Just finished reading A Salty Piece of Land by Jimmy Buffett. It's a very good book indeed, that rather feels like taking a nice long, meandering vacation in the Caribbean. The story is about Tully Mars, a cowboy from Wyoming who leaves under less than ideal circumstances and finds himself wandering all over the Caribbean, from being a flats fishing guide in Punta Margarita, to a wild spring break in Belize, to helping to restore an old lighthouse on fictional Cayo Loco at the behest of his friend and mentor, the 101 year-old Cleopatra Highbourne, captain of the sailing schooner, the Lucretia. There isn't a whole lot of plot to the book, most of it is ramblings about fishing and just spending time taking it easy in the Caribbean, but that really doesn't matter at all. It's a nice, breezy read, and gives me just one more reason to like Jimmy Buffett, as well as wanting to run away to the Caribbean. heh. If you're in a relaxed and laid-back frame of mind and just want to put your feet up and read a nice book, this one will fit the bill nicely. Plus, if you can find the hardcover edition of the book, it comes with a CD single of the same name as the book. And if you're a fan of Buffett, that's a good thing as well. Basically, I found it to be a very enjoyable, relaxing read. One thing I wasn't expecting though, was to find a passage in there that made me feel a bit better about the unfortunate passing away of my father. The quote is near the end of the book, and goes like this...
"Old friend," Ix-Nay said, "grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long enough time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above."
Somewhere between the waves of grief and the heaven full of shining memories, my life suddenly made sense. I said farewell to my old friend and turned my pony toward the shore.
That just really hit me when I read it a little while ago. It did bring a couple of tears to my eyes, but also a sense of perspective. That's not to say that I'm over the whole thing yet. Far from it. But reading that, like I said, gave me at least a little bit of perspective. The wake is still pretty big, but I know that I just need to keep moving forward, and eventually, the waters will be calm. Wouldn't have thought I'd find that perspective in a novel like A Salty Piece of Land, but hey. Sometimes the best discoveries are ones that we make by accident.
Where was I? Oh yes, the book. It's a good one, and I recommend it. It's a fine piece of escapism, and we can all use that in our lives sometimes. That's the way it seems to me anyway. So yeah, give it a shot.
Now, on to Herman Wouk's Don't Stop the Carnival. Yeah, there's a definite Caribbean theme to my reading list as of late. heh.
Keeping my hands on the wheel, and moving forward.
Carry on Smartly.
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Jimmy Buffett - A Salty Piece of Land