It is now some twenty-three years since this book was first published, and a lot of water has flowed past Pacific Grove. The sardines followed it somewhere and have not returned. Cannery Row - as such - is almost extinct, and is being metamorphosed into arty tourist traps and restaurants with South Seas decor. Ed’s old place has been taken over by a group of doctors as a sort of private club. John Steinbeck now writes about the disintegration of Man, on Long Island. Only the old supply business is still represented, but in a money-grubbing way (some would, I suppose, say businesslike way), most uncharacteristic of its predecessor. In the world beyond Cannery Row, of which Hopkins Marine Station is a part, so many things are being investigated and written about that is no longer possible for one person, even with several colors of filing cards, to keep up with it all. It is this flood of published material, as much as the passing of the years, that leaves me feeling like Ishmael, alone to tell the tale. 1962 Joel W. Hedgpeth
Joel Hedgpeth 1952 Foreward in BETWEEN PACIFIC TIDES
Joel Hedgpeth 1953 Pacific Discovery article (magazine now called Wild California)
Joel Hedgpeth 1956 Note in BETWEEN PACIFIC TIDES
Joel Hedgpeth 1962 Foreward in BETWEEN PACIFIC TIDES
Joel Hedgpeth 1971: De Mirabilis ... in Royal Society of Edinburgh
