In the Ghost Country: A Lifetime Spent on the Edge FROM THE PUBLISHER
In the Antarctic summer of 1998-99, Peter Hillary and two companions skied to the South Pole - each man pulling a 440-pound sled 900 miles across some of the most forbidding country on earth. The plan was to complete the tragic journey of Captain Robert Falcon Scott, to the Pole and back. But under the pressure of a relentless media spotlight, fatal team chemistry, and food and fuel stores, the expedition fragmented into hostile isolation. Instead of completing Scott's journey, they found they were repeating it.
For Peter Hillary, this was the loneliest trek of his life. Estranged from his companions, tortured by the sensory deprivation of "the great white everywhere," Hillary's journey became a hallucinogenic pilgrimage through a country where "he could see the dead and the places of the dead": the ghosts of too many friends who had perished at his side of the mountains; and most powerfully, the ghost of his beloved mother, who it seemed "had turned up on the ice to keep me company."
In the Ghost Country is the story of that trip, a chronicle of profound isolation, grief, and loneliness. It is a meditation on a lifetime spent on the edge. Told here are the tragedies: on Ama Dablam in Nepal, a near perfect climb until its shocking finish with an unexpected death; on Makalu where half the party was wiped out; on Everest where two more were lost, including a great friend; and later on K2, in 1995, where Hillary barely survived the storm that killed seven people.
But here also are the "marvelous times": Growing up in New Zealand, where the family's holiday adventures were turned into documentaries; first seeing Everest at seven years of age; the near-fatal teenage adventure;working on the schools and hospitals that Sir Edmund built for the Nepalese people; traveling with his father and Neil Armstrong to the North Pole; summiting Everest twice.
FROM THE CRITICS
Publishers Weekly
In 1998, explorer-adventurer Hillary (son of Sir Edmund) set off on skis with two ill-chosen companions to retrace the South Pole route that killed Robert Falcon Scott in 1912. Like Scott, Hillary and company hit horrendous barriers. The cold chewed up equipment and ravaged fingers and toes. Storms pinned the team in its tiny, fetid tent. They slowly starved, as the brutal march burned more calories than their bodies could absorb, and Hillary nearly ruptured himself dragging his 400-pound sled of supplies. But the worst torture was mental. The unending white landscape gave everyone a bad case of expeditionary madness, and Hillary got the brunt of it. His teammates began blaming him for their setbacks, and soon excluded him from the smallest social interactions. Alone in a frigid sensory-deprivation tank, Hillary began to hallucinate. Dead friends and relatives tramped with him through imagined landscapes and, with him, revisited the adventures and tragedies of his past. The miserable journey makes a terrific book, as Hillary's visions frame frequent flashbacks to other expeditions and to his New Zealand childhood. The main narrative, written in the third person by journalist Elder, is larded throughout with first-person commentary by Hillary, who is a fine, frank writer. This unusual structure solves the problem of the toneless voice that "as told to" accounts can have, while retaining a sense of intimacy and authenticity. The result is moving and insightful, scraping away the hubris of the adventure-book genre to examine the forces that propel explorers through godforsaken places. Photos. Agent, Bob Mecoy. (Jan. 14) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
The famous family name Hillary evokes the spirit of adventure and the ability to survive under extreme conditions. Sir Edmund Hillary was the first to climb Mt. Everest. His son Peter also leads a life filled with mountaineering and adventure. Here he recounts his misadventures with two friends as they attempt to retrace the planned route of Robert Falcon Scott over the South Pole-a trip that ended in death for the famed British explorer in 1912. Hillary and his friends had several factors working against it: they were ill prepared, they thought they knew one another better than they did, they were ruled by media coverage and government regulations (if one person wants to leave, all must leave) to push on when they shouldn't, and they thus ended up trying to complete a 2000-mile trek on foot, without success. This introspective memoir gives us rare insight into the soul of an adventurer/explorer. However, Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air covers much of the same ground (another ill-fated expedition) but is far better written and more linear. Hillary's memoir is choppy, moving back and forth in time irregularly, which makes it hard to follow. Recommended for general collections in public and academic libraries.-Olga B. Wise, Austin Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A mind-bending yet somberly reflective chronicle of mountaineer Hillaryᄑs otherworldly journey with two mates tracing Scottᄑs route to the South Pole. The narrative is structured as a duet, with Hillaryᄑs personal material in bold face, while Australian journalist Elder fleshes out the story in long segments of plain type. His coauthorᄑs distinctively sharp prose contrasts with Hillaryᄑs digressive account, which often has the feel of fireside remembrances, though certainly not soothing ones. Much of the text covers his hellacious trip with Eric Philips and Jon Muir, on foot and via kite-pulled sledge, from the Ross Ice Shelf to the South Pole. The trio confronted all the "cruel quirks and torments" of travel at the ends of the earth, including personal conflicts and "the jaded fugue of living under cloud." Hillary vividly evokes that "monochrome of misery . . . strong winds, drifting snow, a fog of spindrift, intensely cold conditions, no sky, no horizon, white on white on violent white." When in extremis, which was much of the time, the mountaineer was also troubled by the voices and the ghosts of his deceased mother and lost climbing companions. ("The late afternoon was always popular with the dead friends," he jests grimly.) A psychologist later explains, not altogether convincingly, that he was "borderline psychotic . . . itᄑs the visual and sensory deprivation of polar travel . . . that especially plays hell with the mind." The neatly woven narrative tapestry also contains reminiscences about times and travels with the authorᄑs father, New Zealand beekeeper and Everest conqueror Sir Edmund Hillary, as well as various adventures and misadventures in the high hills. Despite thephysical and emotional extremities heᄑs experienced, Hillary avers, "Iᄑm drawn to the simplicity of the pilgrimᄑs life, and the soaring emotions that go with it." More cautionary even than Apsley Cherry-Garrardᄑs The Worst Journey of the World or Jon Krakauerᄑs Into Thin Air. Agent: Bob Mecoy