"The Distant Shore" is being compared to "The Caine Mutiny" and "The Cruel Sea." It is less good than either being indeed a rather loosely constructed hold-all for two different stories—first, that of the moving and anguished love affair at Westport, then the picaresque adventures of the divers, this latter section packed with thrills, studded with fascinating descriptions of seafloor topography, and pervaded with the writer's own personal philosophy, which is somewhat mystical and pantheist. There are no dull pages, whatever they contain, but there is something slightly slapdash about "The Distant Shore" which suggests that it is the work of vivid and often roguish imagination at least as much as document of war-time and post-war experience. It is certainly unflagging in its liveliness, for Mr. de Hartog has a quality that sets him in the rare minority of writers—superb narrative skill, as artlessly artful as...