Tuesday, May 28, 2019

"Some of the last mystery in the world will pass"



    Twenty-five years ago, when I was writing a book on failure, I wanted to focus on an achievement which many people tried to accomplish and failed before it was finally done, and settled on the conquest of Mount Everest. 
     The chapter, called "Were the Mountain Smaller," examined all the expeditions that didn't make it up Mount Everest, named "Chomolungma," by  the locals, before Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay managed the feat in 1953 (one analysis of a British failure in the 1930s determined that success would certainly have been theirs "were the mountain smaller.")
     My research gave me a lifelong skepticism, if not contempt, for attempts to scale Everest, an attitude that tends to flare each May, when conditions are right, or as right as they get at least, for summiting. This year's was particularly deadly and ludicrous, which prompted me to re-read the chapter, and remember that while the situation gets worse and worse, none of this is new, alas. The chapter ends this way:

     Some six hundred people have climbed Everest and the number is constantly growing—sixty-one people reached the summit in 1993 alone, forty of them on a single day, May 10 (climbers savoring their moment of personal triumph at the summit, heard shouts from below to hurry up, that others were waiting).
     As many as one hundred people making the attempt have died, thirty-four in the past five years—in falls, from exposure, from hypothermia and, in attempts to duplicate Messner and Habeler's 1978 climb, from causes related to oxygen depletion, such as cerebral edema.
     For a while, mirroring the atomization of society, climbers attempting Everest sought to be an ever more specific first something atop the mountain—first American, first woman, first person over fifty, first American woman over fifty. Attention also shifted to which route was taken up Everest. Hillary and Tenzing, it turns out, not only cheated with oxygen but took the easy way up. So the more difficult routes had to be conquered.
     Stacy Allison, the first American woman up Everest, spent forty-five minutes at the summit photographing herself with the logos of her numerous corporate sponsors. Later, appearing on "The David Letterman Show," she took a stone from her pocket, explaining that it came from the top o Everest, and asked permission to heave it through Dave's famed studio window. "Of course," said Letterman, and she threw the stone, accompanied by the usual breaking-glass sound effect. 
    Today Everest is climbed so frequently that trash is a problem—the Nepalese government has had to require that expeditions carry out all their garbage, lest the slopes become an utter junkyard of discarded oxygen cylinder and mint cake wrappers.
     From a vantage point of forty years, comparing the end result of the dynamic, peakward-yearning philosophy of the British mountaineers to the austere, mountain-fearing mysticism of the Sherpas, one doesn't have to be a devotee of Eastern religion to wonder if perhaps the world might be a more appealing place had Everest been a little higher, the winds a little stronger, the cold more harsh and the highest mountain in the world remained forever beyond the grasp of the humans living below.
     "The mountain appears not to be intended for climbing," noted Mallory in his diary in 1921. He was speaking of the physical challenge, but oddly enough, at least some Western contemporaries also found philosophical obstacles. When the firs expedition was being organized, a few London editorialists wondered about the wisdom of making the effort. "Some of the last mystery of the world will pass when the last secret place in it, the naked peak of Everest, shall be trodden by those trespassers," on prescient critic wrote.
     in early June 1953, on their way down the mountain toward fame, the British expedition stopped at the Thyangboche Monastery to pay their respects. John Hurt told the elderly abbot that they had just climbed to the summit of Everest. "He was plainly incredulous and nothing would shake his unbelief," wrote Hunt, oblivious that if you thought God was on top of a mountain, you couldn't every well imagine a bunch of haggard bearded foreigners tramping up to visit Him. "But his natural courtesy forbade him to give expression to this in so many words, and when we left he graciously congratulated us on 'nearly reaching the summit of Chomolungma.'" 

8 comments:

  1. Garbage is the least of what's left up there. The mountain is littered with dead bodies. Many/all? of the dead remain there. They found Mallory's body 50 years after he died. The cold prevents the bodies from decaying. Isn't that a pretty picture? The majestic mountain, a dream of so many people, littered with thousands of oxygen tanks, literal crap, garbage, and dead bodies.

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  2. This line: (one analysis of a British failure in the 1930s determined that success would certainly have been theirs "were the mountain smaller."), brought up another bizarre British statement, I think from the 1980s..
    There was a bus line that ran from one small English town to another, with several stops in between. The buses were always late. The company's explanation was the bus would've run on time, but they had to stop & pick up & discharge passengers, so they were always late.

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  3. Someone Instagrammed this utterly bizarre photo of what's almost literally a conga line of climbers just before the summit. Apparently there are so many that they get held up and, due to the 20+K elevation, risk dying of oxygen deprivation. It's like an attraction at some deadly version of Disneyland.

    Also...what did you mean by "cheated with oxygen"? Is carrying along an oxygen tank cheating in your book? That seems...harsh. (Now, if you want to argue that hiring a sherpa to carry the oxygen constitutes cheating, I might go along with that.)

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    1. I was making fun of those who insist on climbing without oxygen, the idea being, apparently, that using it diminishes the achievement.

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    2. Oh, OK. Sometimes I can be a bit too...literal.

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  4. My old friend Paul Hockey was the first with a disability to climb Everest - with one arm.

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  5. I should have realized that. Just more synapses disintegrating.

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  6. All I know is, I’d be pretty annoyed by one of my loved ones dying in this quest. For what? On the other hand, I guess it’s people like these who keep mankind advancing over the years.

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