Dozens of sea stories from the most outrageous marine journalist in the Caribbean "I've always been astounded at the number of requests I get for reprints. 'Send me a copy of that story where you puke on the nuns...' or 'remember the story where you smashed a Baltic 51 into the reef off Antigua?' or 'do you have a copy of the one where the West Indian fisherman screws the charter cook on the foredeck?' Yes, indeed, I do. Somehow, in the sweet innocence of my youth, I always thought that being a professional writer would be, well, sort of refined and dignified. The savage reality, at least for me, has been anything but.
The Collected Fat. What an awful title, eh? People thought it was some sort of disgusting diet book. Even my mother was reluctant to read it. But it has some great early stories of Caribbean sailing madness--written with a more confident hand than Seadogs, Clowns & Gypsies.
These stories are among the best I've ever written. Imagine how that makes me feel.
The Collected Fat. What an awful title, eh? People thought it was some sort of disgusting diet book. Even my mother was reluctant to read it. But it has some great early stories of Caribbean sailing madness--written with a more confident hand than Seadogs, Clowns & Gypsies.
These stories are among the best I've ever written. Imagine how that makes me feel.
