ON THE PRESERVATION OF BUTTLESTARS

By Carla J. Bundrick (Copyright July 2000)

No, that's not a misprint. Okay, so what is it?

Go back 56 years, to a man in New York City writing  about a time  and place he loved and missed. Go back 14 years before  that, to 1930  when that same writer, Nobel prize-winning author John  Steinbeck,  first met Ed Ricketts, a marine biologist in Pacific  Grove,  California. The meeting was to be the beginning of a life-long   friendship between the two men, and one that has been captured for  over half a century in Steinbeck's writings.

Though a thinly-disguised Ed Ricketts was to appear in  many of  Steinbeck's works (eg. "The Snake" and In  Dubious Battle), the character Ed is most often associated with  is that of "Doc" in Cannery Row and Sweet Thursday.  The successsful  publication of Cannery Row in 1945 not only  affected Ed's personal life, but the book's popularity  forever changed the face of  Monterey. Years have come and gone, the  canneries are but memories  along the fog-shrouded shores of Monterey  and Pacific Grove. Now the  Row is filled with restaurants, clubs and  gift shops; tourism has  replaced the sardine packing industry with a  jingle of money never dreamed of by the two good friends.

John and Ed spent several years developing their friendship, John  accompanying and assisting Ed in his collecting trips and becoming   very well acquainted with the marine organisms that populated the  tidepools around Pacific Grove. In fact, Steinbeck's knowledge  of  marine biology first began in 1923 when he took classes, along  with his younger sister Mary, at Stanford University's Hopkins  Marine Station in Pacific Grove.

In 1940 John accompanied Ed to Baja California on a scientific   expedition that resulted in publication the following year of the Sea  of Cortez, a monumental work of science and philosophy written  together by Ricketts and Steinbeck. While making preparations for the  trip in 1939, Steinbeck writes in a letter to  his agent Elizabeth  Otis, "My dream for sometime in the future is a research scope  with an oil immersion lens... Oh boy! Oh boy! Sometime I'll have  one. It may interest you to know that business at  the lab [Pacific  Biological Laboratories] is picking up. I can't tell you what  all this means to me, in happiness and energy. I was  washed up and  now I'm alive again, with work to be done and worth  doing."

John moved to New York in November 1941. His life was busy with  writing and he went to Europe to write about the War, but his  memories and longings for the days on the California coast with his  friends remained with him. As respite from wartime writing,  Steinbeck  began writing "a funny little book" which was to become Cannery  Row. His descriptions of Monterey and Cannery Row,  the land and  the people, the tidepools and the wonderful life they  contained  poured out of John with a beauty and sympathy rarely matched in  literature today. From his apartment John wrote the manuscript in  neat tight handwriting on long pads of "legal"  yellow  paper. Chapter 5 begins:

"Western Biological deals in strange and beautiful wares. It  sells the

lovely animals of the sea, the sponges, tunicates, anemones, the  stars and

buttlestars, and sun stars, the bivalves, barnacles, the worms and  shells, the

fabulous and multiform little brothers, the living moving  flowers of  the sea,

nudibranchs and tectibranchs, the spiked and nobbd and needly  urchins, the

crabs and demi-crabs, the little dragons, the snapping shrimps, and ghost

shrimps so transparent that they hardly throw a shadow."

 

But when his small, precise handwritten script was typed,  probably by  a secretary at Viking Press, many of the marine  organisms with  strange names came out with "new" spellings. Techtibranchs  was typed "tickle branches," nudibranchs came out "nude  branches," and brittlestars became "buttlestars" (the   small r i being seen as the letter u). Today the typescript still   exists* with John's careful editing of the sea animals'  names, but  apparently "buttlestars" was overlooked, and the  original  misspelling wound up in print. Not only in print in the  original edition of Cannery Row published by Viking Press, but  in every English language edition ever printed!

Go ahead, drag out your copy and have a look. Marine biologist Joel  Hedgpeth, with whom I had corresponded about this interesting  matter  in 1982 responded, "Buttlestars indeed. I had never noticed, or  if I had, let it pass by. It's in all editions, the error, and  sticks out firmly in the large type edition for the hard of  seeing. I  also happen to have a copy of the English edition  (Heinemann), which  is completely reset and note that it is  buttlestars there as well."

What is stranger still is that Ed Rickett's biographer, Richard  Astro, chose this same passage to quote in his work John Steinbeck  and Edward F. Ricketts: The Shaping of a Novelist (1973), and  copied the paragraph and its error, buttlestars and all, into his  book. So now it has been preserved in yet another  generation of  literature. Will the awesome brittlestar ever regain  its literary  self-respect? Will Viking Press see the error of their ways?

Thankfully, Sweet Thursday contains the following  description,  but with accurate spelling, proving again that John Steinbeck took an  abiding interest in and had a real love for what  Ed Ricketts called  "the good kind and sane little  animals."

"Doc got back from his collecting about  four-thirty... and  submerged in sea

water in his collecting buckets were hundreds of brittlestars. He  moved the

brittlestars to a large, flat-bottomed glass dish and  poured some sea water

on top of them. The little animals with the snakelike arms whipped  about for

a moment and then settled down. When they were quite still and  resting Doc

added a little fresh water to the dish. The arms stirred nervously.  He waited

a while and then added a little more fresh water. To a sea animal, fresh

water is a poison, and if it is slowly introduced it is as subtle as morphine.

It relaxes and soothes until the little creature goes to sleep and  dies without

violence."

*In the Steinbeck collections at Stanford University.

 By Carla J. Bundrick Copyright  July 2000