Thinking Like an Iceberg. Olivier Remaud

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off his studies and embarks for a few months on the whaling ship Hope. From February to August 1880, he sails between Greenland, the Faroe Islands and Spitsbergen. He is horrified to discover what the whale hunters did. He describes the thick fogs, and several times he falls into the cold waters. Luckily, he escapes. The experience leaves its mark. In his diary, he writes about the ‘other-world feeling’ that he experienced from the very first moments, and which never left him. This other-worldly feeling haunted him with the power of an obsession.16 The budding writer did not return unscathed from his journey beyond the Arctic Circle.

      An iceberg emerging from the mist has all the features of a miracle.

      It is inexplicable: how can one describe it? The appearance of a mass on the water, the memory of the moment when it broke away from a glacier, its immense dimensions, the fear of a collision, all these elements ‘disturb’ one’s habits. The mind feels the need to find clearer and more stable meanings. It must be able to fill its confusion. Metaphors help it to rationalise its ‘situation of need’.18 They domesticate the feeling of ‘the uncanny’, as Sigmund Freud put it, that icebergs inspire. They tame the irrational part of the sublime feeling, when nature is frightening. Their role is to re-establish, as far as possible, an unequivocal, or at least a more reassuring, order of understanding. For this reason, the iceberg gives rise to many metaphors. It also becomes the ideal partner for inner conversations. Everyone recognises their own image in it. On the condition that we admit its finitude. But in what way exactly?

      Walter Benjamin closely studied the use of allegory in Baroque drama. He interprets this figure as the language of the creature separated from its origin by the original sin. No transcendence governs its existence any more. No salvation is possible. Everything is frozen. With the allegory, history itself becomes crystallised. The ‘observer is confronted with . . . a petrified primordial landscape.’19 In the history of art, baroque allegories do not present themselves with harmonious lines, as symbols of eternity. They show skulls. The skull is the face of time.

      In the end, icebergs are fascinating because they embody a series of insoluble paradoxes. They give rise to hope as much as to despair. Their solid forms say, first of all, that they will last. They arouse a desire for permanence. Then they erode, showing that they are destined to fall apart. The block is ephemeral. On the one hand, it sculpts itself, changing its appearance in a short time. Its ability to reinvent itself is captivating. On the other hand, it reminds us of the fleeting nature of existence, impeding any real consolation.

      The romantic spirit is sometimes euphoric, sometimes inconsolable. It combines exaltation and sadness, the passion for the grandiose and the allegorically natural. It admires monumental nature and contemplates death. It always sees icebergs as something other than what they are: contours and proportions that evoke familiar faces, animal profiles, the silhouettes of buildings, or even skulls. In the middle of the polar oceans, everyone interprets their morphological diversity through the prism of their desires or concerns. Sometimes they know that the causes of their changing aesthetics lie elsewhere: winds, currents, collisions, warm waters. Perhaps they even suspect that without ice there would be no humanity, or any other life.

      Church and Noble’s journey is over.

      More than a century later, a professional sailor is sailing in the Southern Ocean. His mind is made up: he leaves the first run of the solo round-the-world race in March 1968. It didn’t matter that he had a good chance of winning. He left the competition because he wanted to follow his own path, away from ‘civilisation’ and all its fakery. Using a home-made slingshot, he fires a brief message onto the deck of an anchored oil tanker: ‘I am continuing non-stop to the Pacific Islands, because I am happy at sea, and perhaps also to save my soul.’21 Despite his melancholy, he moves even further away from his family and friends and ventures towards Cape Horn and the Pacific, towards the Galápagos Islands.

      Bernard Moitessier listens to the wind during his flight. He talks to the clouds and counts the raindrops on the sails. Dolphins accompany him for a few days and guide him off the reefs. Childhood memories come back to him. He cuts his beard every week to enjoy his own morning porridge clean-shaven and does yoga exercises in the cockpit of his small sailing boat. He travels towards peace and freedom. He lives in the present in order to ‘forget the world, its merciless rhythm of life’.22

      Unlike James Cook, Moitessier did not cross the Antarctic Circle several times in an attempt to discover the continent that scholars and ministers talked about in the gilded halls of the British capital. He is not brought to a stop before an impassable wall, peopled by giants. When he returns and publishes his story, the collective imagination does not take off like a grass fire. The world is not enthralled by the ‘islands of ice’ floating in the Southern Ocean. His ‘diamond’ sparkles are not as mystical as those in Brendan de Clonfert. The allegorical tendency of polar romanticism is foreign to him. Unlike Noble, he is not one for rhetorical emphasis. Instead, he relishes simple words that speak of the possibility of a quite profane ecstasy.

      He is afraid of icebergs. But he assumes that seeing just one of them will satisfy his wanderlust. He knows that many have wanted to pass through an imaginary mirror and have bumped into their own faces, like Narcissus in the clear water of a spring. Some have perished. He just runs away.

      The iceberg is the mirror that the Moderns set up between them and nature to contemplate themselves. They imagine another side in order to get closer to their reflection. Self-esteem needs a magnetic North or South, a specular material.

      But,

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