Fun summer read about the joys and challenges of rediscovering the pursuits of youth at a later point in life - in this case, competitive sunfish sailing. Bought in Nantucket and read almost entirely on the beach over the summer. A few highlights:
“Although Jeff couldn’t have been more helpful, I was feeling less like a champion and more like Rip Van Winkle. In the last decade and a half, not only had the Sunfish become more high-tech, the scene around the parking lot had also changed. Vans with logos on them were everywhere with all sorts of stuff to sell, from hats to tiller extensions to sunblock.”
“By the time I returned to shore, where Melissa and the kids waited in the car, I felt I had made a small but measurable advance toward preparing for the North Americans. And yet something was wrong. I had been on my pond and they had been in the car. I could see what lay ahead: The more focused I became in the succeeding weeks, the more isolated I would become. If this comeback was going to count toward anything, it would have to somehow involve Melissa, Jennie, and Ethan. Unfortunately, the last thing they wanted to do was tag along to Springfield. Unless you are participating in it, there is nothing more boring than a sailboat regatta, particularly one held outside a midwestern city in July.”
“For my younger brother Sam, the Sunfish had come to represent all those youthful experiences you have to leave behind in order to grow up. Now a banker and a golfer, Sam had not only given me his old Sunfish, he'd even bought a cruising boat with a head (boatspeak for a bathroom) on it. When he'd heard I was giving the Sunfish another try, he'd sighed and said, “Good for you, Nat." The implication was clear: Would I ever grow up? Sam had a point. If the sole reason I'd begun this comeback was to prove that I still wasn't too old, it was going to be an exercise in futility. But maybe by compartmentalizing his life into childhood and adulthood experiences, Sam was running the risk of cheating himself. But out of what, exactly? I hoped I'd have a better idea by the end of the regatta.”
“More than anything else, feel is a matter of empathy with wind and water. Whereas most sports deny nature altogether, a sailor cannot escape it. As long as the wind fills the sails, he or she is consorting with a force beyond human control. But feel doesn't emanate from a higher, spiritual plane. On the contrary, it is primitive, elemental. Feel reaches back into the marrow and the synapses, into the brine of the bloodstream. Everything is reduced to instinct.”