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Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. The Last Ship by William Brinkley. The unimaginable has happened. The world has been plunged into all-out nuclear war. Sailing near the Arctic Circle, the U. Nathan James is relatively unscathed, but the future is grim and Captain Thomas is facing mutiny from the tattered remnants of his crew.
With civilization in ruins, he urges those that remain—one-hundred-and-fifty-two men and twenty-six women—to pu The unimaginable has happened. With civilization in ruins, he urges those that remain—one-hundred-and-fifty-two men and twenty-six women—to pull together in search of land.
Once they reach safety, however, the men and women on board realize that they are earth's last remaining survivors—and they've all been exposed to radiation. When none of the women seems able to conceive, fear sets in. Will this be the end of humankind? Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. Published February 13th by Ballantine Books first published More Details Original Title. Other Editions All Editions.
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It's about a sub or ship that was isolated during a world wide melt down, radioactive fallout. Krista Yes, this is the book. See all 4 questions about The Last Ship…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Last Ship. Jun 01, Shibumi rated it really liked it.
I have read many reviews by other readers of The Last Ship over the years and each of them stated the same thing I loved the plot and persevered to the end in spite of the authors writing style. And just like so many before me, once I finished this book I too threw it against the wall and shouted, HA! This book did not beat me! This is a doomsday story about the last American war ship desperately searching for safe harbor in an irradiated and burned world. It's also a morality tale about how I have read many reviews by other readers of The Last Ship over the years and each of them stated the same thing It's also a morality tale about how to carry on the human race when the ratio of men to women isn't balanced.
It's a phenomenal post-apocalyptic tale with great imagery and drama. A true must read for all fans of the P. However, I must seriously caution any reader to take heed before embarking on this bleak yet imaginative seafaring journey. First and foremost I must say that Brinkley was truly ambitious in his attempt at writing a very modern story in the voice of a very old world sea captain.
At times his prose was brilliant and satisfying. Unfortunately, at other times his incessant attempt at being "literary" nearly drowned me in a sea of words. He liberally doused each page with nautical jargon, habitually digressed via flashback, lacked the ability to form a paragraph and produced impressive run on sentences. At times I found myself backtracking to re-read whole chapters in order to maintain a grasp of where and when I was in the story.
Quite simply, his writing style was frustrating. One could safely say that his editor deserved to be keelhauled. In spite of his writing style or perhaps because of it you should persevere. The story is that intriguing. But you have to want to read this book in order to make it to the last page. And if you do View all 14 comments. Apr 11, Matt rated it really liked it Shelves: apocalyptic-fiction , nuclear-war , epics. Strangelove on down. Now, Rosenbaum knows a lot about the atomic bomb, about the strategies and consequences of nuclear war.
That is undeniable. When I think of porn which between you and me is a lot , I think of something that is exploitative, sensationalistic, geared towards satisfying our lower instincts. Yet Rosenbaum uses the term broadly to encompass serious, sober-minded, and message-driven movies and books alike. A film like The Day After or a novel like On the Beach can be described a lot of ways, but crass entertainment is not one of them.
The Last Ship is nuke porn. This novel is a strange brew. Two-thirds of it is ponderous portentousness; and one-third is terrible erotic fiction. This makes it impossible to recommend, and at the same time, impossible for me to hate. There is something almost audacious in the scope of its intent and ambition.
The story is simple enough, as tends to be the case in post-apocalyptic fiction. The guided missile destroyer U. Nathan James is on patrol in the Barents Sea when she is given the order to launch her nuclear-tipped cruise missiles at the Soviet city of Orel. Suddenly, communication with U. Navy Command is interrupted. The James is unable to contact the outside world. For reasons that are unexplained — and strangely unexplored — the James alone has survived.
The journey that follows is a harrowing evocation of a bomb-blasted and irradiated world. A ruined Gibraltar. Poisoned survivors all along the Amalfi Coast. A yacht turned into a ship of ghosts by a neutron bomb. The long, cold, dark journey through a nuclear winter.
This is a novel with a particular skill for creating ghastly and lasting images. The novel is at its best when simply observing the altered universe beyond the decks of the ship. Oh, and did I mention the women? The James has a mixed crew of men and 26 women. Like I said above, this is a book I liked. Nearly loved. 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.
At other times, though, it derived from the powerful execution of his vision. He writes some pretty bad sex; he also delivers some damn good set-pieces. Post-apocalyptic fiction is a robust but slightly disreputable sub-genre.
Part of the reason we read is to catch a glimpse of the great train-wreck of fallen humanity. Some part of our lizard brain wants to see how the world would look after it has blown itself up. There is also something deeper at work. An exploration of the profound frailty of humanity.
For all its excesses, this is something that Brinkley takes seriously. Then again, I might just have a real weakness for low brow sex scenes. View all 15 comments. Dec 09, David Hakamaki rated it it was ok. Oh my Lord, is the author long-winded.
There are very few books that I need to stop reading. This is one of them. Yes, it is that long winded. The author seemed to have a dictionary at his desk to determine alternative words, just so his diatribe did't have to use similar utterance. His discourse meandered th Oh my Lord, is the author long-winded. His discourse meandered through the thought process of his characters and discussed their motivations for every activity. Holy hell, this was like taking English with a prof simultaneously strung out on speed and quaaludes, who drank four pots of coffee and is fighting a raging bout with OCD.
Give it a rest, man -- we just want to read something for fun. So, if you suffer from interminable insomnia, go ahead and grab this sucker. If you want to enjoy your free moments in life, then run the F away and grab something else.
View all 4 comments. Feb 03, Aerin rated it did not like it Shelves: science-fiction , author-soapbox , apocalyptic. Original review date: 3 October Soooooo, this book is a piece of shit! And not your garden-variety piece of shit, either, but a vomitous clusterfuck of truly offensive, misogynistic garbage. I stuck it out for a hundred pages, and here's what I can tell you about the plot: The narrator is the captain of a US Navy Destroyer.
There has been a nuclear war; they are, as far as they know, the Last Ship. Like, in the world. The crew numbers men and 32 women. And you may be thinking - wow, if t Original review date: 3 October Soooooo, this book is a piece of shit! And you may be thinking - wow, if this is the last of humanity, it sure is a good thing there are women aboard!
You know, for repopulating, saving-the-species sorts of activities, right? That's what I was thinking, at least. But oh my goodness, NOPE. Logic of that kind will get you nowhere in this book. Let us begin, shall we, with some quotes from Chapter Two: When the Navy not long ago first commenced assigning a few women to ships, I felt it had to be one of those incalculable fundamental errors that seem to be made only by civilizations in decline, a lapse profound and past comprehension in most elementary morality and judgment.
The idea that we should take these embodiments - harbors, repositories - of all that is gentle and of final value in life, and God and Nature's chosen instrument for the species' very survival, and place them where they would be caught up in the ancient rough-and-tumble of shipboard existence, where peril was one's daily bread, indeed where they might be maimed or slaughtered, and this act based on the concept that equality consisted in women doing exactly what men do: this seemed to me wicked to the point of malignancy, an abomination in the sight of the Lord and of pure reason, and a consummate fraud pulled off on half the human race by their own kind, abetted by a number of men masquerading as their champions.
Note: the preceding monster paragraph consists of exactly TWO 2 sentences. Content is not the only problem with this shitshow. This monologue then goes on to speculate that the sea itself will rise up in wrath and destroy any ships which include women, because Nature hates the ladies.
In case you're wondering, I did check the copyright date after reading this - it was published in Not However, since the deed was struck, I treated females, once they began to come aboard the Nathan James, exactly as I did the men and officers. If equality was what they wanted, equality I would give them. I was not prepared further to insult them by setting for them standards lower than those I enjoined on my other sailors.
You, sir, are an officer AND a gentleman!! She was by now Navy as much as any man. I was suddenly aware, watching her on the ladder, that she had mastered with seeming ease something I had felt, since these matters began, to be among the most difficult of feats: at once to be a Navy officer and remain a woman. But enough about the ladies. Skipping ahead He possessed that Jewishness which is quietly confident of its superiority of intellect, by the same token far too smart to let his knowledge of that fact show through, realizing that to do so throws away half its power Just because I had spent virtually my entire adult life at sea, I had known few women at all.
If the word "known" be enlarged to mean the inner workings of another human being, the inner life, one could come very close to saying I had known none whatsoever. For all purposes I knew nothing about women. But what do I know, I am not a military genius. Chapter Two , my friends. The story then moves on as they discover an apparently uncontaminated island and go about starting to farm the land, harvest fish, and gauge their likelihood of long-term survival.
But it doesn't take long for the icky specter of ladyhood to again rise up and terrorize our Captain. Taking a walk around the island, he stumbles upon a pair of sailors, a man and a woman, talking and giggling by a stream Regarded one way, it was a charming tableau, a girl and a boy kneeling at a brook, their faces wet from the tasting of it Nothing whatsoever happened.
But there was a quality in the scene itself, in the very configurations of their facing genuflected forms, a sense of something like intimacy that made something terrible strike at my heart. I moved quickly on, wanting to get away from it. I have no idea why this possibly-romantic-but-totally-innocent scene terrifies him so profoundly. It'd be one thing, I suppose, if the company were actively fighting a war - fraternization can complicate things and all that.
What the fuck, Captain. What the fuck. But never fear, it gets a whole lot worse. Later that night, the morale officer, a woman, comes to his cabin to give her daily report. They banter for a bit, which he seems to enjoy until he catches himself enjoying it, at which point he quickly re-adopts his douchey demeanor. Finally, he gets to the point that's been bothering him: "How are the women doing, Lieutenant?
Hold on to your hats for this batshittery, folks This statement increased a kind of angry wariness I could feel as having appeared within myself, bringing with it suddenly a sense of danger lying just below the surface, something about it infinitely threatening. Apart from having the highest rank, she was a natural leader of the women. The women in their rigorously segregated quarters must talk over any number of things. There was nothing to keep them from talking over anything, and no man's ear ever hearing.
It was not inconceivable that they might, in present circumstances, come to consider their first allegiance to themselves, to their own fraternity [sic] of womanhood. The very idea of the possible existence of such an entity, never having remotely occurred to me until this instant, was itself deeply unsettling, further, wholly inadmissible. Not only can it not be recognized, given any official standing whatsoever; nothing is more expressly, categorically forbidden aboard ship than cliques of any kind.
And I could think of none more unacceptable, striking at the very functioning of the ship, than one consisting only of women; I would come down on it instantly, ruthlessly, with every force and power I possessed Holy shit, buddy. Finally, she gets up to leave, and he spouts what may be the creepiest narration I've read all year: She walked to the door, taking her inviolate serenity - and, it seemed, her sureness of something undefined - with her.
Her body and her way of carrying it were pliant and without effort, eurythmic, a grace by second nature, as though it were something she never had to give a thought to; impossible of making an awkward movement. I could see the shimmering water of the lagoon beyond, seeming to backdrop, and to outline, her woman's figure.
But I was not looking at the lagoon. I was looking first at the back of her head and the pure grain of wheat-light hair, then all down her body, slender and cool, across her seat, down her legs, the clean white smartness of the uniform seeming to enhance as it were her womanhood; whilst I did, having the eerie conviction that she knew I was doing so. Then she was gone and I sat looking out at only the unobstructed lagoon. Feeling a tremor through all my being, a dampness breaking out all over me as from a fever.
In this male stronghold of ships I felt suddenly enveloped in femininity, in its impenetrable mysteries, its unknown and perhaps unknowable secrets - its snares, its traps. And it just goes ON, this menacing mix of lust and violence, terror and fury. And all because On the ship? I read apocalyptic books because I am interested in stories about the end of the world - destruction, social breakdown, isolation, disaster.
I do not read apocalyptic books to get inside the head of a horrifying misogynist. I don't want to feel angry and afraid when reading for leisure. And I don't know what Brinkley's intent is here - if he is using the Captain as a mouthpiece for his own views, or if he is crafting a character study on the mindset of this particular brand of monster. Maybe the Captain will be redeemed, maybe he will be destroyed, maybe his dreadfulness will serve some yet-to-be-seen literary purpose.
But I don't actually give a fuck, because I'm not reading another pages of this long-winded, disgusting diatribe. I just don't have the energy. FUCK this book. View all 12 comments. Sep 09, Cheryl rated it did not like it. I just wanted them all to die so this book would finally be over.
View 2 comments. I'll finish this some other day. View all 3 comments. The Last Ship by William Brinkley is a post-nuclear-apocalyptic novel which focuses on the survival of the crew of the destroyer Nathan James. Although, surprisingly, the actual actions of the crew are secondary to the incessant, introspective, ponderous narrative by the ship's captain. Many of the captain's reflections concern how much more wonderful sailors are, in every respect, when compared to other people.
I guess it's good sailors are, perhaps, the only known survivors, huh? Someone did n The Last Ship by William Brinkley is a post-nuclear-apocalyptic novel which focuses on the survival of the crew of the destroyer Nathan James. Someone did need a good editor for The Last Ship. I concur with the sentiments expressed by Publishers Weekly: "Perhaps the most surprising thing about this apocalyptic novel of the sea is that Brinkley has been able to spin so slender a plot to so great a length - more than pages.
It soon became clear that the key for reading The Last Ship was not to savor every word as one does when reading a truly great author, where it is clear that every word was carefully chosen , but to quickly skim over many sections of the captain's verbosity, while looking for some forward movement of the plot.
Oh, and the captain repeats information too - just in case you missed something. Kudos to the great vocabulary, even though at times reading it felt like I was at a cocktail party stuck listening to some pretentious jerk talking just to show off. See the last quote, chosen because it was actually a typical sentence.
There was also a rather graphic sex scene late in the novel that felt like an unnecessary addition and was totally out of place. Actually, trying for no spoilers here, the arrangement with the women was totally unrealistic. It would have behooved Brinkley to, perhaps, talk with some real women about it rather than relying on his imagination. Although this is asking a lot of a reader, set the writing aside and the actual plot is decent. We don't get enough information about what started the war, but the premise that only one ship has survived is intriguing.
The dilemma is in whether or not I would recommend this book to others. You might enjoy The Last Ship if you like post-apocalyptic fiction and at the same time are not intimidated by an author's excessive use of a large vocabulary not always correctly used , and pages of complicated sentences.
Recommended for the plot, so-so for the author's writing View 1 comment. Jul 23, Michael Pang rated it it was ok. I really, really wanted to like this book. Post-apocalyptic survival story aboard a U. Navy guided missile destroyer, right up my alley; however, I just couldn't get into the writing style. Pros: The author knows his stuff when it comes to the U. Navy and personnel. Great insight into the mind of a ship captain under extraordinary circumstances.
A warship navigating a post-nuclear war: encountering remote islands, scavenging wasteland coasts, survivalist, modern warships, etc. Cons: Writing style I really, really wanted to like this book. Cons: Writing style: Lengthy chapters without a single bit of dialogue. Chapters with little to no dialogue. Example: "We should report back to Norway. You get the point, the level of detail and the way it is presented can be a bit tedious.
Also, it is a little dated when it comes to the treatment of women in the U. Back in the 's when this book was published, I understand that was a big deal; however, in accordance to the writing style noted above, it comes across as a bit much. Literally, you can't move a single chapter without the point being made that there were women serving on the ship. I found myself skimming and skimming to find the occasional conversation or nuggets of interest to me; however, in the end it was just a chore.
If you like the premise of the book which I thought was very interesting give this book a try. If you find the writing style doesn't suit you after the first pages, you mine as well give up because it doesn't change actually it gets worse as the author dives into more detail after the initial "hook" chapters. May 28, John Wiltshire rated it it was amazing. I am bemused by this book. I want to like it. It has a really interesting premise--the crew of a US warship carrying nuclear missiles survives a nuclear cataclysm and finds an island to survive on.
One hundred plus men and some twenty plus women. You can see the interesting scenarios developing. BUT, and this really is a big but If I wanted to read an eighteenth century rip-roaring salty tale of the I am bemused by this book. If I wanted to read an eighteenth century rip-roaring salty tale of the sea, I would. All in the first person narration of the captain of this sophisticated warship , I swear I keep expecting him to come out with "heave ho, me hearties" "splice the main spinnaker, Mr Hornblower" no, I have no idea what that means either.
Not only this, but he spends a vast amount of time having strange internal meditations on the beauty of nature--not wrong in itself but a little odd given the circumstances. Now, I'll take all this back and be contrite if this is a set up for a fabulous twist that the nuclear war has sent them all back in time I'll update if I can stick it out. Reading shouldn't be painful, should it? They have now just sailed up the Thames and discovered England 'gone'. And yet the captain is quietly sanguine about his launching of the '12 angels' the Tomahawk missiles which he sent to a town in Russia.
That he did his duty, his job. I'm all over the place with my feelings about this book. I discovered the author was born in , which might explain a lot of the feel and tone of the writing. He was a naval captain in a different era, so he clearly knows his stuff, but is projecting this knowledge forward to a time and very different situation nuclear warships and women aboard.
I know a fair bit about women in the military and I can say hand on heart that they don't, by and large, behave as these women do on this ship. Neither do men. Human being are human beings, despite military discipline, and everything that occurs in civvy street between men and women working together occurs in the military too, only with more alcohol, fitter bodies and more access to each other we sleep where we work.
The whole premise of this book-- that they only start to see a problem with the 26 women when they realise they are the last women in the world and they are the last men-- is ludicrous. There would have been multiple pairings off and relationships and orgies and engagements and harassments and pregnancies, and everything in between these, long before they limp to the tropical Eden-esque island.
I'm sticking it out, hoping the island will descend into Lord of the Flies mayhem. I'll continue to update.. It's a must read. I haven't been so disturbed by a book for a very long time. This novel captures the hopelessness of On the Beach in a similar way that novel did.
If you can get over the verbose, weird language it's mostly written in, The Last Ship is a spellbinding, horrific tale. Make of it what you will, but I really wished there had been no women amongst these last representatives of the human race--no chance for the species to continue. I'm profoundly moved by this book, but possibly not for the reasons the author wanted me to be. Mar 10, Jim rated it it was amazing.
This ranks as the most entertaining book I believe I have ever read. Brinkley gets the narrator Captain's thought processes perfect. How to resolve the nightmarish position in which this ship has now found itself, maintaining discipline and turning to the job most obviously at hand, how to preserve mankind, and civilization in a post apocalyptic world, all with the presence of a Russian submarine in apparent pursuit, is done with imagination and a thoroughly fast paced page turner.
In its own wa This ranks as the most entertaining book I believe I have ever read. In its own way, it answers a lot of questions about "what if" with basic and central ideas as to "what happens now? What society takes over, who leads it, and how are decisions to be made? All of this is answered in sensitive and well thought out ways.
This book screamed for a sequel, which was not published before Brinkley's death in If the notes for that book still exist, the family should do its best to get it written and published. I own my own copy of this book and I find myself rereading it every other year or so. It can still be found in some libraries and used book stores, and I found a copy at Amazon. Do yourself a favor and get it for yourself. Lots of things happen in this book.
The problem is that they occur with no build up, are related in as mind numbingly tedious a parade of pretentious twaddle as I've ever read, and then are over before they have a chance to start. Then, it's on to the next event, which will be equally devoid of any excitement, wit, charm or relatable characters.
Repeat until the author just gets bored and decides to stop there is no real conclusion. Nov 07, Jim rated it it was ok. I thought the title was familiar and looked in my bookcase. Topic has been moved from forum Audio to forum Fiction Vitbar Toggle Dropdown. You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum You cannot attach files in this forum You cannot download files in this forum.
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