Ravid Rockulz has a good life as a dive leader in Hawaii: good friends, good times, plenty of willing female tourists. But something is missing. What’s more, he’s increasingly disillusioned with Hawaii. The influx of new residents seeking Paradise with all the modern conveniences is dragging the islands ever closer to that scab on the world, LA. An unexpected heartbreak and a disconcerting attempt on his life push Ravid out of his rut: Tahiti calls, untrammeled and pure. There, Ravid rediscovers a passion for photography. Armed with his camera, he captures on the reefs of Tahiti the aquatic life and vibrancy long since lost on the reefs of Hawaii: a mother-and-child set of Moorish idols, the brightly banded coral shrimp the local divers take for granted, and a photographer’s holy grail, a mated pair of shy, beautiful, flame angels.
The author is clearly an underwater expert, as well as a deeply intelligent sociologist (even if amateur?). The story is exciting and the pathos of the character, Ravid, carried the reader - me - to an understanding of the fragility and beauty underwater that I had not experienced before. When overpaid with his middle age angst and turmoil, the parallels with the depletion of the beauty underwater are stark. Overall, this was an engrossing and intelligent tale - one everyone should read, enjoy and learn from.