No Fear

Hidden Cities: Travels to the Secret Corners of the World's Great Metropolises by Moses Gates

Moses Gates is the kind of guy, who after a few shots of hard liquor (indeed he recommends it for his adventures), decides to go and climb the Brooklyn Bridge. And if he can convince the pretty girl in the bar to accompany him, the two of them can make out on the top of the bridge.

Mr. Gates does not limit his climbing adventures to New York City and its bridges and the Chrysler Building. He has climbed Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris and been arrested for it.

Mr. Gates does not limit his adventures to the sky, he also has explored the Sewers of Paris and Moscow and ventured down a subway track or two in NYC.

Below ground or Above, Way Above, Ground; heights or narrow subterranean tunnels; Mr. Gates has no Fear. But he is human and he does have fear, he just doesn't explore it in his book.

If you have always wanted to take up this sort of thing, Mr. Gates has some good suggestions on how to do it. His book is a quick and thrilling read, like his adventures, with only a few rest stops for autobiographical details and love life failures that never really explain why a perfectly ordinary guy would do this sort of thing. Well, liquor is the reason for that. That is what I understood from his book.

Traveling...

Eighty Days: Nellie Bly and Elisabeth Bisland's History Making Race Around the World by Matthew Goodman


Jules Verne was a very popular Science Fiction author of the late nineteenth century (before it was called "Science Fiction") who wrote a book, Around the World in Eighty Days, about a stodgy upper class Englishman who mixed too much gin and Napoleon brandy one night at his Men's Club in Kensington or Mayfair or where ever they have those sort of clubs, and got the idea to circumnavigate the globe ("This rounded and filled in and three dimensional 'O'", as Shakespeare would have called it if he were dealing in the three dimensions and time and space and had forgotten the beats in blank verse) in eighty days.

The Englishmen at his club were all betting men and took him up on it to the tune of half of his not inconsiderable fortune (you think that they let any one into those English Men's Clubs in Trafalgar Square?). And the Englishman took off to see the world. He was aided by the fact that the British Empire stretched across the globe, and in his travels, he could pretty much avoid the worldly riffraff who did not speak English or did not adhere to the punctuality of the British railways or steamships. The British pound was also a great help in his travels, it was a good as gold.

So much for Napoleon and his brandy, the British made an Empire that he could only dream of creating.

Nellie Bly was an intrepid girl reporter (she was 25, but "girl" makes her spunkier than "woman" and every one likes a Spunky Girl), who in her career at The New York World newspaper in the 1890's went undercover at the Woman's Insane Asylum to discover and report on its abuses and who joined the women's sweatshop brigade to report on the abuses suffered by the working girls of New York City---the "legitimate" working girls not the prostitutes. She never got that far in her undercover adventures as to take up prostitution.

Miss Bly liked to stand up for the working women and men and report on their lives. She didn't care about the New York City Robber Baron clans who ruled the papers with their money and their antics.

Miss Bly read Mr. Verne's book about traveling the world and spent several days perusing steamship schedules and railway schedules before she went into her editor's office and pitched the story that she, a girl with pluck and spirit, could beat the record of circumnavigating the world in eighty days, all by herself. Sales of the newspaper were dropping off and the editor accepted her story pitch.

Miss Bly went to her tailor and had him make her a traveling suit that would stand up under travel for under eighty days and packed her carpet bag, she was traveling light, no trunks or suitcases, and set off from New Jersey on a steamship across the Atlantic to some fanfare. The World made some money and increased its subscriptions on publicizing her trip around the world. Where in the World was Nellie Bly? (Carmen San Diego, you are such a poseur!)

But meantime unknown to our intrepid girl traveller and reporter, Nellie Bly, another "lady" traveller, Elisabeth Bisland, an editor for Cosmopolitan magazine was going to make the same world trip starting in NYC and going in the opposite direction, across the United States first.

The "Filly" Horse Race was ON! Who would win? Bets were taken and The World organized a sweepstakes, offering a all expense paid visit to Europe for the person who guessed the correct time that Miss Bly would alight from her train in New Jersey after her round-the-world trip. Of course, the arrival time was narrowed considerably by noting the arrival of the cross country train from its schedule.

This book follows the travels and adventures of our Traveling Ladies.

If I had been required as a traveling companion for either of the Ladies, I would have travelled with Miss Bisland. She actually did some sight-seeing and enjoyed her visits to other countries. Miss Bly was the proto-typical American traveller, she had to be somewhere and she had to be there in a hurry. Miss Bly was more worried about winning the race and making the trip in under eighty days to actually enjoy her travels or to notice much of anything around her.

Miss Bly was also an American chauvinist and nationalist. She brought American dollars and British pounds with her on her trip and was annoyed that no one wanted the dollars, the British pound was the desired world currency. Miss Bly also found that the British flag flying everywhere that she went was also an irritating sight. Ah Miss Bly, you were about fifty years too early on your world travels.

But then, Miss Bly did get to meet and visit with Mr. Verne on her world trip.

Lazy Readings

I am still reading away, just a little too lazy to post about any of the books.

But now, back to the books that I have read.

1. Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino

IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.	5
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,	10
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

From Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The story goes that Mr. Coleridge was writing the above poem in haze and daze of Opium induced delusion when some one knocked on the door and Mr. Coleridge gave up on the poem to entertain his guest---even Opium can't ruin the manners of a polite poet. When the guest left, Mr. Coleridge took a deep puff of the Magic Elixir, Opium, and tried to go back to his writing, but he had forgotten the rest of the poem. The moral of this story is that Opium and Manners don't mix.

Mr. Calvino, in his book, decided to continue Mr. Coleridge's poetry fragment by narrating a conversation between Marco Polo, famed Traveller, and the Kubla Khan, ruler of half the world, about the cities of the Khan's kingdom which was so vast that the Khan never visited most of them.

I like travel books even when they are about imaginary kingdoms and cities and this book is about the imaginary kingdom of the Khan.

Calvino---I wonder if Mr. Calvino was a Protestant? A Calvinist sort of Protestant?

2. Pierrepoint

Albert Pierrepoint was an English Hangman, back when Great Britain still had state executions, who hanged around 400 convicted criminals among them the staff of the concentration camp, Bergen-Belsen. He was accounted to be very good at his job. But he outlived his executing and took up campaigning against state executions at the end of his life.

This just goes to show that one's Youth and Old Age are two very differently experienced  life periods for many people. One is not the same person that one used to be.

3. Alone on the Ice: The Greatest Survival Story in the History of Exploration by David Roberts

How I love any Arctic or Antarctic exploration stories of the nineteenth and twentieth century.

This one is about an Australian Explorer named Douglas Mawson, who after exploring with Ernest Shackleton, mounted his own Exploration Expedition and saw much more of the Antarctic than he expected or wished to. He ended up dragging his own dog sled (the dogs had all been eaten) for thirty days, ALONE by himself, in the inhuman desolation of Antarctica, back to his base camp which was located on the Windiest Place in the World.

Meanwhile, back at his base camp, the telegraph operator went insane and either wouldn't sent anyone's telegrams or sent indecipherable telegraphic ravings to the outside world about his persecution and perilous escape from being murdered by the remaining crew of the expedition at the base camp. It was wild times in Antarctic Exploration, those Aussies know how to party.

4. The Dinner: A Novel by Herman Koch

This is a murder mystery where the reader only regrets at the end that all the obnoxious characters, and they are many, weren't murdered.

In the Arctic

The Ice Balloon by Alec Wilkins

At the turn of the 19th Century into the 20th, one of the Great Adventures and Explorations was the physical trip to the North Pole, magnetic and geographic. Another Great Adventure and Exploration was the discovery of the Famed Northwest Passage from the Atlantic Ocean Across Northernmost America to the Pacific Ocean. From the sixteenth century onward, Europeans and later North Americans attempted to make it to the North Pole or across the Northern Arctic Archipelago from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific.

The Great Problem of a Trip to the North Pole was the fact that there was no Northern Continent like the Southern Continent of Antarctica to hold the Pole. In the Northern Arctic, there was the ever moving ice and frozen sea that impeded any journey to the North Pole. Ships could go so far in some years and then not go there in other years due to the changing ice. Ships were caught in the ice and some never got free of it and had to be abandoned. Arctic Explorers had to factor that the endlessly moving and forming and re-forming ice could trap them in an Exploration Trip for years before they could get out or be found or rescued.

The ice like time gave Uncertainty to the Venture. What was there to begin with might not be there later or have become something else unexpected in the future.

In 1897, a Swedish explorer named S. A. Andrée with two companions named Fraenkel and Strindberg attempted to be the first people (not even the Native Peoples cared to venture that far into the Uncertain North for no great advantage or rewards for them) to make it to the North Pole. Mr. Andrée's mode of transportation was a Hydrogen Balloon.

In that age, Mr. Andrée had no means of communication such as radio, he was going to use carrier pigeons to notify others (his country men and newspapers and the Royal Geographical Society of Britain) of his progress. He would also put messages on buoys that he would throw over the side and use the shifting ice to send the buoys to the Whalers who were the only people other than some of the Native Peoples to go that far North with any purpose other than Exploration.

Mr. Andrée and his balloon and companions like many Arctic Explorers disappeared into the North and was never seen again. He and his companions were lost in the Arctic.

In 1930, a Norwegian Sealing and Science sloop named the Bratvaag stopped at White Island in the Arctic Ocean and found the remains of Andrée's Expedition to the North Pole. Mr. Andrée and his companions had lost their lives and their heads, really, their bodies had no heads. Some diaries and pictures and artifacts and headless bodies were all that remained on the ice and trapped in the ice.

This book is about how it all came to that and naught.

The book also tells the horrific tale of Adolphus Greely, an American Explorer of the Arctic, who led an expedition to find the Lost British Expedition of Franklin who was trying to find the Northwest passage. (That is what Arctic Exploration was, some body was always looking not only for the North Pole or the Northwest Passage but also for some one who got lost looking for one or the other of the two.) Mr. Greely's Arctic Adventure makes the movies, The Thing or Hostel, look tame by comparison. Anything that an Imaginary Alien or depraved people can do to a traveller, the Arctic and Nature can do worse.

One amusing thing about Mr. Andrée's expedition was the fact that his companion, Strindberg, was confused with the playwright, August Strindberg; and Paul Gauguin, the painter, wrote to friend that he didn't understand why August Strindberg had taken it in his head to go to the North Pole in a balloon. August Strindberg also received a letter from his wife imploring him not to go exploring in the North.