HEAVEN HAS CLAWS by Adrian Conan Doyle

HEAVEN HAS CLAWS

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Record of an escape from civilization in a scientific expedition to the Mafia of East Africa- an expedition in search of data on the monsters of the deep, the marine fauna, the man-eaters, and so on. The ultimate goal was the great unknown waters of the Kinasi Pass beyond Chole. The Doyles (he is the son of the famous A. Conan Doyle) sought first to find refuge and sanity in Tangier, where they bought a home and steeped themselves in the atmosphere of the place. But it was not enough of an escape, so- along with the bulldog, Jum-Jum, they set forth for the lesser known islands of the Indian Ocean, only to have plans abruptly changed, and six months of the desolation of the Mafia Channel were substituted. What Steinbeck and Ricketts did for the waters of lower California, Adrian Conan Doyle has done for these lesser known waters and beaches and jungles. Biology- zoology- the various sciences that impinge upon the seeking of data on the big gamefish, the raw stuff of adventure in a small but sturdy craft, outfitted with harpoon platform but none of the niceties,- the Arab crew and captain- and the very feel and scent and sound and look of the places they visited, all come alive in this book. Occasional diversions of philosophical comment, one or two warnings as to the new Indian complexion and aspirations in East Africa keep this from being wholly a book of scientific adventure for armchair fishermen. Superb photographs, some two dozen of them, highlight the text.

Pub Date: Jan. 23rd, 1952
Publisher: Random House