Andrea Barrett - The Voyage of the Narwhal

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`A great, shivery, seductive read.’ ElleIntelligent, accessible literary fiction of the highest order. Superbly dramatic and beautifully readable.A terrific tale of high endeavour and polar peril, this is the story of a scientific expedition to the Arctic in 1855 and the women the explorers left behind.A brilliant portrait of Victorian society obsessed with mapping and classifying everything under the sun – including the icy Arctic – where theemancipation of women and the evolution of species are the next great revolutions just stirring into life.

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The Voyage of the Narwhal

Andrea Barrett

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Title Page The Voyage of the Narwhal Andrea Barrett

Prologue Prologue I hate travelling and explorers…Amazonia, Tibet and Africa fill the bookshops in the form of travelogues, accounts of expeditions and collections of photographs, in all of which the desire to impress is so dominant as to make it impossible for the reader to assess the value of the evidence put before him. Instead of having his critical faculties stimulated, he asks for more such pabulum and swallows prodigious quantities of it. Nowadays, being an explorer is a trade, which consists not, as one might think, in discovering hitherto unknown facts after years of study, but in covering a great many miles and assembling lantern-slides or motion pictures, preferably in color, so as to fill a hall with an audience for several days in succession. For this audience, platitudes and commonplaces seem to have been miraculously transmuted into revelations by the sole fact that their author, instead of doing his plagiarizing at home, has supposedly sanctified it by covering some twenty thousand miles…Journeys, those magic caskets full of dreamlike promises, will never again yield up their treasures untarnished. A proliferating and overexcited civilization has broken the silence of the seas once and for all. The perfumes of the tropics and the pristine freshness of human beings have been corrupted by a busyness with dubious implications, which mortifies our desires and dooms us to acquire only contaminated memories…So I can understand the mad passion for travel books and their deceptiveness. They create the illusion of something which no longer exists but still should exist, if we were to have any hope of avoiding the overwhelming conclusion that the history of the past twenty thousand years is irrevocable. —CLAUDE LEVI-STRAUSS, Tristes Tropiques (1955)

PART I PART I

1 HIS LISTS

2 PAST THE CAVE WHERE THE COLD ARISES

3 A RIOT OF OBJECTS

4 A LITTLE DETOUR

PART II

5 THE ICE IN ITS GREAT ABUNDANCE

6 WHO HEARS THE FISHES WHEN THEY CRY?

7 THE GOBLINS KNOWN AS INNERSUIT

PART III

8 TOODLAMIK, SKIN AND BONES

9 A BIG STONE SLIPPED FROM HIS GRASP

10 SPECIMENS OF THE NATIVE TRIBES

11 THE NIGHTMARE SKELETON

Author's Note and Acknowledgments

About the Author

Praise

Also by Andrea Barrett

Copyright

About the Publisher

Prologue

I hate travelling and explorers…Amazonia, Tibet and Africa fill the bookshops in the form of travelogues, accounts of expeditions and collections of photographs, in all of which the desire to impress is so dominant as to make it impossible for the reader to assess the value of the evidence put before him. Instead of having his critical faculties stimulated, he asks for more such pabulum and swallows prodigious quantities of it. Nowadays, being an explorer is a trade, which consists not, as one might think, in discovering hitherto unknown facts after years of study, but in covering a great many miles and assembling lantern-slides or motion pictures, preferably in color, so as to fill a hall with an audience for several days in succession. For this audience, platitudes and commonplaces seem to have been miraculously transmuted into revelations by the sole fact that their author, instead of doing his plagiarizing at home, has supposedly sanctified it by covering some twenty thousand miles…Journeys, those magic caskets full of dreamlike promises, will never again yield up their treasures untarnished. A proliferating and overexcited civilization has broken the silence of the seas once and for all. The perfumes of the tropics and the pristine freshness of human beings have been corrupted by a busyness with dubious implications, which mortifies our desires and dooms us to acquire only contaminated memories…So I can understand the mad passion for travel books and their deceptiveness. They create the illusion of something which no longer exists but still should exist, if we were to have any hope of avoiding the overwhelming conclusion that the history of the past twenty thousand years is irrevocable.

—CLAUDE LEVI-STRAUSS, Tristes Tropiques (1955)

PART I

1 HIS LISTS

(MAY 1855)

I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There…the sun is for ever visible; its broad disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual splendor. There…snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe…What may not be expected in a country of eternal light?

—MARY SHELLEY, Frankenstein (1818)

H e was standing on the wharf, peering down at the Delaware River while the sun beat on his shoulders. A mild breeze, the smells of tar and copper. A few yards away the Narwhal loomed, but he was looking instead at the partial reflection trapped between hull and pilings. The way the planks wavered, the railing bent, the boom appeared then disappeared; the way the image filled the surface without concealing the complicated life below. He saw, beneath the transparent shadow, what his father had taught him to see: the schools of minnows, the eels and algae, the mussels burrowing into the silt; the diatoms and desmids and insect larvae sweeping past hydrazoans and infant snails. The oyster , his father once said, is impregnated by the dew; the pregnant shells give birth to pearls conceived from the sky. If the dew is pure, the pearls are brilliant; if cloudy, the pearls are dull. Far above him, but mirrored as well, long strands of cloud moved one way and gliding gulls another.

In the water the Narwhal sat solid and dark among the surrounding fleet. Everyone headed somewhere, Erasmus thought. England, Africa, California; stony islands alive with seals; the coast of Florida. Yet no one, among all those travelers, who might offer him advice. He turned back to his work. Where was this mound of supplies to go? An untidy package yielded, beneath its waterproof wrappings, a dozen plum puddings that brought him near to tears. Each time he arranged part of the hold more of these parcels appeared: a crate of damson plums in syrup from an old woman in Conshohocken who’d read about their voyage in the newspaper and wanted to contribute her bit. A case of brandy from a Wilmington banker, volumes of Thackeray from a schoolmaster in Doylestown, heaps of hand-knitted socks. His hands bristled with lists, each only partly checked-off: never mind those puddings, he thought. Where were the last two hundred pounds of pemmican? How had half the meat biscuit been stowed with the candles and the lamp oil? And where were the last members of the crew? In his pocket he had another list, the final roster:

ZECHARIAH VOORHEES, Commander AMOS TYLER, Sailing Master
COLIN TAGLIABEAU, First Officer GEORGE FRANCIS, Second Officer
JAN BOERHAAVE, Surgeon ERASMUS D. WELLS, Naturalist

FREDERICK SCHUESSELE, Cook

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