- Into Thin Air - Jon Krakauer
Wow. What a book. This left me speechless. I started this book with no idea about its content other than that it was about mountaineering. Here I was happily reading about the preparations, Everest Base Camp, sherpas, different teams, acclimatisation trips to Base Two etc, and highlighting passages about rising to a challenge and camaraderie. Then came the story of the ascent to the summit.
Several other survivors of that day have written their own books (and I will definitely read a few of them once I get off this damn mountain in Italy so I can stop obsessing about losing the DC to the elements), but I came away from this one thinking that it was a fair and balanced assessment of the strengths, courage, and failings of the people involved, as well as the "perfect storm" unforseeable consequences (of two competing expeditions, a guide insisting on making it to the top without bottled oxygen, two head sherpas in personal conflict).
In a few days, I will no doubt get over this sadness over the heartbreaking tragedy I have just read intimate details about, the feeling of helplessness and . However, I don't know when or if I will get over the chilling accounts of people so obsessed with their goal of reaching the summit that they ignored the plight of fellow climbers, such as:
"We were too tired to help. Above 8,000 meters is not a place where people can afford morality". These are the words of Japanese climbers who turned their backs on two men from a previous expedition, one crouching in the snow and another close to death. They just went on their way. 'No words were passed. No water, food, or oxygen exchanged hands. The Japanese moved on and 160 feet farther along they rested and changed oxygen cylinders.'
There are no words to express what I feel about this 