A mature Blue bull whale, weakened by parasites and mercury poisoning, searches for his mate and surviving calf, while remembering the events of his life Beneath shadowy fathoms the Northern Blue whale sounds a lonely call. In his time he has known many things: the sweet taste of red krill and the bitter taste of poisons unseen; the gentle touch of the fisher and the cruel hand of the Icelandic harpooneer. In a tale timeless as the ebb and flow of the tide, the Northern Blue bull meets a Southern Blue cow. The whales mate in a world in the throes of warday's white winter, and generations later their descendants know the radiant warmth of a dying ocean. In prose lyrical as Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingston Seagull , the last Blue whale "signalled constantly, alert for the call he knew would come." Read The Last Whales , lest the sonorous rumble quietens and the rare beauty of whalesong becomes an elegiac echo. - Mikey Scott, Torrey Pines H.S., Del Mar, Cal. Copyright 1990 Reed Business Information, Inc.