An Analysis of Stephen Crane's "The Open
Stephen Crane's "The Open Boat"
Commentary by Karen Bernardo
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"The Open Boat" is a fictionalized account of a very traumatic personal experience in Crane's life: a ship on
which he was a passenger sank off the coast of Florida, and he found himself one of four men in a tiny open dinghy,
struggling to make it through a narrow strip of rough sea and pounding surf that separated them from dry land.
As it was, the men were forced to remain for thirty hours in the boat, rowing frantically against the tide and
bailing constantly to keep the craft afloat in the treacherous water, before they were able to come ashore at
Daytona Beach. We would expect that this story would be written as a heart-pounding adventure tale; yet it is very
cerebral in its approach, focusing less on the adrenaline rush of danger than on the philosophical question of
man's relationship to the world of nature that so completely overwhelms him.
As Crane shows in this story, the protagonist's salvation is dependent upon whether or not he will adapt to his
surroundings and help his fellow man, not whether or not he can conquer nature. As he demonstrates, this is a moot
point, because it is impossible to conquer nature; it is too big, and too impersonal, and man is just a speck
against its awesome power. The best one can do is learn nature's ways and work with, not against, them.
This sense of complete absorption in the struggle against nature is illustrated by the famous first line of the
story: "None of them knew the color of the sky." The reason for this is soon made obvious; the imperiled survivors
could not take their eyes off the waves, for to let their guard down for a moment would mean certain death.
Significantly, Crane does not deal with the question of heroism; the men in the boat do not feel heroic, nor do
they ask us to think of them in those terms. They are simply doing what they need to in order to survive, and
supporting one another in this effort.
Interestingly, however, this does not make Crane's story realistic; it actually creates a kind of hyper-realism, an
excruciatingly vivid nightmare state, in which waves resemble horses "scrambl[ing] over walls of water," "carpets
on a line in a gale," and "white flames," to mention only a few of the dozens of metaphors. The homeliness of these
images does not make the Crane's rendering of the experience any less profound; they simply call attention to the
inability of mere words to convey it.
They also accentuate the gulf between an objective journalistic rendering of going down with a ship and the only
way to convey the full horror of this experience. Crane borrows, in his fierce and startling imagery, something
from Gothic romantics such as Poe; but in no other respect is this story romanticized. On the contrary, the threat
of death is not in any way sensationalized, because it does not need to be; the usage of such extreme imagery makes
it even more terrifyingly real.
In addition to vivid language, Crane uses carefully-chosen anecdotes to make the situation seem harrowing. The
extent to which these men are poised on the brink of life and death is illustrated by the seagull that lands on the
captain's head; as Crane says, "The captain naturally wished to knock it away with the end of the heavy painter,
but he did not dare do it, because anything resembling an emphatic gesture would have capsized this freighted boat;
and so, with his open hand, the captain gently and carefully waved the gull away." To have remained in this state
for thirty hours seems almost incomprehensible.
Crane's remarkable use of rhythm in this story reminds one of the motion of the sea; while each phrase has a
distinct sense of rising and falling, each one is also a different length, just like the waves -- some of which are
huge and rolling, while others are merely little swells. One can feel this in the lines "The craft pranced and
reared, and plunged like an animal. As each wave came, and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse making at a
fence outrageously high." In his imagery, in his rhythm, Crane never allows us to forget the story's setting, even
for a second; the huge and harrowing presence of nature, poised to destroy the insignificance which is man,
commands our attention at all times.
But the most significant aspect of this struggle lies in the men's attempts to help one another survive. Consider
this passage where Crane describes the time "when we were swamped by the surf and making the best of our way toward
the shore". "But finally [the correspondent] arrived at a place in the sea where travel was beset with difficulty.
He did not pause swimming to inquire what manner of current had caught him, but there his progress ceased. The
shore was set before him like a bit of scenery on a stage, and he looked at it and understood with his eyes each
detail of it. -- As the cook passed, much farther to the left, the captain was calling to him. 'Turn over on your
back, cook! Turn over on your back and use the oar.' -- 'All right, sir.' The cook turned on his back, and paddling
with an oar, went ahead as if he were a canoe."
There is no fighting the sea; it cannot be conquered; but one can learn to bob along on its surface, and aid to the
best of one's ability those fellow human beings who are also caught in the grip of nature's immense
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