“Most works of mountaineering literature have been written by men, and most male mountaineers are focussed on the summit: a mountain expedition being qualified by the success or failure of ascent. But to aim for the highest point is not the only way to climb a mountain, nor is a narrative of siege and assault the only way to write about one. Shepherd’s book is best thought of, perhaps, not as a work of mountaineering literature but one of mountain literature. Early on, she confesses that as a young woman she had been prone to a ‘lust’ for ‘the tang of height’, and had approached the Cairngorms egocentrically, apprising them for their ‘effect upon me’. She ‘made always for the summits’. The Living Mountain relates how, over time, she learned to go into the hills aimlessly, ‘merely to be with the mountain as one visits a friend, with no intention but to be with him’. ‘I am on the plateau again, having gone round it like a dog in circles to see if it is a good place,’ she begins one section, chattily. ‘I think it is, and I am to stay up here for a while.’ Circumambulation has replaced summit-fever; plateau has substituted for peak. She no longer has any interest in discovering a pinnacle-point from which she might become the catascopos, the looker-down who sees all with a god-like eye. Thus the brilliant image of the book’s opening page (which has forever changed the way I perceive the Cairngorms) in which she proposes imagining the massif not as a series of individual summits, but instead as an entity: ‘The plateau is the true summit of these mountains; they must be seen as a single mountain, and the individual tops…no more than eddies on the plateau surface.’
As a walker, then, Shepherd practices a kind of unpious pilgrimage. She tramps around, over, across and into the mountain, rather than charging up it. There is an implicit humility to her repeated acts of traverse, which stands as a corrective to the self-exaltation of the mountaineer’s hunger for an utmost point. The pilgrim contents herself always with looking along and inwards to mystery, where the mountaineer longs to look down and outwards onto total knowledge.”
(page 10)
Macfarlane, Robert. (2011). Introduction. In N. Shepherd, The living mountain. Edinburgh, Scotland: Canongate.