Mike Brown This book is distilled from the humor, sadness, and pride of the Maine lobster fishery, and it is concocted from herring heads, deathly cold nor'easters, and multi-colored buoys bobbing like small pots of gold in the length and breadth of a summer day on the coast of Maine. It is flavored with a thick and buttery stew steaming on a cast-iron stove, and with the compelling taste and inscrutable habits of a weird and wonderful creature from a watery world.
This is a series of snapshots of life in a lobster-fishing community and in the lobster's ocean-bottom lair, a collage of hilarity, sobriety, and expectations made good or gone sour. It is a look at lobstermen like those you might be proud to meet in Port Clyde, Stonington, or Winter Harbor. It is a brief but thoroughly enjoyable excursion, a chance to sit in on a game in which the lobster might be holding all the aces, the bureaucrat is dealing from a stacked deck, the lobsterman has something up his sleeve, and none of them is folding.
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98 Pages