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The letters formed an elegant chronicle of hope and hardship, ambition and anguish, written by a plain man who looked only up. In the moonlight, Jim Whittaker wrote to his mother, "this is the most beautiful mountain in the world." "Onward and upward," he wrote to his brother, despite his sorrow at the death of a fellow climber. "I've been an individual enough of my life," he wrote to his wife, Blanche. "The important thing is that someone makes it. I'll be happy to go as high as I can or as high as I am permitted to...
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