I’m not a big fan of autobiographies.
usually when people recommend me a book from this genre we have the same type of conversation (I swear, it already happened at least three times) which sounds something like this:
hey, you have to! read this book
uhm… i will check it out on goodreads sometime...
no, I mean like asap
look, autobiographies just not my cup of tea, i know, that’s odd
*suspicious look*
if you are just not interested in my recommendations thats ok, you can just say it, I won’t blow up
agh, seriously, can’t find myself enjoying reading them
but you love books, you read even crappy ones, you also love people... even crappy ones, and claim to be a good listener
I KNOW! right? I still can't figure it out, why? WHY? *this is the part where I start whining about it*
I can’t quite explain the reasons why i dislike those books as much, suppose that's because of the fact, that autobiography is usually written by the person who is not a writer, and a solid book is just to big of a challenge.
but once in a while there is a biography that turns out to be a berry.
this one certainly was.
there is nothing in this life that makes me more frightened, anxious and yet excited then mountains.
for now, all that I do is quietly worship and respect them from the distance. gathering every information I can find, tracking specialized sites and wondering what bank i have to rob so I can find money for all of this stuff.
to step away from me, myself and I, and add a few words about book itself (which I *ahem* rarely do here). Messner is definitely an outstanding person, a true pioneer and a man who has pushed the boundaries of mountaineering, without questions he’ve done some crazy things in life, such as solo ascent of Mt.Everest withal without supplemental oxygen, was the first climber to ascend all fourteen peaks over 8,000 metres was a member of the European Parliament, live in a castle… and I will stop here cos its not even a half of his achievements.
There is always a controversy around him, he has as much supporters as “haters” (ok, maybe more supporters) and I can see why people can't stand him sometimes)) But for me his egocentrism was understandable, and I probably will call it healthy egoism. And I had no problem understanding his decisions during the book.
supposedly, I enjoyed this book more than other autobiographies also because of the reason it’s not quite one, it’s written in a form of an interview between Messner and Thomas Hüetlin, an award-winning German journalist.
overall, to sum up, maybe..maybe if you are not an “aspiring startupper”, you like mountains, personalities as Sherlock Holmes and House, and about to read one of the Richard Branson's book, pick this on first. I liked it more.