Tuesday, March 5, 2013
I do not know why, but this book is probably the most difficult thing that I have ever had to read. It is not the content, or the style, but the way that it is written. For some reason, more so than any other adventure or fantasy narrative that I have ever written, this is nearly unbearable. When Simpson breaks his leg and describes his injury I almost cringed in real life. Perhaps I feel this way because it is a true story, but I literally had to put the book down and stop reading for a while. It just seemed too real and malicious to be true. I just had such a vivid picture of the pain and suffering that he was experiencing that I could not keep on reading. It is one thing for people to read about death and suffering in long lost history text books or fictional stories, but a real first hand account is something completely different. Reading this almost felt like watching a snuff film or something awful like that. It was too real and drawn out; it was painful to read because it made me feel sadistic to have the book in my hands. Honestly, I think that if I had the choice I would not have finished the book. I am proud of him for making it down the mountain and surviving his one in a million ordeal and I think that it is something worth celebrating, but I had no desire to live the experience as Simpson wrote it.