After having devoured Conefrey's previous work concerning Everest and, more specifically, George Mallory, "Everest 1922: The Epic Story of the First Attempt on the World's Highest Mountain", I knew that I had to read this.
The first third of the book devotes a significant portion of its time towards acting as a modern day Mallory biography. Additional background is given to the events between 1922 and 1924, with our intrepid George travelling across a limited number of American cities in order to garner attention and, ultimately funds for the 1924 expedition. It was during these talks and subsequent interviews that his infamous quote originated. Mallory is a fascinating historical figure, obviously somewhat troubled under the surface of stoicism and a highly motivated individual which likely contributed towards his untimely and unfortunate demise.
The middle third focuses upon the events of the expedition itself, and highlights the terrible luck that they experienced (again) in trying to summit the highest mountain in the world. Three separate summit attempts where made, two of them by Mallory and one by Edward Norton and Howard Summervell. All of the preparation, and the lessons learned from 2 years earlier don't count for much when you are hanging 8,000m up in the air at -21 degrees Celsius (-5.8 freedom units) with half your team stricken by altitude sickness, severe wind chill, snow blindness and in the case of Edward Norton, your throat literally disassembling itself. The relevant background as to why George Finch, a central figure of the 1922 expedition was excluded from the 1924 attempt also made for very interesting reading. Whilst it is impossible to say that they would have succeeded had he been there, it is obvious that his handiwork and knowledge of the mountain was sorely missed.
When I was reading this middle portion I decided to look at some of the official expedition photos taken by John B. L. Noel and was astounded at what I saw. Not only do the black and white photographs give the mountain an eerie, ghostly and alien character, but in the majority of photos, the members of the expedition look like they are dressed up for an autumnal summit of Ben Nevis. Anyone who has worn leather boots in truly cold weather will attest as to just how insufficient they actually are.
The final third of the book focuses on the events on Everest post 1924, only loosely maintaining a focus upon Mallory and Sandy Irvine. Culminating in the eventual discovery of Mallory in 1999 at 8,156 m and speculating as to whether he actually reached the summit, the conclusions drawn are inconclusive and a little unsatisfying. Whilst the pragmatist in me realises that the duo likely did not reach the summit, I cannot help but wish they did. Ultimately, we will likely never know, with the sole hope now seemingly resting on the discovery of Sandy Irvine's alleged camera. Nothing on Mallory's body (now mysteriously absent from the mountain) provides a satisfactory explanation of events, and whilst Irvine's boot and foot emerged from the icy slopes in late 2024, his camera remains missing. Who knows that the next 100 years will bring...
7.5/10, rounded up.