Book Review: The Reef
At the time of writing this review the minute hand of the Doomsday clock sits at 2 to midnight. Why use a clock? It seems a poor metaphor. After all, a clock never goes backward. It makes the apocalypse as inevitable as time itself, it’s just a matter of when and by what means. We have other measures for our imminent destruction. The Great Barrier Reef is, after all, climate change’s “canary in the coalmine” looming large in the news for massive amounts of bleaching and vast swathes overtaken by the crown-of-thorns starfish. In such an atmosphere it was reluctantly that I first opened up The Reef. I anticipated 400 pages of scientifically substantiated gloom, barely qualified with a desperate pick-me-up in the epilogue.
A pleasure then it was to be transported from inevitable global catastrophe to a manageable crisis: the story of the Endeavour trapped in the “Labyrinth of shoals” of...