
Under ordinary circumstances, I would post a headline on this blog like this one: “‘The White Spider’ by Heinrich Harrer Reviewed.” That is if I were to review The White Spider, so many years after it’s initial publication. It’s popularity hasn’t waned. If I were to claim to review the work, it would be like having the gall to review Into Thin Air and accuse Jon Krakauer of deceit and lies 30 years later. Not that I am a Krakauer fan, but who in God’s world would do such a mean thing?
All I am doing, really, is sharing my notes and thoughts on the climbing books anyway, which is in itself a review. They all deserve some criticism, I’ve realized, not because I didn’t enjoy it, but because nothing is perfect and I want you to know when I praise something, I mean it. I am also trying to be authentic.
So, Andrew, if this book has been available in English since 1959, before you were born, why are you just now sharing your thoughts about it? Good question; there has been so many good summaries recounting the first attempts of the Eiger’s North Face, including the failures, success, and the tragedies, that I have felt like I didn’t need to. Alpinist’s Mountain Profile across Issues 40 and 41 in two parts covered everything from the pioneers to Clint Eastwood. I even bought a print of the dazzling route map from Alpinist 41. The mountain’s North Face, the Eigerwand, has captured the imagination of climbers and armchair mountaineers alike.
Hugh Merrick translated Harrer’s work from German, and it’s charming. Some people think Harrer’s/Merrick’s 1950s contemporary colloquialisms are corny or make it distasteful to read. That’s fair, and possibly true, but part of me wants to write so that the reader is waiting just to see how I say what they expect. Of course, Harrer was probably took the windy way to get to the summit, but that’s what I like about a good walk. It’s only because of the invention of clocks and family and work expecting me to be someplace by a certain time.
The book also spends only a little bit of time on the first direct line ascent of the Eiger’s North Face in 1938. Harrer spends more time on 1936 and the tragedy of Tony Kurz, plus the unfortunate events that left Claudio Corto to unjustly suffer with being a climbing group’s sole survivor. Why not focus on those other stories? There was a lot of existing historical coverage and whisperings about the attempts then. The 1938 ascent was the result or climax of the earlier failures that everyone were fascinated by. It’s as if the Dawn Wall had failures and deaths widely publicized for years prior to Tommy Caldwell finally finding the successful attempt all the way across the vertical line.
Harrer does something really well and, however, he also does something terrible. He retells the saga — and it was a saga — of the first and early ascents of the Norwand. He makes it suspenseful and makes us care about the historical climbers, many of which were his partners or contemporaries. On the other hand, he botches the story of Claudio Corto’s climb. Apparently, even after evidence contrary to Harrer’s accusations were discovered, Harrer refused to retract his statements or amend his record. It’s made his chronicle inaccurate and incomplete.
Can a book, with widely accepted flaws, remain a classic? Annapurna, Into Thin Air, and others remain influential, in-print, and widely referenced, too. Does a classic mean it has to remain authoritative? I don’t think so, because they are often still being read and worth reasons despite the shortcomings and flaws and, even then, they are part of what makes them worth reading for years to come. There is an argument to be made that the old fights packaged up in these volumes allows the reader to engage in time travel and spar with the matter regardless of when they found the squabble.
This book seems to be widely accepted as a classic “in the genre,” though it’s not always clear what genre they are referring to. Most of the time they are talking about other mountaineering books, so that’s the genre. Other times they lump it in the stories of the Poles and Shackleton’s Endurance, so it’s categorized with polar and cold-weather adventure. I think cases can be made here, but its not truly exploratory, like a Sven Hedin tale.
If you’ve read Barry Blanchard’s climbing autobiography The Calling: A Life Rocked by Mountains, and even if you haven’t, Barry gets started into climbing by taking a long cross country bus ride alone as a kid. An older girl noticed him alone and lent him a copy of Harrer’s book. Blanchard was impressionable, had the time, and Harrer had all the language and storytelling to be spellbinding, especially for a young man.
Blanchard didn’t stand a chance. And if it catches the reader at the right time in their life, they won’t either.
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