I stayed home today and while I'm not happy about that, it did give me a chance to finish my latest two books.
First I read Cherie Bremer-Kamp's book,
Living on the Edge, and then I read Joe Simpson's
Touching the Void. Poor Cherie never stood a chance with me:
Touching the Void is one of the best books I've ever read. Wow. I am still kind of stunned. Poor
rattlecatcher had to put up with me gushing about it for, like, 20 minutes this morning. (She told me there is a movie so I have to go find it!)
It's not even that the writing's good, per se. It is - it's very good. But the story itself and the way he wrote it is just amazing. I've read a lot about the high altitude hallucinations people have (conversations with your feet at 27000 ft or people sitting on your ice ledge telling you they have tea set up just around the corner) but his experience was not at all like that. He had what he calls a
voice inside that was insistent about keeping to a timetable and doing certain things, especially as he dragged himself off the glacier. It was deeply fascinating and the only thing that made the suspense at all bearable was that I knew he must have lived, since,
hello, holding his book in my hands. I could
not put it down. I was also really impressed with the sections written by his climbing partner, Simon Yates.
OW. Painful and honest but not self exculpatory or irrational.
Augh. This is the worst rec ever. But, jeez. Read it! See for yourself! For me, I'm going back to bed and re-read it.