Ninety seconds, thirty feet, a hundred times a day – and then a Japanese man grew them in a shell and the industry died
Pearl Dive Bar holds a perfect 5.0 from twenty-five reviews, which is not a rating – and we will refuse it, and then we will talk about the divers.
The refusal
Twenty-five people. And the proof is unanswerable.
The Bootlegger, Covent Garden: a perfect 5.0 from twenty-two. The Bootlegger, City of London: a 4.3 from five hundred and twenty-six.
Same bar. The 5.0 was not better. It had less evidence.
What the divers did
They went down on one breath.
No air. No equipment worth the name. A weight to take them down, a basket, and a rope.
To depths of thirty, forty, sometimes sixty feet – and they stayed under for a minute or more, working, prising oysters off the bottom.
And then they came up, breathed, and went straight back down.
Dozens of times a day. Every day of the season.
And it destroyed them
Which has to be said.
Ruptured eardrums, as a matter of routine – and in some fisheries the divers deliberately perforated their own, because it hurt less.
Blindness. Lung damage. Decompression injury, which nobody understood.
Sharks. Drowning.
And in the Gulf, a very large proportion of the divers were enslaved or indentured, and worked in debt to the boat captain, and the debt did not clear.
And the odds were appalling
Because the overwhelming majority of oysters contain no pearl at all.
You might open thousands for one worth having.
And the animals were killed to check.
And then a man grew one on purpose
Which ended the whole thing.
Because Mikimoto, in Japan, worked out how to induce a pearl – by inserting a nucleus into the oyster and letting it coat it.
And suddenly pearls could be produced reliably, in quantity, without anybody drowning.
And the natural pearl industry collapsed, within a few decades, essentially completely.
Eight postcodes and twelve hundred and seventy-nine articles.
An industry is not killed by a rival. It is killed by somebody making the whole thing unnecessary.
And nothing is expensive because it is good. It is expensive because it is scarce – and the moment a pearl could be made on purpose, it stopped being worth a man’s lungs.
Verdict
Twenty-five reviews. Not a rating.
Go now, before the arithmetic starts.
And the ama are still diving
Which is the good ending.
Because in Japan the ama – who are, and have long been, overwhelmingly women – free-dived for shellfish and seaweed for centuries, and a small number still do.
And the traditional explanation given for why it was women’s work is that women were held to withstand the cold better.
Whether that is the real reason is genuinely disputed.
What is not disputed is that they were economically independent, in a society where very few women were – because they earned, directly, from what they brought up.
They are now mostly elderly, and the numbers are falling, and it will very probably end within a generation.
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