Stephen Alter’s Becoming a Mountain is an extraordinary travelogue. Carefully chosen words strung together in simple prose resurrect memories of Sacred Waters , Alter’s memorable account of journeys on foot along old pilgrim trails to the multiple sources of the Ganga in Garhwal. The urge to seek out ‘spectacular view(s) of the high Himalayas… Bandarpunch… its twin turrets of ice trimmed with sunlight… Nanda Devi… delicate as a moth with folded wings’, appears to be even stronger now, as does Alter’s love of forests and wildlife. Darwa Top and other ‘bugyals’ remain, for him, ‘the summer gardens of the goddess’. Dodital, ‘its clear water the colour of moss agate’, is still irresistible, while the shades of rocks around Kailash fascinate him no end. The craving to be awake at daybreak, because ‘at no other time… do the mountains seem so alive, so full of sounds and smells’, is as intense as ever, the lust for air that ‘has never been breathed before and light (that) is young’, unquenchable.
Folklore and mythological stories — often contesting versions — continue to animate ‘the natural splendour of the Himalayas with echoes of an epic imagination’, helping Alter understand social relationships and everyday life. Remarkably, despite his deep awareness of ‘the mountain and the goddess’ he chooses, at times, to write tentatively, ‘I have looked at this mountain all my life… yet… the mountain’s myths and its natural history have an elusive, enigmatic quality.’ It is equally significant that while recognising the impact of myths on historical processes, Becoming a Mountain is emphatic about distinguishing historical personages and events from the mythological, Alter’s ‘convictions as an atheist reaffirmed by the material reality of Kailash’.
Conversations with people and environmental activists are woven into the fabric of both books.
A thread binds the journeys which Alter writes about in
Alter, the scars still eroding his ‘physical and mental confidence’, seeks healing, solace and calm, the feeling that all that he has lost is restored, and ‘the simple contentment that frees us from terror, anguish and anxiety’ . This quest for the sacred, his own reflections on walking the mountains, combined with his immersion in the histories of wandering, as also in the varied meanings of faith and of mountains for human beings, prompt Alter to scale ‘those staircases of rock’ on Bandarpunch, and undertake journeys to Nanda Devi and Kailash, climbs that leave him with feelings of ‘reverence as well as trepidation’. This is possible because like Aldo Leopold, who urges us to ‘think like a mountain’, or Tom Longstaff, who wrote ‘To know a mountain you must sleep upon it’, Alter too seeks ‘to surrender to the mountains with humility’. Instead of ‘conquering and colonising high places,’ he tries to ‘become like the mountains’. This constitutes the book’s distinctive core and is a wonderful prescription for wayfarers and travellers. Alter’s suggestion, however, that Becoming a Mountain could also work as a panacea for 2013-like Himalayan disasters, may at best be a necessary first step in confronting capitalism’s tightening grip on landscapes and minds, rather than a complete solution.
Interestingly, a hint of this core concern is present towards the end of Sacred Waters , ‘whatever I encountered seemed to lie within myself, as if the snow peaks and the waterfalls, the glacier and the river, the rocks and the flowers, had been absorbed into my body’. To the extent that the new book appears to take off from where the old ended, it is very likely that even if Alter and Ameeta had not been ‘touched by evil,’ he would still have served up a similar, though differently textured treat, rooted in other ‘Himalayan Journeys’ undertaken at some other time.
Memories came alive while reading this book, a silent tribute welling up towards the end for shoemaker Staudinger, who, in his 80s and fit as a fiddle, died walking his favourite mountain path in Tirol.
The book is over, the reading done, but Bruce Chatwin’s question, ‘What Am I Doing Here’ has taken hold as also a relentless urge to return to ‘old ways’, seeking to become a mountain.
(Mukul Mangalik is an associate professor of History, Ramjas College, DU, a keen mountain wanderer )