Four Fish with Paul Greenberg
I found Paul Greenberg ‘s book to
be extremely hopeful. The past forty
years, mankind has embarked on a great enterprise to master the art and science
of converting certain ideal species from the sea into domesticated food sources. First, as is made clear here, is that we have
already succeeded brilliantly.
Further more major new species
will come to market for many good reasons, but mostly because they are filling
market niches now still supplied by wild stock.
The wild fishery is been displaced by suitable domesticated varieties.
A tuna like product is already
coming out of Hawaii .
The future will see this fine
tuned and vastly expanded to where fish in its many forms will be our dominant
protein. Most of it will be served as
sushi, though the recent advent of basa filets and tilapia is bringing fish
water vegetarian fish to our tables as traditional processed fish and pan fried
filets. They have even mastered the art
of producing good tasting fresh water fish.
Most of the expansion will be
vegetarian based fish to relieve the need to mine the oceans for wild fish
feed.
More importantly the wild fishery
is exhausting the stocks available to industrial fisheries. Sooner or later these will be over and the
fleets will be broken up. Attempting to
stop this juggernaut has been futility.
Let it simply bankrupt itself. We
had to let that happen to the cod fishery on the Grand banks.
Those stocks are still been
clipped but it is now small time. In
time all parties may decide to form a Grand Banks Authority that sets out to
optimize the whole biome.
More hopefully, proposals to
demark management zones properly enshrining ownership- and responsibilities
will be established and the seas will live again in the natural abundance that
they are capable of.
Some day, perhaps a young boy can
go down to the creek in Mid West Ontario and hope to catch a fresh water
Coho. For that the riverside habitat
needs to be fully restored throughout the watershed. I believe it to be possible and I even know
how to do it all.
Catch of the Day
By SAM SIFTON
Published: July 29, 2010
In the late fall of 2009, bluefin tuna came
inshore along the New Jersey
coast and began to crash the surface of the ocean, chasing bait. For days,
fast, open fishing boats played run-and-gun with them across the waters near
Deal and Asbury Park , not 30 miles from New York City as the
gannet flies.
FOUR
FISH
The
Future of the Last Wild Food
By Paul Greenberg. 266 pp.
These were not giant bluefin, the 1,000-pound
bullet trains so prized by the Japanese that they might sell for $100,000 or
more. Those are almost gone now, as Paul Greenberg points out in his important
and stimulating new book, “Four Fish,” which takes as its subject the global
fisheries market and the relationship humans have with tuna, cod,
sea bass and salmon.
Giant bluefin tuna have been overharvested here and abroad as they travel north
and south, east and west, heedless of international borders or treaties, their
population hovering on the brink of total collapse.
These tuna were instead their progeny’s
progeny, fish of merely 75 or 150 pounds, the shape of huge, iridescent
footballs. They are graceful as ballet dancers, and as strong, some of “the
wildest things in the world,” as Greenberg calls them.
A fishing guide I know well was out there and
got a client close enough to a small pod of tuna to cast to it. The client got
his fish, which is his own story. And a few hours later, my friend, driving
north through Brooklyn with five pounds of
ruby-red tuna belly resting on ice in the back of his car, called me to ask if
I had any soy sauce.
I was newly installed as the restaurant critic
of The New York Times and had spent the previous few months on a surreptitious
tour of some of the city’s best restaurants. I had been eating stupendously
well. But nothing I had eaten that summer and fall prepared me for the taste of
this tuna that late afternoon, for the intense blast of flavor and rich, creamy
fattiness delivered by a cut of truly fresh otoro — supreme tuna belly, in the
parlance of the sushi bar — not yet four hours old.
Nothing I had ever eaten could have. The
bluefin tuna you get at restaurants, even the best ones, has been flash-frozen
and thawed, is days — or weeks — old, has traveled thousands and thousands of
miles. In a bite of that absolutely fresh tuna from New Jersey , I experienced a taste of truly
wild food, a majestic flavor, something incredibly rare.
And as it melted on my tongue and receded into
memory, I felt guilt and doubt and fear. Will my children, who demurred in
eating the fish that day, ever have a chance to eat bluefin tuna? Will their
children? Will anyone? Should they? What are we really to do with these fish?
Greenberg, a journalist who has contributed to
The New York Times Magazine, has constructed a book that, even as it lays out
the grim and complicated facts of common seas ravaged by separate nations, also
manages to sound a few hopeful and exciting notes about the future of fish, and
with it, the future of civilizations in thrall to the bounty of the sea.
The point of the book comes down to the push
and pull of our desire to eat wild fish, and the promise and fear of consuming
the farmed variety. As Greenberg follows his four species, and our pursuit of
them, farther and farther out into the ocean, he posits the sense of privilege
we should feel in consuming wild fish, along with the necessity of aquaculture.
Along the way, Greenberg raises real-life
ethical questions of the sort to haunt a diner’s dreams, the kind of questions
that will not be easily answered by looking at the Monterey Bay
Aquarium’s seafood-watch card. In truth, he shows, there is rarely such a thing
as a good wild fish for any of us to eat, at least not if all of us eat it.
Combining on-the-ground and on-the-ocean
reporting from the Yukon to Greece , from the waters of Long Island Sound to
the Mekong Delta, along with accounts of some
stirring fishing trips, Greenberg makes a powerful argument: We must, moving
forward, manage our oceans so that the fish we eat can exist both in
aquacultural settings and within the ecosystems of wild oceans.
Wild fish were once everywhere, of course, in such
numbers as to astound. (And still, Greenberg reports, the current global catch
of wild fish measures 170 billion pounds a year, “the equivalent in weight to
the entire human population of China .”)
Wild fish seemed to be, as Greenberg puts it, “a crop, harvested from the sea,
that magically grew itself back every year. A crop that never required
planting.”
Once, Greenberg
writes, as many as 100 million Atlantic salmon larvae hatched every year in the
upper reaches of the Connecticut River and eventually made their way south to
Long Island Sound, and north from there to Greenland before returning to the Berkshire foothills to spawn. Dams, overfishing and more
dams still have taken their grim toll on their descendants. Today, every piece
of Atlantic salmon you’ll find at your local supermarket or fishmonger, smoked
into lox, wrapped around mock crabmeat, or lying flat and orange against
crushed ice, is farmed. As Greenberg explains clearly and well, the process by
which that farming is undertaken threatens the future of what wild salmon
remain here and in the Pacific. The amount of wild fish needed to feed farmed
salmon, the threat of farmed salmon escaping and crossbreeding with wild salmon
stocks, the rise of pollution from the farms themselves — when it comes to the
business of domesticating salmon, Greenberg writes, “we should have chosen
something else.”
Of course we did choose something else, some of us. That
fish is sea bass — branzino, as it’s mostly called on restaurant menus now — a
species that once thrived in the wild along the coast of Europe, throughout the
Mediterranean Sea and through the Strait of Gibraltar, along the western coasts
of Portugal, Spain and France, north to England. No more, though the farmed
version is a success story of ample proportions, as anyone who spends more
nights than not in white-tablecloth restaurants can tell you.
Greenberg’s accounting of the 2,000-year process of
learning to farm sea bass, “one that involved the efforts of ancient Roman
fishermen, modern Italian poachers, French and Dutch nutritionists, a Greek
marine biologist turned entrepreneur, and an Israeli endocrinologist,” reads in
parts like the treatment for a Hollywood film, a toga epic in fishy
smell-o-vision.
And cod? As Greenberg writes, it fueled the American
economy in its early days, and good parts of the European one, too. A five-foot
wooden carving of the fish hangs from the ceiling in the Massachusetts State
House, to celebrate its place in the region’s history.
But industrial fishing of these tremendous and once common
animals, by fishermen the world over, has led to terribly depleted stocks and
closed fishing grounds — and, Greenberg reports, to a turn toward wild Alaskan
pollock to fill our desire for firm, white-fleshed fish to make fish sticks and
battered-fish sandwiches, and from there toward farmed Vietnamese tra and
African tilapia.
These shifts, of course, come with their own nightmares and
possibilities, their own showcases of human frailty in the face of commerce,
greed and hunger. Greenberg’s reporting lays these out with care.
The story of the bluefin tuna, meanwhile, is one of the
great tragedies of the modern age. This magnificent creature, once mostly
shunned by the world’s cooks and diners for its bloody flesh unsuitable for
human consumption, now teeters almost on the edge of extinction, principally
because the world’s nations cannot agree to the one measure that will guarantee
its future: a total ban on its commercial harvest, in all waters.
“The passion to save bluefin is as strong as the one to
kill them,” Greenberg writes, “and these dual passions are often contained
within the body of a single fisherman.” “Four Fish” is a marvelous exploration
of that contradiction, one that is reflected in the stance and behavior of all
nations that fish. It is a necessary book for anyone truly interested in what
we take from the sea to eat, and how, and why.
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I lived a while in an Alaskan fishing village as a journalist. I covered fishery conferences, even big ones in Anchorage, with all the scientific, academic, big and small commercial fisherman and sea food processors attending.
ReplyDeleteI love seafood. But I recognize the over-fishing of depleted fish stocks around the world.
The solution, I think, is found in comparing commercial fishing before WWII and today.
The old image of the man in a small wooden boat sailing for the shoals and reading the waters to cast his nets and haul in fish is recalled. It was hard, work.
The hard dangerous work yet remains, but now big boats driven by big diesels outrun fish tracked by sonar and scooped up in huge nets sometimes more than 30 miles wide and very deep, pulled aboard by motorized winches. The fish do not have much chance to escape such modern techniques. Tons and tons of by-catch, less marketable creatures are simply thrown back as dead and dying carcasses. It is no wonder fish stocks are being depleted.
The fish had a reasonable chance to escape in sufficient numbers to spawn with the old methods, but not with sonar guiding big diesels and miles of motorized netting.
Going back to small boats lacking sonar, with smaller nets, would be an opportunity for more fishermen to skipper their own boats rather than be employees on a big boat.
It would yet be hard chancy work. By catch should be marketed as animal food, fertilizer, etc. The price of fish would go up. And fish stocks could recover.