Ahh, thanks for clarifying that, Moss.
I didn't think that it had a fiction feel. It felt like the real thing. He took me there, exploring deep, hidden valleys, bushwhacking for hours through thick bramble alongside him, I would get to the end of a chapter scratched, bleeding, muddy-wet, exhausted and very hungry. Elizabeth would look over and say, "What happened to you?" and I would reply, "Good book." LOL
Where I'm coming from is that he filled-in peoples' lives, their love lives, childhoods, etc. Of course, he couldn't have been there. The level of detailed conversation between people 20 years ago, that's what I meant.
I suppose I should have phrased it that way "based on real source material".
Yea, that much is clear. It isn't made up out of nothing. It's quite impressive in its realisticness. One couldn't make a lot of that material up out of pure imagination. It's a story based on the research he's gathered combined with his personal experiences. Please allow me to correct myself. It's not fiction. It's an account, a narrative non-fiction.
He did an amazing job dropping names, real names, people I've met personally, companies I've ordered gear from, gear I use. And then he pulls you into the mix, Moss. Richard Preston did a great job with this book.
I would recommend it to anyone, but there will be a more special connection with tree climbers.