sea is ok
Actual sailors do it best. Picrel has more literary merit than anything by writers.
Conrad was merchant marine for 19 years
Was being the keyword, he was no longer a sailor once he started writing and it shows. His heart was on land and not at sea.
The Sea Wolf
Sailing Around the World Alone
>Sailing Around the World Alone
The only good thing about that is he was first to do it, terrible writer and would have been completely forgotten if he was not first. But a quick and easy read with some fun adventure.
Are we thinking of the same book? I could count on one hand the books I’ve read with better writing.
We are. It is 90% just literal recounting what happens in archaic (even by his day) language that he seems to mimic without really understanding. The big fault is that it is just an attempt to dress up his logs which only deal with the literal events so he does not have much to go off of that was in the moment. Give Bernard a read, he was a big fan of Slocum and even named his boat Joshua, much better writer with more to convey than literal events and is capable of introspection so we get more than just a dressed up log.
most of Conrad
my tarantula eating cantaloupe
How do you like raising that lil homie. I recently read Ibsen kept a scorpion on his writing desk that he would regularly feed fruit to as he worked. I kinda want to take the arachnid pill
they’re cool. super low maintenance. I have 3. keeping live feeder insects at your place is a hang up for some
>most of Conrad
based. I've almost finished Dan Simmons' Terror and it's pure kino
Tentacle Harem 4: Corrective rape edition
>This is the story – the long and true story – of one ocean, two ships, and about a hundred and fifty men. It is a long story because it deals with a long and brutal battle, the worst of any war. It has two ships because one was sunk, and had to be replaced. It has a hundred and fifty men because that is a manageable number of people to tell a story about. Above all, it is a true story because that is the only kind worth telling. First, the ocean, the steep Atlantic stream. The map will tell you what that looks like: three-cornered, three thousand miles across and a thousand fathoms deep, bounded by the European coastline and half of Africa, and the vast American continent on the other side: open at the top, like a champagne glass, and at the bottom, like a municipal rubbish dumper. What the map will not tell you is the strength and fury of that ocean, its moods, its violence, its gentle balm, its treachery: what men can do with it, and what it can do with men. But this story will tell you all that. Then the ship, the first of the two, the doomed one. At the moment she seems far from doomed: she is new, untried, lying in a river that lacks the tang of salt water, waiting for the men to man her. She is a corvette, a new type of escort ship, an experiment designed to meet a desperate situation still over the horizon. She is brand new; the time is November 1939; her name is HMS Compass Rose. Lastly, the men, the hundred and fifty men. They come on the stage in twos and threes: some are early, some are late, some, like this pretty ship, are doomed. When they are all assembled, they are a company of sailors. They have women, at least a hundred and fifty women, loving them, or tied to them, or glad to see the last of them as they go to war. But the men are the stars of this story. The only heroines are the ships: and the only villain the cruel sea itself.
The Terror by Dan Simmons is my favorite
picrel is pretty good
Far Tortuga
two years before the mast
white jacket (also melville)
i loved two years before the mast and still think about it
Dogs of Paradise - Abel Posse
The sharks - Jens Bjørneboe
Other than, smth like Nostromo and (if you know italian or german) Horcynus Orca
Huh, I noticed that you didn’t post the Emily Wilson translation, bigot.
😉
she really is the best translator of her generation.
S tier - Old Man/Sea (Hemingway), Billy Budd (Melville)
A tier - Lord Jim, Typhoon and other Sea Stories (Both Conrad), Voyage of the Beagle (Darwin)
B tier - Two Years Before the Mast (Dana Jr)
The Last Grain Race
Captains Courageous
The Riddle of the Sands
Patrick O’Brian’s Master and Commander series
Seconding all the Conrad works already listed plus The Shadow Line, Victory and Youth
Sorry, repeated Shadow Line
Nobody has mentioned Treasure Island...?
they are afraid of Pew
Conrad The Shadow Line
Fenimore Cooper Red Rover
There are certain pelagic passages in BOTNS, though they are more of mythopoetic metaphorical nature. Nevertheless, fascinating.
The Collapse of HMS Mariana by Daniel Gavilovski. was published in tales of the unreal by someone from this board. It's unnerving and very funny.
Moby Di.. frick you got that one.
Conrad is the closest to Melville
The Horatio Hornblower series (the last one blew but you'll read it anyway to get a conclusion to his saga)
Read them free here:
https://www.fadedpage.com/csearch.php?author=Smith,%20Cecil%20Louis%20Troughton
The Loss of the Ship Essex, Sunk by a Whale
Memoirs of Service Afloat (Adm. R. Semmes)
>cannon aimed at own mast
No wonder they lost the war.
The Black person of the Narcissus by Joseph Conrad, it's one of the best books I've ever read.
Riddle of the sands erskine childers was a nice jaunt