In this memoir, Bernard Moitessier sails around the world solo. By the end, he either achieves some enlightenment or goes kinda loopy from being on his own for a few months. There is sailing. There is inter-boat communication via slingshot. There is strategic napping. No, really—rather than take on some complex navigation while sleepy, he would heave to and take a nap so he'd be rested. It makes sense—but it's not the first thing you think of when you think of tales of derring-do on the open water.