When I was younger, in my late teens and early twenties, I never really believed I would climb Everest, but the idea, the fantasy, was certainly there. I imagined being among the elite few, the only one in my social group to do something so amazing. As I grew older, the optimism and dreams of youth faded, and what might have once been a burning desire, an unwavering determination, cooled to barely a flicker, a sad remnant of a larger flame. I soon realized that I would never be able to afford such an adventure. The staggering amount of prep, conditioning, courage, and determination needed to undertake such a venture are no longer within my reach - at least not as I sit here, typing a book review from the warmth and comfort of my living room. That, and my increasing aversion to the cold, do not bode well.
At the moment, I must live vicariously, taking part in such exploits through the stories of others. I've viewed many episodes of Man vs. Wild, and thourougly enjoyed watching Bear teach survival (and of course, entertain). I can't remember where I saw or heard that he had a book about his summit of Mt. Everest, but when I saw it on the shelf at a local used book store, I quickly snagged it up, using the remainder of my store credit. The book, as so many others, sat on my shelf for a few years. After watching Bear's newest show, Running Wild, I finally decided to dive in, thirsty for an adventurous true story. I found The Kid Who Climbed Everest a great read. Bear, as so many sarcastic and pretentious others have pointed out, is not a "writer". He doesn't fill his prose with metaphor and allegory, he doesn't approach his account with "beautifully crafted sentences" and fancy word choices, and he does't pretend to be something he is not. What Bear does is tell his story. I'm honestly not sure why so many reviews I cruised feel the need to harp on the editing and structure so much. It's as if they're personally offended somehow, or want the world to know just how "learned" and "intelligent" they are by nit-picking every little thing, instead of simply trying to enjoy what is there.
That's not to say there aren't a few issues here and there, or that in the hands of a more seasoned and talented writer the story could have been told "better", but those aren't the things I cared about. What I cared about, and really enjoyed, was Bear's honest storytelling. He takes us from the beginnings of his journey, which include his parachuting accident, recovery, finding sponsors, preparing, flying to Nepal, and making his way to base camp, to his ultimate summit, decent, and homecoming. Throughout the book I learned of the perils of climbing, the fascinating logistics involved in every facet of such an endeavor, and many of the down-and-dirty truths others might have glossed over for the sake of sparing the readers certain mental images. Bear isn't afraid to lay bare his thoughts, anxieties, and perceptions, or to express his faith and how important it is to him. I also beleive he did a great job of conveying the uncomfortable struggles faced on the mountain, as well as the experiences and feelings of those he was with. It was easy to imagine myself on the mountain with him. If nothing else, his story showed me exactly how much I would have to give of myself if I ever one day decided to actually pursue my own long forgotten dream of summiting the highest peak on earth.
I do wish there were more pictures for specific parts of the book. After a short reading session, I often found myself web searching, wanting to see what this amazing icefall or treachorous route actually looked like. I was certainly able to imagine them, but I longed to see if the actual sights matched what my mind had conjured. Not being a climber, I also had to pause every so often to look up a word for the exact definition, pronunciation, or even visual representation, but that's par for the course. I enjoy reading about something, and then researching deeper to gain a better understanding. And if I truly wanted a book with citations and notes and so on, I'm sure there are countless others that dive further into the intricacies of the vernacular and satisfy the need for a more "educational" experience.
Overall, I really enjoyed this book, and it did stoke that dwindling flame inside me. Though my dreams of actually summiting Everest are still buried deep, I think it might be enough for me to at least one day make it to Base Camp. I very much want to see some of these fantastic sights with my own two eyes, even if the dangers of going beyond keep my feet firmly off the ice.
Happy Reading!
JAM