The last ship: a novel. byBrinkley, William Be the first one to write a review. Borrows Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files. Download eBooks The Last Ship [PDF, ePub, Docs] by William Brinkley Read Full Online "Click Visit button" to access full FREE ebook. Hailed as "an extraordinary novel of men at war" (The Washington Post) this is the book that inspired the TNT television series starring Eric Dane, Rhona Mitra.
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But there are times I dig insane. Because this is a stylized book. Often, the intriguing plot is obscured by Brinkley's verbiage. The Last Ship is intensely overwritten, filled with allusion, metaphor, and boldly purple prose. There are sentences here that seem reverse-engineered from ornate Victorian novels. A Tom Clancy techno-thriller as filtered through 19th century prose-structuring.
It appears that Brinkley chose a lot of his words by thumbing through old ACT study guides. Brinkley does. On multiple occasions. At times the verbose posturing almost feels parodic. In fact, accepting the book along these terms is what allowed me to enjoy it. Same insufferable first-person narrator. Same references to literature, the classics, and the Bible. Same endless philosophizing. Same mystical belief in the power of the sea.
In case the similarities are not enough, Brinkley helpfully includes a character named Melville. The style is simply too constricting for my taste.
An author goes to great lengths to create a fictional world, and then he or she makes you look at it through a single pair of eyes. That is especially the case here. The aftermath of a cataclysmic nuclear war is bound to engender a diversity of feeling. But in The Last Ship, we only get one perspective.
And that perspective is of the singularly incurious and emotionally flat captain. This is a guy who will ruminate on the ocean for pages in very Ishmael-like fashion , but never gives a fully formed thought about what caused the all-out exchange of nukes in the first place.
He is entirely uninterested in going back to America, and is puzzlingly indifferent to the possible destruction of everything he ever knew, of every place he ever went, of every person he ever met.
This is done, however, in a tone of absolute surprise and wonderment.
Yes, the sex. During the sex, he maintains this style, but adds in some graphic language and terrible similes. Do you remember your first day in creative writing class?
This is my second time through The Last Ship. I first read it when I was a teenager, back when I barely knew what the captain and his girlfriend were doing in the final third of the novel. This time around, I listened to it as an audio book. His professionalism and talent did wonders in lifting the material. As far as I know, he kept a straight face from cover to cover, which is more than I could have accomplished.
This says something, because post-nuclear war novels fall pretty far down her list of things she wants to listen to. Which is fair enough, I suppose. There are so many things about it that feel are objectively bad.
What Have We Got? No more delays are countenanced by Isambard Brunel, So I swing to the let, I swing to the right, And so they work a double shit, to make the time in full, What have we got, but the buzzer in the morning? Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a ight, No mention of the missing men…they seal the double hull.
Aye, and what have we got, but the laying of a keel?
I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat, And what have we got, but the cranes above us soaring? On the night that the pugilist inally learned how to dance. A dignitary clutched his heart…and collapsed upon the deck. Tell me, what have we got, but the noise inside the hold? What do ye got?
What do we got? Now, what do ye got? It glistens and it sparkles in the moonlight, Where we work in horizontal rain, and shiver in the cold. Who is it that stares back and greets him? With their X-rays and probes and their monitor screens, What have ye got, but the singing in the cables? Or the boy that he was, still wet in the ears? Aye, what have ye got, but the telling of the fables? In the eyes of this stranger who meets him?
Something strange, unexpected, out of control.
And face what he sees without fear, With their radium, chemo and God knows what else? Or be surprised by the presence of a tear. And fall in love with someone, when she loves someone else.
What have ye got, for the straining in your neck? And the snapping of a cable when the rigging hits the deck? You still love her but she loves someone else. For love is the sabre, and love is the shield, Love is the only true power we wield, What have ye got, but the loyalty of brothers?
And where does that leave you? An eternal love is all ye should seek, What have ye got, but this union of the dock? You self-styled man of vision. What have ye got, a bacon sandwich from your mother?
You feel stupid, you feel angry, are you losing your mind? Not a promise of another with the punching of the clock.
To destroy the one she loves, does that become your mission?