The Caine Mutiny: A Novel
Herman Wouk
Language: English
Pages: 560
ISBN: 0316955108
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Novel that Inspired the Now-Classic Film The Caine Mutiny and the Hit Broadway Play The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial Herman Wouk's boldly dramatic, brilliantly entertaining novel of life-and mutiny-on a Navy warship in the Pacific theater was immediately embraced, upon its original publication in 1951, as one of the first serious works of American fiction to grapple with the moral complexities and the human consequences of World War II. In the intervening half century, The Caine Mutiny has become a perennial favorite of readers young and old, has sold millions of copies throughout the world, and has achieved the status of a modern classic.
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sir.” “Or Maryk?” “I guess not. We were all tired, dripping, and knocked about.” “What was your response to Maryk’s announcement?” “Well, things were happening very fast and in a confused way. Captain Queeg was talking to us when the capsized George Black was sighted. Maryk began to maneuver to pick up survivors and for an hour that was all anyone thought about.” “Did you make any effort to persuade Maryk to restore Queeg to command?” “I did not.” “Were you next senior officer to Maryk?”
regular Navy?” “No.” “Are there any regulars aboard?” “Three.” “Are you V-7?” “Yes.” “Deck?” “No, engineering.” “What are your duties on the Caine?” “Communications.” Willie was startled. “Isn’t that a queer assignment for an engineer?” “Not on the Caine.” “I take it you don’t like the Caine.” “I didn’t say that.” “What’s the ship like?” “You’ll see for yourself.” “Seen a lot of action?” “Yes and no.” “You been aboard her long?” “Depends.” “On what?” “On what you call long.”
a bit more.” “I thought you were going to take a shower, sir.” “Well, we can still talk. Come along.” “Now, Tom, what kind of radio guard are we standing at the moment?” he shouted over the drumming of the water on the metal deck of the shower room. A conference during a shower was new to Keefer. He pretended not to hear Queeg. After a moment the captain turned around, glowering from under his eyebrows as he soaped his groin. “Well?” “I can’t hear you very well over that water, Captain.” “I
She gets under way, she goes where she has to go, the gun crews shoot pretty good, the engine plant holds together—Christ knows how, mostly with baling wire and chewing gum—but the Caine has spent less time getting repaired than any other four-piper I know of, since the war started. What’s Queeg going to do, except try to get things done by the book, instead of the Caine way? Is that an improvement? All De Vriess cared about was results.” “The book way is the right way, Steve. Let’s face it. I
that concludes my business, and, as I say, let’s get excellent performance established as the standard around here, and—and has anybody got any comment to make? No? You, Gorton? You, Maryk? You, Adams?…” In this way he went around the table, darting a forefinger at each officer. They shook their heads, one after another. “Fine. In that case I can assume that you all fully understand and enthusiastically support what I’ve said today, is that correct? And—well, that’s all I have to say, and—and
