An interesting book, whose style sadly does not sit comfortably a century on from the events it describes.

This is the Romantic Myth of Scott of the Antarctic writ large, and whilst I kept that thought firmly in mind I enjoyed it; though it was impossible to not to think of Roland Huntford’s bile rising at lines such as, “Certainly no living man could have taken Scott’s place effectively as leader of our Expedition – there was none other like him.He was the Heart, Brain, and Master.” (p.230).

But there again, the very style in which Evans’ account is written does oddly and unintentionally also bring home very sharply just how high confidence and hopes were, and how terribly deeply crushing the defeat engineered by Amudsen’s expedition was.Is this an account of survivor’s guilt, I wondered?Or do I have an overactive imagination?Am guilty of applying hindsight and different values from a significant distance later in time.

It’s certainly a book well worth reading, but not as the only book on this subject read.