The last book I read about polar exploration (a happy, if strange, little hobby of mine) was Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s splendid memoir, The Worst Journey in the World. That book told in self-deprecating but riveting prose the story of R.F. Scott’s doomed Terra Nova expedition, the one that failed to beat Roald Amundsen to the South Pole and lost several expert explorers along the way. Now I turn to Alfred Lansing’s classic, Endurance, which tells the story of the next great British Antarctic failure: Ernest Shackleton’s Imperial Trans-Arctic Expedition, aiming to traverse the polar continent from west to east.

Shackleton was no fool. He had been to the Antarctic several times before, once in fact with Scott, and he knew how to equip an expedition (and how not to.) He was one of the world’s great leaders: if you wanted meditation or thoughtfulness or tact, try Scott, but if certain death was staring you in the face, choose Shackleton, every time. The ship, the Endurance, was built so solidly, of greenheart, and triple-reinforced, that it could withstand any night collision with a rogue ice floe. Their stores were more than sufficient, and the small crew was seasoned, intelligent, and willing to work ridiculous hours in order to get the hard work done.

What they couldn’t predict — what it seems that no one has ever been able to predict in that part of the world — was the weather. The ship encountered pack ice in the Weddell Sea that made it impossible for them to proceed, and in January the Endurance froze fast in an ice floe. She stayed there, drifting with the current, for nine months. The following September — spring — the breaking up of the ice crushed the ship like a toy, and the men were adrift themselves, with nothing to protect them.

This is the impossible part, and the part that Lansing does so well. The men had to find their way to some scrap of land, no matter how uninviting, no matter that land was hundreds of miles off, no matter that threatening pack ice and stormy weather confronted them in every direction. They had to send a small party to try to reach inhabited country, farther still (this was 1914 — no radio.) And they had to return to the men who had stayed behind. Three tasks, each of them totally impossible: they didn’t have enough food, they were weak and exhausted, the weather was horrendous, their reindeer sleeping bags rotted, they could take no more than two pounds of personal possessions with them from the ship. (Shackleton himself left his Bible on the ice, taking only the fly-leaf that Queen Alexandra had signed, and the page from Job that reads, Out of whose womb came the ice? And the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.) And yet somehow every man of the expedition survived.

Lansing tells this story in a breathlessly readable way. I hardly wanted to put the book down. He makes it clear that Shackleton was a flawed leader, his pride making him difficult to approach, but he also creates a picture of a man who would make any sacrifice to keep his team alive, safe, and in good spirits. Each member of the team has a lively portrait painted: terse Frank Worsley, cheerful Tom Crean, the contemptible Orde-Lees (who reminded me greatly of Eustace Scrubb before he was turned into a dragon.)

Polar exploration is such a strange animal. The British had failed to reach the North Pole first, then they failed to reach the South Pole first, and there seems to have been some kind of national befuddlement: how could this be? How could Americans and Norwegians do this to us? So the trans-continental race was born, despite the fact that the first World War had just started. No one actually completed that journey until 1955, by the way, and they did it with Sno-Cats, tractors, and support aircraft. There, there, Shackleton.

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21 Responses to Endurance

  1. I’ve only seen the film with Kenneth Branagh, but what a horrifying and inspiring story—the age of exploration was odd in many ways.

    • Jenny says:

      It was, wasn’t it? I love reading about it for those oddities. So many explorers were complete looneys. I love that.

  2. bybee says:

    I loved this book. I didn’t know there was a movie version.

  3. Christy says:

    This sounds really good. I love suspenseful non-fiction.

  4. Alex says:

    I have a friends who’s obsessed with the Poles, reads everything there is about it, sees every movie. Last year his dream finally came true and he won a trip to Antarctica :)

    I’ll flag this book to him, thanks!

    • Jenny says:

      I’m sure he’s read it! Endurance is a classic. See if he’s read The Worst Journey in the World (also a classic.) My own reading about this has made me want to stay well away from Antarctica, myself. :)

  5. diana says:

    i read this book awhile ago….to dispose of food to lug rocks around……
    the writer anne fadiman has an obsession with polar expidition too which she talks about in her book ex libris…a really great book of bookish essays

    • Jenny says:

      When I read Ex Libris, I was delighted to see that she and I have the same Odd Shelf! (Of course, I hero-worship Anne Fadiman, so that was a great connection for me.)

  6. gaskella says:

    Shackleton is a hero!

    • Jenny says:

      He certainly seems to have been one of those slightly looney heroes that were bred in the age of exploration. Not to lose anyone on this particular voyage was a stunning feat.

  7. Jenny says:

    I can’t imagine being the person who decides, Hey, you know what would be fun? Discovering the South Pole! I partly think props to the people who are brave enough to try that, and partly cannot imagine trying something so crazy. Brrrrrrrr. I’m shivering just thinking about it.

    • Jenny says:

      No, and I feel the exact same way about Darkest Jungles and Burning Deserts and so forth. I like my comforts, me, and also not dying of dysentery or nasty parasites or what have you. But oh how I do love reading about it.

  8. Kevin Spacey narrated a documentary on the Shackleton expedition that is outstanding. Shackleton’s Antarctic Adventure, 2001. There’s also a Liam Neeson-narrated movie that I haven’t seen.

    THe films have two things the book does not. One, you can see the terrain, which is particularly important in the later mountain climbing part of the story. Two, those madmen took a movie camera with them, and some of the footage has survived.

  9. Jeane says:

    I really enjoyed this book. It was such a gripping read. Now I want to read Worst Journey in the World, too!

  10. Lesley says:

    I have a bit of a fascination with arctic exploration, I think it’s the Newfoundlander in me. :)

    I just finished reading The Terror, a fictionalized (and fanticized) account of the Franklin expedition. Have you read it?

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