I was not at all enthusiastic about starting this. It just reeked boys adventure sport, probably poorly written following a formula. Boring… It is very nice to be wrong.
Peak (yes that is the hero’s name) is sprung by the NYC SWAT team painting his trademark blue mountain graffiti on a 75 story building, about level with the 70th floor. You see Peak is a talented rock climber, and there aren’t many rocks in the city, so he has to make do. When a copy cat falls to his death, the City of New York decides that Peak must be made an example. He is sentenced to 2 years in Juvenile Detention or leave the country immediately with his estranged father.
It turns out that Peak’s father runs a commercial climbing country, and he has a great idea for some publicity. His son is about to become the youngest person to every climb Mount Everest. So before Peak can think, he is in Tibet, clinging to the north side of Everest.
Smith takes this simple plot and adds layers of complexity. Peak befriends a young boy who has been forced to leave school to support his family, probably by becoming a Sherpa on Everest. The is a subplot about a Chinese army officer and the difficulties he causes for the climbers. Peak personality is far more complex than many fictional sporting heroes. He discovers a lot about himself on the slopes of Everest, including the importance of family. And then there is the English assignment.
I found the setting unusually unsettling. Most authors would portray Everest as pristine wilderness. Not Smith, he makes it clear that the climbing trails are so heavily used that the environment can no longer cope. The resulting pollution makes Base Camp sound revolting. And then as the climbers get higher they start seeing the corpses of those who didn’t make it. Smith makes it sound like there are too many to count and heaps more every year.
I found this to be a rivetting read.