I started this book at the beginning of December, and although it took time to digest, this was a very profound novel. This is the story of the sea, of the Danish city of Marstal, and of 150 years of history and the lives the sea has claimed in one form or another.
It starts with days of the great sailing ships, and ends with the closing of World War II. I don't think that I have ever read a book quite like this one before. It seems to have been a year of finding books such as this.
I turned the last page, and I will admit to a few tears leaking out, likely just because. This was a surprising novel - truly epic. I am searching for the right word - one that will take it's rightful place among the best of seafaring literature… Several stories are woven together throughout this book, and some are more compelling than others. It is quite fascinating as one life merges with the next, and how our lives can be interwoven. A story of courage, and disaster, love, and the depths of the human soul. Definitely not a summer read, and well worth the time spent meandering through these pages and on the journey. Makes me wish I knew more about my Swedish ancestors - some of the names seem familiar (like Gunnars, and Eriks, and Einars) and being close to the sea… it also made me appreciate in a different way the silence from our relatives about WWI and WWII and why there was a darkness in their lives they didn't speak of. Makes me appreciate novels like this even more - to have a lens in to a part of history that is unspeakable.
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