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by Clint Willis, James Adams (Narrator)

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Genres: Mountaineering, Nonfiction, Adventure, Climbing, History, Travel, Sports

Audiobook

First published January 1, 2006

Reviews

[Matt]

I recently returned from mountaineering school in the Cascades. I went in the hope of familiarizing myself with the techniques and skills to be a competent follower of a guided trip up some larger mountains, such as Rainier, Aconagua, or Denali. The mountains inspired me to know the history of mountaineering. Amazon recommended "The Boys of Everest."

I'd heard of Mallory and Hilary, of course, but never of Chris Bonington and his "boys" (including Hamish McInnes, Don Whillans, Ian Clough, Joe Tasker, Peter Boardman, Doug Scott, etc.) Apparently, according to Clint Willis, they revolutionized climbing. I don't know how, because the book doesn't give a great deal of context. What it does, mainly, is give a step by step account of seemingly every climb these guys did, from the Bonatti Pillar and the Eiger's North Face to K2 and Everest.

Willis gives the briefest of biographical sketches (and even briefer skethces of the women left behind), then jumps into the expeditions and the minutiae of some of the world's most famous climbs. At first, the detail is thrilling. You are there, turn by turn and step by step as the climbers cross glaciers, lay anchors, and tap in pitons. You get a sense of the sheer output of energy needed to get to the top. After 500 pages, though, it just gets repetitive. One excruciatingly difficult climb blurs into another.

Throughout the climb, Willis intersperses the thoughts of his characters at certain points along the trek. The detail of the thoughts is almost novelistic, and you think, geez, these guys either left behind great memoirs, letters and diaries, or Willis scored some sweet interviews. Then, however, Willis starts relating the thoughts of dead men: what one climber felt as he fell off a cliff; what another sensed as he was buried by an avalanche. No one could know what these men felt in their last moments. They died alone and left no remembrances or witnesses. It is clear that Willis is either inferring from some other source, or making stuff up; however, he never goes to the trouble of telling the reader: "hey, I'm speculating." This is questionably ethical and calls everything else into question. The most glaring example of this is a reconstruction of Joe Tasker's and Peter Boardman's deaths near the Three Pinnacles of Everest's Northeast Ridge. Willis recounts the episode factually, as though he'd interviewed God and God told him the entire sad tale. Willis writes that Tasker gave up, Boardman tried to help him, then gave up too. The fact is, no one knows what happened to these two men. Tasker's body was never found.

When I go to the mountains, everything else slips away. You are reduced to the primitive, fundamental aspects of life. You expend a great deal of energy melting snow for water; cooking food; staying dry; staying warm; keeping hydrated and covered. From dawn till dusk, you are moving with purpose, because there are always things to be done, and everything takes longer at altitude. You don't think of your life back home: the lost loves, your finances, your job, politics, sports. These things are pushed away. Indeed, you can't think of these things, because if you lose focus for even a moment, you can kick a bad step and find yourself sliding down a glacier. This is why I go to the mountains. Hilary put it best: "It is not the mountains we conquer, but ourselves."

Willis spends a lot of time trying to explain why his characters went to the mountains over and over, leaving behind their wives and girlfriends, often leaving their friends on the mountains. It's an honorable attempt, but his rationales are too ephemeral and abstract and fall short of Hilary's assessment. Indeed, an epigram at the start of the book concisely states what Willis takes 500 pages to do: "Men who go to mountains are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion."

The book could've used a lot more explanations of climbing tools and techniques. To fully enjoy it, you either need to do further reading or have a secondary source at hand. Willis never really explains what he means by pitons, prusik knots, running belays, and the like. I knew most of what he was talking about from my own limited experience, but I definitely could've used a little expansion on the foundations of my knowledge.

This story is a litany of dubious triumph and real tragedy. If you've never been to a mountain top, or had that desire, you won't understand what made these men go, even as they die one by one in the pursuit. Reading this book won't solve that riddle. However, if you can understand what drives these men, before you even crack the cover, then you will be treated to a strong retelling of some famous climbs (excepting, of course, Willis's recounting of their deaths, which can only be based on assumption and speculation).

[Eric_W]

As someone who has never, will never, and wants never, to climb even a hill without a path and ice cream shop every mile, I remain somewhat perplexed by those who feel they must endure freezing cold, ridiculous food, tea all the time (if you’re British), and the constant risk of death. But these psychotics are great fun to read about. I’ve read several mountaineering accounts, and not just for the feats of climbing, but the internal and external personality conflicts, as well.

One wonders in books like this just how much of the internal thinking reported can be relied upon. One Amazon reviewer who claims to be a moderately successful climber himself (I certainly can be no judge) echoes my concern. “...shows to be invented material on thoughts and motivations of the people about whom he writes. I am suspicious of this practice and it may well be that it says more about our Clint than it does about our Chris.” *

In the aftermath of Tony’s death, one of women at the base camp notes she had begun to “fear people who didn’t know any easier way to be happy.” That certainly sums up one attitude toward these overgrown children. Willis doesn’t call them “boys” lightly.

Climbing techniques were changing and Chris Bonington, a constant in Willis’ book and known as a more than competent climber and organizer, soon realized that the techniques of mountaineering had changed. The practice of large groups with multiple base camps, lots of supplies, many sherpas, fixed ropes to ease passage between base camps, was losing favor to smaller, lighter attacks on summits, more in the tradition of Alpine climbers.

The larger question is whether the author gets it “right” when he discusses motivations and the ethos of climbing. I suspect he does, but have no way of knowing. Nevertheless, this book is intriguing and riveting, a real page-turner.

Audiobook ably read by James Adams

*Ref: http://www.amazon.com/review/R293TC13...

[Nigel]

I've been reading climbing books for many years now and found that they can be rather variable. Books on Everest will tend to crop up quite often as Everest is perceived as the big challenged (kind of ignoring the many mountains that are actually harder in many ways).

While this is called the "Boys of Everest" and does focus to a substantial degree on the highest mountain it really is a book about a climbing generation - Bonington's boys. This is not a clearly defined group of people but those who tended to climb together quite often and were arguably the best UK climbers of a generation. I found that this perspective and from someone outside the group but with real climbing knowledge, worked well for me looking at different expeditions and mountains over maybe 25/30 years. In particular this book covers a real change in approach to climbing moving from large supported expeditions into far small alpine style summit attempts.

The stories are movingly told at times, the dead, the dying and the survivors all have their parts to play. As I've often found being a successful climber may well not make you a real team player and some of the characters do seem quite flawed as other books have suggested. If I have any complaint it would be that I think the author ran out of steam in the last 25% or thereabouts of the book. The level of detail diminished and became rather brief. However I'd recommend it to anyone with an interest in this field of human endeavour - interesting insights.

[Chris Stewart]

I enjoyed this book. That said, I cannot honestly say that I thought it was a particularly well written one. Willis has obviously researched this material thoroughly and although impressive, it is the manner in which it is presented. It is not put together as a factual analysis: as Boukreev's "The Climb" or Ed Viesturs' "K2" is, but a third person narrative derived (I assume) from the climbing journals, interviews and existing literature on the subject.

My main disappointment is the constant utter nonsense descriptors Willis uses to supplement the factual details. Each description of emotion and thought, or setting and place is crowbarred in using inappropriate imagery and flowery language that does not compliment the technical detail of the climbs themselves. I have never seen so many "as ifs" and "just likes" in one place.

He also fails to explain many of the thoughts or emotions the climbers may, sorry DO have throughout their experiences. An example:

"...the four climbers slept like animals in their den. Chris woke once in that night in the murky cold with a feeling that he had abandoned his life. The morning came..."

I can only assume that this insight was gleaned from a diary or journal of Bonnington and the boys, but Willis neither explains nor quantifies why he had the "feeling that he had abandoned his life". It's just I nice thing Willis found and stuck it in. If Willis as a writer cannot explain that thought or feeling then it should be omitted. For me this book contained far too many of these examples.

The point of view itself is not the issue I have, nor is it the speculation of the emotions a climber may have as they plummet to their death (yes, that is actually in there). It is the suggestion that is what they "did" feel rather that what he "may" have felt without filling in the process behind it. Speculate by all means, but do not just stick it in! A simple "Perhaps it was because..." lets us see that he has put some thought behind it.

There is a certain romanticism or reverence authors can have with their subjects that I dislike. The content is delivered in a specific way that avoids any criticism, or failings in character; like Krakaur does with Chris McCandless in Into the Wild, where he "speculates" much of McCandless thoughts on particular subjects and presents them as fact. He positions McCandless as an anti-establishment romantic adventurer, and not the troubled young man he most likely was. Or Virginia Cowles does with Sir David Sterling in The Phantom Major, where he was the sole driving force on the SAS, and where not enough credit goes to the other founding members, especially Paddy Mayne.

I am willing to believe that these are in fact the thoughts and feelings Willis has found through his research on the many climbing journals, but I would have liked to see them presented as a factual document the way Viesturs' K2 does, and not infer much of the groups experiences.

[Elmarcel]

Mostly in the context of how you would want to read climbing books, and the other available literature.

There is a lot of "train of thought" and "imagery" in this book. Which is weird, as the author was not present, and doesn't have this info from the actual climbers. He is a climber, luckily, so it isn't all made up. The only problem is that his descriptions are hilariously bad, to the point of becoming comical. I wish I had it on hand to make some comments. It's a painful, painful read. Read any other climbing book, plz.

The only reason I got anywhere with this book was because I was confined to the lavatory, and it was the only one I had.

[Ross Leblanc]

This author is a douchebag. Let's focus on his picture in the back of the book: Wisping long hair with flashes of professorial gray just north of a shit-eating grin. A smart crew-neck sweater and pair of jeans just so you know he's casual-cool. And to top it off he's sitting, almost seductively, on a pile of logs so we all know he's an outdoorsman. Who chopped that wood Clint? I would've respected him more if he had been winking. It's clear to me he really wants to wink. And his name is Clint. Strike 8.

I don't trust him. He writes in too much detail of things which happened 20/30/40 years ago. There is no way he could know the exact sentiments or foot-placement on a non-event of a climb that happened in 1956. It became incredibly difficult to believe the rest of the book and it became more and more ridiculous.

I agree with what everyone else criticises this book for: he writes the thoughts of people just before they die. For example:

"His grief packs his mouth and his throat and freezes his face and neck. He struggles for breath, for coherence. He made a mistake and he is ready to forgive it, but there is no apparent need. He's grateful for that but he is distracted. He is swimming in a blue, blue light - it reminds him of something - and the snow keeps falling; the flakes touch the ocean and vanish." -Willis' description of what Mick Burke thought before he died alone at the top of Everest.

Good fiction but Clint has written a non-fiction book so the writing is disingenuous at best and I'd argue that it's disrespectful.

Furthermore I feel the book is entirely negative. It has an entirely negative vibe. Clint, motivated but hesitant to take on an endeavour idolizing those who have accomplished much more than he ever has on a mountain, sat pen in hand and forcefully decided to portray that each climber has the same love-hate relationship with climbing that leans more towards the 'hate' side(see what I did there? I "Clinted"). Perhaps, but hate won't drive you 28,000+ feet up a mountain. There is beauty in the struggle that Clint misses.

Not a fan of Clint.

Clint(just like saying it).

[James]

At best this is a "non fiction novel"

too much is fantasy made up by the author

[W. K. Sheldrake]

“The climbing was just an excuse to come to these places. Then at times the climbing became everything.” --Clint Willis

Calling all readers of Krakauer, Herzog, Bershears, Bookreev, Simpson, Tenzing, et al. Find this epic recounting 30 years of alpine expeditions executed by Englishman Chris Bonnington and his various motley crews--to summits, or not. The homage lionizes both the development and tradition of alpine-style ascents and the alpinist who summited, or not, as well as those who simply did not return.
Including the institutional, organizational and tactical details of expeditions, Willis dissects a world exclusive to a certain class of explorer/athlete socioeconomically tethered to privilege that allows delusions of grandiose accomplishment on the most grandiose scale. Bonnington discerning leadership assembles teams of astronauts coordinating moonshot-like “first” ascents in the highest ranges of the world.
Not all of them are “firsts,” per se, but at least English firsts, and often “firsts” earning notoriety for new, more perilous routes. The raw hunger for them charmingly and also disturbingly connects to a particular species of English fame. These are the aspiring Elton Johns and Paul McCartney’s of English climbing.
Willis’s exacting replays of climbs from climber’s POV, dissects painstaking climbing techniques and the often agonizing life-or-death choices of tactics founded on life-long experience (with rock,ice,snow,cold,exposure), steeled confidence, ambitious imagination, and sometimes blind faith: in extreme environs where one blunder or miscalculation means traumatic falls, wounding falls, disfiguring falls or deadly falls.
Willis also flays open climbing psyche, above and beyond (pun intended) personal and interpersonal psychology and politics (which are stacked onto the weight of an alpine expedition, in vitro and in vivo). Suggestions of addiction abide: to desire, compulsion, lusts, greed, gluttony, enthrall, to spellbinding vastness.
But more, these men are starvation artists, subsisting in oxygen deprived chambers of blinding white blocking out all but antarctic sensation and piled on with the workload and living conditions of a Siberian gulag run by a genocidal despot. (The sequence of description reminds us that a mountain climbed in this style is climbed multiple times, grueling supply movements supporting camps increasingly taxing altitudes.) Self mutilation, even in success, seems unconcerning.
The psyche under existential strain is ambient with noetic and poetic states of consciousness: the oceanic boundlessness of exposure incised with psychotropic focus--literally higher states of consciousness at altitudes not often visited where human consciousness grapples with places no one has ever been, and no one ever is until one human insect crawls upward there, truly alone. Sometimes there, a mountain perch is a riotous clerestory view into majesty of the heights; sometimes a mountain is as inescapable as fly paper that freezes one to it by the wings and until death.
Death indeed. More of Bonnington’s posse ends up dead than alive, and Wills writes as if always aware he is eulogizing them. The writing is never without homage freighted with quotable passages that one might request be read at the graveside, scripturally somber or joyful, esoterically dedicated to the professional and personal testimony of mountaineering and beckoning the reader to figurative and erotic comprehension of mind and world most of us will never visit.
Noticeable to me is that among all these mountains, God is mentioned by name only once. But if Augustine is right, “That we should understand by ‘mountain’ the supereminence of the love of Christ in life eternal,” then He is never not there in “ these places,” and it makes perfect sense that “the climbing became everything.”
PS Bonnington and several of his cohorts were also writers and should be read.

[Via]

FULLY yikes on this one. It's bad enough that Willis thinks he's Hemingway (he mostly writes in short, declarative sentences that -- unlike Hemingway's -- quickly made my eyes glaze over). I'd drop a quote here, but you'd stop reading. His prose is incredibly stiff and clunky, but that's not the biggest problem here. He also fails to adequately explain the effects of altitude on the human body and mind, or how our understanding of those things has changed since the time period he's writing about. Nor does he explain climbing techniques and equipment well. And we're STILL not to the biggest problem.

What I really have to condemn is Willis' failure to make clear when he's using source material, and when he's just imagining what the people he's writing about were thinking, feeling, and doing. There are no direct quotes in this book. None. There's no way for a reader to know what these people really thought and said, what they wrote in their diaries and letters, and what Willis fabricated.

This is incredibly disrespectful to the living, but it's even worse to do to the dead. I found Willis' choice to imagine not only what people were thinking as they died, but in some cases, HOW they died, grotesque and unethical. He doesn't even make it clear to the reader that that's what he's doing. He presents these scenes as fact. It's an erasure of real people and their real experiences. I hope that none of the loved ones these men left behind read this book, because I have to imagine it would be deeply painful, not to mention insulting.

Basically, this is a work of fiction written by a hack. If you want to read good non-fiction about mountaineering tragedies, check out Buried in the Sky: The Extraordinary Story of the Sherpa Climbers on K2's Deadliest Day or Into Thin Air: A Personal Account of the Mount Everest Disaster.

[Mike Courson]

(Book 7 of 2021) I didn't quite make it to the summit of this one. Doing the audiobook of about 16 hours and fell a few hours short. Definitely not the narrator's fault.

Having read some climbing books, most notably listening to this while simultaneously reading Krakauer's Into Thin Air, this one definitely fell short. Doing the audiobook, I'm sometimes distracted with a detail here or there. In this book, it meant I might go an hour without having any idea where the climbers were. The details were just too much. While I just figured out about 13 hours in I'd probably not finish, the reviews on here pointed on precisely why: way too much detail, especially for a writer who was not there. When done well the fictional aspect blends with the non-fiction and you believe what you are reading. I mostly did in this one but I can easily agree with the criticism.

I always gain a little something from a book, even one I do not quite finish. I had previously not heard of some of the mountains these men climbed, namely Eiger. I'm still gaining traction on climbing lingo and there are some nice descriptions of piton use here (though after several books I simply googled pitons and got a much better feel for how they work).

At 16 hours, the book itself must be quite long. That's a little testament to some historical research done by Willis, but also an indictment on his long descriptions that do not necessarily move the story along. And that's why I've stalled out some 300m from the summit. Maybe next time.

[Karen]

I liked this book because it gave me more detail on the technical aspects of climbing than most mountaineering tales do. On the other hand, it was odd that the author put thoughts and actions into the heads of dead men, trying to imagine, I guess, what they were thinking and feeling when they died climbing. Of course, we'd all like to know, but it takes it a bit far to actually imagine those thoughts and write them into the story as if they're part of the (non-fiction, supposedly) narrative.

Also, I have to admit I lost track every now and then of what mountain was being climbed ... was it Everest? K2? Annapurna? Dunagiri? Another? They were all climbed in this book, some more than once. I did especially enjoy the sections about climbs in the Alps ... those are rarely written about these days. The technical climbing is evidently quite difficult there, but because the altitude is less than the Himalayas, they are less written about in the past few decades. Less glory for the climbers, I guess.

Anyhow, if anyone is reading this review and can suggest other good mountain climbing tales, let me know. I've read a lot of them, but am always looking for more.

[Stephanie]

This book took forever to read because it never develops the characters -- who are real people -- to the point where you can actually distinguish them apart from each other and care about them. Essentially, the book details several climbs, in which someone feels spurned for not being invited, tension rises among the climbers while on the climb, and then at least one person dies. It's challenging to grasp the passage of time between climbs and they all start blending into one. The accounts are based on interviews the author conducted of surviving climbers, research at Britain's climbing clubs, and in some cases, the climbers contemporaneous journals. The weirdest parts about the book are when it describes several of the climbers last moments and depicts their thoughts. Huh? It's as though the author couldn't figure out whether to write non-fiction, memoir, or fiction. I think any one of the expeditions would have been enough for a book, but this was too disjointed to really enjoy, and it's not because I read it only while I was on airplanes this spring.

[Tyler]

My dad gave me this book last year for christmas (it was just as much for him as it was for me), he loved it and I hated it. This follows a revolutionary group of climbers along many trips of some of their best climbs and what happens to them along the years. If you are looking to read a climbing book that is not about everest or k2 this is a very good book. The Eiger in Switzerland plays and important role as well as others, but I can't say that I really enjoyed the book, although others have.

[Laura]

Interesting subject. Very comprehensive and detailed on the efforts of these adventurers. However, I was frustrated by the author's constant need to wax poetic on the thoughts of dying men. The presumption and creepiness of these lengthy monologues was off-putting as was the nasty swallowing sound the narrator kept making.

[Peter McGinn]

After having read some of the negative reviews here, I am almost reluctant to admit that I liked this book. I have read a LOT of books on mountaineering and have enjoyed just about all of them. I could tell as I read this that Willis was obviously inventing dialogue and describing scenes that no one could possibly know about, such as when a climber dies alone up in the snow and cold. This has enraged a lot of reviewers who only want to read works that are based on actual experience or firsthand accounts. That is fine and they should only read those books. But when we write or tell about our own experiences, don't we tend to gloss over things we did or said that we feel vaguely guilty about? Isn't it natural to make ourselves look a little better as we relate a story to friends or family, no matter what the story is about? It is natural. All I am saying is that even firsthand accounts are not a true and totally accurate depiction of events. Some people are more honest in memoirs or accounts than others. There can be several "true" versions of any event. Perhaps this book is less accurate than most, because he fills in material to deepen the descriptions, but that doesn't mean this book is a lie and all the others are the truth. They all reside somewhere on a scale of accuracy.

I seem to remember reading that Truman Capote received similar reviews when he wrote In Cold Blood, which was considered to be a new genre of book that he pioneered: a non-fiction novel. Now I am not saying the writing here is in Capote's league, but there have been a mountain of books, so to speak, that take actual events and retell them with parts filled in that are imagined as what might have taken place. These books range from straight historical fiction to books that are actually listed as non-fiction on book lists. Again, a sliding scale of accuracy.

I assume (perhaps naively) that the author bases at least some of the thoughts and feelings of the climbers represented here on their writings or, when possible, interviews with the climbers. In any case, these thoughts and feelings that he filled in made me think about what these men were going through much more than a straight retelling of each climb could do. And even though, as I said, Willis could have no way of knowing exactly how a climber died or what they felt or thought leading up to it, in the end I swallowed my disbelief because it was more interesting and thought-provoking than reading "And he was never seen alive again" several times.

I think it is probably accurate, if not specifically true each time, that at times these climbers' feelings soared while at other times they were miserable beyond belief. And that at times they were angry with their climbing partners and at other times they felt they loved them. So these depictions are most likely accurate but not specifically true as far as their thoughts are concerned - back to Capote's novelized non-fiction

These descriptions show some of the less admirable traits of some climbers, but overall it is a rousing tribute to them. I think part of the vehement reaction against it is because it is similar to one of those tell-all books of summit climbs (or any tell-all book). I am reminded of Where the Mountain Casts its Shadow, by Maria Coffey, which I have ordered and plan to read soon. She was married to climbing legend Joe Tasker. She apparently writes beyond the mystique and the comradery and bravery of the obsession that is competitive career mountaineering. After Tasker's death she discovered he had been unfaithful to her, as men often are in any line of work or social circle. So she wrote the book from a climber's loved one's point of view. She received a lot of flak around her book, but also a lot of support and encouragement.

There is always controversy when real people are represented in creative works and in creative fashion. I was bothered when the movie Cinderella Man came out, because it falsely represented the boxer Max Baer as a vicious thug. Actually he was a warm, generous person (except when he was punching you in the ring) who didn't really like hitting people but made a lot of money doing it. His son, the actor Max Baer, tried to set the record straight after the movie came out. But I don't believe this book falsifies events, misrepresents climbers or insults them. I think a grain of salt is required for most of the accounts of climbs and expeditions, and perhaps a larger grain of salt is needed for this one.

As for the quality of the writing, which has been trashed as well, I write novels and feel I am good at dialogue, and I found his scenes and conversation interesting and believable, though his prose is written in a fancier style than mine.

Hmm, talking about this has made me want to read In Cold Blood again.

[Roger]

I have read other books about mountain climbing, but this book detailed the climbing adventures of one man, Chris Bonington, and Englishman, and his climbs over a 30 year period. Some climbs reached the summit, many others did not. Along the way, many of his friends and climbing partners died either ascending or descending the mountains. What was unique, was the writer putting the reader on the mountain - feeling their exhaustion, facing the storms, feeling their hunger, thirst, and altitude sickness, facing injuries. Many of their climbs either ran out of supplemental oxygen, or they attempted climbs without using extra oxygen. Chris became a legend in the mountain climbing community for all the trips he led and / or participated in. Despite all his close calls, he outlived many of his contemporary climbers.

[Kat]

Somewhat embarrassingly now, I rated this author's climbing compilations (Epic, High and Climb) as 5*, but these books were read right at the start of my obsession with mountain literature and now I know better.

The content was mostly good, apart from when the author decided to guess at people's inner thoughts and feelings. Some of this was taken from climbers' diaries, but some was completely fictional as the climbers died before writing anything (ie Mick Burke and Joe Tasker on Everest and probably others).

Most of the climbs described are written about more comprehensively in the individual expedition books by the climbers themselves, so I'd recommend reading those books instead, but it does give a good overall view of the 60s-80s and some important climbs. If you can tolerate the wiffle.

[Apriel]

This book should really have been named Chris Bonington and all of his friends and every single hill and mountain they ever climbed! There were so many people and so many climbing expeditions that they eventually all starting melting together and became less exciting to read about. This could be partly because I was listening to the book rather than reading it hence my 3 star rating instead of the 2 stars I felt it deserved. I also rated it low because Willis wrote about things he couldn’t possible know such as what every climber who died was thinking and feeling and seeing as he died. That really annoyed me and was, in my opinion, unnecessary.

[BillReader]

The book gives a good insight into determination and single minded attitude needed to climb high peaks. The descriptive writing of the conditions encountered on the mountains transfers the reader. I love non-technical hiking in the mountains but this is far different, the book makes me question how people can suffer frostbite, broken bones and worse, the loss of friends and still go back. Worth reading if you like adventure but all trips have the same problems which is why only 3 stars. I would suggest dipping in and out

[Anton]

This is a great book about the realities of high altitude mountain climbing. The draw and pull of the mountains is real, and yet so deadly. Everyone who goes into these mountains knows the risks. This book puts all of this into perspective. I think that unless you've been in the mountains, climbing, feeling the draw of that one more summit, it would be difficult to understand why one would place themselves in such risky situations. This book gives insight into the minds of some of the greatest mountaineers.

[Daria Lynne]

If you climb, you will probably love the details of each climb in this book. Overall, it follows the careers of key British climbers in the 70s and 80s. It taps into their motivations obliquely, being strongest on the climbing details. Between the lines, it asks what drove them and whether it was worth it. The author does have a knack for beautifully imagining the deaths of climbers for us (we can't know, weren't there). Otherwise, this is a climb-focused book, with very short transitions between climbs and not as much reflection as I expected (though it was already over 500 pp!).

[Kinsleigh Sawatsky]

This book is overflowing with harrowing mountaineering tales, lucky saves, and immense tragedies. It's all the greatest hits of several young men in the hey day of climbing. While I did enjoy the stories, the book itself is trying to follow so many people on so many different climbs, that it's hard to follow along sometimes. I lost track of what mountain we were on, and who was on the team at any given time. That said, it's worth checking out if you like books about climbing!!

[Wayne]

I had to quit this book. It became incredibly boring. A play by play of every step of a climb. It became repetitive and I could guess what the author was about to describe. Worst part was author describing the final moments and thoughts of climbers before their death as if they were facts. Unacceptable!

[Peter L]

The Boys of Everest is about Mount Climbing after Mt Everest is climbed.

Book relates & defines 2 ways to climb & the struggles of each. Big English expeditions with lots of porters vs only a few climbers on a shoe string budget. But no matter the method there is still much danger.

[Marijn]

Pretty incredible summary of some of the greatest expeditions in Britisch climbing history. Not that I know a lot on the topic, but the pretty objective description of events left me speechless more often than not. Insights into the climber's diaries, thoughts, feelings...

[Jayjay Colley]

While I’m interested in this subject, and he does a great good exploring the biographies of this famous group of climbers… I really dislike how much the author inserts speculations of feelings and final moments into the book

[Kelly]

This was is an excellent read. I would highly recommend it to anyone with an interest in the history of mountaineering

[Susan]

An interesting story, but the writing was pretty dry. I kept thinking how much better Jon Krakauer’s book is.

[Carmen]

DNF— Simply not engaging.

[Mike]

Very detailed account of high-altitude climbing exhibitions. Probably too detailed for the non-climbers. I enjoyed it though.