Friday, December 12, 2008

This Cold Heaven: Seven Seasons in Greenland


#219
Title: This Cold Heaven: Seven Seasons in Greenland
Author: Gretel Ehrlich
Publisher: Vintage
Year: 2001
Country: Greenland
400 pages

She doesn't live in Greenland, but clearly has spent considerable time there over many years, and eaten a great deal of raw seal while crouched in the lee of a glacier, which is good enough for me.

Ehrlich's account of her multiple trips to Greenland is a bit like hallucinatory/incantatory Annie Dillard (e.g., Holy the Firm) crossed with Jon Krakauer and dusted with cocaine. Her account is sometimes lyrical and sometimes approaches word salad with associations that are difficult to track. Most of the time, though, her train of thought can be tracked, if not anticipated, and she evokes Greenland's climate so effectively that I was shivering while I read this on Oahu.

Ehrlich has made numerous long visits to Greenland and has become familiar with the land and the people, forging enduring and deep relationships. She is a motherlode of facts and brings in other travelers' narratives (and long glosses of these in some cases, such as Rockwell Kent). As some reviewers have noted (e.g., in discussing A Match to the Heart), she makes some jarring factual errors that should have been caught by an editor. For example, she asserts, "The glacier-carved seabed was 1,000 kilometers deep" (p. 81). This is 1,000,000 meters. Since the Marianas Trench, the lowest point on the globe, is about 11,000 meters deep, Ehrlich probably meant "meters." Because Ehrlich is working in the nature/travel genres as well as the ecstatic/poetic, errors of this sort are all the more jolting.

I enjoyed Ehrlich's reports and musings despite some repetition borne of not revising and harmonizing segments that were first published elsewhere. She has had some magnificent adventures. I'd have liked to know more about her relationships and what her journeys meant to her personally. Though she names emotions, the text comes off as quite distanced and cerebral.

At the same time as I enjoyed the narrative, I was troubled by some of Ehrlich's behaviors and risks that seem foolhardy. These are foregrounded by the history of cold-weather exploration and sport, where small preparatory omissions and lack of planning has destroyed entire teams and expeditions. In one instance, her luggage is lost and she is wearing inadequate clothing. It appears that she simply ignores this rather than borrowing or buying, say, a good coat. This seems counterphobic, negligent, impulsive, or all three. Chris McCandless, the subject of Krakauer's Into the Wild, was soundly excoriated for much less. The difference is that he died and Ehrlich has not. That's a thin line, and I do wish she'd take better care of herself.

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