On January 17, 1912, Captain Scott and his team of explorers reached the South Pole, 100 years ago today. They weren’t the first ones there–Roald Amundsen’s Norwegian team beat them there by a month. Scott also found that getting there was the easier part. All five of the men who reached the Pole died trying to get back again.
So why am I telling you this depressing story? I suppose because I don’t actually find it depressing. Tragic, yes; depressing, no. They did fail–but that’s usually not how the story is told. They died martyrs to the adventure and heroes of history, proving the length of man’s endurance and determination, pushing out the frontier and chasing the impossible dream.
Also, Titus Oates, one of Scott’s men, has a major role in one of my favorite books, The White Darkness by Geraldine McCaughrean. I freely admit that most of my impression of Scott and his journey came from her book.
So in honor of the anniversary, here’s to impossible dreams (hopefully with better planning!) and I’m re-posting my review of The White Darkness. It was only the third book review I ever posted here, so most of you probably weren’t here to read it the first time anyway. 🙂
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“I have been in love with Titus Oates for quite a while now—which is ridiculous, since he’s been dead for ninety years. But look at it this way. In ninety years, I’ll be dead, too, and the age difference won’t matter.”
This is one of my all-time favorite opening lines of a book (right up there with “All children, except one, grow up”). I read this in a bookstore and knew immediately that I had to read The White Darkness by Geraldine McCaughrean. Continue reading “100 Years Ago at the South Pole”