Backwash
Is this dreamboat taking on water?
by Ellen Barry
SOMETHING PRIMAL DRIVES Sebastian Junger to surf in rough January seas, when
you can get pulled under for long enough to think you are drowning and burst to
the surface with your lungs sucking salt water. These needs are not satisfied
by a book tour.
"This is what my life is like now," says Junger, 35, who is leaning back in
his chair, bare-chested, barefoot, with a tan of a depth rare even among lesser
literary sensations. He gives this example from a recent blitz of press
appearances. "I sat in the little makeup chair [on the set of Good Morning
America] and realized that I hadn't even stepped into a shower in the last
24 hours. I said to the woman, `I've got to tell you, the makeup from last
night is still on me.' That's what my life is like now."
Makeup chairs are not his scene. What Junger likes -- as he has explained a
thousand times since The Perfect Storm hit the bestseller lists and he
became a spokesman for the strenuous life -- is the moment when you know you
could go under. At that moment, it doesn't matter what suburb you grew up in
(Belmont), or what the reviews say ("worthy of William Shawn's New
Yorker"), or who options the movie rights (Warner Brothers). It also
doesn't matter whether you are the target of a vituperative front-page attack
in the New York Observer, where reporter Warren St. John last week
reinterviewed certain of Junger's sources and labeled the book "A Fish
Story Awash in Errors."
Nonfiction brought the book into this world, and nonfiction could take it out.
The Perfect Storm, a true story about a Gloucester fishing boat called
the Andrea Gail that went down in the Halloween Gale of 1991, was
supposed to be "a minor book," Junger says, with regional interest among
commercial fishermen -- who aren't, at any rate, big buyers of hardcover
literary non-fiction. But Junger's book -- which builds up to a numbing chapter
about what it feels like to drown -- hit a market ravenous for true stories.
The Perfect Storm settled just downwind of Jon Krakauer's Everest
memoir Into Thin Air on the New York Times bestseller list, and
Junger sold the paperback rights to HarperCollins for $1.2 million, and the
movie rights to Spring Creek Productions for a reported $500,000. In a highbrow
market that embraced Kathryn Harrison's incest memoir and Caroline Knapp's
drinking memoir, The Perfect Storm reeked of authenticity -- as did Mr.
Junger, a part-time high climber for a tree-removal company who appeared in
publicity shots with a chainsaw. Junger speaks with the eloquence of a onetime
anthropology major about the male longing for danger. It's a longing he is
familiar with.
"I grew up in the suburbs, I went to private school," he told me. "You feel
emasculated by that kind of background when you look at a man who has been in
50-foot seas and come back with a weird look in his eyes."
But there are no 50-foot seas for Junger. Instead came Observer scribe
Warren St. John, who printed a laundry list of reporting errors (one major
character's name was misspelled throughout book, for instance) and two
more-substantive objections: the two men who came off as most culpable, Bob
Brown and Ray Leonard, both said Junger "let a good story get in the way of the
facts." The author never interviewed Leonard, who is portrayed as an
irresponsible risk-taker, in part because he says he "had too many characters
in the book." And Brown complained that The Perfect Storm's analysis of
ship stability contained major errors -- an assertion that Junger contests,
saying his facts were taken from court depositions.
The complaints -- coming, as they do, from two deeply interested parties --
will likely diffuse into the odd spectacle of Manhattan journalists debating
the proper storage of fuel tanks on a 72-foot steel-hulled swordfisherman. A
larger question is whether the hot-ticket category of "literary journalism" --
with its unclear attributions and the premium it puts on drama -- is too
literary to be called journalism at all. Junger's editor at W.W. Norton, who
was quoted in the Observer story, said her primary gauge of accuracy has
nothing at all to do with fact-checking: the questions she asks are "Is there
internal coherence? Does the author's version of the events make sense?"
It's not just Junger coming under the microscope. Questions about authenticity
-- rarely heard when Truman Capote pioneered the genre with his 1966 book In
Cold Blood , the substantially fictionalized account of a Kansas murder
case -- are now cropping up in response to nonfiction sensations as diverse as
Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes, John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden
of Good and Evil, and Robert Reich's Locked in the Cabinet. Did
those conversations really happen? How true is nonfiction, anyway? What kind of
liberties can you take with real lives?
So Sebastian Junger is having the ultimate celebrity experience: he's found
himself at the center of a controversy. He's already aired his psyche liberally
and posed for a thousand cheesecake publicity shots, and now the klieg lights
have swung around to scrutinize the choices he made as a journalist -- the
things he put in, the things he left out, the way people turned into
characters. He doesn't like it. We talked to him three days after the
Observer article came out. He was feeling, as he put it,
"overexamined."
Q: Were you surprised by the attention?
A: It wasn't supposed to be a big book -- not a Book in capital
letters, you know. They thought they'd sell 10,000 copies. I didn't even think
I could finish it, because the story, journalistically, looked so impossible: a
nonfiction book about a boat that disappears. You're talking about
Gloucester. It didn't have "bestseller" written on it. I didn't want to
invent dialogue or fictionalize or any of the stuff that readers love. I was
sure I was condemned to write a journalistically interesting book that just
wouldn't fly. It would be too heavy. The topic is too weird and idiosyncratic.
It's all the things that kill books.
Q: When did you realize what was happening?
A: I sold the movie rights last October. That was the first time
I really knew. And then it really just started snowballing. By the time the
publishing date came around it was just huge, and now compared to May it's
huge. Every month it's 10 times bigger than it should have been. I didn't
realize until very late that I had anything on my hands. Neither did the
publisher.
Q: Did you think the Observer story was fair?
A: No, of course not. Every single thing he said in there I
countered, and nothing I countered with got in. [Observer reporter
Warren St. John] totally had an article he wanted to write. He was totally
selective with the information he used. It really pissed me
off. . . . Ray Leonard is understandably upset by the book, but
everything [crew member] Karen Stimpson said was corroborated by the Coast
Guard. Everything and more. . . . You can make a case for
anything if you're selective. [St. John] was really convinced that Leonard was
right, and after three hours it got really tiresome. He would say, "Oh, no, you
needed that to have a good plot," and I'd say "No, I'm not writing a novel. I'm
not thinking in terms of a plot. I think you are."
Q: But isn't that what journalists do sometimes?
A: Well, they're selective, inevitably. It's like the justice
system. Inevitably, it's not objective. But he's saying, "You need a villain.
You need Bob Brown and Ray Leonard." And I said, "Well, if I needed a villain,
I know much worse stuff about both these guys. Why didn't I put that in?" The
Coast Guard told me [Leonard] was drunk in the [rescue] helicopter. If I wanted
to make him a bad guy, don't you think I would put that in? It's not like I
particularly need to vilify Bob Brown. He actually was very nice to me. He
treated me very well. So I didn't want him to feel stabbed in the back.
Q: Is [the criticism] going to change the way you work in the
future?
A: When I first found out there was anything wrong, I was so
upset, I wished I had never written the book. A reader's copy had gone down to
Gloucester, and someone send it to Peter Anastas, who's sort of the local town
historian. He said, Listen, this is an incredible book. Finally, someone wrote
the right book about Gloucester. But listen, for the next edition, you got this
street name wrong, and this and this. There were 12 things, and a lot of them
were things where someone would tell me something and I wouldn't check it -- he
sounded authoritative and I didn't have time to check it.
Q: The difference is when you're working on a newspaper story, you
attribute things. But there's not much attribution in your book.
A: Right, because it bogs it down. Newspaper articles aren't
literature. And I'm glad they're not. It would take forever to get through the
New York Times. With books, you have to make those decisions.
Q: Did you feel you had to make a decision as to whether the
Andrea Gail was seaworthy?
A: No.
Q: You left it intentionally ambiguous.
A: Yeah. And it wasn't seaworthy. Its reputation was that it was
an unsafe boat and had no business being out there. And I never said that.
There's a whole chapter about the boat. I put that stuff in there because it
was an important legal issue. . . . Any boat that size would
have gone down in those conditions. A 72-foot boat in 70-foot breaking waves.
It's an impossibility for a boat to survive that. They could have gone down in
[conditions half that bad]. And you know, if I had wanted to set up Bob Brown
as a villain, I could have done a much better job at it. He said outrageous
things to me when I first met him. The six guys who died on the boat, he said
"Oh, those scumbags, they didn't even have life insurance." And he said to
someone else, "Losing that boat was the best thing that ever happened to me in
terms of [my] business," because he felt that the boat wasn't doing that well.
I mean, that is harsh. You're talking about six guys who died working for you.
To talk about them that way is harsh.
Q: Do you feel like the book was accurate, by and large?
A: Of course. Everyone I've talked to who's in the business
thinks so. In fact, the only people who don't think so are people who live and
work at desks in New York City. Seriously, I haven't met one person who works
in the industry who has the slightest problem with it. One guy came up to me
and said, "If you ever question the value of what you've done, just think of it
like this: I've been out in 30, 40-foot seas thinking I was never going to get
out alive. I'm not an educated man, and I can't tell people what that's like,
but you told them. Thank you." So whose approval do I want? Warren St. John's?
Or that guy's? I mean, I just feel like he's missing the whole point of
writing, which is to capture a deeper truth.
Q: Do fishermen talk about drowning?
No. Too scary, I imagine. And they don't talk about what it's like out
there at all. You say, Hey, does it get pretty rough out there? And they won't
say anything. It's like they'll talk about it with other fishermen, but as a
non-fisherman, you don't really deserve to hear it. It's like guys coming back
from Vietnam -- you can't possibly talk about it if you've never been out
there.
Q: Did you ever become outraged at the state the Andrea Gail
was in?
A: No. I mean, she was like every other boat.
Q: But she had a bad reputation?
A: Some thought so. But there's a bunch of boats that do. I
mean, they're rustbuckets, all of them. All that eyeball engineering. And I
said that. I basically included the Andrea Gail in the majority of the
ships in the fleet.
Q: And yet, if the odds for getting hurt in a factory were that
high, they'd shut it down. Do you think this is an industry like any
other?
A: I think the government plays a little faster and looser with
the fishing business because it's just more autonomous for some reason. These
guys are choosing to go out there. It's not quite like Russian roulette, but
it's a little like that. You want to go to the Grand Banks in October or
November, that's your problem. . . . These fishermen are sort of
fatalistic. They don't have a lot of time and money. They work really hard.
They don't want someone from the Coast Guard Academy telling them how to put on
a life vest. I think all this stuff is good. Safety regulations are ultimately
going to save lives. But I can see where the fishermen are coming from. They're
like, "Listen, this is our business. It's a tough job. We're not killing anyone
else."
Q: Would you do it?
A: Fish for a living? No, it's too hard.
Q: If America knows how dangerous the world of fishing really is,
will that change the world of fishing?
A: No. The only thing that will change the world of fishing is
the fish running out.
Ellen Barry can be reached at ebarry[a]phx.com.