A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
A Paradise Lost - KOPS - Universität Konstanz
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Stuck with his master’s thesis on “The Tao of Surfing: Physics and Metaphysics,” he<br />
avoids getting to work and goes boogie-boarding with his mysticism-loving professor<br />
instead. The older surf addict is of little help, reasoning “you’re out there doing research.<br />
The ocean is your topic” (128. The student had won “Doc” over with a paper entitled<br />
“Surfing: A Surface Trip or a Dive into the Mythic Center”). 599 Out on the water, Nick<br />
can at least escape his feeling of inadequacy, the wife and child he left after he had almost<br />
let his toddler Kaipo drown in a swimming pool at a party: “And no matter what I did or<br />
said in the weeks that followed, her message to me was Not good enough.” 600 When he<br />
meets another woman, beautiful and independent, his surf buddy muses about Nick’s<br />
dilemma: “You see, we men want the ocean… we want it all…. But sometimes a<br />
swimming pool, you know, in a certain kind of light, perhaps midnight blue, music<br />
coming out of the stereo, glass of wine in hand, can be pretty nice” (142). Caught up<br />
between the two women, between security and adventure, between “adulthood” (149) and<br />
being “the eternal student” (133), and between the love for his son and his<br />
irresponsibility, Nick reasons that “catching a gigantic wave seemed to be the only<br />
sensible thing to do” (ibid.). Though he is afraid of the “treacherous” waves brought in by<br />
a “tropical storm in the South Pacific” (147), he ventures out into the dangerous terrain,<br />
getting caught in “a sweeping, swirling hurricane of a wave.” His breathless account of<br />
the ride in (“Faster. Faster. Yeah. board…almost lose board. Hold on. Ace standing up.<br />
On what? See no board. IloveitIloveitIloveit. I turn. 360. Whynotwhynotwhynot?<br />
‘Whoaaaaa…’ Lose board. I’m flying. Ace flying too…fast…too fast. I land hard – ugh!<br />
– on my back,” 151) ends in dizzy laughter. Before Nick even realizes that he has injured<br />
his head under water,<br />
everything was swirling, a vortex of giddiness and fear. I felt weak, as if a power<br />
line had been cut. I sought out the calm in Kaipo’s brown eyes. And I found it<br />
there, in the crescent moons on the edges of his irises. Then his eyes too began to<br />
swirl, a vortex as accessible as Diana’s smile, Lemony’s green sea. Perfect tubes<br />
silvery light” (91-2).<br />
599 Morales 1988: 128. In the same paragraph, Morales describes the ‘Local’ professor type: “Now wearing<br />
cutoffs, a tank top, and rubber slippers (rather than the accoutrements of a scholar – pressed jeans, faded<br />
aloha shirt, Birkenstock sandals), Doc was just another guy to hang out with.”<br />
600 Morales 1988: 141. The little boy adds to the ocean’s significance for Morales’ story. His name means<br />
“Night Sea” (kai = sea water, po = darkness), and he was conceived in the electricity-less darkness of<br />
Hurricane Iwa: “One stray spermatozoön, that nocturnal emissary, braved that night-sea journey during the<br />
blackout and arrived at Diana’s fertile shores” (130).<br />
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