Into Thin Air: A Personal Account of the Mount Everest Disaster
2 journalers for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by Herrundmeyer from Heilbronn, Baden-Württemberg Germany on Friday, November 29, 2002
One of the best books I have ever read. Eyewitness report about the Mt. Everest Disaster. Will only trade it for another super book – if ever.
Journal Entry 2 by Herrundmeyer from Heilbronn, Baden-Württemberg Germany on Friday, December 6, 2002
OK, I did not think, it'd be that quick, but I will let go of this grand book. Probably. Jess1 promised me a book dealing with the Faustian theme, a translation of a Russian author whose name I've already forgotten. So I set this one aside in exchange.
Journal Entry 3 by Herrundmeyer at mailed to a fellow bookcrosser (Gelsenkirchen) in -- Per Post geschickt / Persönlich weitergegeben --, Nordrhein-Westfalen Germany on Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Mailed to jess1 as part of a transatlantic transaction. BTW, the (Faust) book I received today from jess1 is "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov.
A well-written and powerful account of the Everest tragedy in '96. I remember reading about the incident in the newspapers, but was, of course, as distant from the reality of it as the rest of us, sitting in my comfortable, warm house.
It was an intensely personal account of the events, emotionally charged and at times difficult to read. Looking back on a chain of events, small confusions and unrecognized mistakes compounded by dulled senses, it seems overwhelming. As I finished the book late last night, I tried to fall asleep with a large lump in my throat, warm in my bed but trying to comprehend the fact that so many people who lost their lives up there are still on the mountain, thousands of feet above sea level where, perhaps, humans were never meant to tread.
Though the facts in this book are obviously colored by one man's perspective, and there are many facts which will never be known, it seems a story that needed to be told.
I may pass this on to a few family members who haven't read the book and then release it in an appropriate setting, among the ropes, harnesses and pitons at a local camping supply store.
It was an intensely personal account of the events, emotionally charged and at times difficult to read. Looking back on a chain of events, small confusions and unrecognized mistakes compounded by dulled senses, it seems overwhelming. As I finished the book late last night, I tried to fall asleep with a large lump in my throat, warm in my bed but trying to comprehend the fact that so many people who lost their lives up there are still on the mountain, thousands of feet above sea level where, perhaps, humans were never meant to tread.
Though the facts in this book are obviously colored by one man's perspective, and there are many facts which will never be known, it seems a story that needed to be told.
I may pass this on to a few family members who haven't read the book and then release it in an appropriate setting, among the ropes, harnesses and pitons at a local camping supply store.