In the Wake of Peter Benchley's Passing
Slate examines the dent Benchley made in culture--namely, Jaws. As a devoted shark and shark fiction afficianado (I watched Spring Break Shark Attack for goodness sake.) Jaws remains the Everest of the genre. I read it, likely far too young, at the age of eight. We were in New Jersey at that point and in its wake I didn't even want to get off my bed let alone get in the water.