Throwback Thursday’s Book Review: The Wreck of the Mary Deare by Hammond Innes

Throwback Thursday’s Book Review: The Wreck of the Mary Deare by Hammond Innes (published 1956)

I’ll read just about anything, so I’ll still plow through older books resolutely, even if they are a little more on the archaic side, unless they are so dated (*cough* sexist) that it’s hard to even read, much less finish.

*spoilers ahead*

To my surprise, The Wreck of the Mary Deare was a fantastic read. A little tropish characterization with at least one of the women in the story, but not anywhere close to as bad as my own bias led me to suspect. Probably better than some films and books we have even today.

In general, the author was fairly balanced with his depiction of women for the time in which the book was written. One of the directors of the shipping/trading company was a woman (if I’m remembering my history correctly, not so unusual), and she was called as an “important witness” to give expert testimony in the book’s pivotal court case. Of course, (or, even better!) she was not only knowledgeable and informed, but also devious and corrupt, and was an active agent in the company’s scheme to commit insurance fraud.

The book was just so well put together with its writing style that it holds its appeal even in 2021 (almost seventy years later). It’s exciting, suspenseful, and even spooky at times in its imagery and set-up to the climatic events of the book. It reads like a true-life adventure, but I didn’t realise until after I finished the book as to why–it had to have been based on the real-life events surrounding the Mary Celeste and her mysterious fate. (The Wreck of the Mary Deare was also made into a movie.)

My favourite line from the book? I’m glad you asked!

“He was a seaman. He was used to boats, not to the sea itself as an element in which to exist…”

And the ending is very…satisfactory!


5 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday’s Book Review: The Wreck of the Mary Deare by Hammond Innes

  1. I’ve been so melancholy, I may just need to pull out the classics like Poe. As far as “sexist old stuff”, the Bible is right up there for me. And yet GLORIFIED on the daily by the narcissists who Gaslight the system and sheeple because let’s face it, even when faced with hard evidence, a narcissist will still lie and say, “nope didn’t do it, not me”… because they are incapable of personal responsibility, morals, or even remorse. There’s no way man is this evil, they need us to believe in some fake imaginary fucking fairytale, that completely sounds like manmade ideas, with their sexist fucking egos, “Eve made me eat the apple”, “Eve came from the rib of man” or how fucking unclean we are for 2 weeks after our periods. And, by the way, all female species exists, one of them is the Amazon molly fish. I may believe in some form of evil and good, but it’s not that fucking fairytale book that we are gaslit to believe. Oh, how clever to separate church from state. Women are still being stoned for crimes they haven’t committed, buried to their neck and STONED, by these monsters who get away with murder in the name of religion. They pay no taxes. But control the sheeple with shackle and chain, REPENT, GIVE GOD YOUR MONEY SO WE CAN BUILD BIGGER AND GRANDER THINGS, GOD IS GOOD! GO AHEAD AND KILL, REPENT, MONEY, GOD LOVES YOU!! BE FREE!!! JESUS CHRIST!! Meanwhile, I can’t stand this existence I was born into, this fucking slavery, and I’m forced to live in society, on grid, with these monsters who have no souls. I can’t deal.

    And I mean that’s just the icing on the cake. Depression doesn’t begin to slice it. And so all I need to do is pick a topic on why I’m depressed when talking to my therapist, it doesn’t need to be like my dad dying or a death or event to make one depressed. Some people unplug from The Matrix and their mind can’t handle the truth.

    I’m just a scared little girl at the end of my rope who wishes I had someone to hug and eat tacos with, you know?

    “Find Jesus” then you won’t be depressed. Well if Jesus is somewhere there’s some peace and quiet, trust me I’m trying to fucking find it… and it’s not in this apartment complex and the alarm system kept going on and off on and off on and off from like 9 PM to 3 a.m. I thought I was going to have a meltdown. War zone.


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