By Frank Davey ADAM WAS A FISHERMAN, by Arthur Eperon (Hale, 12s. 6d).
THE author was one of a team which formed the first four-engined Halifax squadron with Leonard Cheshire V.C.
He was shot down three times and taken prisoner in an unescorted daylight raid on the Scharnhorst. He says his secret ambition now is to become a farmer in Kent.
Then what is he doing writing such a good novel about East Coast deep-sea fishermen?
WELL, he has been a journalist on the "Daily Herald" for years, and went twice to Arctic waters in trawlers to gather the material for this hook. He proves to have a sympathetic understanding of human nature as well as a keen eye for dramatic situation.
When we eat fish on Friday, do we ever put up a tiny prayer for the safety of those men who sail their ships around Greenland, Iceland and the White Sea? Do we picture them fighting fog and ice and sudden death from storm; or standing (if it is possible) kneedeep in newly-netted and fresh
gutted cod on slippery decks in a stiff North-Easter?
ITHINK we should do so sometimes. As we swallow our halibut-liver oil capsules to keep ourselves free from colds, we might spare a thought for the frozen fingers of these hard-working. bard-living fishermen and their wives who pray at home for their safety at sea.
This story, worth reading for its own sake, gives an extremely credible picture of the lives they lead and of the hardships they endure in their hazardous. if lucrative. calling.