The bare facts of this story speak for themselves. In 1914, Ernest Shackleton set out on the Endurance on a mission to cross Antarctica via the pole. But his ship did not even reach the southern continent, instead getting trapped in floating ice during their approach. They drifted helplessly for months, until the ice finally crushed and sank the ship. The crew then set up a camp on the ice flow, floating for several months more, hoping the winds and waves would push them toward land. Eventually they set out on the Endurance’s lifeboats and, after five awful days in horrible seas, the crew of 28 reached the isolated and desolate Elephant Island.
Deciding that rescue was unlikely from such a remote place, Shackleton and five others took one of the lifeboats and, after two weeks, reached the scarcely more hospitable South Georgia, where he had to endure hurricane-force winds and climb an unforgiving landscape in order to arrive at the whaling station on the other side of the island. Once there, he was finally able to summon aid. The three sailors who had been left on the other side of South Georgia (too weak to make the hike) were picked up, and then Shackleton began organizing the far more difficult task of retrieving the 22 men stranded on Elephant Island. Thus commenced months of Shackleton scrambling to find a suitable boat, heading south, and then being repelled by ice—until, finally, on his fourth attempt, Shackleton got through and rescued his crew, with no lives lost.
Yet this eventful tale is only half the story. Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, the other contingent of the expedition was encountering their own troubles. This is the group known as the Ross Sea Party, who were tasked with setting up supply depots for the second half of Shackleton’s polar crossing. After reaching land and depositing a shore party, that boat (the Aurora) was torn from its moorings by the ice, and drifted for half a year before the ship broke free. Too damaged to attempt a rescue mission for the stranded shore party, the ship had to return to New Zealand before finally rescuing the men in 1917. (The shore party had, meanwhile, dutifully set up the supply depots—obviously unnecessary, since Shackleton did not make his crossing—and in the process lost 3 men to the harsh conditions.)
Clearly, as even this thumb-nail sketch shows, this is an epic story, one of the great survival stories of history. Shackleton has been justly lauded for his leadership, which helped to avert a tragedy and to turn a failure into a triumph. Yet is this book—Shackleton’s own account of the voyage—the best one available? Unfortunately, I rather doubt it. The book often reads like (and, sometimes, literally is) a series of diary entries, written in stiff, clipped prose with no eye for the dramatic. Yes, this does make the book more “authentic,” but at the cost of making a thrilling story a bit dry.
Even so, it was amazing to read about this journey in the light of the Endurance’s recent rediscovery (in the “worst portion of the worst sea in the world”). The boat’s name is not ironic, after all. More alarming is the recent news that temperatures in Antarctica were recorded 70 degrees Fahrenheit (or 40 Celsius) above normal. Perhaps, when we are done altering the climate, we will be able to stroll across Antarctica in jeans and a sweater. On the plus side, unlike Shackleton and his crew, we won’t have to rely on a steady diet of hoosh, seal blubber, and penguin meat.
In any case, I think it does me good to read survival stories such as this. It helps to put my petty problems in perspective. No matter how bad a day I am having, at least I am not stranded on a floating chunk of ice.