People tell me I am too modest and self-effacing. They say, Ken, enough with the shy-and-retiring. You have to stop shunning the spotlight. Lately, in response, I've been banging the drum for the newly released paperback edition of Dead Reckoning. While working up a nifty little song-and-dance, I chanced upon the above slide and The Frozen Dreams Quintet. So of course I thought of Yeats and his rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem to be born. And I realized that, with Christmas whirling toward us, probably I should ask my publisher to drop everything and bring out my Arctic books as a boxed set. Makes sense, right?
adventure canada
Celtic Life International
Scottish Highlands
St. Kilda
St. Kilda evokes Flight of the Highlanders
November 01, 2018
The December issue of Celtic Life International features a gorgeous 3-page spread on a visit to the Scottish island of St. Kilda. We turned up in the vicinity while sailing with Adventure Canada earlier this year. A version of the article, which begins as below, will appear in a 2019 book to be published by Patrick Crean / HarperCollins Canada. We're calling it FLIGHT OF THE HIGHLANDERS: Canada's First Refugees.
Unbelievable.
Overwhelming. Voyagers who have visited the archipelago of St. Kilda more than
a dozen times declared this The Best Visit Ever. If they had said anything
else, the rest of us would not have believed them. Bright sunshine, balmy
temperatures, no wind . . . was there a cloud in the sky?
During the
morning, when we arrived in this vicinity aboard the Ocean Endeavour, the day
had looked less promising. Most ships that reach St. Kilda never land a soul.
Winds too rough. Today, a serious swell caused people to doubt we would make it
ashore. But in an inspired bit of decision-making, our Adventure Canada
expedition leader turned the day upside down, switching early with late.
Instead of
attempting a morning landing, we sailed directly to the bird cliffs of Stac
Lee, home to the largest colony of gannets in the world. As the winds died and
the sun came out, the captain showcased his navigational skills. Seventy or
eighty metres in front of the towering black wall, he held ship steady. We
found ourselves gazing almost straight up at a whirlwind of wheeling birds more
than 400 metres above. I’m no birder but this was impressive.
A back-deck
barbecue kept us busy as we sailed to Hirta, the archipelago’s main island.
We’re talking about the remotest part of the British Isles, 66 kilometres west
of Benbecula in the Outer Hebrides. I had landed here once and knew enough to
remain dubious. But on arriving, we found the swell had receded. We piled into
zodiacs and zoomed ashore. Incredible!
St. Kilda is
one of very few places with Dual World Heritage Status for both natural and
cultural significance. Bronze Age travellers appear to have visited 4000 to
5000 years ago, and Vikings landed here in the 800s. Written history reveals
that a scattering of people (around 180 in 1700) rented land here from the
Macleods of Dunvegan on the Isle of Skye. While living in a settlement (Village
Bay) of stone-built, dome-shaped houses with thatched roofs, they developed a
unique way of life, subsisting mostly on seabirds.
Gradually, as
better ships enabled more contact with the outside world, they came to rely
more on importing food, fuel and building materials. They constructed better
houses. In 1852, 36 people emigrated to Australia, so beginning a long slow
population decline. During the First World War, a naval detachment brought
regular deliveries of food. When those ended after 1918, St. Kildans felt
increasingly isolated. In 1930, the last 36 islanders were evacuated to the
Scottish mainland.
During our June
visit, we strolled along the curved Village Street where these last holdouts
had resided. Most passengers found time to climb the saddle between two high
hills. After a rise in elevation of perhaps 150 metres, we came to a cliff
edge. Gazing back over the vista in the sun – the Village Street, the scattered
beehive cleits, the Ocean Endeavour in the harbour, the occasional zodiac, the
distant mountains – a consensus emerged: unbelievable!
Beyond this,
everyone had their personal highlights. I registered two. The first came when I
found the beehive cleit that stands today on the foundations of what was once
the home of Lady Grange. She was an articulate, headstrong woman who, in the 1730s, spent eight
lonely years as a prisoner on this island. While living in high-society
Edinburgh, she learned that her husband was having an affair in London.
Infuriated, she had threatened to expose him as a treasonous Jacobite.
(To read the rest of the article, check out the December issue of Celtic Life International.)
Arctic exploration
Dead Reckoning
Erebus
Michael Palin
Northhwest Passage
Michael Palin's Erebus and Dead Reckoning look alike because they belong together
October 24, 2018
"What the publishing industry hath joined
together let no bookseller put asunder." That's the way I see it.
Faithful readers have been nudging me: "Have
you seen the cover of Erebus? Michael
Palin's new book? Doesn't it remind you of the cover of Dead Reckoning: The Untold Story of the Northwest Passage?"
Well, now that you mention it, I say, yes, yes it does. It’s a
perfect match. And that is as it should be. The two books complement each other.
Ideally, they form part of the same whole. Erebus
tells the story of a single ship. Dead
Reckoning puts that story in context. The two books should be displayed, bought,
sold and read together.
When I was asked to provide a blurb for Palin’s
book, I wrote: “At this late date, and against all odds, Michael Palin has
found an original way to enter and explore the Royal Navy narrative of polar
exploration. Palin is a superb stylist, low-key and conversational, who
skillfully incorporates personal experience.”
A second wrote: “Outstanding. . . . This is
not the Canadian history that we learned in school.” And a third: “A sweeping
work that sets out to bring the Indigenous contributors to northern exploration
into the story as participants with names – not just tribal affiliations or occupations
stated as ‘hunter’ or ‘my faithful interpreter.”
You get the idea. Since Palin’s book is
published by Random House Canada and my own by HarperCollins Canada, I don’t
think we can expect to see a boxed set any time soon. No worries. My advice
would be that, when you buy the one, you should always pick up the other. Hey, just my opinion.
Creative nonfiction
Louisbourg or Bust
MFA program
Ryan Shaw
University of King's College
Beautiful quest narrative finds Dude Quixote hauling a surfboard along Atlantic Coast
October 20, 2018
Say hello to my friend Ryan (R.C.) Shaw. And his surfboard, Old Yeller. Ryan is launching his first book tonight in Toronto. It's called Louisbourg or Bust. And it's one of 19 books (and counting) produced by graduates of that unique MFA program in Creative Nonfiction offered at University of King's College in Halifax.
That's the one in which, full disclosure, I serve as a mentor. When Ryan asked me for a book-jacket squib, I was delighted to offer a few words: "This crazy beautiful quest narrative puts Don Quixote on a bicycle and sends him out to face history with a surfboard. Half hilarious dream-adventure, half marathon-nightmare, Louisbourg or Bust is all madcap love letter to Nova Scotia."
The launch is happening at 865 Bloor Street West from 7 p.m., and if you're looking for a bunch of folks who are ready to party, I'd suggest that this is where to find them.
In related news, things will be more sedate -- but equally welcoming -- on November 12 at the Toronto Meet and Greet for interested potential students. What happens is that the program's faculty, mentors, students, and alumni get together for wine and nibblies in the boardroom of Penguin Random House Canada. That's at 320 Front Street West, Suite 1400.
From 6 p.m. onward, you can hang out with us while contemplating whether this program might work for you. We're talking two years during which you combine short intense residencies in Halifax, Toronto and New York with ongoing one-on-one mentoring with professional nonfiction writers. At the end, you graduate with a degree, a polished book proposal, and a substantial portion of a finished manuscript -- or maybe, if you're like Ryan, a contract to publish a book. Anyway, lots more here:
https://ukings.ca/area-of-study/master-of-fine-arts-in-creative-nonfiction. And maybe see you tonight or on Nov. 12.
That's the one in which, full disclosure, I serve as a mentor. When Ryan asked me for a book-jacket squib, I was delighted to offer a few words: "This crazy beautiful quest narrative puts Don Quixote on a bicycle and sends him out to face history with a surfboard. Half hilarious dream-adventure, half marathon-nightmare, Louisbourg or Bust is all madcap love letter to Nova Scotia."
The launch is happening at 865 Bloor Street West from 7 p.m., and if you're looking for a bunch of folks who are ready to party, I'd suggest that this is where to find them.
In related news, things will be more sedate -- but equally welcoming -- on November 12 at the Toronto Meet and Greet for interested potential students. What happens is that the program's faculty, mentors, students, and alumni get together for wine and nibblies in the boardroom of Penguin Random House Canada. That's at 320 Front Street West, Suite 1400.
From 6 p.m. onward, you can hang out with us while contemplating whether this program might work for you. We're talking two years during which you combine short intense residencies in Halifax, Toronto and New York with ongoing one-on-one mentoring with professional nonfiction writers. At the end, you graduate with a degree, a polished book proposal, and a substantial portion of a finished manuscript -- or maybe, if you're like Ryan, a contract to publish a book. Anyway, lots more here:
https://ukings.ca/area-of-study/master-of-fine-arts-in-creative-nonfiction. And maybe see you tonight or on Nov. 12.
Arctic exploration
Arts and Letters Club
Canadian Federation of University Women
Carlton Theatre Lecture Series
Dead Reckoning
Frozen Dreams
Frozen Dreams bring Dead Reckoning to T.O.
October 09, 2018
OK, so the photo is from Back in the Day. August 1999, to be precise. That would be me on King William Island as taken by the late Louie Kamookak. We were atop Mount Matheson on King William Island. Behind me: Rae Strait.
I'll probably mention this adventure when I give an illustrated talk called FROZEN DREAMS: Dead Reckoning in the Northwest Passage. That's going to happen in the near future at three different venues in the Toronto area.
The talk is based on my 14th book, Dead Reckoning, which is now available in paperback. The book challenges the conventional history of Arctic exploration and highlights the contributions of fur-trade explorers and the indigenous peoples, notably the Inuit.
In recent times, I have been visiting the Arctic almost every year, sailing as a resource historian with Adventure Canada. I am also involved in planning the 2019 Arctic Return Expedition, which will retrace the 1854 journey of explorer John Rae, who discovered the final link in the first navigable Northwest Passage. Hope to see you here or there!
Oct. 30: Arts & Letters Club
Nov. 5: Canadian Federation of University Women, Mississauga
Nov. 14: Carlton Theatre Lecture Series
1960s
crime novel
detective novel
Haight-Ashbury
Sixties
Detective hunts psychopathic killer in Sixties San Francisco
September 14, 2018
Hands up if you remember when the Haight-Ashbury was THE place to be. Well, it was a magical time, let me tell you -- before it went bad. Peter Moreira's detective novel, set shortly after the Summer of Love, finds detective Jimmy Spracklin trying to solve a series of brutal murders in The Haight. Spracklin is a terrific tough-guy detective. Of course he is flawed. His marriage is in trouble, partly because he is fiercely committed to his job. And he is desperate to find his teenage stepdaughter, who disappeared into the District some months before. Moreira sets his eventful crime novel against the larger political landscape, as Spracklin is also a Kennedy Democrat hoping that Senator Bobby Kennedy will give his career a boost. The author builds the stakes with every twist and turn, and when the daughter takes up with a psychopathic killer, Spracklin's quest becomes a race against time. Highly recommended for those who enjoy a cracking good detective story -- or for anyone who remembers when the Haight was the centre of the universe.
Arctic exploration
Canadian mysteries
Franklin expedition
polar bears
MYSTERY SOLVED!!! Polar Bears explain Fate Of the Franklin Expedition
September 07, 2018
Polar Bears Explain the Fate of the Franklin Expedition
What happened to the Franklin Expedition? Researchers have been debating that since 1847, two years after Sir John Franklin disappeared into the Arctic with 128 men. From the note later found at Victory Point on King William Island, most people believe that in April 1848, 105 men left the two ice-locked ships. The note tells us that already, nine officers and fifteen seamen had died. That represents 37 per cent of officers and 14 per cent of crew members. Historians have scratched their heads: why such disproportionate numbers?
Researchers have spent vast amounts of time and energy inquiring into the deaths of the first three sailors to die, whose graves remain on Beechey Island. Did lead poisoning kill them? Botulism? Zinc deficiency leading to tuberculosis? But wait. Maybe those three early deaths were anomalies – exceptions that tell us nothing about subsequent events. Perhaps the other twenty-one dead -- nine officers, twelve sailors -- died because of some event, some accident or injury.
A few scientists have wondered if these twenty-one men ingested something that others did not. But nobody, to my knowledge, has publicly invoked the calamitous Danish-Norwegian expedition of the early 1600s, which lost sixty-two men out of sixty-five. In 1619-20, while seeking the Northwest Passage, the explorer Jens Munk led two ships filled with sailors into wintering at present-day Churchill, Manitoba.
In my book Dead Reckoning, drawing on Munk’s journal, I detail the unprecedented miseries that ensued. During my research, I had turned up an article by Delbert Young published decades ago in the Beaver magazine (“Killer on the ‘Unicorn,’" Winter, 1973). It blamed the catastrophe on poorly cooked or raw polar-bear meat.
Soon after reaching Churchill in September 1619, Munk reported that at every high tide, white beluga whales entered the estuary of the river. His men caught one and dragged it ashore. Next day, a “large white bear” turned up to feed on the whale. Munk shot and killed it. His men relished the bear meat. Munk had ordered the cook “just to boil it slightly, and then to keep it in vinegar for a night.” But he had the meat for his own table roasted, and wrote that “it was of good taste and did not disagree with us.”
As Delbert Young observes, Churchill sits at the heart of polar bear country. Probably, after that first occasion, the sailors consumed more polar-bear meat and Munk did not think to mention it. During his long career, he had seen men die of scurvy and knew how to treat that disease. He noted that it attacked some of his sailors, loosening their teeth and bruising their skin. But when men began to die in great numbers, he was baffled. This went far beyond anything he had seen. His chief cook died early in January, and from then on “violent sickness . . . prevailed more and more.”
After a wide-ranging analysis, Young points to trichinosis as the probable killer —a parasitical disease, not fully understood until the twentieth century, which is endemic in polar bears. Infected meat, undercooked, deposits embryo larvae in a person’s stomach. These tiny parasites embed themselves in the intestines. They reproduce, enter the bloodstream and, within weeks, encyst themselves in muscle tissue throughout the body. They cause the terrible symptoms Munk describes and, left untreated, can culminate in death four to six weeks after ingestion.
So, back to the Franklin expedition. Could trichinosis, induced by eating raw polar-bear meat, have killed those nine officers and dozen seamen? And galvanized the remaining men into abandoning the ships? And rendered many of them so sick that they could hardly think straight or walk. And made some of them so horribly sick that they had to be quarantined into a separate tent?
In recent years, while visiting Beechey Island with Adventure Canada, more than once my fellow voyagers and I have been driven off by polar bears. We retreat into the zodiacs at first sign of approach. In that same situation, spotting a polar bear, how would Franklin’s men have responded? They would have killed those bears and eaten them -- perhaps bringing some of the meat onto the ships. That undercooked polar-bear meat, unevenly distributed among officers and crew, might well have led to the lopsided fatality statistics . . . and to all the rest. So, anyway, I suggest in Dead Reckoning.
When I put forward this theory to online-friends, some balked. By the time Franklin sailed, they observed, in the mid-19th century, Royal Navy officers knew that bear meat could wreak havoc in the human body, even if they did not fully understand exactly how. This is undoubtedly true. But then a supportive contributor drew attention to a contemporary video broadcast in which an expert hunter describes how he and his companions got horribly sick after eating poorly cooked bear meat. On an episode of Meat Eater, Steven Rinella admits to feeling mortified: “I have been preaching about the importance of cooking bear meat to my viewers and readers for a decade now,” he says, “and it’s really embarrassing.”
Rinelli knew very well that bear meat could be dangerous. But he went ahead and ate it anyway. Can anyone doubt that the men of the Franklin expedition, subsisting on short rations, desperate for a change of diet, would have made the same decision? Within the next few years, Parks Canada will almost certainly turn up some decisive evidence -- written records or human remains or both -- as divers investigate the Erebus and Terror. Until then, my money is on polar-bear-meat-induced trichinosis.
This essay turns up on a wonderful website devoted to Canadian mysteries. Check it out at The Franklin Mystery: Life and Death in the Arctic.
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Before turning mainly to books about arctic exploration and Canadian history, Ken McGoogan worked for two decades as a journalist at major dailies in Toronto, Calgary, and Montreal. He teaches creative nonfiction writing through the University of Toronto and in the MFA program at King’s College in Halifax. Ken served as chair of the Public Lending Right Commission, has written recently for Canada’s History, Canadian Geographic, and Maclean’s, and sails with Adventure Canada as a resource historian. Based in Toronto, he has given talks and presentations across Canada, from Dawson City to Dartmouth, and in places as different as Edinburgh, Melbourne, and Hobart.