“Close To Shore” by Michael Capuzzo

I wouldn’t call it a story of terror as much as an interesting scientific and historical work.*

It certainly is not Jaws, although Peter Benchley molded his story from the tales of this particular shark, namely,Carcharadon carcharias in Latin; Great White in English; from Shurk(e) in German, for scoundrel or villain.

The Great White Shark has always been the stuff of nightmares, but, for a time, people did not believe it could be a man-eater.  There was, said a leading scientist, ”practically no danger of an attack about our coasts.”  Uh-huh.

Close To Shore chronicles the summer of 1916 on the Jersey shore.Edwardians were shedding their prudishness along with long woollen swimsuits, and entering the water.  “To the first tremulous moderns, the shifting tides … at the seashore served as a release from the straightjackets of routine and repression.”

The New Jersey shore was a bastion of wealthy enclaves and day-tripper beaches.  From Philadelphia and New York, the masses came to find relief from the summer heat.What they found on this particular summer was trepidation and change.

A rogue Great White attacked and killed a number of people up and down the shore.  Enough to gain notoriety and encourage re-evaluation of the dangers.
For centuries, other countries had known the danger, but Americans, especially Easterners were complacent in their belief that sharks posed no danger to humans.
Michel Capuzzo gives a very well researched account of these beliefs.  He quotes Darwin and Jack London.  He shows the invincibility man believed he had at the dawn of a new age.  He gives the romantic reasoning men then had for belief in our sole existence at the top of the food chain.  Thomas Mann wrote “ The startling vision of a man at the edge of the sea conjured up mythologies, (and) was like a primeval legend … the birth of form, of the origin of the Gods.”
As such, the book becomes much more than its few grim depictions of the attacks..  We do, however, have some wonderfully clever depictions of the world through the shark’s eyes.  He coneys the animalistic drive and ultimate confusion of this shark ,” sound ratcheted curiosity up toward urgency.”   And now, “it noticed the salmon-yellow light in the sky changing and slightly darkening like the water.”
The human dynamic is far more developed and is well illustrated through many people.  The victims are humanized by carefully researched personal accounts, while the doctors and scientists, who must grasp this shift in the paradigm, are rationalized.  Evidence was gruesomely laid out before the disbelievers, and scientists began opening their minds.
Some few years later, U.S Navy officer-scientist, H. David Baldridge said, “ The tidelands of the sea clearly mark the boundary of (man’s) supremacy … he becomes again what he must have been so many times in the beginning – the relatively helpless prey of a wild animal.”  Quite a change from the invulnerable Adonnis preening at the water’s edge.
The fearlessness of the youngsters and the reticence of the elderly are also contrasted with regard to the shark attacks and the shift in social climate.  We see the political climate changing just months before our entry into the First World War.  The ways of the old are being rapidly replaced by the ways of the new … socially, scientifically and politically.In “Close To Shore”, a Great White Shark seems to be the catalyst.

Well, there is one bit about an attack 11 miles inland in a five-foot-deep creek that may crimp future swims in the EightMile. Nothing is tastier than a critic.

The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho

In the history of science, alchemy (from the Arabic الكيمياء al-kīmiyā’) refers to both an early form of the investigation of nature and an early philosophical and spiritual discipline, both combining elements of chemistry, metallurgy, physics, medicine, astrology, semiotics, mysticism, spiritualism, and art all as parts of one greater force. Alchemy has been practiced in Mesopotamia, Ancient Egypt, Persia, India, Japan, Korea and China, in ClassicalGreece and Rome, in the Muslim civilization, and then in Europe up to the 19th century—in a complex network of schools and philosophical systems spanning at least 2500 years.  (Wikipedia)

“The Alchemist”  is a book that everyone should read.  It may or may not introduce you to earth-shattering ideas about man and his individual purpose in the grand scheme of things, but the chance is worth the read.
To some people the message is obvious, but to the few to whom it is not, it should be heard.
A young Spanish shepherd meets a man who challenges him to fulfill his destiny.  Presumably, they both instinctively know what this is.  The young man has dreamed of finding treasure at the Pyramids in Egypt.
This is simple enough, but he will have to sacrifice everything to achieve this dream.
He will sell his sheep, give up the potential for love, and the safety of a known existence.
He will face numerous obstacles and overcome them with various degrees of immediacy and success.
Of course, each hurdle provides self-knowledge and a proliferation of awareness.  The shepherd we meet blossoms as the book develops.  We meet characters who do not follow their dreams and, by comparison, we see how reticence leads to stagnation.  You must accept loss as a instrument toward success and, for many, the risk is too great.
It is a quick read and I found it rather simple, but there is no denying the gravity of the message –  that you must always do what you know in your heart is right both for yourself and others.

Class of ’08 Dominates … One Last Time

By Olwen Logan Published 06/18/08
Posted: Wednesday, June 18, 2008 3:09 pm

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The Class of 08 celebrates.

Lyme-Old Lyme High School Principal Jan Guarino-Rhone’s gamble with the weather paid off huge dividends yesterday and the school’s graduation ceremony took place under clear blue skies in the warm evening sun, with no hint of the predicted rain.

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Following a similar theme, Class of 2008 President Chelsea Binkowski (above) talked about the curve balls life throws, and “Will continue to throw us when we least expect it,” urging her classmates always to, “Follow your heart and reach for your dreams,” even when faced with the unexpected.” She recalled, “Surviving the past 13 years hasn’t always been easy,’ but reminded them always to remember the slogan that has become the mantra of the class, saying, “08 does dominate!”

Guarino-Rhone chose tapestries as her theme, telling the students, “You can view your entire lives as tapestries,” suggesting, “Each color will add to the richness of your life,” but warning them, “Don’t waste a thread.” She concluded on a forward-looking note, saying, “We can’t wait to see what the tapestry will show that you’ll share with us,” in the years to come.

Each year at Lyme-Old Lyme High School, a tradition is followed that allows the students choose a teacher to give their commencement address. The Class of 2008 selected band teacher Jacob Wilson III (above) as their speaker. He reinforced theier choice immediately when he opened with the words, “The tassle was worth the hassle.”

Telling them, “It seems like you were freshmen yesterday,” he pointed out that in the journey ahead of them, they would have periodic chances “to reflect on your life and the roads you have taken.” He urged them “never to lose sight of your dreams,” noting he had traveled many paths, but one path had led to Lyme-Old Lyme High School and, “I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

To laughter, Wilson, formerly a professional musician, confessed that for him, “Playing the french horn in front of 20,000 is way easier,” than speaking in front of the graduation audience of a few hundred. He offered plenty of advice to the graduating students, recommending they should, “Do what you love to do and success will come naturally,” reminding them, “It’s not what you do when you get to the top – it’s how you get there,” cautioning them to, “Put your future in good hands – your own,” and finally urging them to, “Be life-long learners.”

Honor Essayist Emily Kearney (above) commented, “When I think of this class, I am stunned at all of our accomplishments,” but then pointed out to her classmates that they are about to enter a new period of their lives when, “Guidelines will not be given to you – you will have to make them yourself.” She concluded confidently telling them to go out into this new world and, “Be bold. Be powerful.”

Salutatorian Kate Ross (above) said that of all the things she had learned at high school, the most important was ,”The power and importance of laughter.” Mentioning the “astounding” creativity, skill and drive of the class, she then pointed out, “It is the memories that only we share that we will remember … it is the laughs that we will take with us.”

Recalling the charge of Bessie Anderson Stanley to, “Live well, Laugh often, and Love much,” Ross concluded if the Class of 2008 were measured by that standard, it would be “one of the most successful ever.”

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In his first few words, Valedictorian Peter Wilczynski set the tone for his witty and upbeat speech, peppered with alliterations, saying that the requirement to, “Condense these 13 years into five minutes is a tricky test.” Describing the Class of 2008 as, “one of the most unforgettable,” he recalled it all began back, “in the cut-throat world of Mile Creek recess,” where the Old Lyme students in the class had spent their kindergarten through second grade years.

Having joined the “big kids in Center School,” Wilczynski said that next, “with multiplication licences in hand, [they] ventured into the middle school.” Generating much laughter throughout, he noted that there they first encountered, “the dreaded Lymies,” but having survived that era, including taking “that stupid baby home in eighth grade,” the class then entered high school and rapidly learned “to adjust regularly to temperature irregularities,” – a gentle dig at the unpredictable heating system in the high school!

Finally, “now as we stand at the threshold,” Wilczynski described their accomplishments as, not only, “the end of a good run,” but also, “the beginning of a great run.” He chose to end with the words not of some great philosopher nor poet, but rather those of Theodor Seuss Geisel (better known as Dr. Seuss), telling his classmates, “You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go …”

The class officers then called Jay Wilson (above with Charis Talcott) to the podium again to receive the Outstanding Educator award in memoy of Mildred Sanford, and presented a visibly overwhelmed Wilson with flowers.

Interim Superintendent Dr. John Whritner and Board of Education Chairman Susan Fogliano followed presenting the diplomas to the 126 graduating students, including one to her youngest daughter Nicole (above), and the evening drew to a close with the singing of the Alma Mater and the traditional launch of a sea of blue and white caps into the air.

Editor’s Note: We have included some additional photos below, which we hope help to capture the flavor of a memorable evening.

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Phoebe Lo spies a friend in the crowd.

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Adam Burrows enjoys the moment.

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Joe Rhodes contemplates his future.

Adam Burrows receives his diploma.

A smiling Carly Rando.

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John Glenn accepts his diploma.

A delighted Jesse Bonelli.

A laughing Michelle Kane.

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“Yes!” signals Micah Todd.

Just before the turning of the tassles.

Beautiful floral arrangements turn the softball field into a fine graduation location.

We did it … and farewell!

“Hamlet” by William Shakespeare

Amazing to read the book and realize that it was written in 1604.  Four hundred and four years ago, the troubles we fear are much the same. 

Hamlet is one of my favorite of Shakespeare’s 38 plays.  Not to be intimidated by him is a rarity.  I owe my fearlessness to a certain Gary Fountain, my English teacher at Miss Porter’s.  Not only was fear not allowed, we were coerced into memorizing the famous soliloquies from many of Shakespeare’s plays.

To my husband’s chagrin, I can still recite, especially late night at a party , Macbeth, Hamlet, and the prologue to the Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales ( I’ll torture you later ).

The gift I was so freely given was that, in overcoming my fear of recitation, I also vanquished my fear of Shakespeare.  And to prove how accessible he really is, my eldest daughter, CC (10) will be doing a joint review with me this time.Amazingly, she understood and enjoyed it.  In fact, her review will probably be more insightful than mine … but do not abandon me just yet.

Deception, betrayal, familial deceit;  it is depressing to register that these are still familiar vices to us all.  Hamlet , the Prince of Denmark , is maddened by the horrible realization that he has been betrayed by his mother and uncle and girlfriend Ophelia, among others (Polonius, Rosencrantz, Gildenstern et al ).  He has been unwittingly abandoned by his murdered father, the king of Denmark.He is alone by virtue of others’ cravings for power, money and lust.  His own murderous madness blossoms under his uncle’s needs and fears.  The Queen, his mother, is blinded by fervent lust and Hamlet is left spurned and suffering, “the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.”  Interestingly, Shakespeare’s own son, Hamnet , also died sadly at age 11 in 1596.

Poor Hamlet.  One would be hard pressed not to capitulate to horror and shock when faced with murder, incest, and suicide involving the four people one relied upon the most … father, mother, uncle and lover.
Four hundred years ago Shakespeare’s tragedies were very popular.  He admittedly aspired to the more educated writers of the time and wrote lengthy diatribes, but Hamlet was a play to entertain the unsophisticated populace, who loved to see the peerage fall from their ivory towers …
Why, if the nobility could not maintain a modicum of kindness and dignity, then the laymen must not be so beneath them.Shakepeare also acted in his plays and is rumoured to have played the Ghost of Hamlet’s Father.  How can old Bill kill off the cast of characters and keep us coming back for more?  As a playwright, Shakespeare may have been the salve for the masses, but he was also the inspiration.

The introduction of his plays into the popular mainstream was a gift that still galvanizes us a half century later.  All 38 plays and 150 plus sonnets are still widely regarded.  So Hamlet’s very real questions are obviously still relevant today.
“To be or not to be.”  This is still the question.  Do you continue to suffer or end your suffering?  Is it more admirable to tolerate unfairness and catastrophe or to jump the proverbial ship?
What if you do capitulate to grief?  Will death be better?  Worse?  Can you abide the indecision that paralyzes mankind?
Hamlet never knew.  No one has answers to these questions 400 years later and I hope they never will.Some things are better contemplated than resolved, leaving our passion for The Bard to spring eternal.

Act II by Campbell Mann.  Age: 10.
Hi people, I’m Campbell Mann.  Yup, you guessed it, I’m the daughter of little-miss-crazy-book-reviewer.  OK ,enough of that, today we will review Hamlet by William Shakespeare.  Hamlet, the prince of Denmark finds that his father is dead, killed by some surprising murderers.  Yes, I’ll tell you who the murderers are – Hamlet’s mom and uncle.
They kill his dad because his mom loves her husband’s brother.  So together they kill Hamlet’s dad so they can get married … and they do.  Hamlet is not too happy when he finds that out.  His Dad’s ghost comes and tells him.  Then almost everyone dies.  His uncle accidentally poisons his mom.  His girlfriend’s brother (Laertes) kills him.  But before Hamlet dies, he kills his uncle.  Hamlet is dead.  Mom is dead.  Dad is dead.  Uncle is Dead.  Polonius and his kids, Laertes and Ophelia, are dead.  Cheery it isn’t.
I know what you’re thinking.  Pretty sad,right?  Well, 400 years ago the uneducated masses LOVED ( I mean really, really loved) to see the mighty die.  Shakespeare wrote this play and many others to entertain them.  Today, people think shows like House* and Project Runway* are entertaining (*yup, seen them both).  Four hundred years ago, Hamlet was just as exciting to them as these shows are to us.
See you later, peeps!
* Older reviewer’s note – not often because bedtime is at 7:30, but dramatic embellishment is encouraged.

“Endless Feasts: Sixty Years of Writing from Gourmet Magazine” Edited by Ruth Reichl

I simply could not resist this book and for that I am glad.

I don’t subscribe to Gourmet but may reconsider, now that I know what I’m missing.

This is a delectable collection of stories fromGourmet over the last 60 years.  They encompass everything from fictitious musings and memorable lunches to outdated recipes and culinary biographies.

The settings travel from North Dakota to China.  We have lunch in Swiss chalets and enjoy a midnight feast of venison i Maine.  We see how the life of a foodie is formed and how gastronomy is integral to our well-being.

Once again, Ruth Reichl has found stories that reflect upon more than simply food.  This is not a cookbook or a how-to, unless possibly it is a how-to-live.The preponderance of engaging pieces is a credit to both Gourmet and Reichl.

Some authors take us on personal journeys that shaped their lives and some capture the foods and wines that shaped an era.  Others share the moments that make their lives worth living and the joie de vivre to be found in cooking.
I will not comment on every piece, but there are some that I just cannot resist.
As ever, M.F.K. Fisher is a gift.  Her Three Swiss Inns is so vivid in detail and her ability to capture ambiance so clever that she sets the bar high.  The tank of trout practically swims before our eyes.  Start the book after lunch unless you are reading in Gstaad because a sandwich break will be truly disheartening.
Robert Coffin’s pieces are almost my favorites.  In Night of Lobster and Night of Venison, his culinary escapades in Maine with hot biscuits, good friends, Scotch, and frozen tidal pools are concurrently corporeal and ethereal.  Down East Breakfast is brawnily viscous and will forever make you scowl at your sad little bowl of Cheerios.

Annie Proulx takes the proverbial cake, however, in A Garlic War.  Auntie Bella undertaking the de-transmogrification of her self-righteous son-in-law with cloves of garlic and puritanical sliced tomatoes is fabulously conniving.

A few Bons Mots have to remarked upon.  I laughed out loud at some and smiled knowingly at others.
Lucius Beebe, an example of gracious living, sums his needs up quite concisely, as follows, “A hot bird and a cold bottle.”
Mary Cantwell enjoys dining alone because she knows when she leaves,” I’ll be going home happy.”
Traveling, “Back down the cone of time to (his) fifth year,” finds William Hamilton,” outraged by what jellied consommé turned out to be.”
It goes on and on.  So many wonderful stories.  There is a plethora of humor and insight to be had in “Endless Feasts.”
Some I will always remember and others I will not, but overall it is a masterpiece of editing and writing.