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Desde los días de Hernán Cortés han circulado rumores sobre una ciudad perdida con inmensas riquezas escondida en alguna parte de Honduras, llamada la Ciudad Blanca o la Ciudad Perdida del Dios Mono. Los pueblos indígenas hablan de ancestros que huyeron a ese lugar para escapar de los conquistadores españoles, y advierten que cualquiera que entre a esta ciudad sagrada enfermará y morirá. En 1940, el periodista estadounidense Theodore Morde regresó de la selva con cientos de objetos antiguos, asegurando haber encontrado la Ciudad Blanca. Sin embargo, se suicidó sin revelar su ubicación.
Tres cuartos de siglo después, el escritor Douglas Preston se unió a un equipo de exploradores en una nueva aventura. A bordo de un viejo avión monomotor, y gracias a un avanzado dispositivo láser, descubrieron la imagen inconfundible de una metrópoli entre el denso follaje selvático. Aventurándose en esta tierra salvaje, Preston y el equipo de investigadores se enfrentaron a lluvias torrenciales, arenas movedizas, insectos portadores de enfermedades, jaguares y serpientes. Sin embargo, no fue sino hasta su regreso que la tragedia los golpeó: Preston y otros descubrieron que habían contraído una terrible enfermedad en las ruinas.
Intrigante e impactante, plagada de aventuras estremecedoras y dramáticos giros de tuerca, La Ciudad Perdida del Dios Mono es el recuento verídico de uno de los grandes descubrimientos del siglo XXI.
384 pages, Paperback
First published January 3, 2017
"People need history in order to know themselves, to build a sense of identity and pride, continuity, community, and hope for the future."The White City (aka the Lost City of the Monkey God) was a legend...until now.























People need history in order to know themselves, to build a sense of identity and pride, continuity, community, and hope for the future.
The White City, the City of the Monkey God, Kaha Kamasa -
There was once a great city in the mountains struck down by a series of catastrophes,
after which the people decided that the gods were angry and left, leaving behind their possessions.
Thereafter it was shunned as a cursed place,
forbidden, visiting death on those who dared enter.
This description evoked the retro adventures of Indiana Jones. I had listened to the audiobook, and the narrator tried to foster that essence with a slightly breathless delivery as though the speaker was rapt with wonder.
Perhaps I've read too many mysteries and thrillers during my life. Because as much as I enjoy travel adventures, I couldn't get swept up in this Mesoamerican puzzle of a practically unknown civilisation that had "vanished into the jungles" in the 1500s, leaving behind only fables of abandoned riches.
I believe that part of my response to this nonfiction account was because it felt so self-consciously styled to mimic the movie magic of an Indiana Jones adventure. There were colorful characters that I'd expect from the thriller genre. The ex-British SAS Andrew "Woody" Wood with his squinty gaze was introduced early on. Woody's job was simple - "to keep us alive." The shady mercenary-for-hire rogue was Bruce Heinicke, who may have resembled Jabba the Hut but whose past as a drug smuggler and artifacts looter made him an indispensable "fixer."
Challenges were, of course, numerous and came from both nature and man. The most prominent creepy crawler was the fer-de-lance, a yellow-beard snake that could squirt its lethal venom more than 6 feet and whose fangs could pierce practically any snake gaiters on the market. The rainforest was so dense that one could just wander 10 feet from others and become disoriented and lost. The threat from man came not from politicians but from narcotics traffickers. Even the bland language in the US State Department travel advisory couldn't disguise the fact that the Honduran government had no control over huge portions of their country.
With all these promising elements, Preston presented a colorful tale of intrepid film makers and archaeologists who discovered a never before excavated site deep in La Mosquitia. Their massive site wasn't found by happenstance but by expensive lidar (light detection and radar) technology. Surprisingly, the expedition had even received government support. The newly installed President wanted something that would not only attract tourist business but could help forge a Honduran national identity.
But then after recounting the actual visit to the "lost city" site (which was only about one-sixth of the book), at the two-thirds marker of the book, Preston detoured into leishmaniasis. This is a parasitical tropical disease, also known as white leprosy, which eats away at one's flesh. Half of the expedition team and its accompaniment of Honduran soldiers had contracted leishmaniasis after copious sand flies had fed upon them. The final chapter was filled with occasionally erroneous or inchoate musings, among which was the irony of their "Old World" selves from the "First World" getting afflicted by the dreaded "Third World" disease that had originated in the "New World." I didn't care for the patriarchal ramblings. Preston concluded his book with drama commensurate with its beginning:No civilization has survived forever. All move toward dissolution... None, including ours, is exempt from the universal fate.
Cue the music - dun, dun, dun.