Two Against the Ice FROM THE PUBLISHER
When a team of Danish explorers sailed to northeast Greenland in 1906 to document the coastline, they met a tragic end. The out-of-work Ejnar Mikkelsen pounced on the opportunity to retrieve not only the explorersᄑ bodies but also their diaries. Two Against the Ice is the riveting story of the authorᄑs attempt at a cleanup expedition ᄑ one that turns into a three-year ordeal. Photographs from this remarkable memoir are included.
SYNOPSIS
First published in Danish as Farlig Tomandsfaerd in 1955 by Gyldendalske Boghandel, Nordisk Forlag A/S, Copenhagen, Denmark, this tale of survival in the Arctic tells the story of Ejnar Mikkelson's 1910 search for the diaries of a previous expedition, describing how Mikkelson and mechanic Iver Iverson suffered through three years of every Arctic misery, including starvation, storms, and shipwreck. B&w historical photos are included. There is no subject index. Annotation (c)2003 Book News, Inc., Portland, OR
FROM THE CRITICS
AudioFile
When it came to Polar exploration, writes Lawrence Millman in an introduction, the Scandinavians "make their British and American counterparts seem like Boy Scouts." The kind of character Millman had in mind was Mikkelsen (1880ᄑ1971), who chronicles here just one of his numerous exploits in the far, far north country. Heᄑd gone to northeast Greenland in 1910 to recover the diary and any surviving papers that might document the 1908 Mylius-Erichsen Expeditionᄑs attempts to refute Pearyᄑs claim of having mapped the east Greenland coast. Mikkelsenᄑs account is a delight in misery, start to finish, though not of the heroic vein; itᄑs just that thereᄑs little else to expect from such a land. The only thing eastern Greenland doesnᄑt have a dearth of is weather and wilds, both of which ring Mikkelsen and his companion Iver P. Iversenᄑ"A stout fellow, Iversen!"ᄑas if they were gongs. Food is the greatest privation when thereᄑs nothing to eat but ice and rocks, the cold wind meanwhile ever present, but the two soldier on, gobbling the dogs when necessary, sampling rotten cachesᄑ"Isnᄑt mold a kind of vegetable?" Iversen asksᄑenduring scurvy and slush, and, without food or sleeping bags, "walking till we could no longer set one foot before another, then [sinking] down behind a stone until the cold woke us, and then [walking] on again." But it was worth it, for they found the diaries that disproved Pearyᄑs workᄑand a gratifying poke in Pearyᄑs eye that is for Mikkelsen. And at least Mikkelsen was where he wanted to be, a land always willing to drop "a little gall in our cup," yet also an elemental place of rare beauty that demands attentiveness and perhaps even becomes vitally sustaining as it triesto kill you. Mikkelsen is an artisan of cold places, and if his labors are mighty and consuming, they are also of love. (Photographs)
Kirkus Reviews
When it came to Polar exploration, writes Lawrence Millman in an introduction, the Scandinavians "make their British and American counterparts seem like Boy Scouts." The kind of character Millman had in mind was Mikkelsen (1880ᄑ1971), who chronicles here just one of his numerous exploits in the far, far north country. Heᄑd gone to northeast Greenland in 1910 to recover the diary and any surviving papers that might document the 1908 Mylius-Erichsen Expeditionᄑs attempts to refute Pearyᄑs claim of having mapped the east Greenland coast. Mikkelsenᄑs account is a delight in misery, start to finish, though not of the heroic vein; itᄑs just that thereᄑs little else to expect from such a land. The only thing eastern Greenland doesnᄑt have a dearth of is weather and wilds, both of which ring Mikkelsen and his companion Iver P. Iversenᄑ"A stout fellow, Iversen!"ᄑas if they were gongs. Food is the greatest privation when thereᄑs nothing to eat but ice and rocks, the cold wind meanwhile ever present, but the two soldier on, gobbling the dogs when necessary, sampling rotten cachesᄑ"Isnᄑt mold a kind of vegetable?" Iversen asksᄑenduring scurvy and slush, and, without food or sleeping bags, "walking till we could no longer set one foot before another, then [sinking] down behind a stone until the cold woke us, and then [walking] on again." But it was worth it, for they found the diaries that disproved Pearyᄑs workᄑand a gratifying poke in Pearyᄑs eye that is for Mikkelsen. And at least Mikkelsen was where he wanted to be, a land always willing to drop "a little gall in our cup," yet also an elemental place of rare beauty that demands attentiveness and perhaps even becomes vitally sustaining as it triesto kill you. Mikkelsen is an artisan of cold places, and if his labors are mighty and consuming, they are also of love. (Photographs)