She will break you. Will kill you.
Go! Win, you clever apes!
The font size in this book is huge. I mean, enormous. That is the first thing that struck me when I opened it. Put that aside though; it is just a literary amuse-bouche. Here is the thing. Antarctica is freaking terrifying. I'm kind of obsessed with it. & these guys? Are awesome. Falcon Scott! The press billed Scott's expedition as a race to the South Pole, but here is the best part: no it wasn't. I mean-- it was. Scott was trying for the pole, raise the Union Jack, & all that. & it killed him. The Pole wasn't the real goal though; it was a publicity stunt. In fact, the who thing was a scientific exploration. Not a competition. This book largely concerns a side-quest (what a geek I am...) of the mission-- a hunt for penguin eggs. In particular, to confirm or refute Haeckel's Ontology recapitulates phylogeny theories, since there were some who thought penguins must be the most primitive of birds, & therefore their egg'd foeti would have scales & teeth. Of course, going anywhere in Antarctica can basically kill you. Heck, orcas were hunting them on the ice! Spooky stuff. I gobbled it up. The end is awfully bittersweet; most of the survivors of the Emperor Egg expedition end up dying on the bid for the Pole-- & Amundsen & the Norwegians got there first, anyhow. Spoiler alert, history happened already! Anyhow, Scott said something about Amundsen's race for the South Pole-- "That this action is outside one's own code of honour is not necessarily to condemn it." I thought that was a pretty darned enlightened thing to say; honorable as hell, Falcon Samurai. Also, Scott was best friends with J.M Barrie & one of the letters he wrote as he froze to death was addressed to him?