Back Dead in the Water
Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter1
  5. Chapter2
  6. Chapter3
  7. Chapter4
  8. Chapter5
  9. Chapter6
  10. Chapter7
  11. Chapter8
  12. Chapter9
  13. Chapter10
  14. Chapter11
  15. Chapter12
  16. Chapter13
  17. Chapter14
  18. Chapter15
  19. Chapter16
  20. Chapter17
  21. Chapter18
  22. Chapter19
  23. Chapter20
  24. Chapter21
  25. Chapter22
  26. Chapter23
  27. Chapter24
  28. Chapter25
  29. Chapter26
  30. Chapter27
  31. Chapter28
  32. Chapter29
  33. Chapter30
  34. Chapter31
  35. Chapter32
  36. Chapter33
  37. Chapter34
  38. Chapter35
  39. Chapter36
  40. Chapter37
  41. Chapter38
  42. Chapter39
  43. Chapter40
  44. Chapter41
  45. Chapter42
  46. Chapter43
  47. Chapter44
  48. Chapter45
  49. Chapter46
  50. Chapter47
  51. Chapter48
  52. Chapter49
  53. Chapter50
  54. Chapter51
  55. Chapter52
  56. Chapter53
  57. Chapter54
  58. Chapter55
  59. Chapter56
  60. Chapter57
  61. Chapter58
  62. Chapter59
  63. Chapter60
  64. Chapter61
  65. Chapter62
  66. Chapter63
  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgments
  69. “We Are Very Different People”:
  70. Stone Barrington: The First Five
  71. About the Author
  72. Critical Acclaim forStuart Woods and
  73. Books by Stuart Woods
  74. Credits
  75. About the Publisher

“We Are Very Different People”:

Stuart Woods on Stone Barrington

An Interview by Claire E. White

Stuart Woods was born in the small southern town of Manchester, Georgia on January 9, 1938. His mother was a church organist and his father an ex-convict who left when Stuart was two years old, when it was suggested to him that, because of his apparent participation in the burglary of a Royal Crown Cola bottling plant, he might be more comfortable in another state. He chose California, and Stuart only met him twice thereafter before his death in 1959, when Stuart was a senior in college.

After college, Stuart spent a year in Atlanta, two months of which were spent in basic training for what he calls “the draft-dodger program” of the Air National Guard. He worked at a men’s’ clothing store and at Rich’s department store while he got his military obligation out of the way. Then, in the autumn of 1960, he moved to New York in search of a writing job. The magazines and newspapers weren’t hiring, so he got a job in a training program at an advertising agency, earning seventy dollars a week. “It is a measure of my value to the company,” he says, “that my secretary was earning eighty dollars a week.”

At the end of the sixties, after spending several weeks in London, he moved to that city and worked there for three years in various advertising agencies. At the end of that time he decided that the time had come for him to write the novel he had been thinking about since the age of ten. But after getting about a hundred pages into the book, he discovered sailing, and “…everything went to hell. All I did was sail.”

After a couple of years of this his grandfather died, leaving him, “…just enough money to get into debt for a boat,” and he decided to compete in the 1976 Observer Single-handed Transatlantic Race (OSTAR). Since his previous sailing experience consisted of, “…racing a ten-foot plywood dingy on Sunday afternoons against small children, losing regularly,” he spent eighteen months learning more about sailing and, especially, ocean navigation while the boat was built at a yard in Cork.

He moved to a nearby gamekeeper’s cottage on a big estate to be near the building boat. In the summer of 1975 he sailed out to the Azores in a two-handed race, in company with Commander Bill King, a famous World War II submarine commander and yachtsman, who had done a round-the-world, single-handed voyage. Commander King then flew back to Ireland, and Stuart sailed back, single-handed, as his qualifying cruise for the OSTAR the following year.