Open letter to Sue Cobb, author of THE EDGE OF EVEREST, (Stackpole Books, 1989)
Am breathless, though @ sea level. Your book absolutely stunned me. In your straightforward way, you brought me right to your side on the mountain and let me peek into your soul. Often I would reread a paragraph, page, scene, and I rarely do that. Even though I knew you were alive, I found the descent excruciating, especially - last straw - when you got lost. Had to laugh when your husband wired about meeting for a whirl of embassy parties in Europe when all you had were your climbing clothes. Loved your remark to Bush, senior, re the good fortune that "the safety of the free world doesn't depend on my getting to the top of Mount Everest." But am straying off the mountain, where I've lingered too long, since my book comes out Nov. 15, and I need to focus on marketing. But I can't get off of Everest. Hopefully writing you will help. Can still hear the crunch-crunch-crunch as you lay close to death, feel the letdown when the flag came down. Imagine a reunion on the Spanish Steps - one of the world's most romantic spots. How profoundly moved your family members must have been when they read your book. You had an experience outside that of most of us. Thanks for the profound journey. Ann Seymour , author of "I'll Always Love You."
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