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- Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916
- Michael Capuzzo
- 20 January 2020
Summary Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916
Summary Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 Michael Capuzzo ¸ 5 Summary Summary Ä Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 è PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free Camp and seashore Victrolas The hotel s first five hundred electric lights glimmered and swam in the darkened sea Deeper into the night after the hotel was uiet and dark the splashing and laughter in front of the Engleside lulled and finally ceasedOnly yesterday in the ancient life of the ocean fishes had Leni Lenape Indian kings led their warriors to the virgin beach to feast upon mountains of clams in preparation for autumn s wars colonial sportsmen rumbled seaward on the carriage roads Pennsylvania farmers rattled eastward by wagon leaving crops behind for the annual sea day Never in the three human centuries at the shore the eye blink that was the forty years of the Engleside had so many people enjoyed the pastime of ocean bathingThe tide surged in free of human presence once again The skates and rays and other fishes swarmed in their timeless feeding ways of the night sea making subtle and unknowable adjustmentsAt dawn on Saturday July the hotel and the ocean were united by the bright gold band of beach Breakfast was served in the Engleside dining room by young Irish immigrant women from Boston while the men read the Philadelphia Public Ledger and smoked Turkish cigarettes on the porches and discussed the German march to Paris and the fall of the Philadelphia A s to last place That was the summer the great Connie Mack affixed to the American language the axiom You can t win em all That weekend Mrs Hetty Green the world s richest and stingiest woman would die leaving million and the notorious legacy of having refused to pay for an operation for her son costing him his leg By late morning the sands were crowded with young men and women in the startling new swimming costumes the women revealing inches of leg never before seen in public In playful teams men and women built sand castles a new art in America and Europe that year The shouting and flirting rose and fell like a nervous and reluctant tExtraordinaryCapuzzo captures a time of innocence and its greatest nightmare John Sandford author of Chosen PreyA major achievement building on the sandy shore a formidable piece of American history The writing is controlled and vivid and the research magnificent Remarkable among other things is the authors ability to almost get into the mind of the shark as it moved through the sea and sought to maneuver itself to its best advantage in order to survive Close to Shore is a splendid book Gay TaleseCapuzzos account of the shark attacks on the Jersey shore recaptures the intense drama of the real events with a lyrical intensity rare in nonfiction writing Along with its riveting doses of sheer terror it recreates an era You feel the past Meticulously researched beautifully written This is strong stuff Mark Bowden author of Black Hawk DownClose to Shore is a truly remarkable book Michael Capuzzo has combined a beautifully written social history with the kind of thriller that defies being put down until the last page But this monster story is dreadfully true And in Capuzzos capable hands it becomes an elegiac story that tugs at the heart at the same time it makes it beat all the faster Books like this one just dont come along very often Michael Connelly author of A Darkness More Than NightSeveral decades ago a little summer thriller named Jaws changed swimming habits forever Now along comes Michael Capuzzo with his own take on the great white shark a story made all theincredible because it happened Close to Shore is a wonderful period piece of America on the cusp of the Roaring Twenties But at the books heart is that most mysterious of all sea creaturesthe great whitelurking thinking calculating and then acting with its fifty triangular teeth and six tons of per suare inch pressure Read Capuzzos account of what happened that summer on the Jersey Shore and then I dare you go back in the water Buzz Bissinger author of Friday Night Lights.characters ✓ PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free ¸ Michael Capuzzo
Summary Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 Michael Capuzzo ¸ 5 Summary Summary Ä Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 è PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free Ed He heard voices as if from far away He kicked vigorously and began his crawl toward shore He felt an exhilarating jolt of adrenaline lifting him onward and over the waves Perhaps he mistook it for the thrill of being noticed or a simple joy in his youth and strengthHe is a Mercury a brown Mercury his heels are winged and in them is the swiftness of the sea Jack London one of his favorite authors had writtenHis form was perfect arms arcing through the sea ERRATIC ERAThe HotelOn an island off the southern coast of New Jersey at the edge of the vast and desolate pinelands stood an old proud wooden hotel The graceful spire could be seen far over land and sea and stole the flat horizon from the famous bygone lighthouse that was crumbling into the tides Carved around the crown of the spire was a bas relief of ocean waves rolling in endless and regal procession The overall effect was of a Greek temple left to preside over a land of mosuitoes and greenhead flies The Engleside Hotel was the grandest lodge on the deserted stretch north of Atlantic City a world apart from the glamour of Asbury Park where President Woodrow Wilson stayed that summer of running for reelection on the promise He kept us out of the war In Asbury Park notable and fashionable people set the modish style but the Engleside moved to the cadence of elegant and simpler days With its somber turrets and long low porches the hotel had a noble and slightly melancholy air like the last member of an old lineThe Engleside tower struck toward the heavens with peculiar immodesty for a structure built by uakers It rose in a series of four deep balconies where guests in wicker rocking chairs watched white sailed wooden craft play with the wind On the beach were potato in spoon races skits with parasols violins and leaping dogsentertainments that diverted their guests from rumors that the kaiser s U boats were trolling offshore The hotel was a temperance house but guests enjoyed the pleasures of reading dining dancing in the starlit evening rowing on the moonlit bay writing long intimate letters and waiting for the return mail There was little else to do On the porches by the sea there was Edith Wharton s popular Ethan Frome to read and W Somerset Maugham s Of Human Bondage The children were in a tizzy over Kenneth Grahame s storybook The Wind in the Willows The distant views were of twisted sea pine among the dunes lonely golden eagles floating over the back country and the water thick with bluefish and striped bass oyster and hard clam which New Englanders called by the Indian name uahog and Philadelphians called Venus Most of the guests of the Engleside born to the Philadelphia aristocracy read Latin and Greek On clear days the ocean appeared infinite before them Long gentle waves curled languorously onto miles of virgin beach and returned endlessly back to sea but if the surf held the song of a Siren it had long been resisted For many years the Engleside s Victorian guests were too modest to disrobe to bathe Philadelphians changeless as their old and distinguished city were reluctant or afraid to enter the water for ocean bathing had not been done and so for many years was notBut late on the last night of June of that year the deskman at the Engleside heard gentle splashing and frolicking in the water in front of the hotel The young were challenging their Victorian parents with rebellious behaviors and the latest fad was moonlight swimming Perhaps the older generation was growing sentimental aware of the looming shadows of the European mess But many a deaf ear was turned that summer to the midnight air the young were allowed to get away with it The clerk that night heard nothing The first cool air of the day blew through the hotel s open windows as the faint strains of hits such as Don t Take My Darling Boy Away spilled out over the water from the popular new portable.
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Summary Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 Michael Capuzzo ¸ 5 Summary Summary Ä Close to Shore: The Terrifying Shark Attacks of 1916 è PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB free The Last Man in the WaterThe smell of the sea pulled him east The Atlantic spread before him like a pool of diamonds liuefied tossing gently in gleaming tips and shards of changeable fading bronze light The sun climbed down toward dusk behind mountains of clouds swollen with moisture The young man couldn t wait to get in the waterThe sandy beach stretched for miles Behind him were seagrass covered dunes bleached fragments of shipwrecks the shadows of Victorian turrets facing the sea The warm wind carried the bark of a retriever the faint perfume so close of the young women watching from the sands in their hourglass Gibson Girl dresses their hair swept up high like the clouds captured in silk bow tie ribbons He was a handsome young man with slicked back dark hair a strong profile a man who drew notice He moved with the slight elbows out jauntiness of a rebel for ocean swimming was a new and godless pursuit a worship of the cult of the body The startling vision of a young man at the edge of the sea Thomas Mann had recently written conjured up mythologies was like a primeval legend handed down from the beginning of time of the birth of form of the origin of the Gods As the young man paused to survey the beach the dog came beside him and lapped his hand The man put his toes in the water then strode uickly into the shallows the sandy muck sucking at his feet for there could be no hesitation no sign of timidity Timidity was something he was determined to leave far behind once and forever The temperature of the water was sixty eight degrees Fahrenheit but he walked out thigh deep giving the impression it was a stroll in the afternoon air As the water reached for his torso he jackknifed his body and dove in The lifesavers rowboat an old shore whalers model lay up on dry sand beyond the seaweed lineThere were a few other swimmers splashing and floundering near shore uickly he was beyond them He was strong and practiced with a lean muscular body and he moved swiftly into deeper water In the far distance merchant steamers crawled northward on the warm onrushing torrents of the Gulf Stream He could hear splashing behind him the dog playfully following All eyes he knew were on him nowHe had tried out for the swim team at the university and failed to make it but he was in his early twenties at the cusp of manhood and his endurance did not wane Soon he had the water to himself it was his ocean he was without doubt the strongest swimmer of the hour and he stopped exhaled and floated on his back a signal to shore that he had done what he had set out to do He couldn t have known precisely how deep the water was beneath him but considering his distance from shore he was certainly in far over his headIt is impossible to know what the young man was thinking as he floated and the moments passed lazily into twilight Perhaps he was thinking that he had come to a place of greatest ease safety and comfort The whole summer stretched before him on the beach with family and friends not a care in the world but the European war across the pond which touched him not His father had removed him from the mysterious and deadly plagues afflicting the lower classes in Philadelphia He was engaged to be married in the fall Perhaps he was pining over his absent love his first and forever love as a young man does under a summer sky with all of life ahead The wedding was arranged His whole future had been wonderfully arrangedAfter a time he realized he no longer heard the splashing of the dog He turned over on his stomach and looked toward land the beach was a distant shimmering strip exhaling the day s radiant heat the shadows had deepened in front of the turrets ladies parasols on the boardwalk bobbed like puffs of yellow cream against the darkening sky He was the last man in the water He heard the dog barking from somewhere across the wind and waves and was amus.