
In recent years so many tales have appeared of the adventures (or, more grippingly, misadventures) of Franklin, Scott, Amundsen, Peary, Greely, De Long and others that the literature of polar exploration now qualifies as its own genre. The book was published by someone else, and the spate of successful books about the subject has proved that first editor wrong.

Polar explorers, he argued, invariably found themselves imprisoned by ice, either on ship or floe, enduring months, even years, of a monotony bound to communicate itself to the reader. His response was an unequivocal negative.
More than a decade ago, I approached an estimable New York editor with an idea for a book about a 19th-century naval expedition aimed at conquering the North Pole.
