For those expecting a scientific dissertation on the wonders of the oceans, forget it. Deep Water is a virtue-signalling, wokish rant against the original sin of colonisation, disparaging past 'fanciful notions' cooked up in Europe (such as storks migrating to and from the moon) while extolling 'first nations' myths as being deeply insightful and intuitive. Little is done to celebrate the science that gave rise to much of the scientific knowledge informing the book, in an omission that smacks of rank hypocrisy. Having persevered as far as the chapter 'Migrations', I literally threw the book in the bin, deeply regretting the waste of almost $40. It seems to have escaped the author's attention that those first nations people he so deeply reveres are now just a few of 8 billion modern humans who threaten the planet. Unless the offspring of nasty European colonists are the only ones who are doing the damage, in which case Earth has nothing to worry about.

This is a work of blatant, ungrateful appropriation. I wish I could give it half a star, or less.