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Picnic at Hanging Rock, and Other Classics for Summer – Episode 23

From the Arctic Circle to the South Pole and both sides of the globe, here’s six classics which will take you on an adventure this summer (and a little time travel, too!).

Links / Further Reading:
The Green Ray, by Jules Verne (Wikisource)
Picnic at Hanging Rock – Book review by O of On Bookes
The Endurance – Adam Young Scores
Shackleton – A&E series starring Kenneth Branagh
Opening quote read by David Barnes, read for the LibriVox audiobook South

The Bookish Tag

Saw this over at Kristin’s blog Wool and Wheel…it’s been a while since I did one of these, so I thought it would be a fun interlude to reviews.  Feel free to fill this out on your own blog, or in the comments – would love to read your answers!

1. What book is currently on your nightstand?  Right now, there’s The Heart of the Antarctic (Ernest Shackleton), the Bible, my Nook, and my tablet.

From my 2014 Powell’s trip.  On the left is Albanov’s In the Land of White Death,
an excellent polar (north) memoir which I haven’t reviewed but highly recommend.

Heart is turning out to be a lovely read so far – more informal and relaxed in tone than South.  Maybe it’s the pre-War zeitgeist, or Shackleton’s personal optimism at this earlier point in his experience.  His excitement over the ponies is rather sobering…considering he didn’t bring them on the Endurance, I can only imagine how badly things will go on the Nimrod.  (But, I digress.)

2. What was the last truly great book that you read?  An Artist of the Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro.  I’d recommend it to nearly anyone; it was that great.  The Japan he wrote about may be somewhat fanciful, but it’s his poignant portrayal of humans and their relationships that is really timeless.  It’s also a masterful example of how social attitudes (e.g. classism, patriarchy, and political correctness) can change in just one generation.

3. If you could meet any writer, dead or alive, who would it be? And what would you want to know?  Well, of course, I’d like to meet T. E. Lawrence.  I wouldn’t have any questions planned, just hopefully have an organic conversation about books, music, maybe politics (maybe not).

4. What books might someone be surprised to find on your shelves?  I have an antique, one-volume William Shakespeare: Complete Works.  I don’t love Shakespeare, but a relative gifted it to me and I treasure it as a beautiful edition of Hamlet and other stories I might enjoy if I tried more of them.  😉

5. How do you organize your personal library?  I got a new bookshelf recently, smaller than the old one, and everything fits nicely.  Top-left corner is “to read” books.  Then, from left to right and on to the second shelf, my fiction is roughly sorted by era, with some non-fic history books at the very end.  I used to sort by author, but there is something aesthetically delightful about Bronte next to Pushkin, Verne next to Doyle, and T. E. Lawrence next to Fitzgerald.  Most of these are paperbacks, since I prefer soft to hardcover.

On the lower shelves, I have a number of other books that don’t fit in the classic paperbacks category – some Mass Media, Trixie Beldens, large hardcovers (complete Sherlock Holmes !!!), notebooks, and mega textbooks that I’ll probably never open again.  I also keep my scraps of writing on my bookshelf, which includes most of the handwritten draft of an adventure-romance novel that needs some TLC at some point…

6. What book have you always meant to read and haven’t gotten around to yet? Anything you feel embarrassed never to have read?   I’ve been meaning to read The Scarlet Letter for ages – I love Hawthorne, have read most of his other works, but still haven’t got to this one. There’s several I’m a little embarrassed never to have read (yet)…The Odyssey, 1984, Shakespeare in general…  But these days I’m very selective about what I spend time on reading, so I prioritize books that sound the most promising.

7. Disappointing, overrated, just not good: what book did you feel you were supposed to like but didn’t? Do you remember the last book you put down without finishing?  The last book I abandoned to the “to-finish” list was On the Nature of Things by Lucretius. I hadn’t expected to like it, though, based on reviews.  The last book I expected to like was The Republic by Plato.  That one got sent to the “not-finishing” list…an exaggeration, since I’ll no doubt attempt a different translation.  But the beginning at least wasn’t the work of genius I was expecting.

Vilhelm HammershøiThe Collector of Coins

8. What kinds of stories are you drawn to? Any you stay clear of?  I’m drawn to stories of stamina, psychology, philosophy, and human behavior – especially where these things intersect.  I have a soft spot for stories about loners, people alone in their perspective or beliefs compared to the majority surrounding them.  The characters that really get to me are the ones who have personal issues and are struggling to find healing or closure. I fall for books that are about people doing something extraordinary, something out of the norm, something bigger than themselves (or is it? that is always the question…).  Most of my favorite books, fic and non-fic, remind me of the Christian life in some way.

I stay clear of the inverse of the above.  😉

9. If you could require the president to read one book, what would it be?  I honestly don’t know.  Currently, I recommend The Metamorphosis (Kafka) and Magellania (Verne) to anyone who’s interested.

10. What do you plan to read next?  Probably Peter-Pan (Barrie), or The Secret Agent (Conrad), and thus finishing out the Read London challenge.

South: Antarctica, Endurance, and WWI

Sir Ernest Shackleton‘s South was my spontaneous “heavy reading” for this spring/summer.  At times, my reaction was “What did I myself get into?”  It is a long first-person narrative, stylistically tedious, and inherently repetitive–but absolutely worth the commitment.

{Note: Be sure to look through photographer Frank Hurley’s book South with Endurance while you read South.  You will enjoy South much, much more side-by-side with the pictures.  Which, by the way, are phenomenal.  On top of the discomfort and anxieties of everyday survival, Hurley dedicated himself to photographing the journey, and his photos, like illustrations, truly embody the narrative/journals.  A few are even in color!}
 By Finetooth, Like tears in rain, U.S Central Intelligence Agency [GFDL, CC-BY-SA-3.0 or Public domain]
Autumn 1914.  The Great War is being fought, yet as Sir Ernest Shackleton’s volunteering of his expedition and resources is politely refused by the British government, he has embarked upon his planned expedition–south.  He has two ships:  the Endurance and the Aurora.  Beginning on the Ross Sea coast, the group from the Aurora is to set up depots with supplies at key points on the Antarctic continent.  From the Weddell Sea, the Endurance is to bring Shackleton to the point where he will lead the first ever crossing of the continent.
Endurance Final Sinking
But the Endurance never makes it.  The Weddell Sea proves increasingly unnavigable, until the ice begins to crush the ship slowly.  Shackleton and his men have no goal left except to find a way home through minus freezing weather, with only what provisions they find or what things they can salvage from the dying Endurance.  Radio signals are nonexistent, and they are left to imagine how the Aurora fared and how/whether the War had ended.

This book earns the 5 out of 5 stars.  It was not a pageturner, but it was overall enthralling.  As a serious survival story, it covers every small step of the voyage in great detail.  Yes, it was often boring.  Still, I felt a tremendous amount of respect for Shackleton’s conscientious narrative, and I’m sure the public, as well as friends and family, must have appreciated his in-depth account.  It also gives the reader a good sense of time/scale and immerses you in the story by not sugarcoating the reality.

Additionally, this in-depth style increased my appreciation of their perseverance through the tedium and mental fatigue, which could come all too easily.  This is, after all, a huge part of what survival is about.  Every day, the same food, the same monotonous jobs, the same painstaking attempts to keep clothes dry or find safe shelter.  Shackleton recognized the power of morale and took it into consideration while making many decisions.
Obviously, a first-person narrative is unavoidably biased towards the author.  With a grain of salt, I really admired Ernest Shackleton: he came across as what a leader and survivor should be.  Circumspect, caring for his expedition members, totally self-confident and focused on his goal, not letting anxiety get the upper hand.  “A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.”  I can imagine what he went through when he, in a sense, failed before he began, but whatever disappointment went through his mind, it didn’t seem to affect his resolve.

Shackleton was tough. . .I get the impression he had high standards/expectations of people, wouldn’t tolerate anything like moping around or giving up.  And he lived up to his own standards (as good tough people do).
Frank Worsley
In this book, there is a little confusion at first as to “who’s who”–another reason to look at the Hurley book; it explains everything and some.  Shackleton was not the captain of the Endurance; the captain was Frank Worsley, a very talented, dependable guy, who went on to become a WWI hero.  He wrote his own accounts of the expedition, which I hope to read in the future.

To call South an extraordinary story is an understatement.  Over and over again the men are saved in the nick of time or by the most incredible circumstances (the lost/found rudder!).  Shackleton openly acknowledges that God was watching out for them.  Regardless of your religious beliefs, you can’t help but be moved by their narrow escapes from death.
Hurley shackleton at camp
I loved the (all too-infrequent) personal side of the story–the soccer games on the ice pack, the huge importance of the portable stove, and the cookbook which both comforts and torments the half-starving men.

South reads like a very modern story, with one gigantic piece of another world: a wooden ship.  They have science, and a little technology, and an increasingly 20th-century way of thinking, but there is that great, beautiful, wretched wooden ship sinking in the distance.  Just seeing that and living amid 21st-century technology, I felt nearly from the beginning of South that it was a hopeless voyage from the start.  How could anyone have believed that a wooden ship, steam or no steam, could live long enough through Antarctica ice?
Endurance sinkThere is this quote in the Preface, where Sir Ernest outlines his motives and objectives:  

…my mind turned to the crossing of the continent, for I was morally certain that either Amundsen or Scott would reach the Pole on our own route or a parallel one. After hearing of the Norwegian success I began to make preparations to start a last great journey—so that the first crossing of the last continent should be achieved by a British Expedition.

Rings a bell?  Shackleton, here and elsewhere, makes it clear that he views the expedition as almost a subcategory of WWI, indirectly related if nothing else.  This, to me, is one of the greatest tragedies of the Endurance expedition.  It wasn’t enough to want to cross Antarctica–no, Britain must be the first.  And so fifty-six men suffered hellishly for this cause.

It does not matter that it was a British expedition or that Shackleton wrote those words; the sentiment is typical of many nations’ mentalities which led up to WWI.  The symbolism is striking, and again, depressing.  Add to that an irony: it is likely that fewer men died on the expedition than would have been the case if they instead fought side-by-side in WWI (as many of them later did).

Is nature, then–at its most extreme–a kinder opponent than our own fellow human beings?