"Kim Stanley Robinson - Antarctica" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)ANTARCTICA
Kim Stanley Robinson "The land looks like a fairytale. - ROALD AMUNDSEN 1. Ice Planet 2. Science in the Capital 3. In the Antarctic Grain 4. Observation Hill 5. A Site of Special Scientific Interest 6. In the Footsteps of Amundsen 7. Down the Rabbit Hole 8. The Sirius Group 9. Big Trouble 10. Roberts Massif 11. Extreme Weather Event 12. Transantarctica 13. The McMurdo Convergence 14. From the Bottom Up 15. Shackleton's Leap First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart. Breaks it first in all the usual sorry ways of the world, sure-as for instance when you go down to the ice to do something unusual and exciting and romantic, only to find that your job there is in fact more tedious than anything you have ever done, janitorial in its best moments but usually much less interesting than that. Or when you discover that McMurdo, the place to which you are confined by the strictest of company regulations, resembles an island of traveler services clustered around the offramp of a freeway long since abandoned. Or, worse yet, when you meet a woman, and start something with her, and go with her on vacation to New Zealand, and travel around South Island with her, the first woman you ever really loved; and then after a brief off-season you return to McMurdo and your reunion with her only to have her dump you on arrival as if your Kiwi idyll had never happened. Or when you see her around town soon after that, trolling with the best of them; or when you find out that some people are calling you "the sandwich, " in reference to the ice women's old joke that bringing a boyfriend to Antarctica is like bringing a sandwich to a smorgasbord. Now that's heartbreak for you. But then the place has its own specifically Antarctic heartbreaks as well, more impersonal than the worldly kinds, cleaner, purer, colder. As for instance when you are up on the polar plateau in late winter, having taken an offer to get out of town without a second thought, no matter the warnings about the boredom of the job, for how bad could it be compared to General Field Assistant? And so there you are riding in the enclosed cab of a giant transport vehicle, still thinking about that girlfriend, ten thousand feet above sea level, in the dark of the long night; and as you sit there looking out the cab windows, the sky gradually lightens to the day's one hour of twilight, shifting in invisible stages from a star-cluttered black pool to a dome of glowing indigo lying close overhead; and in that pure transparent indigo floats the thinnest new moon imaginable, a mere sliver of a crescent, which nevertheless illuminates very clearly the great ocean of ice rolling to the horizon in all directions, the moonlight glittering on the snow, gleaming |
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