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Into Thin Air, by Jon Krakauer
If you only read one book about mountaineering, it should be Andy Kirkpatrick's Psychovertical, the story of how his impostor syndrome led him to attempt ever-more desperate routes on sun-baked and/or ice-clad mountains all around the world, often climbing solo (so he knew he wasn't taking credit for his partner's skill); of the terrible strain this placed on his marriage and his family life; and of how he eventually made a semblance of peace with his demons high on Yosemite's super-hard Reticent Wall.
If you can stretch to two books, though, Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air would be an excellent choice for the second.
Krakauer, an outdoor journalist and seasoned mountaineer with a string of difficult ascents to his credit, was contacted in early 1995 by Outside magazine, asking if he'd go to Everest Base Camp to cover the then-new phenomenon of commercial guided expeditions on the world's highest mountain. The assignment awakened his long-suppressed childhood dreams, and he asked if he could go the next year instead, so he'd have time to train properly and go to the summit. With expedition places being sold at up to $65,000 (plus airfare to Nepal) it was a big ask, but his editor felt the story was important enough to work something out, and after cutting a deal with guide Rob Hall's company Adventure Consultants for free advertising space, Krakauer's place was granted.
Unfortunately for him, this put him square in the middle of the 1996 Everest disaster. In brief: due to a combination of overcrowding, personal rivalries between members of different teams, and the inexperience of many clients, most expedition members didn't summit by their agreed turnaround times; bravado (for the clients) and commercial pressures (for the guides) drove them on anyway. It didn't help, of course, that poor decision-making and self-awareness are common effects of hypoxia. So lots of people ended up trying to come down the mountain - a difficult routefinding exercise - in the dark.
Then the storm hit.
It's a complex story, and I won't attempt to summarise it further; suffice it to say that many people died, and many more would have died without the heroism chronicled in Krakauer's book. Which, as previously intimated, is excellent: Krakauer's account was criticised by other people on the mountain (especially by guide Anatali Boukreev, of whom Krakauer was very critical) but he does an excellent job of integrating many conflicting accounts into a coherent story, using his personal narrative as an anchor. I also loved Randy Rackliff's eerie, pain-filled woodcuts, one of which graced each chapter.
The Beauty Myth, by Naomi Wolf
I was recommended this by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steerpikelet, and really tried to like it. I think the central idea of the book (AIUI, that society's insistence on female beauty acts as a tax on women's time, money and energy that counteracts many of the gains made by second-wave feminism) is almost certainly true, and if true, important. But the book went back to the library only one-third read (and with a hefty fine to pay). There were two things that really annoyed me about this book (or at least the part I read):
The book also left me in much greater sympathy with the womanism movement; if The Beauty Myth is typical of feminist writing, I can see how women who aren't white, Western and middle-class would decide the movement has no relevance to their lives.
Oh, and I hated the turgid, ostentatious style.
At its best (for instance, the bit where she talks about case law allowing employers to dismiss women for failing to meet dress standards higher than those imposed on men; not coincidentally, one of the few well-referenced parts of the book) The Beauty Myth is devastating. Overall, though, I think the premise deserved a much better treatment.
A Song of Stone, by Iain Banks
I'm about a hundred pages into this, and so far I'm really not enjoying it - and normally Banks is one of my favourite writers. Mostly I just can't stand the narrator. Wikipedia tells me that this is deliberate, but it's really detracting from my enjoyment.
Also, as a rule, childless women don't express milk when sexually aroused. Jesus Christ, Iain.
No Way Down: Life and Death on K2 by Graham Bowley
An account of the 2008 K2 disaster, this book had many uncanny resonances with Krakauer's. There are differences: Krakauer's teammates were mostly highly driven type-A CEOs and doctors, using their money to leapfrog the traditional slow mountaineering apprenticeship, whereas those involved in the 2008 K2 season all had some mountaineering experience under their belts (the Norwegian Rolf Bae had just come from the first repeat of a hard and dangerous big-wall aid line on the nearby Trango Tower). But again there was overcrowding, ropes being fixed too late and in the wrong place, unclear divisions of responsibilities leading to crucial gear being left behind, commercial pressure leading to poor decisionmaking, and turnaround times being ignored. The net effect was that the last few climbers didn't leave the summit until nearly 8pm, though everybody should have been heading down by the early afternoon.
Then the serac collapsed.
Then it collapsed again.
And again.
Climbers like to divide danger into subjective and objective danger: subjective danger is that which you can control through your skill and experience, and objective danger is that which can only be bypassed or rushed past, like rockfall or avalanche. Or, in this case, collapsing seracs - steep ice-cliffs formed by glaciers. The normal routes up K2 pass through a steep, narrow gully called the Bottleneck, which is overlooked by the huge, overhanging Balcony Serac - a situation that's a textbook example of "objective danger". Some climbers, seeing the rotten state of the Balcony Serac and the backed-up queues in the Bottleneck, abandoned their summit bid early in the day; others were less cautious. The lucky ones escaped with their lives.
Bowley's not a mountaineer, but he's clearly done his research: I spotted a couple of slight infelicities with terminology, but these could be excused as the result of dumbing-down for a non-expert audience. I was unsurprised to see Kurt Diemberger's name among the acknowledgements. Bowley wasn't on the mountain himself, so his narrative switches viewpoint more frequently than Krakauer's; this could be confusing, but Bowley carries it off fairly well. You'll probably need to bookmark the list of climbers at the beginning of the book, though.
The impression I took away from both books was that 8000er-bagging is a crazy game: maximum objective danger, suffering and risk, and minimal technical challenge. Bowley occasionally mentions the stunning, unexpected beauty of K2 and its surroundings, but Krakauer reports only emptiness: even with bottled oxygen, the hypoxia and drudgery sucked all the joy out of his time on the mountain. I mentioned my impressions on Twitter to the polar explorer Alex Hibbert, and he responded "Tourists use a handful of common routes, but independent attempts on 8000ers are still nails... and plenty of harder stuff elsewhere... there are still plenty of climbers quietly opening new routes and climbing out of season - mostly not on Everest at present." I think he's referring to climbs like the recent ten-day Alpine-style first ascent of the West Face of Vasuki Parbat in the Garwhal Himalaya. It's good to know that the high-cost, summit-focused, siege-style climbs of established lines described in Krakauer and Bowley's books aren't the only game in town.
Nurse on Call, by Edith Cotterill
I'd never heard of this book or this author when I picked it up from the display at the library, but it's unexpectedly great. It's Cotterill's tales of being a district nurse in the Black Country in the postwar years. Think James Herriot, but with fewer cows.
I do like it when a random book choice turns out so well.
If you only read one book about mountaineering, it should be Andy Kirkpatrick's Psychovertical, the story of how his impostor syndrome led him to attempt ever-more desperate routes on sun-baked and/or ice-clad mountains all around the world, often climbing solo (so he knew he wasn't taking credit for his partner's skill); of the terrible strain this placed on his marriage and his family life; and of how he eventually made a semblance of peace with his demons high on Yosemite's super-hard Reticent Wall.
If you can stretch to two books, though, Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air would be an excellent choice for the second.
Krakauer, an outdoor journalist and seasoned mountaineer with a string of difficult ascents to his credit, was contacted in early 1995 by Outside magazine, asking if he'd go to Everest Base Camp to cover the then-new phenomenon of commercial guided expeditions on the world's highest mountain. The assignment awakened his long-suppressed childhood dreams, and he asked if he could go the next year instead, so he'd have time to train properly and go to the summit. With expedition places being sold at up to $65,000 (plus airfare to Nepal) it was a big ask, but his editor felt the story was important enough to work something out, and after cutting a deal with guide Rob Hall's company Adventure Consultants for free advertising space, Krakauer's place was granted.
Unfortunately for him, this put him square in the middle of the 1996 Everest disaster. In brief: due to a combination of overcrowding, personal rivalries between members of different teams, and the inexperience of many clients, most expedition members didn't summit by their agreed turnaround times; bravado (for the clients) and commercial pressures (for the guides) drove them on anyway. It didn't help, of course, that poor decision-making and self-awareness are common effects of hypoxia. So lots of people ended up trying to come down the mountain - a difficult routefinding exercise - in the dark.
Then the storm hit.
It's a complex story, and I won't attempt to summarise it further; suffice it to say that many people died, and many more would have died without the heroism chronicled in Krakauer's book. Which, as previously intimated, is excellent: Krakauer's account was criticised by other people on the mountain (especially by guide Anatali Boukreev, of whom Krakauer was very critical) but he does an excellent job of integrating many conflicting accounts into a coherent story, using his personal narrative as an anchor. I also loved Randy Rackliff's eerie, pain-filled woodcuts, one of which graced each chapter.
The Beauty Myth, by Naomi Wolf
I was recommended this by
steerpikelet, and really tried to like it. I think the central idea of the book (AIUI, that society's insistence on female beauty acts as a tax on women's time, money and energy that counteracts many of the gains made by second-wave feminism) is almost certainly true, and if true, important. But the book went back to the library only one-third read (and with a hefty fine to pay). There were two things that really annoyed me about this book (or at least the part I read):- I kept wanting to stamp "[citation needed]" all over it - Wolf makes many surprising (to me, at least) factual claims, but the way her references are structured (in alphabetical order at the end, with no links from claims to references) makes it unnecessarily hard to find what her source is for any given claim. You might object that it's a popular book, not a scholarly paper - but plenty of popular books manage to provide useful references. The author of Derailing for Dummies might object that I shouldn't insist that a Marginalised Person follow the rules of a formalised academic game, but that would be ridiculous in this case: Wolf is an academic. In fact, she's a graduate of the same Oxford college as me. So her failure to abide by basic, minimal standards of scholarship pissed me right off.
- I'm pretty certain that there is no smoke-filled room full of aged white men plotting ways to keep women down. As amusing as it is to imagine a bunch of cigar-chomping CEOs crying "The Feminine Mystique has failed, chaps! What now?", the patriarchy is a prospiracy, not a conspiracy. Wolf, in her calmer moments, admits this; but then she goes right back to talking as if there is such a room. Hell, her epigraph asserts as much. This is a shame, because it's harder to fix problems if we don't understand how they arose in the first place. And if we defeat the Beauty Myth, there's probably going to be some other Bad Trend along to limit the gains made, and that's going to arise in much the same way as this one did. Our best hope of heading it off at the pass is to understand the mechanisms by which such backlashes arise, and clinging to the "smoke-filled room" narrative will only make that harder.
The book also left me in much greater sympathy with the womanism movement; if The Beauty Myth is typical of feminist writing, I can see how women who aren't white, Western and middle-class would decide the movement has no relevance to their lives.
Oh, and I hated the turgid, ostentatious style.
At its best (for instance, the bit where she talks about case law allowing employers to dismiss women for failing to meet dress standards higher than those imposed on men; not coincidentally, one of the few well-referenced parts of the book) The Beauty Myth is devastating. Overall, though, I think the premise deserved a much better treatment.
A Song of Stone, by Iain Banks
I'm about a hundred pages into this, and so far I'm really not enjoying it - and normally Banks is one of my favourite writers. Mostly I just can't stand the narrator. Wikipedia tells me that this is deliberate, but it's really detracting from my enjoyment.
Also, as a rule, childless women don't express milk when sexually aroused. Jesus Christ, Iain.
No Way Down: Life and Death on K2 by Graham Bowley
An account of the 2008 K2 disaster, this book had many uncanny resonances with Krakauer's. There are differences: Krakauer's teammates were mostly highly driven type-A CEOs and doctors, using their money to leapfrog the traditional slow mountaineering apprenticeship, whereas those involved in the 2008 K2 season all had some mountaineering experience under their belts (the Norwegian Rolf Bae had just come from the first repeat of a hard and dangerous big-wall aid line on the nearby Trango Tower). But again there was overcrowding, ropes being fixed too late and in the wrong place, unclear divisions of responsibilities leading to crucial gear being left behind, commercial pressure leading to poor decisionmaking, and turnaround times being ignored. The net effect was that the last few climbers didn't leave the summit until nearly 8pm, though everybody should have been heading down by the early afternoon.
Then the serac collapsed.
Then it collapsed again.
And again.
Climbers like to divide danger into subjective and objective danger: subjective danger is that which you can control through your skill and experience, and objective danger is that which can only be bypassed or rushed past, like rockfall or avalanche. Or, in this case, collapsing seracs - steep ice-cliffs formed by glaciers. The normal routes up K2 pass through a steep, narrow gully called the Bottleneck, which is overlooked by the huge, overhanging Balcony Serac - a situation that's a textbook example of "objective danger". Some climbers, seeing the rotten state of the Balcony Serac and the backed-up queues in the Bottleneck, abandoned their summit bid early in the day; others were less cautious. The lucky ones escaped with their lives.
Bowley's not a mountaineer, but he's clearly done his research: I spotted a couple of slight infelicities with terminology, but these could be excused as the result of dumbing-down for a non-expert audience. I was unsurprised to see Kurt Diemberger's name among the acknowledgements. Bowley wasn't on the mountain himself, so his narrative switches viewpoint more frequently than Krakauer's; this could be confusing, but Bowley carries it off fairly well. You'll probably need to bookmark the list of climbers at the beginning of the book, though.
The impression I took away from both books was that 8000er-bagging is a crazy game: maximum objective danger, suffering and risk, and minimal technical challenge. Bowley occasionally mentions the stunning, unexpected beauty of K2 and its surroundings, but Krakauer reports only emptiness: even with bottled oxygen, the hypoxia and drudgery sucked all the joy out of his time on the mountain. I mentioned my impressions on Twitter to the polar explorer Alex Hibbert, and he responded "Tourists use a handful of common routes, but independent attempts on 8000ers are still nails... and plenty of harder stuff elsewhere... there are still plenty of climbers quietly opening new routes and climbing out of season - mostly not on Everest at present." I think he's referring to climbs like the recent ten-day Alpine-style first ascent of the West Face of Vasuki Parbat in the Garwhal Himalaya. It's good to know that the high-cost, summit-focused, siege-style climbs of established lines described in Krakauer and Bowley's books aren't the only game in town.
Nurse on Call, by Edith Cotterill
I'd never heard of this book or this author when I picked it up from the display at the library, but it's unexpectedly great. It's Cotterill's tales of being a district nurse in the Black Country in the postwar years. Think James Herriot, but with fewer cows.
I do like it when a random book choice turns out so well.
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I tended to take the moments where the patriarchy is personified to be just that - a momentary personification of something we know can't be so easily understood (death, deities), for rhetorical ease or emotional power. Of course, this is a more problematic thing to do when the patriarchy is more commonly misunderstood to actually be a conspiracy theory; but I found it effective.
Your point about referencing is a more thorny one. I remember there being points where I was so enraged that I *desperately* wanted to do some background reading, and was frustrated not to find a reference. I think I remember a couple of successful google-searches, but it's been a while now and that hardly mitigates your original point.
What I would say, though (and I DON'T think that this makes up for the entire thing, I DO remember my own frustration) is that some things that marginalised groups (tm) experience are just not going to be documented in the same way as those that other groups experience. Sometimes, all we have is anecdata - the knowledge that most other women we know have experienced this at some time. People of the Ben Goldacre school (..like me) can want to approach this dismissively - anecdata is what's used to promote homeopathy etc - but when we're talking about lived experience the subjectivity is all there is. Carrying out double-blind studies on, eg, street harrassment or cumulative semi-conscious feelings of inadequacy when faced with media representations is.. difficult to say the least, even if the funding/interest were there. (But as I say above it's been a while since I read it, so I can't remember what proportion of missing citations might fall into this category.)
Thank you for bringing the word prospiracy to my attention! I shall almost certainly steal that explanation for the next time I post about "the patriarchy".
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That's a better reaction than I'd dared hope for :-)
Patriarchy as conspiracy: I wouldn't have minded it as an occasional rhetorical flourish, but she talks that way the whole damn time - to my mind, obscuring the (more interesting, and more useful) truth. Interrogating the constructs of power should involve being honest with oneself about what those constructs actually are and how they arise.
Lived experience and anecdata: excellent point! (And oddly reminiscent of Goldacre's recent column (http://www.badscience.net/2010/10/neuro-realism/) on subjective experiences of pain and libido... as you may have guessed, Bad Science is IMHO a great example of well-referenced popular writing). That kind of thing doesn't account for all the citations I'd have liked to see, but probably at least some of them (I can't remember much detail - this review's been spinning around in my head for at least a month, now).
Prospiracies: yes, I think it's a very useful concept. Glad to have been of service :-)
[I once tried to create Patriarchy Membership Cards as a joke/awareness-raising device: "This card entitles the bearer to improved odds in job applications, especially for more prestigious jobs..." I gave up after fighting with OpenOffice started destroying my will to live.]
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So on balance I very much enjoyed it, and it had the (presumably) intended effect of making me feel righteously outraged. But I can totally see why, if you didn't care for the language and weren't prepared to accept some hand-waving on the facts, you'd find it pretty empty and unsatisfying
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As for "The Beauty Myth", if you didn't like it then I can safely assume that I wouldn't either :)
I think that I read "Nurse on Call" (or something similar) when I was at school. Is that the one where her friends encouraged her to volunteer for a bed bath during training, lying about how nice it was?
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Do, it's great.
unfortunately it's not available in epub format at the moment.
Well... not legally. I seem to remember that the libraries are good where you are, though.
As for "The Beauty Myth", if you didn't like it then I can safely assume that I wouldn't either :)
Probably not. On the other hand, I'd like to try reading it again (possibly after having read a few easier feminist books first) - it was very frustrating to read, but occasionally quite eye-opening. It's made me more aware of the differences in the ways that women and men are portrayed.
Is that the one where her friends encouraged her to volunteer for a bed bath during training, lying about how nice it was?
Dunno - I haven't got to that bit yet, if it is.
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The mountaineering books sound great although not what I'm massivel into at the moment. The people I like climbing with make good decisions and very much err on the side on caution. I'm terrified of the kind competitive gung ho mentality you see in a lot of sportspople (particularly not very good ones) being anywhere near climbing - it just doesn;t work for me. Calm and competent doesn't sound particularly sexy but it does get results.
Iain Banks, M or otherwise is approached with caution - I still havent read use of weopens I'm afraid, despite owning a rather fine copy.
The Beauty Myth - well you've put me off reading it a little, since I do like rational argument with research backing it up or a clear acknowledgement of what parts are anecdotal. But it's true enough to say that I don't take the time to get nearly as pretty as every damn television advert seems to expect me to. I also don't watch adverts anymore. It's definitely a time tax. So I find the time tax idea interesting and I'm wondering what other things would fit the definition of one.
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This is what you want. The mountain will still be there another day, as the saying goes.
I'm terrified of the kind competitive gung ho mentality you see in a lot of sportspople (particularly not very good ones) being anywhere near climbing
There's a more common failure mode - the new climber just starting out who's mad keen but doesn't yet have the experience to know when they should turn back. This is something I need to watch out for in myself, I think.
[You'll be pleased to hear that my trip to the hills yesterday was entirely uneventful :-) ]
Iain Banks
Iain M Banks, on the other hand, is always a hit. Surface Detail is excellent, if not quite as epic in scale as some of his other space opera. My copy is out on loan (as the "Shelves" app for my phone is tracking - invaluable if you lend stuff and then forget about it) but you're welcome to borrow it when it comes back. Or before, as I have both electronic and paper editions.
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