There's a reason
Redmond O'Hanlon is one of the finest travel
writers around. Although his laserlike powers
of observation and knack for telling a
rip-roaring story have something to do with it,
the thing that seals the deal is his complete
willingness to cast himself as the straight man.
He's the straightest straight guy around in No
Mercy, which details the journey he made to
a remote lake in the Congo, ostensibly in
search of a mythical dinosaurlike creature that
lives there, with a biologist friend and a coterie
of guides and hired servants.
O'Hanlon isn't just your standard-issue brainy
skeptic who, lo and behold, finds himself
humbled by the mysteries he discovers in an
untamed world. An experienced explorer --
one of his previous books, In Trouble
Again, details an adventure in the Amazon --
he knows what to bring along on a trip: the
proper tools and medications, plenty of toilet
paper and liquor and cigarettes to give as gifts
to people whose help he needs. But beyond
that, he's so open to all kinds of wonder that
he sometimes seems like an enthusiastic
school kid on a field trip, and that's what
makes No Mercy so engaging.
O'Hanlon writes about the people he meets as
if he realizes he's only able to scratch the
surface of their complexity. He never comes
close to condescending to them: He doesn't
laugh at their dependence on fetishes and their
fear of sorcerers and murderous ghost
creatures, and he makes sure the reader
doesn't laugh, either. In describing the flora
and fauna of the Congo, he never adopts that
tired, emotionless Mr. Science Guy persona.
When he spots a frightened mother gorilla, he
(understandably) turns to mush: "She sat in a
high fork of the tree, plainly visible, and
through the binoculars I looked straight into
her shiny black face -- at her averted eyes
beneath the big protruding brow, her squat
nose, the two linked horseshoes of her
nostrils, her wide thin lips -- she seemed
extraordinarily human; I was seized with an
absurd desire to hold her hand, to tell her that
it was all right." In the book's finest section,
O'Hanlon describes how he acted as a
surrogate mother to a baby gorilla someone
had given him. He kisses the top of its head
and tries to explain Freudian theory to it as a
way of illuminating the ways of the world.
Ultimately, No Mercy works because
O'Hanlon recognizes that he's hardly the most
interesting guy in his own book. That honor
goes to Lary Shaffer, a biologist from
Plattsburgh, N.Y., and O'Hanlon's companion
through the first two-thirds of the story. When
the two spot what they think is a flying
squirrel, O'Hanlon starts fishing around in a
guidebook to make sure he's identifying it
correctly. While his nose is buried in the book,
the squirrel takes a magnificent flying leap.
"'Redso,' said Lary, putting a hand on my
arm, 'did your mother never tell you? You
can't learn everything from books ... You got
to look around!'" Of course, O'Hanlon looks
around plenty. But what makes him so likable
is that he can be a real putz -- and he's not
afraid to admit it. -- Salon
O'Hanlon's current driving passion-after journeying among the Amazon's headhunters in his most recent In Trouble Again (Random, 1990) is to catch a glimpse of the African version of the Loch Ness monster: the legendary Mokl-mbembe dinosaur residing in the unreachable depths of Lake Tl, deep in the northern Congo forests. Intrepid-or merely insensible to pain-O'Hanlon ventures forth, armed with antivenom serums and innumerable medicines against alarmingly resistant diseases; bribes for officials of the Marxist People's Republic of the Congo; presents for the Pygmies he hopes to find; a crusty scientist companion, Larry Shaffer, from Plattsburgh, New York; and volumes of birding guides and H.M. Stanley's chronicles of travels into Africa before him. Neither hostile local chiefs nor an army of skin-crawling bedevilments will thwart our O'Hanlon from his goal. His account is minute and ironical, given lively relief by Shaffer's gallows humor. It offers compelling reading, for seasoned travelers and couch potatoes alike, and includes an excellent bibliography of the rich history, wildlife, and exploration of the Congo. Highly recommended.-Amy Boaz, "Library Journal"
Beset by bedbugs, tsetse flies, venal sorcerers, and nettlesome Marxist functionaries, O'Hanlon (In Trouble Again, 1989, etc.) journeys far upriver in the Congo to discover the truth about a prehistoric beast rumored to live deep within the forest.
An odd retinueincluding a sex-starved Congolese government naturalist, a humorously foul-mouthed and caustic American specialist in animal behavior, and a number of good-natured pygmiesaccompanies the intrepid O'Hanlon on this twisted but mirthful Conradian adventure. Subsisting principally on a diet of manioc with the odd dish of monkey meat thrown in, O'Hanlon and his friend, Lary Shaffer (the animal behaviorist), are repeatedly exposed to gastrointestinal discomfort and must endure such other jungle delights as ferocious ants (a malignant swarm of driver ants actually eats one of the travelers' chickens), pythons, and angry chimpanzees. In each village they pass through, they must placate sorcerers or pay off local chiefs. Too often O'Hanlon encounters disease and death; in one chilling episode, he witnesses a boy's drowning in the Congo River, to the consternation of none but the two Westerners. Marcellin, the guide who seems to know a woman in every port, shrewdly steers a protesting O'Hanlon through this strange human and botanical landscape, but even an educated African is not immune to the rules of this spirit-based world. Indeed, by the end of his narrative, O'Hanlon himself, forever stroking a fetish given him by a sorcerer, has gone somewhat nativethough not irrevocably, one would guess. O'Hanlon's staggering knowledge of the region's flora and fauna, in addition to his considerable descriptive skills, adds a further dimension to this casually wacky (and occasionally very sobering) account.
As travel yarn, social commentary, zoological handbook, and snappy satire, O'Hanlon's book resists easy categorization. While some readers might wish O'Hanlon had controlled his more outré rumblings, this is definitely a trip worth taking.