the lost city of z

i got this book last year, and funnily enough picked it up on saturday because i wanted a bit of fiction. it wasnt until i was almost forty pages in on the bus saturday night that i actually noticed that the book is completely true. its a narrative nonfiction and those are the best. i hadnt been engrossed in one of these so intensely since i read "devil in the white city" about the emergence of serial killers and the the world fair in chicago around the turn of the century. i finished this book last night and let me say i could not put it down. its a fast read, fascinating and connects you with a dying breed of anything left mysterious in this world.

percy harrison fawcett was an explorer for the royal geographic society based out of london and made several ground breaking trips into the jungles of the amazon. thought to be somehwat of an immortal for being able to run in and out of the deepest part of the jungle unscathed of disease and restless natives, he slowly became obsessed with finding the lost city of z. the ruins lost deep into the rain forests of brazil were supposedly the evidence that the indians were less of crude group of subhumans and more of the last of a thriving race that were conquered by the white man and their european diseases. in 1925 fawcett and his son went back on the last and fateful trip to the mato grosso in search of the city never to be seen again.

the story centers on faucett and his exploration but also the hundreds of people that went in after him, feeding the obsession of the explorer. some people made it out alive, but most like percy, were never heard from again. the author himself even made the trip in 2005.

the book is insightful, intriguing and mostly, sucks you into the story like the many explorers trying to follow in his path over the last hundred years. any way blah blah blah. read this book. its amazing.