This subtle and exquisitely well-written memoir of one of the most fascinating characters from the community of British climbing deserves the widest acclaim. Forget your Joe Simpsons and Chris Boningtons - Mo Anthoine was the real thing, doing the sport for the love of it, deflating the pretensions of the pompous, climbing with the best, never boasting or bullshitting or giving in to the clouds of gloom other writers like to hang around the scene, just laughing all the way. Alvarez does him justice, gets right to the heart of the man, and in doing so, to the heart of the sport itself. It reminds me of that last scene in The Wild Bunch - the old-timer and the grizzled survivor sitting there outside the stockade roaring with laughter. In its understated way, it's one of the classics of mountain literature. And unlike Joe Simpson, Alvarez sure can write..!