A REVIEW OF KING CRAB

Sitting with legs crossed during the cabin of the exact same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for four decades, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand with a dinette desk. He’s donning a traditional Norwegian wool sweater, a grey beanie and black-framed glasses. His face is as creased and ruddy as you’d anticipate from someone who’s us