In reply to UKC Articles:
Back on for a few thoughts – well maybe more than a few. But first, something pretty important.
Writing’s a bit like redpointing - it would be great if you could get someone else to do it for you. Unfortunately though, you can’t.
But then again, if you’re Billy No Mates, it’s ideal. You can shut yourself away in a room and get on with it… or not.
Come the fine day though, even the most dedicated Billy No Mates finds that he needs not just a little help from other people – but a lot. And sure enough this is exactly what happened.
Recently we’ve had much agonising about conflict on these forums. But what about the converse? What about when magically, unhesitatingly, even complete strangers give you whatever help you ask? Isn’t that worth acknowledging, thanking, celebrating? Sadly it’s human nature to agonise over the bad yet somehow take the good for granted. As arguably the finest and wisest writer in history noted aptly: ‘The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.’
Apart from a single relevant magazine, the entire article was written from memory – that’s over 50 years of memory! Luckily I knew exactly which images I wanted – yet again from memory. Some were on the database; many weren’t.
The first port of call was my climbing partner, Marcus O’Leary. He came up with every requested image instantly. He also – get this – spent three hours digitally cleaning up one of them. What a mate!
The next port of call was David Price, the guidebook king. He dropped everything and went looking for what he could lay his hands on. We also started to correspond about guidebooks and the Chew – topics ‘more important than life itself.’
I sent a copy to Al Evans, one of the most important people in the article. And he alerted me to the first error – the Edelrid Girl being in Mountain, not Rocksport. (50 year old memory, huh!) Now you’re probably kind enough to say it doesn’t really matter too much – but of course it would to Ken Wilson. And, increasingly over the past week, I could hear Ken’s ghostly chuckle, “You’d better get this right – the pressure’s on now, mate!”
Then I got in touch with an old mate (and superb climbing writer) Steve Dean. Oops, more little niggles. Mr Memory Man wasn’t doing as well as he thought. But far better to know than not know.
Steve put me in touch with a fantastic guy called Chris Harle who has custody of Ken’s photographic oeuvre. (Let’s never forget that, apart from all else at which he excelled, Ken was one of the best ever climbing photographers.) I phoned Chris up out of the blue and he just said, “What do you need?” – yup, to a complete stranger. Crucially Chris had a full set of Mountains – Ken’s old copies. Yes, I know… how poignant, yet how fitting does it get?
Mr Memory Man’s confidence having abruptly deserted him, I belatedly asked Ian Parsons to run a check on things. In between looking after his 97 year old mum, back came the most penetrating of analyses. (Ken could have put you to good use!) Luckily though, there didn’t seem to be whopping errors. But I now realise – this project was simply too big, too ambitious.
Let’s face it, you could spend years of research, go to mountaineering libraries and read hundreds of magazines, do dozens of interviews and write 50,000 or 100,000 words - which unfortunately no-one would ever read.
Concentrating on the four cult mags (but sadly having to ignore well-nigh everything else) gave me a kind of a way through. But it was still problematic. Most articles weigh in at about 2,000 words. Even going at a brisk canter, this was still around 6,000 words – three articles back to back. Was this really going to work?
The minute I opened Natalie Berry’s layout, I knew. I just knew. It was like listening to the first thirty seconds of ‘Walk on the Wild Side’ for the very first time when I was twenty-one. You get this warm glow inside. You just know.
I don’t really think it would have worked properly without the digital layout – which I’d never even considered. But there are layouts… and there are layouts. Natalie’s layout went so far beyond what I’d ever imagined. I knew instantly that it was stunningly, utterly, gobsmackingly right. To me now, ‘Prometheus Unchained’ is as much - if not more – hers’ as mine. I’m eternally grateful to her.
Which brings us to the vexed and thorny subject of editors and publishers. Believe me, I’ve had the good, the bad and the ugly. You can be the best writer going but if you haven’t got an editor and a publisher rooting for you, then you’re just spinning your wheels in the sand. The converse applies though. Once in a blue moon, you find a dream editor – and then you fly.
If Alan James and Natalie and the other UKC members hadn’t believed in the article, then you’d never have read it. It’s that simple.
Images… above all, I was desperate to use Sir Chris Bonington’s wonderful photo of the young Ken (clutching Mountain 4!) taking us onward into the promised land. Chris came straight through for us. Ken was a good mate and he did him proud. It’s incredibly poignant to think that the same hand (perhaps the same camera?) which took that shot of Ken also took the unforgettable one of Brian Nally on the Eiger, not so very long before.
The two photos of Ken are like bookends with the story coming between. Gordon Stainforth’s superb shot of Ken with the wisdom and humanity of age, just before the onset of his sad decline, was the perfect ending.
Every single person who was asked gave their help without the slightest hesitation. It’s not just my article any longer – nor Natalie’s and mine. It belongs to all of these people. And most of all it belongs to you, the reader.
Does this have wider relevance? Yes. It’s all too apparent that we live in a horribly broken world. It’s perilously easy to give in to fear and become viciously self-interested. But the human spirit has been around far longer than problems on here… or Brexit… or Donald Trump. People can display the most astonishing levels of selflessness to make good causes happen. Exactly the same thing occurred with ‘Peak Rock’. Untold dozens of people were asked for help. Virtually everybody gave it without the slightest hesitation.
It’s temptingly easy to get mesmerised by what’s wrong. It’s equally easy to take what goes right for granted. The human spirit can make good things happen almost magically. We need to become far more aware of this, to develop confidence in it. The human spirit is immeasurably more powerful than Brexit or Trump of anything else sent to try us. .
Sorry to have banged on for so long! I’d hoped that ‘Prometheus Unchained’ would resonate deeply with many people – and it seems to have done so. I thank everyone for their good wishes; equally I thank all those who so magically made it happen.
Lastly if anything’s going to get us through these dire times, it’s the human spirit. It’s done so before and it can do so again. But we need to put more trust in it.
Mick