OAP Zapffe Farewell Norway PDF
OAP Zapffe Farewell Norway PDF
OAP Zapffe Farewell Norway PDF
Farewell Norway
BY PE TER WES SEL Z APFFE
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his story—an interview with Jørgen, the “old I mean areas where visitors still run the risk of
man of the mountains”—did not turn out quite bumping into something that’s not in the brochure.
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ideas are both un� Are you in favor of small public cabins or big
timely and extremely controversial. Even so, the hotels? Which do you think is better—highways,
editor doesn’t wish to waste the report, and besides, even railroads, aerial cable-lifts, or tunnels for cog
the most unlikely things sometimes have their purposes. railways—as a means of getting as many people as
possible into the heart of our alpine grandeur?
EDITOR : To get right to the point, sir, what do Hearts should not be exposed to heavy tourist traffic
you think is the best way to make our mountain at all. Up to 1910, maybe, it was appropriate to “open
ranges accessible to as many people as up the mountains.” Nowadays the need is quite the
possible—seeing that these areas are still, as far opposite—to lock up the few mountainous areas that
as recreation is concerned, undeveloped? are left. The last reserves. Not to people who are re�
ally their friends. Just to the ones called “engineer” and
JØRGEN: I beg your pardon? “restaurant chain.”
TRANSLATED BY PETER REED AND EDITED BY CECIEL VERHEIJ | Reference to original publication: Zapffe, P.W. (1993), Farewell Norway.
In P. Reed & D. Rothenberg (Eds.), Wisdom in the Open Air: The Norwegian Roots of Deep Ecology (pp. 52–59). (P. Reed, Trans.). Minneapolis:
University of Minnesota Press. For the version presented here on OpenAirPhilosophy edits were made by Ceciel Verheij. The essay was first
published as “Farvel Norge” in Norsk Tindeklubbens Jubileumsbok in 1958. Permission for publication on OpenAirPhilosophy generously
granted by University of Minnesota Press and by Berit og Peter Wessel Zapffes Fond.
ALL PHOTOGRAPHS ARE, UNLESS MENTIONED OTHERWISE, FROM ARCHIVE OF PETER WESSEL ZAPFFE, NATIONAL LIBRARY OF NORWAY
You mean, “wilderness preservation”? corpses by the twentieth-century treasure hunt. I am
“Preservation” is a pain to virgin wilderness, the same thinking of idiotic roads that are supposed to “ease ac�
way that a vaccination hurts a still healthy body. These cess,” scabby scars over moors and passes, through un�
days we do not even have the chance to “preserve wil� disturbed forests emptied of wildlife, along dried-up
derness.” The only hope is to save ourselves from the rivers and fished-out lakes, flanked by drifts of trash,
total norwegische Apparatlandschaft—Norwegian Tech� by the waste products of the last link in the metabo�
no-landscape. I have to say it in German, we don’t have lism of resource processing. Look at Vassfaret, look at
a word for it in our own language. Fæmundmarka. Words like “barbaric” or “vandalism”
do not describe what happened to those beautiful plac�
You mean, save ourselves from high tension lines es, we have to resort to words like “treason” to describe
and such? the rape that has been committed here. Look at Lake
I mean from the whole filthification of Norway. We Alta in Bardo—formerly a dream beach, seventy miles
have already desecrated the most beautiful places to of cloudberries and birch forests. Now, with a shout of
make room for foreign exchange factories: mountain victory, it has been transformed into thousands of acres
resorts. Concrete boxes called “Sunnycrest” and “Shady of foul, stinking, coal-black mire. They were going to
Glade” to entice asphalt gypsies who soon discover that dam the lake and drown the forest, and these eastern�
“Sunnycrest” is a parking lot and that the “moist air ers got worried that they wouldn’t be able to float their
from alpine cascades” is tainted by the avalanches of boats or pull their nets through the lake, because they’d
garbage from the tourist corral down below; while the get caught on the drowned trees. So they plan the dam
“silvery mountain brook” is sucked down the gullet of so that the water level will come to 60 feet above the
a hydro project up above. treetops. Nobody told them that in winter, when they
draw the water level down 120 feet lower than it used
Now, now (we say mildly), maybe it does get a to be, that the forest would hang high overhead, the
little tacky sometimes, and things happen so fast macabre skeletons of birch trees marching down the
nowadays that resorts will do almost anything to mountainside. You cannot land a boat on the shore,
keep their costs down. But think of all the people it’s just rocks and cliffs now; a nightmare-landscape,
who . . . it is the River Styx you are rowing in, Norway’s grave,
Who turn around in disgust with a lump in their Norway emptied to the dregs of its soul. And nobody
throat? Ah, they have competitors up there, do they? complains. Nobody wants to be a wet blanket at the
Ha. If it is going to be dog eat dog, I don’t really care celebration of Progress. Young peoples’ interests have
which dog eats which. already made the leap from farming to hanging out at
hamburger stands and girlie-mag racks. Hydropower
Whom are you thinking of, exactly? engineers come on the radio and say how sorry they
I am thinking of the plague of development. I mean the are for the poor little birch trees that unfortunately
mountain lakes turned into stone-dead, concrete-lined happened to be hindering the march of Progress. “We
tanks, garnished slag heaps from construction projects. need economic growth one way or the other,” they say.
I went trolling in one of those lakes last year. I caught They do it for the good of Norway.
a twenty-eight-pound rusty baby carriage. I am think�
ing of all the waterfalls dried up by hydro projects, and Things like that are unfortunate, I admit.
with them the waterfalls of the Norwegian spirit. I am But isn’t it a good thing that the village gets
thinking of mountain plateaus turned into shattered electricity?
But you wouldn’t go so far as to take someone’s life? Well, Jørgen, you’re old and wise. But why do
That would only increase suffering. There’s a world of you only talk about these things with your old
difference between saying we should level Oslo and say� mountaineering comrades? Surely they’re hardly a
ing we shouldn’t build a new Oslo in the middle of the philosophical bunch.
wilderness. When I say, with Nietzsche, “verdorben ist die I talk with them because in their sport is a deep phi�
Erde durch die Viel-zu-Vielen”—the earth is destroyed by losophy. It touches a piece of the incomprehensible,
the all-too-many—that doesn’t mean that I’d kill anyone. the magnificent, the consciousness-expanding cosmic
If someone has to die, I’d be the first to volunteer. Figure adventure of what it is to be a human being in the