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Jaws: A Novel Paperback – August 6, 2013
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When Peter Benchley wrote Jaws in the early 1970s, he meticulously researched all available data about shark behavior. Over the ensuing decades, Benchley was actively engaged with scientists and filmmakers on expeditions around the world as they expanded their knowledge of sharks. Also during this time, there was an unprecedented upswing in the number of sharks killed to make shark-fin soup, and Benchley worked with governments and nonprofits to sound the alarm for shark conservation. He encouraged each new generation of Jaws fans to enjoy his riveting tale and to channel their excitement into support and protection of these magnificent, prehistoric apex predators.
This edition of Jaws contains bonus content from Peter Benchley’s archives, including the original typed title page, a brainstorming list of possible titles, a letter from Benchley to producer David Brown with honest feedback on the movie adaptation, and excerpts from Benchley’s book Shark Trouble highlighting his firsthand account of writing Jaws, selling it to Universal Studios, and working with Steven Spielberg.
Praise for Jaws
“A tightly written, tautly paced study of terror [that] makes us tingle.”—The Washington Post
“Powerful . . . [Benchley’s] story grabs you at once.”—The New York Times Book Review
“Relentless terror . . . You’d better steel yourself for this one. It isn’t a tale for the faint of heart.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Pure engrossment from the very opening . . . a fine story told with style, class, and a splendid feeling for suspense.”—Chicago Sun-Times
- Print length352 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBallantine Books
- Publication dateAugust 6, 2013
- Dimensions5.2 x 0.84 x 7.98 inches
- ISBN-100345544145
- ISBN-13978-0345544148
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“Powerful . . . [Benchley’s] story grabs you at once.”—The New York Times Book Review
“Relentless terror . . . You’d better steel yourself for this one. It isn’t a tale for the faint of heart.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Pure engrossment from the very opening . . . a fine story told with style, class, and a splendid feeling for suspense.”—Chicago Sun-Times
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The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail. The mouth was open just enough to permit a rush of water over the gills. There was little other motion: an occasional correction of the apparently aimless course by the slight raising or lowering of a pectoral fin—as a bird changes direction by dipping one wing and lifting the other. The eyes were sightless in the black, and the other senses transmitted nothing extraordinary to the small, primitive brain. The fish might have been asleep, save for the movement dictated by countless millions of years of instinctive continuity: lacking the flotation bladder common to other fish and the fluttering flaps to push oxygen-bearing water through its gills, it survived only by moving. Once stopped, it would sink to the bottom and die of anoxia.
The land seemed almost as dark as the water, for there was no moon. All that separated sea from shore was a long, straight stretch of beach—so white that it shone. From a house behind the grass-splotched dunes, lights cast yellow glimmers on the sand.
The front door to the house opened, and a man and a woman stepped out onto the wooden porch. They stood for a moment staring at the sea, embraced quickly, and scampered down the few steps onto the sand. The man was drunk, and he stumbled on the bottom step. The woman laughed and took his hand, and together they ran to the beach.
“First a swim,” said the woman, “to clear your head.”
“Forget my head,” said the man. Giggling, he fell backward onto the sand, pulling the woman down with him. They fumbled with each other’s clothing, twined limbs around limbs, and thrashed with urgent ardor on the cold sand.
Afterward, the man lay back and closed his eyes. The woman looked at him and smiled. “Now, how about that swim?” she said.
“You go ahead. I’ll wait for you here.”
The woman rose and walked to where the gentle surf washed over her ankles. The water was colder than the night air, for it was only mid-June. The woman called back, “You’re sure you don’t want to come?” But there was no answer from the sleeping man.
She backed up a few steps, then ran at the water. At first her strides were long and graceful, but then a small wave crashed into her knees. She faltered, regained her footing, and flung herself over the next waist-high wave. The water was only up to her hips, so she stood, pushed the hair out of her eyes, and continued walking until the water covered her shoulders. There she began to swim—with the jerky, head-above-water stroke of the untutored.
A hundred yards offshore, the fish sensed a change in the sea’s rhythm. It did not see the woman, nor yet did it smell her. Running within the length of its body were a series of thin canals, filled with mucus and dotted with nerve endings, and these nerves detected vibrations and signaled the brain. The fish turned toward shore.
The woman continued to swim away from the beach, stopping now and then to check her position by the lights shining from the house. The tide was slack, so she had not moved up or down the beach. But she was tiring, so she rested for a moment, treading water, and then started for shore.
The vibrations were stronger now, and the fish recognized prey. The sweeps of its tail quickened, thrusting the giant body forward with a speed that agitated the tiny phosphorescent animals in the water and caused them to glow, casting a mantle of sparks over the fish.
The fish closed on the woman and hurtled past, a dozen feet to the side and six feet below the surface. The woman felt only a wave of pressure that seemed to lift her up in the water and ease her down again. She stopped swimming and held her breath. Feeling nothing further, she resumed her lurching stroke.
The fish smelled her now, and the vibrations—erratic and sharp—signaled distress. The fish began to circle close to the surface. Its dorsal fin broke water, and its tail, thrashing back and forth, cut the glassy surface with a hiss. A series of tremors shook its body.
For the first time, the woman felt fear, though she did not know why. Adrenaline shot through her trunk and her limbs, generating a tingling heat and urging her to swim faster. She guessed that she was fifty yards from shore. She could see the line of white foam where the waves broke on the beach. She saw the lights in the house, and for a comforting moment she thought she saw someone pass by one of the windows.
The fish was about forty feet from the woman, off to the side, when it turned suddenly to the left, dropped entirely below the surface, and, with two quick thrusts of its tail, was upon her.
At first, the woman thought she had snagged her leg on a rock or a piece of floating wood. There was no initial pain, only one violent tug on her right leg. She reached down to touch her foot, treading water with her left leg to keep her head up, feeling in the blackness with her left hand. She could not find her foot. She reached higher on her leg, and then she was overcome by a rush of nausea and dizziness. Her groping fingers had found a nub of bone and tattered flesh. She knew that the warm, pulsing flow over her fingers in the chill water was her own blood.
Pain and panic struck together. The woman threw her head back and screamed a guttural cry of terror.
The fish had moved away. It swallowed the woman’s limb without chewing. Bones and meat passed down the massive gullet in a single spasm. Now the fish turned again, homing on the stream of blood flushing from the woman’s femoral artery, a beacon as clear and true as a lighthouse on a cloudless night. This time the fish attacked from below. It hurtled up under the woman, jaws agape. The great conical head struck her like a locomotive, knocking her up out of the water. The jaws snapped shut around her torso, crushing bones and flesh and organs into a jelly. The fish, with the woman’s body in its mouth, smashed down on the water with a thunderous splash, spewing foam and blood and phosphorescence in a gaudy shower.
Below the surface, the fish shook its head from side to side, its serrated triangular teeth sawing through what little sinew still resisted. The corpse fell apart. The fish swallowed, then turned to continue feeding. Its brain still registered the signals of nearby prey. The water was laced with blood and shreds of flesh, and the fish could not sort signal from substance. It cut back and forth through the dissipating cloud of blood, opening and closing its mouth, seining for a random morsel. But by now, most of the pieces of the corpse had dispersed. A few sank slowly, coming to rest on the sandy bottom, where they moved lazily in the current. A few drifted away just below the surface, floating in the surge that ended in the surf.
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- Publisher : Ballantine Books; Reprint edition (August 6, 2013)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 352 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0345544145
- ISBN-13 : 978-0345544148
- Item Weight : 9.6 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.2 x 0.84 x 7.98 inches
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The REAL Quint:
"Frank Mundus, born in Brooklyn, NY in 1925, is the most famous shark fisherman of all time. Since taking his boat CRICKET II on it's maiden voyage in 1947, Capt. Mundus has caught some of the largest great white sharks on record. He pioneered the sport of sharkfishing and was the innovator of many of the fishing techniques used today. Although Peter Benchley has never publicly acknowledged him, it is generally known that he was the inspiration for the character "Quint". Much of the action in JAWS is based on Capt. Mundus' real-life experiences.
In 1961 Capt. Mundus caught a 3,000lb great white off the bathing beach of Amagansett (Amity?), NY. The following year he caught a larger great white off Block Island. His greatest claim to fame came in 1964 when, after a 5 hour struggle, he captured a 17 1/2', 4,500lb great white 10 miles off Montauk, Long Island. The shark required 5 harpoons, each attached to a beer barrel by a 400' rope, before it could be towed to shore. Benchley refers to this incident during his interview on the 20th anniversary edition of JAWS, but doesn't mention Capt. Mundus by name. In 1986 Capt. Mundus and Capt. Donnie Braddick caught the largest fish ever taken on rod and reel, a 17', 3,427lb great white. Capt. Braddick was the angler, while Capt. Mundus baited the shark, drove the boat, and supervised the capture of the shark."
The book, being the prelude to a whole new genre of shark books, and caused a simultaneous "shark ephiphany" world-wide, is the forerunner of such books since it's publication, and how glad I am it was published!
Well worth reading, if you haven't (how come you haven't?) yet had the expereince, and you can still enjoy it and be frightened by it even if you've only seen the movie...
I quickly found the major plot differences between the book and the famous movie. The characters in the movie are rather one dimensional- led by simple greed. Where, in the book, there are whole plots you completely will miss out on! Daring mafia threats, emotional family outbursts, sordid love affairs- Jaws really does a great job of utilizing its side characters. It dives deeply into the mindsets and ambitions of those involved in the shark attacks of Amity’s waters, from Hooper’s fascination with sharks to Quint’s money schemes, and most of all, those of Martin Brody, the main character. Between battling his jealous suspicions of his wife’s affair and trying to keep Amity safe with his unpopular decision to keep the beaches closed, he struggles to keep his head above the water. When you compare the movie to the book, the movie is lackluster in comparison, using all of the cool visuals but very little of the actual story.
However, I did give Jaws a 3, which for me is average. Reading it was merely an okay experience for me, personally. It had some good moments, some bits of great description, but it overall didn’t wow me. It’s a good read, but it’s one you really have to read, and I feel like those with a background in fishing or boating might find more gems of interest here. The most interesting part of the book to me was the love affair of Brody’s wife, and their relationship, and if it hadn’t been for that, I’m not sure I would have rated it as highly as I did.
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It's really good, in its own right. Is it better than the movie, nooooo. The movie is way better than the book, however the book is still an enjoyable read. It does play a little like the film but also with a few differences. The intro and first few victims are roughly the same. B characters in the movie have bigger roles to play in the book such as Harry the reporter and Hendricks the police deputy. Quint really isn't in the book till really the end part of the book. Which leads me into what I didn't like about the book.
At the beginning of the book it has its shark attacks and politics but then midway through it turns into a exotic thriller with Ellen (Brodys wife) and hooper and their affair. It's needlessly gross in detail to the point I was like when will this part of the story end. Its an uncomfortable read. The book really doesn't paint hooper in a good light. He's an awful character.
Also the whole part of the quint, brody and hooper hunting the shark on the orca, in the film is large part of the story, here is basiclly a chapter. Quint and Bruce the sharks demise is literally over in a page and half. I had to re-read it twice to understand what was going on. It all just ends suddenly, which was dissapointing.
The film is so much better than the book however, I couldn't put this book down. I did genuinely read it in one sitting, it took me roughly 6-7 hours to finish. But once i started I couldn't stop reading, even though the mid section of the book is pretty bad. Learning more about the characters and their motivations was great.
If your a jaws megafan I would recommend it just to see the orignal work the movie is based on. But this is case of the movie is far better than the book.
Another note: I ordered this book from amazon in brand new condition. The book arrived in a terrible state, the front cover was creased to wear it looks awful. If I could be bothered I would of returned to amazon. It did not look like a new copy.

That said, for a book that's nearly 50 years old, it has an incredible impact.
The set pieces including the final voyage of The Orca are tightly paced and written. But there are moments too where it loses its shape; Ellen Brody, had the potential to become a great literary creation, but her complexity is ruined with 'sexed up' scenes that jar the narrative and reduce her to a cipher. And tag on a cliched crisis between Hooper and her husband, Martin.
The Great White is the star of the show and Benchley brings terror to the page with sharp, snappy writing.
still a great read & I'm glad I rediscovered it. Its part noir, soap opera, and horror. But its hard to feel any sympathy for the principal characters.

I have to admit that I went into reading the book with low expectations. I knew that the book is quite different to the movie – the movie used elements of the book as inspiration. This is not a book of the movie (as sometimes happens when someone goes back and novelises the movie – I have read such books before for “Robocop” and one of the James Bond films (I think), for example). Why nobody has given “Jaws” this treatment I don’t know as I’m pretty sure it would sell millions. Just as the original book has done. And rightly so.
Another reason for my low expectations is that it is said that the “Jaws” book is one of the examples if where the movie IS better than the book, while the common belief is that the opposite is usually true for most movie adaptations of books. This is something that has been discussed also on the Jaws For A Minute podcast that I have been listening to.
But, I enjoyed the book. Perhaps it helps that I read a weak book (in my view) recently, so anything better than that was going to seem good. Perhaps it’s just that I’m such a Jaws fan that I was always going to find something that I like about it.
Yes, this book is not the book of the movie. Yes, I prefer the movie. But, if you judge the book on its own merits, it’s not a bad book – bad books don’t get turned into movies (as far as I know). Do I like the book’s versions of Brody, Hooper, and Quint? No. But treating them as different people from the movie who just happen to share the same names, I could get past that issue and enjoy the story for what it was.
I enjoyed seeing what elements of the book remained in the movie – with certain scenes or lines remaining (not always said by the same person) or clearly influencing other elements of the movie. There were even some aspects of the book which I think should have been included in the movie (the best example being what happens to the barrels at one point). But, without a doubt, there were many elements from the movie that I missed – particularly the lack of Quint’s connection to sharks via the Indianapolis. It makes you wonder where some of the additional storylines came from. I’m glad that the movie is much more about the three characters and not the shark and we get to learn more about them on screen and that they are so different to the novel. I’m also glad that the movie had a much better, clearer ending than the book which just seemed too rushed and odd.
As much as I could, I tried to judge the book on the basis of when it was written, rather than the world now – there is language and comments in there which most publishers probably would not allow these days & some of what is there probably wasn’t ever necessary. However, overall, I enjoyed it. I will read it again one day. But I won’t read it as often as I re-watch the movie (as quick and easy as it was to read). The book’s greatest contribution is not to the literary world, but rather what it helped to create in the form of the movie.

The island is described so well and in such lucious detail that I am half tempted to live by the sea despite the risk of sharks. The nature of the first shark attack in the book is shocking as are the ones which follow and the book really does keep up an excellent sense of fear and foreboding. Having read this so long after the film though, I swear I could hear that der dum der dum every time the shark was about to appear.
I really recommend reading the book even if you think you know the story very well. There's a lot more to the story than just the shark here such as more drama when they have to close the beaches and...wait for it...the issue with Brody's wife! Ah I'm going to look her a little differently now.
That shark steals the show though and I'm going to take this movie/book/booktrail thing one step further now and read it next time I go to the beach...


Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on June 1, 2020
The island is described so well and in such lucious detail that I am half tempted to live by the sea despite the risk of sharks. The nature of the first shark attack in the book is shocking as are the ones which follow and the book really does keep up an excellent sense of fear and foreboding. Having read this so long after the film though, I swear I could hear that der dum der dum every time the shark was about to appear.
I really recommend reading the book even if you think you know the story very well. There's a lot more to the story than just the shark here such as more drama when they have to close the beaches and...wait for it...the issue with Brody's wife! Ah I'm going to look her a little differently now.
That shark steals the show though and I'm going to take this movie/book/booktrail thing one step further now and read it next time I go to the beach...


I personally think book is so much better.
A quick read with a great spectrum of characters, small-town politics and a great bloody introduction. I feel like the corruption of the mayor, the fact Mayor Larry Vaughan is in with the mob. This explains why he wants the beaches open so much which isn't explained in the film.
The middle section of the book wasn't as captivating as the start and end. The denial of the society more worried about money than the safety of people, the rest was quite boring. I found the Sheriff Brodys wife's affair more annoying, she's so selfish and it didn't really have any connection to the overall plot except that it distracts the Sheriff. I loved the fact all the characters have depth and back story but the affair just made her and Hooper unlikeable characters who are in for their own means.
The last section of the book was full of action of them trying to capture the shark. The description of the shark attacks I thought were quite graphic and detailed. I actually thought it was scarier than the film, but I will say it was scary just graphic.
I think the way the shark dies is better, it's more realistic and not over the top like the film.