It is a story of imperialistic dreams, misogyny and classism, but also of enormous courage, high ideals, duty—and of course, love.
from Widows of the Arctic Ice by Anne Fletcher
I was perhaps twelve years old when I picked up a book from my father’s bookshelf and started reading. The Great White South by Herbert George Ponting captured my imagination. It was my introduction to Robert Falcon Scott and his fated Antarctic expedition.
For years, Scott was my hero. Later in life, I continued to read books about the expedition. When the author shared her book on social media, I knew I had to read Widows of the Ice. And it is as fascinating and emotional as I thought it would be.
To the women they married, the great explorers offered more than their glamorous celebrity; they promised an exciting life, vicariously lived.
from Widows of the Arctic Ice by Anne Fletcher
In the early years of the twentieth century, the race to the South Pole was a point of nationalist pride. Britain’s international power was waning and they needed heroic deeds to boost its image and reinforce its dominance. After Shackleton and Scott’s failed attempt to reach the pole in 1902, Scott planned another attempt in 1911. The Norwegian Admunson also planned an expedition. It became a race to the pole. Scott arrived too late, and the demoralized team of Scott, Ted Wilson, Edgar Evans, Henry Bowers, and Lawrence Oates died of frostbite and starvation eleven miles from a food depot. Nearing death, Scott wrote in his diary, “For God’s sake, look after our people.” Their story captured the public’s imagination.
Three of the men left behind wives.
Scott had married Kathleen Burns, a woman who combined traditional values with a courageous and independent mind. She slept outdoors, studied sculpture with Rodin, and loved to vagabond world wide. She was waiting for a hero to marry, planning to birth a heroic son. Scott was her man, and she more than supported him, she encouraged him to take risks. James Barrie, godfather to their son, called Kathleen “half man, half woman.” They named their son Peter after Peter Pan.
Ted Wilson was an artist and naturalist, a man of deep Christian faith. His wife Oriana was his soul mate, artistic and intelligent, with a faith that matched his. She shared his interests and supported his part in the expedition as ‘God’s will.’ Ted had been with Scott on the Discovery expedition, leaving his new bride, and was called upon to join Scott on this new venture.
Edgar Evans was a strong, capable man much beloved by Scott. He was a common sailor, without status in Edwardian society. He served with Scott in 1899 they took to each other, Scott admiring his strength and humor. He joined the Discovery crew and returned a hero. He soon married his cousin Lois, and they found themselves propelled into public notoriety. Edgar was unfaithful, but Lois stuck by him and bore three children. She endured his loss with the least financial support, and was shunned by Kathleen Scott and forgotten by the public.
Fletcher offers so much in this book. I learned about the men and their private lives, and the women they loved and married and left behind. The interrelationships between the men, their lives during the expedition, and their deaths. The publicity positive and critical that impacted the legacy of the deceased and colored the lives of their family.
I was totally engaged by this well presented multiple biography. It’s a must read for those interested in British history, social history, women’s history, and of course polar exploration.
I received a free ebook from the publisher in exchange for a fair and unbiased review.