Dispatch from the Razor's Edge, the Blog of Michael Stephen Fuchs
At the Royal Geographical Society!
Plus Rob Tristram in a Crevasse
"Do what thy manhood bids thee do,
 from none but self expect applause;
 He noblest lives and noblest dies
 who makes and keeps his self-made laws."
- Capt. Sir Richard Francis Burton,
The Kasdah of Hj Abd El-Yezd

So Anna was clever enough to book us tickets to a lecture at the Royal Geographical Society – yest, the one that was founded in 1830, has counted amongst its members Darwin, Shackleton, Hilary, and Livingstone and Stanley both… spearheaded the unrivaled Victorian-era exploration of Africa, India, and both poles… and published many of the first maps, charts, and reports from places previously unseen (by white men).

But, much more importantly, I mean the Royal Geographical Society that sponsored Captain Burton's expeditions to the interior of Africa! Anybody who's happened to read my first book will know what a slavering fanboy I am for Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton KCMG FRGS, the nineteenth-century badass and polymath: explorer, soldier, swordsman, eroticist, poet, linguist, translator – and a heck of a lot more. (Through the magic of Google Books full text search, you can now read my potted Burton bio from The Manuscript.)

Just getting in the building (at 1 Kensington Gore) was a thrill, and of course I immediately started running around, annoying and embarrassing Anna profoundly, looking for any and all Burtonalia. I initially found both a painting and a bust of John Hanning Speke – the unspeakable Speke!, Burton's protege and subsequent betrayer (whole story there; Burton's life was all good stories) – which kind of brassed me off. But… then… when I finally found a Burton portrait hanging in the hall just beyond the Map Room, well… You can see my giddy, goofy schoolboy smile below, which I couldn't stop beaming.

The man himself Me, grinning like an idiot

As for the lecture itself: I hadn't been paying close attention in the run-up, so I kind of thought we were just going to maybe an historical lecture, but no – it was an actual presentation on the findings of the British Forces Antarctic Expedition 2012, subtitled "The Spirit of Scott" and commemorating the 100th anniversary of Captain Scott's expedition to the South Pole. So, in fact, we actually ended up sitting in the same lecture hall where generations of immortal explorers delivered the findings of their expeditions to the Society – listening to members of an expedition deliver their findings to the Society. Awesome.

The lecture was amazing. We heard from three leaders of the expedition, all serving military, including an Army Lieutenant Colonel who led the whole thing. All of them were – and had to be – amazing outdoorsmen. They basically did two years of training and preparation for a 60-day expedition – and had to pack supplies, rations for 24 people, climbing equipment, man-sleds, and scientific gear all onto an 85-foot ice-breaking schooner. The whole thing was almost scuttled when all the supplies were held up at customs in Chile for seven days – another day, and they would have missed their ferry, the next one of which sailed six weeks later! Had that happened, the Colonel related, their only option would have been to try to ground-ship it across Argentina. "Have you ever tried," he posed dryly, "sending a British military consignment across Argentina?"

There were maps, satellite views, and tons of photographs and video that made it very clear that Antarctica is a lot more complex, and magical, and dangerous, than the big ice sheet I think we kind of visualize. They dealt with 100-knot winds, thundering avalanches, sprawling crevasse fields – and, in one case, an avalanche that they could only escape by racing out into a deadly crevasse field. They climbed previously unclimbed mountains and routes, and did scientific work the whole way. They decided that, instead of following in Scott's footsteps, they would follow "the spirit of Scott" – whose body, along with his whole teams', was found frozen in their tent, 11 miles from safety, and still in possession of 35 pounds of rock samples that he declined to jettison. Certainly in that spirit, one sub-group of this team spent 30 days in the same clothes, man-sledding their way across the peninsula to place a GPS device (and its 54-pound battery) that would measure change in altitude and thus ice loss.

On the way back, one guy did go down into a crevasse – 70 feet down. Naturally, he shot a video of himself while stuck down there waiting for rescue. (Naturally, I instantly admired this.) "Had a bit of a mishap," he began. Finished with, "Quite fancy getting back to basecamp, now." God love the British. Oh, wait! here he is:

More videos here. What a privilege to be present for the presentation – and what a thrill to be in the building. (Next stop – Burton's tomb at Mortlake. It's about eight miles from here, and I've been trying to get around to going there for nine years…)

  africa     captain burton     travel  
close photo of Michael Stephen Fuchs

Fuchs is the author of the novels The Manuscript and Pandora's Sisters, both published worldwide by Macmillan in hardback, paperback and all e-book formats (and in translation); the D-Boys series of high-tech, high-concept, spec-ops military adventure novels – D-Boys, Counter-Assault, and Close Quarters Battle (coming in 2016); and is co-author, with Glynn James, of the bestselling Arisen series of special-operations military ZA novels. The second nicest thing anyone has ever said about his work was: "Fuchs seems to operate on the narrative principle of 'when in doubt put in a firefight'." (Kirkus Reviews, more here.)

Fuchs was born in New York; schooled in Virginia (UVa); and later emigrated to the San Francisco Bay Area, where he lived through the dot-com boom. Subsequently he decamped for an extended period of tramping before finally rocking up in London, where he now makes his home. He does a lot of travel blogging, most recently of some very  long  walks around the British Isles. He's been writing and developing for the web since 1994 and shows no particularly hopeful signs of stopping.

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THE MANUSCRIPT by Michael Stephen Fuchs
PANDORA'S SISTERS by Michael Stephen Fuchs
D-BOYS by Michael Stephen Fuchs
COUNTER-ASSAULT by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book One - Fortress Britain, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Two - Mogadishu of the Dead, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN : Genesis, by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Three - Three Parts Dead, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Four - Maximum Violence, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Five - EXODUS, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Six - The Horizon, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Seven - Death of Empires, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Eight - Empire of the Dead by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN : NEMESIS by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Nine - Cataclysm by Michael Stephen Fuchs

ARISEN, Book Ten - The Flood by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Eleven - Deathmatch by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Twelve - Carnage by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Thirteen - The Siege by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Fourteen - Endgame by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN : Fickisms
ARISEN : Odyssey
ARISEN : Last Stand
ARISEN : Raiders, Volume 1 - The Collapse
ARISEN : Raiders, Volume 2 - Tribes
Black Squadron
ARISEN : Raiders, Volume 3 - Dead Men Walking
ARISEN : Raiders, Volume 4 - Duty
ARISEN : Raiders, Volume 5 - The Last Raid
ARISEN : Fickisms ][ – This Time, It's Personal
ARISEN : Operators, Volume I - The Fall of the Third Temple
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