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Surfing only looks like a sport. To initiates, it is something else entirely: a beautiful addiction, a demanding course of study, a morally dangerous pastime, a way of life. Raised in California and Hawaii, Finnegan started surfing as a child. He has chased waves all over the world, wandering for years through the South Pacific, Australia, Asia, Africa. A bookish boy, and then an excessively adventurous young man, he went on to become a writer and war reporter. Barbarian Days takes us deep into unfamiliar worlds, some of them right under our noses -- off the coasts of New York and San Francisco. It immerses the reader in the edgy camaraderie of close male friendships annealed in challenging waves. Finnegan shares stories of life in a whites-only gang in a tough school in Honolulu even while his closest friend was a native Hawaiian surfer. He shows us a world turned upside down for kids and adults alike by the social upheavals of the 1960s. He details the intricacies of famous waves and his own apprenticeships to them. Youthful folly -- he drops LSD while riding huge Honolua Bay, on Maui -- is served up with rueful humor. He and a buddy, their knapsacks crammed with reef charts, bushwhack through Polynesia. They discover, while camping on an uninhabited island in Fiji, one of the world's greatest waves. As Finnegan's travels take him ever farther afield, he becomes an improbable anthropologist: unpicking the picturesque simplicity of a Samoan fishing village, dissecting the sexual politics of Tongan interactions with Americans and Japanese, navigating the Indonesian black market while nearly succumbing to malaria. Throughout, he surfs.… (more)
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the author is just a year or so older than I am, so
This is the story of a life long obsession. It is interesting how such an obsession molded the author's life.
There is also a sadness to this story, beneath the surface. I am not sure how I feel about it.
I loved this book, and loved his writing, but it did seem to go on and on. I think too much was shoehorned in, held together by the constant surfing
This book could have been three books, which I think would have been better. I would have read all three avidly.
So that is really the gist, but of course it’s layered with a few other things. While the author is nearly-maniacal about surfing, not in an outward way, after all he is a reputable New Yorker writer among other things, this is munch more just an autobiography, its a self-discovery, and his assimilation of a lifetime journey integrating not just the dramatic ocean nature he has explored but all the people that feed in to it that make us, us.
What struck me most was the reminders of recent times past, particularly the four year globe circling adventure he takes in search of waves. Yep, no internet, no cell phones, writing letters, months off the grid (whatever that meant before), from an island in Fiji where you discover perhap the perfect yet. Life, was like that.
Those stories, added to his formative ones from attending school and surfing in Hawaii, serve to connect the rest of the book to the end, allowing the author to reveal and understand himself and the circle of life. At the end you may find you too have unexpectedly learned a new language of waves, but more so how our deepest passions carry us unexpectedly forward, and we may not see ever see our own truths until they have been allowed to run their course.
The author has been obsessed with surfing since he was an adolescent in the 1960s. This book is a memoir of his surfing adventures and their impact on his life. He travels to many parts of the world, including Indonesia, Oceania, Australia, South Africa, and Portugal. He surfs where he lives in the US – Hawaii, California, and New York. This book is well-written and provides lots of local color for countries around the world. The author features several of his fellow surfers and eccentric characters.
There is a vast amount of information contained in this book of the many factors that impact the decision to go out into the elements, such as currents, wind direction, wave types, and reefs. It gets extremely detailed in places. He explains surfing techniques, boards to use in differing conditions, and the surfing culture.
His obsession seems to be partly based on the endless search for the perfect wave and partly on the exhilaration of living life at the edge of danger. It is a book of journeys around the world and journeys in life. It is a story of “man against the sea” and knowing how far to push one’s own capabilities. His descriptions of surfing fiascos are riveting. He almost drowned several times. In these sections, I found myself holding my breath to find out if he would make it, even though he obviously survived to write this book.
This is not a book about surfing competitions. Nor is it about finding the largest waves. It is about how an obsession with surfing that accompanied the author in each of six decades of his life. Pick this one up if you enjoy stories about extreme sports or adventuring.