This novel is a love story first and last. The story goes back and forth between the two main characters, both coming of age, exploring one's experience with post-Vietnam life aboard a United States Ship and the others struggle to make it into the world as a mother and artist. There is only one equation; the geometry serving more as an underpinning to the story.
The old man sat high above the sea, the wind making immediately in his hair what it took longer and more secretly to make in the water. His hair hoary, the water green, the sky blue, the migrating ink a muted black on hands tying and retying the same knot over and over again. The stippling had been precise; clearly denoting a character on each weather-worn, rigging-curled finger; but like his mind now and his life before had wandered. And the knot wasn't one he had learned at sea but one he...