I have wanted to read this personal account of the Mount Everest
disaster for some years now, and I have finally done so.
This is a very vivid memoir, and if you as a reader ever had a
romanticized notion of what climbing Everest would be like,
Krakauer puts them to bed.
Beyond his initial excitement at the prospect of acheiving his
life-long goal of summiting Everest, he does not glamorize this
climb in any way. Instead, he takes his reader back to that
mountain with him. Nothing is left to the imagination, you smell
every smell, feel every ache, gasp for every breathe, feel every
degree below zero, and he will wring you out emotionally as he
takes you to the brink of madness, it is raw, the way only a
survivor could tell it, but you will not be able to put this book
down. The fact that there were any survivors at all is a testimony
to the human survival instinct, and the unbelievably selfless acts
of heroism juxpositioned against the unimaginable decisions that
had to be made, are a testimony to the human spirit.
Although this book is 15 years old, it will definitely be making my
Top Ten Best Reads for 2011, and though it is a tough read
emotionally, I can't recommend it highly enough.