In March of 1984 the ‘‘Wind Blown’’ was lost, in a severe storm, with all four men aboard. They were almost home to Montauk and nobody know exactly what happened. No bodies and very little debris was ever found.
I love Montauk, I know a lot about the Hamptons, and when I was younger I hung around with some of the commercial fishermen at the Jersey Shore in the bars that sold cheap beer and shots. And I would have been about the same age as these guys, so I’m the perfect reader for this story but that’s not the whole story.
This is really the story of the survivors. It’s also about the growth of the Hamptons, and the wealthy week-enders who come for three months. It’s the complicated story of Mike, the captain, Mary, his wife, and their three sons. And the First Mate, who grew up in a very wealthy Central Park West, NYC family. And one of the young deckhands, who made more money playing hooky for a week offshore tile fishing than his teacher made all year.
It’s an amazing story of loss. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I couldn’t put it down and I finished it in three days!