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by Esther Lombardi
Antarctica is still a place of mystery after all these years. It still exists in almost completely pristine condition, but there are many stories to tell about the people who have ventured there... In this new book, Douglas R.G. Sellick gathers some of the most memorable accounts of Antarctica exploration. His aim is to offer "gripping autobiographical first impressions of travellers of all kinds to Antarctica (sic)." He accomplishes much more than that. In these pages, you get a sense of the wonder of this unknown landscape, but also of the bravery of the men who traversed the icy landscape. Sublime
Fairy Palaces In 1873 and 1874, William J.J. Spry described "great tabular masses" that stretched "along the horizon." He said, "Others were like fairy palaces, with numerous caverns and arches supported on pillars worn round by the action of the wind and water, the sea dashes through, sending its spray over all, and forming charming cascades." Through these accounts, the place becomes a magical land, full of creature that seem more strange than real. Everything takes on a wondrous haze: the sun, the moon, the sky, the waves. In 1898, Fredrick Albert Cook wrote,
These tales are amazing in their description and intensity, but not all of them have happy endings... Danger
and Death Upon being the first man to reach the South Pole in 1911, Roald Engebreth Gravning Amundsen wrote that he "proceeded to the greatest and most solemn act of the whole journey the planting of our flag." However, as he said, "It was not for one man to this; it was for all who had staked their lives in the struggle, and held together thick and thin." Amundsen succeeded where so many others had failed. He and all of the others who visited the place have managed to make their mark on the literature of adventure. The biggest reminders of the many who ventured to Antarctica may still be left there. As Eights wrote in 1830, "Although many of the scenes about these islands are highly exciting, the effect produced on the mind, by their general aspect, is cold and cheerless to an unusual degree, for on their lonely shores the voice of man is seldom heard; the only indication of his ever having trod the soil, is the solitary grave of some poor seaman near the beach... " |
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