From Publishers Weekly
Most readers will never need to build their own boat, tin or otherwise, but this memoir rarely fails to delight and sometimes even informs. White passes his days building boats and his nights writing for publications like Wooden Boat and Messing About in Boats-not surprisingly, there's plenty of talk of keels, sterns, tumblehomes and beam ratios here. Mixed in are his observations on how television rots children's minds, and the ways in which the Enron scandal resembles cannibalism in the Pre-Columbian Antilles. Like many skilled storytellers, White wanders a bit. His childhood, which he spent building boats, getting into trouble and exploring the South's swamps and ponds, resembles his adult life, with the latter boasting deeper and more treacherous waters. In the chapter "King Tut," for example, White tires while waiting for his tugboat to clear the Mississippi's locks and decides to swim across the river to see a King Tut exhibit at the Sugar Bowl. After nearly being run over by an oil barge and losing all of his clothes, he does. There's no telling, of course, how much fact there is to these tales. According to the book's disclaimer, "none of these stories is true... not a single word."
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White, who overflows with down-home charm, has been building boats since he was a youngster, beginning with a canoe made from the tin roof of a chicken coop and then, without ever receiving any training, graduating to vessels of various design and artistry. Now he's among the most respected boat builders in the U.S and a familiar contributor to such magazines as
Wooden Boat and
Messing about in Boats. Here he guides us through his life and adventures. It's a remarkable odyssey, the story of a southerner who created a whole life for himself with little but his hands and his wits. While White seems to enjoy playing the country raconteur (he peppers his tale with homey aphorisms), his narrative reveals him to be a man of considerable and wide-ranging knowledge: references abound to such things as
Where the Wild Things Are, diplanthera (a kind of grass), and the color of a box turtle's eyes. Endlessly enjoyable, especially for those who like to mess about in boats.
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