The Ascent Of Rum Doodle (Vintage Classics)

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First published in 1956, The Ascent of Rum Doodle received little attention except within the mountaineering world. All credit must go then to ISIS Publishing, which has made this gem of social parody, suppressed masculinity and sustained comedy available to an audience that might not have previously considered it. Credit also to Terry Wale, who reads Binder's account of the ascent with exactly the right amount of irony and pathos. Hangi birinden bahsedeyim: Ekip lideri Binder'ın uçlardaki saflığından mı, ekipteki yetenekli(?) insanların yaptıklarından mı, hamallarla ekibin arasındaki ilişkilerden mi, nişanlı meselesinden mi, Pong'un yemeklerinden mi, kitabın sonundaki şoktan mı?

It is Binder, though, through whom we see the action unfold. A more optimistic, loving leader you could not hope to find, but a sad subtext rises like a gas from his words. The respect he feels from his men is in his mind alone. He wants to bind, but they do everything to keep him out of their tents. In the most laugh-out-loud set-piece of 20th century literature, Jungle navigates himself into a crevasse, and the other men join him one by one. The more they send for champagne and the more they sing, the more Binder – sat on the crevasse’s lip – commends their spirit and fortitude. And the more we become aware that they’re having a piss-up, and Binder ain’t invited. Buna ek olarak, çeviri diline değinmek gerekirse, lafı çok dolandırmadan diyebilirim ki, akıcılığı bozmayan ve mizahla okurun arasına çok girmeme başarısını sergileyen bir çeviri dili söz konusu. Bazı çeviri tercihleri tartışmaya açık olsa da (belli yaş gruplarındaki sözcük ve ifade tercihlerinde bir kayma olduğunu düşünüyorum mesela), ortaya başarılı bir iş konduğu söyleyebilirim. This novel stands comparison with *Three Men in a Boat* or *Diary of a Nobody* but it's much more extreme and silly and ingenious. An expedition composed of misfits attempts to climb Rum Doodle, which at forty-thousand-and-a-half feet is the highest mountain in the world. First published in 1956, *The Ascent of Rum Doodle* has been reprinted several times but still remains relatively unknown, which is a shame. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2011-06-28 21:43:01 Boxid IA140523 Boxid_2 CH121401 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II City London Containerid_2 X0008 Donor Pong’s cooking not only gives the men indigestion (much is made of cramps, stomach aches, nightmares, belches, pills and tablets) but is considered by its creator to be an art form: at any hint of criticism ‘he went into a kind of frenzy and threatened us with knives’. In addition, the men are prone to a series of mysterious ailments – valley lassitude, glacier lassitude, Base Camp lassitude, Italian measles, altitude deafness and vertigo, among others – but of course there is always that ‘medicinal’ champagne to hand and, as you would expect, disaster follows on from disaster.Cuando estás colgando indefenso del extremo de una cuerda de 100 pies de largo es importante saber que el hombre que hay en la otra punta es un verdadero amigo”. The Ascent of Rum Doodle is a short 1956 novel by W. E. Bowman (1911–1985). It is a parody of the non-fictional chronicles of mountaineering expeditions (notably H. W. Tilman's account of the ascent of Nanda Devi and Maurice Herzog's book Annapurna chronicling the first ascent of Annapurna in Nepal) that were popular during the 1950s, as many of the world's highest peaks were climbed for the first time. A new edition was released in 2001 with an introduction by the contemporary humorist Bill Bryson. It has been critically well received. Though a parody, it has become one of the most famous and celebrated books of mountaineering literature. urn:lcp:ascentofrumdoodl00webo:epub:ccd56b15-8afa-4565-8e29-4b8b754bc234 Extramarc OhioLINK Library Catalog Foldoutcount 0 Identifier ascentofrumdoodl00webo Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t1wd4vt97 Isbn 071266808X

Puff. Puff. It's getting a little difficult to get my bearings. And I'm getting a little light-headed. Why do I feel so tired? L'humor molt british, molt polite, molt subtil. De vegades massa. Alguns passatges (pocs) m'han arrencat un somriure, però per regla general la novel·la m'ha submergit en el tedi. A very slight book, this didn’t take long to read and made me smile throughout – that could have been tested had the book been much longer, but thankfully it knew not to outstay its welcome (unlike Binder) and finished while I still thought well of it.

In such moments a man feels close to himself. We stood there, close to ourselves, until sunset, the supreme artist, touched the snowfields of that mighty bastion with rose-tinted brushes and the mountain became a vision such as few human eyes have beheld.’ Our friends at Slightly Foxed (the real readers’ quarterly – buy a subscription now!) have once again kindly allowed The Dabbler to dip into its rich archives. In this corker — originally entitled A Rum Do — from the Spring 2007 edition (issue 14),author Linda Leatherbarrow looks at W E Bowman’s classic derring-do spoof The Ascent of Rum Doodle… This book didn’t catch me at a particularly formative age. The closest I got to anything like it as a teenager was reading cut-the-rope classic Touching the Void, which is tonally quite different. I didn’t find Bowman until my twenties. And since then I have reread it about once a decade. Goodness this is getting repetitive. And I'm really getting tired of climbing. When do we get to the peak? As a child, I lived in a grey granite house on the edge of the Cairngorms. In front of the house, across the road, was a municipal park with asphalt paths and tidy lawns but if you squeezed through

Humphrey Jungle - radio expert and route finder, who is constantly lost and requires rescue frequently - radio callsign - Wanderer (although he proposed pathfinder for himself which was not accepted). In spite of everything, Binder never fails to see his companions in a good light. Even when six members of his expedition, after a series of mishaps and contrived blunders, find themselves at the bottom of a crevasse and radio a request for champagne – what else? – Binder, teetering on the edge and peering down, tantalized by the mysterious sound of distant singing (‘Oh my darling Clementine’), rejoices that his companions have not lost heart, speculates that the singing could be a coded message, and gives thanks that his team are in good spirits in a situation of great peril. Needless to say they are retrieved later by the Yogistani porters, Bing, Bung and Bang. I added this book to my to-read shelf after reading this blog post. After reading it, I fully endorse it as worthy of adding to your to-read shelf as well.

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This book is a well known parody on mountaineering stories, written about a fictional mountain named Rum Doodle, altitude 40,000-and-a-half feet - around one third again as high as Everest. Set in the Himalaya, in a land that is not Nepal, but very like Nepal, with porters who are 'Yogastani'. Somehow the group does make it to Yogistan, where they hire Yogistani porters, parodies of the Sherpas who were the indispensable indigenous porters and mountain guides (and sometimes climbing partners) to many of the great mountaineering expeditions. However, the Yogistanis do not share the invariable positive attributes of the Sherpa — quite the contrary. Hijinks ensue, as the expedition cook, "Pong", produces food so inedible that the expedition tries (unsuccessfully) to continue on up the mountain without him; the inevitable fall into a crevasse leads to the consumption of the party's champagne (brought along to celebrate reaching the summit and for "medicinal purposes") during the rescue attempt; and scientist Wish embarks on a never-ending quest for "Wharton's warple", an endangered species indigenous to the mountains. Eventually, Binder and a colleague manage to stumble to the top of the lofty spire the group has been approaching ... only to find that they have climbed the wrong mountain (and to see the porters, with Prone in tow, climbing the right one).

Deserves its renaissance. Will be appreciated by anyone who realises that the best achievements in life are those that are futile and achieved to great acclaim under the banner of teamwork whilst at the expense of the efforts of other unsung people.It is not, however, the location that has made the book such an enduring cult classic, but its cast of likeable and eccentric characters, all as idiotic as Bertie Wooster, but somehow more touching and human in their fallibility. It was in 1956, three years after the first ‘conquest’ of Everest, that W. E. Bowman published his book. His imaginary mountain, in its mysterious snowy fastness, has never been climbed before. Binder, the narrator, tells us: ‘The various estimates of the height of the true summit vary considerably, but by taking an average of these figures it is possible to say confidently that the summit of Rum Doodle is 40,000 and a half feet above sea level.’