ALEXIS ANDREWS
Carriacou boatbuilder Alwyn Enoe is featured in a new film
FILM REVIEW BY TOM GALLANT
Vanishing Sail:
A TRIUMPH
In the 1970s, author Chris Bowman built Just Now in Bequia alongside Nolly Simmons’ Romanux. Forty years later, Chris bases his first novel in the Lesser Antilles The sailing scenes are depicted with an insider’s knowledge of all the facets of canvas, wind, waves, local weather, dialogue and geography, and they carry the book to its exciting conclusion. Jack and crew sail the entire island chain from Trinidad to St. Martin, and life on Petit Silhouette is pretty much as one would imagine it was on these islands in the 1940s. This is definitely a book about sailors and for sailors, as well as anyone who is interested in island history and lore. Tradewinds is a good yarn for a rainy night, and for non-sailors there is a detailed glossary of sailing terms and West Indian expressions that haven’t changed in the intervening 70 years. Available at Island Water World and from www.tradewindpublishing.com.
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Tradewinds: A Tale of the Caribbean, by CE Bowman, Tradewind Publishing ©2014, paperback, 439 pages. ISBN 978-0-9942-480-5. Tradewinds is the first novel by Chris Bowman, a transplanted American living for the past quarter century in Australia. Well known on Bequia, Chris came here in the mid-1970s and built Just Now, a 40-foot gaff-rigged sloop, on the beach in Port Elizabeth. On a trip home to California, he bumped into some high school friends who were building Bob Dylan’s mansion in Malibu. He met Dylan and talked of Bequia and how the boatbuilders here still made traditional sloops and schooners from local cedar trees, using mostly hand tools. Dylan was entranced and ordered a schooner. Built with the help of local partner Nolly Simmons and boatbuilders including Albert Crosby, Lincoln Ollivierre, Lanceford Hazell, Herbert Ollivierre, Gilbert Hazell and Lauren Dewar, the 67-foot Water Pearl — Bequia’s last schooner — was launched in 1980 from the area where Dive Bequia now stands. After a few years of day charter work based in St. Martin, Water Pearl was lost on the Toro Point reef at the entrance to the Panama Canal while attempting to sail to the Pacific. Fortunately for Captain Bowman and crew, no one was hurt. Chris ended up raising a family in Perth with his Australian wife, Vanessa, and continued to build boats. Tradewinds is based on the historical record of Nazi submarine warfare in the Caribbean, when German U-boats terrorized the island chain, sinking oil freighters and local vessels with impunity in 1942. The novel’s hero, Jack McLeod, is a former rum-running Australian living on a Grenadine island called Petit Silhouette with his local wife and children when the war breaks out. His 113-foot schooner, Roulette, and his crew are very reminiscent of the Water Pearl (like Roulette, a BB Crowninshield design, though scaled down) and her crew, and Bowman writes about both ship and crew with insight and affection. The incidental characters such as the submarine captain Nils, the British intelligence agent Harry, and the multilingual Bajan called “Rabbit” — Harry’s man chosen to infiltrate Martinique — are all well drawn. McLeod is drafted into helping Harry plant Rabbit on Vichy-controlled Martinique to gather intelligence.
CARIBBEAN COMPASS
The film will be screened during this summer and fall at selected film festivals prior to a general release. Visit Vanishingsail.com for further information; you can sign up for e-mail updates.
A Novel of Sailors, Island History and Lore
JUNE 2015
The big screen fills with a frothy wake behind a fast sailing vessel. All the world is water. The crowd on the quay in St. Barth’s falls silent. Alexis Andrews’ voice speaks the opening lines of narration. The music rises, and a spell is cast. Vanishing Sail, Andrew’s evocative portrait of a boatbuilding family and a way of life in these islands was a fine choice to close the 20th annual St. Barth’s Film Festival. The venue couldn’t have been more perfect. Stern-to at the quay was the fleet of island boats in port for the West Indies Regatta, the very subjects of the film. Anticipation for this film was intense, and it didn’t disappoint. The story line follows Alwyn Enoe and his sons as they build Alwyn’s “last boat” on spec on the beach in Windward, Carriacou. Andrews couldn’t have had a better protagonist, or Alwyn a more sympathetic director. The men became friends when Alexis had Genesis, his own Carriacou sloop, built. Alwyn is eloquent and dignified as he talks of his love for designing and building boats, and his fear that the art will be lost if none of the young men continue building. We see them as they go into the hills and cut local cedar for the frames, drag the logs out by hand and then shape them into the skeleton of the sloop with adze and plane. As the boat rises on the beach, the film fills in the background and history of sail in the Islands. Emil Gumbs, former First Minister of Anguilla, talks about his family’s schooner Warspite. Sir James Mitchell, former Prime Minister of St. Vincent & the Grenadines, tells about his family’s three-master, Gloria Colita. And Nolly Simmons tells about the building on Bequia of Bob Dylan’s Water Pearl. Other characters are drawn into the story, to illuminate the ways of the past, all to great effect, but always, the through line is Alwyn Enoe and his sons, and the boat rising on the beach in Windward. Alexis Andrews already has a reputation as a fine photographer. His two-volume book about the Carriacou sloops, Vanishing Ways, belongs in the collection of every lover of traditional boats. He has now become a superb film cameraman and director. Vanishing Sail contains sequence after sequence of profound beauty. They take the viewer into the Caribbean way of life in an intimate and real way, unsullied by false sentiment. As the film unfolds, it becomes apparent that the subjects speaking both like and trust the man they’re talking to. A quiet civility and gentle sense of humor give the film the feel of life in the Islands. There were moments when the crowd laughed as one. There were also moments when eyes misted with emotion. Full disclosure here. I was involved in organizing the footage early in the editorial process. Alexis is a generous collaborator, and he sought out many eyes and minds to help refine the material. But it is entirely his film. He is the one who had the courage to ignore the present fad for fast cuts and hectic pacing and to allow this film to breathe, to move along gently, like things tend to do in these islands. Many of the silent passages, where the camera lingers on faces, old fishermen, young children, life being lived, are deeply moving. And though the pace is relaxed, the film seems shorter than it is. Vanishing Sail is a beautiful film in every way. As the credits rolled in St. Barths, the applause was thunderous and long. Hearts were full. A rare story, and one important to the culture of the islands, had been told with grace and honesty and a true eye for what’s beautiful here.
BOOK REVIEW BY BOB BERLINGHOF