Scott CookmanRecensioni

This is a non-fiction account of Franklin's last polar expedition, and its tragic failure. Cookman makes the case that the major cause of the failure and loss of life was the poor food, particularly the canned food. The book contends that the supplier used sub-standard ingredients, and did not properly sterilize the food during the canning process. As a result, the author believes that many of the men died from botulism poisoning.

This book provided a fascinating look at the sheer logistics and complexity of planning and provisioning the Terror and the Erebus for the years' long voyages. Its descriptions of the conditions under which the food was processed rivals those in Upton Sinclair's The Jungle.

"The provisioner, Goldner certainly knew stinking meat from fresh, whole vegetables from peelings, and bone, animal hair, mold and rat droppings when he saw them. Even if he did not venture out of his tiny paper-filled office, he could hardly have avoided smelling them. But to Goldner, it looked and smelled like money. What he couldn't see or smell was the fact that it was a bacterial and viral Chernobyl approaching meltdown."

Although, other than its demonization of the provisioner Goldner, the book, as nonfiction, is not generally character-driven, it does portray Franklin as an incompetent, over-the-hill commander, and sypathetically portrays Crozier as the experienced and able arctic explorer who was passed over for command for class reasons. A very interesting read.

Heard about this particular book from a client who had a family member searching by air for any remains/artifacts from this expedition.
It's of great interest and I have other books on the subject, also.
Started reading aloud with Winston - during the summer on the MI cottage sunny hillside. But, he still didn't want to hear anymore about just how cold it was and how these men suffered from the cold.
It is a bit gruesome at times.
So I finished and shared the highlights of rest of book.
Read in 2005.

The problem of historical mysteries is that they are often very hard to solve. The problem with mystical historians is that they often think they can solve them anyway.

We know, in very broad outline, what happened to John Franklin's Northwest Passage expedition: The men went to the ice, they were frozen in, they abandoned their ships, they died trying to get home. But we don't know why. There are many oddities about their behavior, even though their senior officers should have been well-equipped to handle the job.

The result has inevitably been much speculation. Driven mad by lead? Poisoned by botulism? Depressed by the lack of sun? Dead of scurvy?

Many scholars have backed one or another hypothesis. Sadly, the data does not exist to prove any of them. That there was lead in the men seems certain. That there were problems with some of the Goldner canned goods they carried seems likely. That they suffered from scurvy seems certain. But if I had to bet, I'd bet on scurvy above all.

Cookman doesn't. It's all one hypothesis for him, and he beats on it with droning regularity. One gets the feeling that he's perfectly willing to chase Goldner's soul into Hell if it will help him get back at this long-dead innovator (who may, in fact, have been guilty of nothing worse than poor quality control in his still-experimental process). Is it possible that Cookman's hypothesis is right? Yes, it is. But he puts too much effort into his thesis, and not enough into studying the alternative. Throw in some rather blatant errors, and a rather overwhelming intensity, and the result is simply not very convincing. What is needed is a more neutral analysis. I hope it happens someday.

I have read several stories of the Franklin Expedition. This book covered material others didn't. I was especially interested in the background of , the supplier of the tinned food taken on the expedition. Between his greed and the drive of the British navy to cut corners at almost any costs, it doomed this expedition from the beginning. It is a book well worth reading.

A remarkably error- and conjecture-filled book -- nevertheless, contains much useful information about Franklin's last expedition that's hard to get elsewhere, such as crew-lists complete with names, and Admiralty documents on the ships' outfitting.

Here's a copy of the review I wrote when the book first came out:

Sir John Franklin's disappearance in the Arctic -- along with two ships and 128 officers and crew -- was a celebrated mystery in the nineteenth century, attracting enormous public attention both in Great Britain and the United States. Some forty expeditions were launched in search of his party, funded both by governments and public subscriptions. In a way, Franklin's expedition was the Apollo 13 of his times -- only, in his times, without radio or modern communications, such potential martyrdom came with painful slowness. It was three years, and possibly longer, before the last of his crews, scurvy-ridden and likely starving, resorted to cannibalism, having abandoned their ships and dropped their possessions in the snow as they marched wearily towards nowhere. The debate over the ultimate cause of this disaster has been going on for well over a century, and in recent years the old conventional wisdoms have been widely challenged. The lead poisoning hypothesis, suggested by the sloppily-applied beads of lead solder on cans left behind by the expedition, was supported by Owen Beattie's exhumation of three Franklin crewmen in the 1980's, and corroborated by dry-bone analyses conducted by Anne Keenleyside in the 1990's. Cannibalism, so long denied by Franklin worshippers, has similarly gained strong scientific support, as Dr. Keenleyside's microscopic studies of the bones of a group of Franklin's men showed clear cut-marks made by metal-edged weapons at likely sites for de-fleshing. Scurvy, of course, was known about and considered a factor from the start. With so much evidence of the collapse and ill-health of its last survivors, it hardly seems that a new culprit is needed, but this hasn't stopped Scott Cookman from trying. Cookman., a journalist who writes for outdoor magazines, hit upon the idea that it might have been botulism -- again the fault of the badly lead-soldered cans supplied to the expedition by Stephen Goldner -- which was the chief cause of the high rate of mortality of Franklin's men, and the major cause of the failure of his expedition.

Cookman has certainly done some worthwhile new research; his study of Goldner and his patent canning factory is well-documented and full of suggestive -- though far from definitive -- evidence. The chief trouble is, I think, that Cookman overstates his case; like many who succumb to the monomania of a single, unified, explain-it-all theory, he wants botulism to solve every mystery. Thus, he argues that the low number of deaths early on was due to the fact that the tinned meat & soup was well-cooked, and that therefore botulism toxins were eliminated, whereas later when fuel ran low, or on sledge trips where food was not heated thoroughly, the toxin ran rampant. The proportion of officer deaths to that of seamen is accounted for by two sledge parties which, we are to assume, were more or less wiped out by tainted food (yet would not sledge crews take pemmican, biscuit, and salt pork instead of the heavy and bulky canned food, and the equally cumbersome stoves required to heat it?). Yet these sledge trips -- as Cookman fails to make clear -- are entirely conjectural; we know only that one party, led by Gore, deposited records in cairns in May of 1847, and we know that Gore died between then and the record left in April of 1848. But to conclude, on this basis, that Gore and his men, as well as a second, hypothetical sledge crew, suffered a 100% mortality rate, is, at best, highly speculative.

In further pursuit of his hypothesis, Cookman invents scores of other similar "facts." He assumes that Lieutenant Irving, whose presumed grave was found not far from Victory Point by Schwatka decades later, must have died on the spot within days of the May 1847 record, which indicated he was alive and carrying out his duties. He further assumes that somehow, the correlation between eating tinned supplies and sudden death went unnoticed for a considerable time. Perhaps lead poisoning could be brought in to explain this extraordinary lapse of judgment, but Cookman doesn't even bother to address the issue. Most disturbingly, Cookman omits any evidence about Goldner's meats that might undermine his case. In January of 1852, as part of an investigation that is the key to Cookman's entire argument, inspectors at the Royal Navy's Clarence Victualling-yard went through eighteen cases' worth of Goldner's meats, finding that an extraordinary portion of the cans -- 85% -- contained putrid or inedible meat. You'd think that Cookman would tout this statistic, but he hardly mentions it. The inspectors' report, however, contains an observation that strongly contradicts Cookman's hypothesis:

In many of the cases is appeared that the putridity had arisen from the atmosphere not being thoroughly expelled previously to the meat being put in.
The bacterium which produces the botulin toxin is, as Cookman emphasizes, anaerobic. This means that it cannot survive in an incompletely sealed can in which air is present, and that the cans observed by the Navy's inspectors, despite their admittedly putrid contents, could not possibly have given anyone botulism.
If it is true, as Cookman alleges, that Goldner hired unskilled workers instead of tinsmiths or plumbers (professional solderers) to seal up his cans, workers who used only one sloppily applied bead of solder (instead of the two, internal and external beads called for), would not the problem with spoilage more likely be due to the cans being poorly sealed? Cookman never addresses this gap in his argument, relying on hyperbole to plaster over his omission. Yet if botulism were a widespread problem with Goldner's foods, one would expect very high mortality indeed -- as Cookman himself often notes, the botulin toxin is so powerful even a single milligram could kill a whole ships' crew. One would expect 40 or 50 casualties in the first year instead of three! His claim that the cooks heated the cans and thus eliminated the toxin is a tenuous one -- it takes at least 10 minutes at a full boil to do this, and with fuel (as Cookman notes) strictly budgeted, what cook would boil food so long? The food may well have not been boiled at all, excepting the soups, merely heated and served. That coal later ran quite short is likely -- but it was known all along that it was very limited, and no reason to imagine it was at first squandered through endless boiling of soup only later to be rationed to the point where food would hardly be cooked at all. More likely coal was rationed from the start, and when available alternate fuel (barrel staves, crate slats, etc.) would have been used, none of which supports the notion that shipboard cooks would have wasted it on a ten-minute boiling regimen.

Goldner himself is vilified to such a degree that he begins to take on an almost cartoonish degree of evil; like Lex Luthor, if there is any ill wind blowing, it's Goldner who operates the bellows. Cookman's purple prose, which abounds in fanciful scene-setting and fictive filler, doesn't help matters. Still, the carelessness and greed of Goldner, and the inadequate inspection of the Admiralty, certainly come through dramatically, and the hazards of early canning techniques have rarely been so thoroughly analyzed or so vividly described. As with other disasters in the history of exploration, it is often the very newest technology, whose presence reassures both explorers and the public that everything is the 'latest,' which proves to be the weak link in the chain. Alas, Victorian medicine understood neither lead poisoning nor botulism, and failed to follow up on what little it knew about scurvy. Competitive bidding, which meant that an inexperienced cut-corner supplier such as Goldner could underbid those who had safely supplied previous Arctic expeditions, and lack of meaningful inspection, laid the groundwork for disaster. Owen Beattie and others have made a clear, laboratory- corroborated case for lead-poisoning from Goldner's cans being a significant factor in the Franklin disaster, but Cookman's arguments, like Goldner's meats, are both half-cooked and packed with filler. The unfortunate thing is that the reading public will likely consume them without so much as a stomach-ache.

While the text can be a little overwrought for non-fiction, Ice Blink is still a frighteningly informative (if depressing) description of what happened to the (utterly doomed) Franklin Expedition. Grr. They were so cocksure, so Victorian, so British that they went ahead and killed themselves on a mission that was (we can so easily see this now) doomed to utter failure from the start.½

It says something about a nonfiction book when you have a hard time putting it down. But this book was amazing. It's in a much more readable style than Frozen in Time was, and it focused exclusively on the Franklin expedition and the probable factors in its fate, whereas Frozen in Time focused mostly on exhuming the bodies of the three men found on Beechey Island and learning what they could from the bodies.

There are times when Cookman seems to over-dramaticize(sp?) things he couldn't possibly have known. He describes Goldner sipping fine wine, cozy next to a warm fire, while the men on the Terror and Erebus freeze and suffer from botulism due to his tainted canned goods, or Crozier deserting his ship with tears in his eyes.

Other than that, though, I found this book highly enjoyable and at a few points, terrifying (the chapter on the possibility of cannibalism will likely give me nightmares). I have purchased both Ice Blink and Frozen in Time. I'd like to reread the books and write in them, something I can't do with my library copies.

All in all, if you're interested in polar exploration or the Franklin expedition, I highly recommend this book.

I found this book after seeing Dan Simmons fictional tale "The Terror" being based on the incident. A tragic and very interesting read. Ice Blink is the story of Sir John Franklin's doomed expedition to find the Northwest Passage in 1845. There is a lot of founded speculation as to the behavior and thoughts of the ill fated men, but backed by other examples of similar tragedies. Though Cookman clearly sites Beattie and Geiger's "Frozen in Time" as an inspiration, he never heavily relies on it. An intense telling of over a hundred men trapped on two ships in the winter arctic, stuck, desperate and diseased. Despite all the greatness of "modern technologies", ego and greed can bring downfall. Recommended for those fascinated with stranded isolationism and Polar Expeditions.

A very good book, that will want you to think twice before eating tinned food again.

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