sexta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2014


Odette de Barros Mott (1913-1998) deixou grande legado para a cultura brasileira através de sua produção infantojuvenil. Sua obra, composta de mais de 80 títulos, impõe-se pelo pioneirismo no tratamento de temáticas realistas para o público adolescente, ao qual dedicou a maior parte de seus escritos. Títulos como Justino, O Retirante (1970) e Rosa dos Ventos (1972), não obstante seus mais de 40 anos, conservam o espírito renovador da autora, que se propôs a conscientizar o leitor jovem através de sua literatura, bem como de sua presença constante em escolas e bibliotecas, nas quais palestrava tratando de temas polêmicos e instigando o debate entre o público.

A Transamazônica também começa a ter sua literatura específica: a professora Odette de Barros Mott, autora de 18 livros infantis, publicou pela Editora Brasiliense, com execução técnica da Grafipar, de Curitiba, "A Transa-Amazônica", já em segunda edição. Em "A Transa-Amazônica", a autora prossegue uma nova fase de literatura infanto-juvenil, iniciada com "Justino, o Retirante": estórias voltadas aos problemas reais, concretos do povo brasileiro, numa linguagem simples destinada a atingir os adolescentes (o livro sai na coleção "Jovens de todo mundo"), dando informações sobre uma realidade muito recente - a conquista do Norte brasileiro, contando a aventura de Osório e sua família deixando o vale do São Francisco e se integrando na colonização da Amazônia.”

Odette de Barros Mott

A Transa Amazônica (a grande ilusão). Odette de Barros Mott. Editora Brasiliences. 128 p. 1973. ISBN8570561253

A Transa Amazônica (a grande ilusão). Odette de Barros Mott. Atual Editora. 164 p. 1986. ISBN8570561253

quinta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2014

FAWCETT- Os livros sobre o desaparecimento do Coronel Percy Fawcet

Esta postagem vista listar os livros sobre o Coronel Fawcett  e as expedições que foram realizadas para tentar localizá-lo.

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Hermes Leal - Coronel Fawcett - A verdadeira história do Indiana Jones

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Luiz Galdino - A cidade perdida: nas pegadas do coronel Fawcett


Brazilian Adventure - Peter Fleming

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Edição Brasileira - Uma aventura no Brasil - Peter Fleming - Editora Marco Zero. 1996

In 1930, Peter Fleming answered an advertisement in the Times of London’s ‘Agony Column’, seeking for brave adventurers to engage on a voyage to Brazil, there to seek the truth about the disappearance of Col. Percy Fawcett. At that time a literary editor for The Spectator, Fleming was almost immediately hooked by the prospect and signed on.

Unlike, Fawcett’s narrative, which resounds with doom and grim determination in the face of adversity, Fleming’s tale is a completely different beast. Fleming is a product of his time; an almost Bertie Wooster-like character, self-deprecating, wryly amused and unwilling to take himself too seriously. Even through the most desperate straits of his travels there is a solid vein of dry humour colouring the re-telling, and this makes for vivid and very entertaining reading. As an indication of his puckish nature, he even imitates the classic photograph of Fawcett in the frontispiece of his own book, hands in pockets and complete with the classic pipe.

Fleming (younger brother of the far more self-important Ian Fleming and a far better writer) never did find out conclusively what happened to Fawcett, but after 3,000 miles and the discovery of a new river tributary of the Amazon, he pens a thrilling, amusing and highly entertaining narrative of his failed attempt full of interesting observations.

Brazilian Adventure is a book by Peter Fleming about his search for the lost Colonel Percy Fawcett in the Brazilian jungle. Fawcett along with his son and another companion had disappeared while searching for the Lost City of Z in 1925. Fleming was working as literary editor for The Times when he answered a small ad asking for volunteers to join an expedition to find out what had happened to Fawcett. The story of Fleming's 1932 expedition is told in Brazilian Adventure.
Despite a great deal of fanfare, the expedition seems to have been very poorly organized and Fleming and his companions do not seem to have done much preparation, not even bothering to learn Portuguese. The expedition, commanded by an eccentric American "Major George Lewy Pingle" (in reality, an alias for Captain J. G. Holman), eventually made its way to the Araguaya river and proceeded down it, blasting away at any creature that moved.
When the expedition reached the Tapirapé River, which Fawcett was known to have traveled, the group broke up, with Major Pingle refusing to go any farther. Fleming and two other colleagues resigned from the expedition and headed up river alone. After some difficult traveling, they were forced to turn back without discovering anything about the fate of Fawcett.
The third part of the book describes Fleming and his friends racing Major Pingle and the loyalists down the Araguaya and Tocantins rivers to the Amazon River and the port of Belém, from where they could get a ship home. This part of the journey actually has a purpose, whereas it is difficult to believe that members of the expedition were really serious about the search for Fawcett.
The book is a light and amusing read and Fleming writes well, although he is very much a product of his time and class. The book's claim to fame is that it is, in the word of the author, "honest," in the sense that it lampooned earlier works of travel literature, such as the sometime over-the-top descriptions of daring-do found in Colonel Fawcett's writings. For this reason it is often considered a classic of travel literature, along with Fleming's next two books, One's Company: A Journey to China in 1933 (published in 1934) and News from Tartary: A Journey from Peking to Kashmir (1936) which were widely read by the public and influential with other travel writers.
Peter Fleming was the brother of Ian Fleming, author of the James Bond thriller series.


Fawcett: Fact & Fable

Letters, manuscripts, and other records written by Colonel Percy Harrison Fawcett were compiled by his son, Brian, in Lost Trails, Lost Cities (Funk & Wagnalls, 1953; also titled Exploration Fawcett). In this chronicle, the Colonel detailed his adventures in Mato Grosso, South America, as he searched for the ruins of an ancient lost city ("I call it 'Z' for the sake of convenience," he wrote) between 1906 and 1925. Though his journal ended with his strange disappearance sometime after 29 May 1925, his story continued long after.
Other books about the Fawcett saga quickly followed. George M. Dyott searched for Fawcett and wrote an account in Man Hunting in the Jungle: Being the Story of a Search for Three Explorers Lost in the Brazilian Wilds (The Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1930). Waggish travel writer Peter Fleming wrote of his search for Fawcett -- and his criticism of Dyott -- in Brazilian Adventure (Scribner's, 1933). Robert Churchward collected his observations of all the fuss in Wilderness of Fools: An account of the Adventures in Search of Lieut-Colonel P. H. Fawcett (Routledge, 1936), and later, and in a children's book, Explorer (Thomas Nelson, 1957).
idol Fawcett's interest in the occult insured that more speculative accounts of his adventures would ensue. Fawcett had in his possession a black basalt stone idol, given him by none other than Sir H. Rider Haggard. He wrote, "I could think of only one way of learning the secret of the stone image, and that was by means of psychometry -- a method that may evoke scorn by many people but is widely accepted by others who have managed to keep their minds free from prejudice." The psychotometrist, holding the idol in the dark, told Fawcett of "a large irregularly shaped continent stretching from the north coast of Africa across to South America... Then I see volcanoes in violent eruptions, flaming lava pouring down their sides, and the whole land shakes with a mighty rumbling sound... The voice says: 'The judgment of Atlanta will be the fate of all who presume to deific power!' I can get no definite date of the catastrophe, but it was long prior to the rise of Egypt, and has been forgotten -- except, perhaps, in myth." Fawcett asserted that "the connection of Atlantis with parts of what is now Brazil is not to be dismissed contemptuously, and belief in it -- with or without scientific corroboration -- affords explanations for many problems which otherwise are unsolved mysteries." (Lost Trails, Lost Cities, pp. 15-17)
In a letter to his son Brian, Colonel Fawcett wrote of the city he sought:
I expect the ruins to be monolithic in character, more ancient than the oldest Egyptian discoveries. Judging by inscriptions found in many parts of Brazil, the inhabitants used an alphabetical writing allied to many ancient European and Asian scripts. There are rumors, too, of a strange source of light in the buildings, a phenomenon that filled with terror the Indians who claimed to have seen it.
The central place I call "Z" -- our main objective -- is in a valley surmounted by lofty mountains. The valley is about ten miles wide, and the city is on an eminence in the middle of it, approached by a barrelled roadway of stone. The houses are low and windowless, and there is a pyramidal temple. The inhabitants of the place are fairly numerous, they keep domestic animals, and they have well-developed mines in the surrounding hills. Not far away is a second town, but the people living in it are of an inferior order to those of "Z." Farther to the south is another large city, half buried and completely destroyed.
Of this information, Brian Fawcett wrote, "At that time I questioned none of this, even if I felt a shade of wonderment as to how he came out so pat with the details about 'Z.' I had no idea in those days how much was based on research, how much on personal knowledge, and how much on the babblings of clairvoyants; but the thought of what he might find thrilled me considerably." (Ruins in the Sky, p. 48)
Margaret Lumley Brown recorded some of her correspondences with Fawcett in her book Both Sides of the Door: A Psychological Sketch (1918, under the pen name "Irene Hay"). It was her interest in the lost continent of Atlantis that compelled her to write the Colonel. In a reply dated 9 September 1924 Fawcett wrote:
Your query suggests that you have been getting communications purporting to be of an Atlantean nature. Such is not impossible as Atlantis is very much "in the air" just now. Such communication might certainly come through sensitives; that is to say waves of released information are picked up, or a deliberate plan is being developed. Are you by any chance getting strange characters? I happen to know a good many of these, albeit I am only aware of the meaning of very few. Such evidence would be very interesting, a good deal more so than general statements. If you are not, try to get them... To attempt to get into communication with an Occult Community depends so absolutely upon the Hierarchy of the latter as to be very improbable. You could never be quite sure that you were not being deluded without other proof of some kind. It might however occur if conditions were suitable and a purpose were being served -- for mere curiosity probably not... Psychics may give very genuine information, but it has to be carefully sifted as there are so many cross currents, particularly when not in trance. Time of course they know nothing about. In fact it is subject to acceleration and retardation by laws they know nothing about. I may be in London before long and if you are in touch with anything Atlantean might possibly be able to help you."
In another letter dated 12 October 1924 he wrote:
No doubt Atlantean dress varied a good deal, as does national dress in Europe and changed frequently through the ages of its development and decline. During what one may call the post-catastrophic period, men wore a species of short full knickerbockers, sandals, a hat rather suggestive of the biretta and were naked from the waist up. Climate of course permitted this. Hair was a long thick bob reaching to the shoulders. Women wore a robe suggesting Grecian style hanging from the shoulders, sandals, very long hair controlled by a fillet -- usually of gold -- and a necklace of square cut stones varying in nature but usually blue in the upper classes -- a stone that I am doubtful if we know today. But it may have been blue diamond (were that not so rare), for it was extremely fiery. Relics of these people still exist and statuary and some relief work in good preservation shows this dress very clearly. Colour of dress was fawn, yellow or white and the texture was extremely silky. But it was neither cotton nor silk of the silk worm. I do not think your experiences should be abandoned but rather carefully controlled. They will certainly not lead to any disagreeable quality of the World of Effects. On the contrary you may be assisting the purposes of the occult Hierarchy in some way, for "Atlantis" is destined not before long to revolutionise many branches of science and bring religion to its senses.
In his book Mysteries of Ancient South America (1947), Harold Wilkins expressed one commonly held theory regarding the fate of the colonel:
No one knows what happened to the Fawcetts -- father and son -- and young Mr. Rimell. In fact, the Matto Grosso swamps and jungles are such queer places, with records of white men detained by Indian tribes for twenty-five or thirty years and then returning to civilisation, that one would not deem it impossible, if improbable, that Colonel Fawcett himself is still alive, perhaps in the recesses of the White Mountains, or the hinterland of the Serra do Roncador, even today, 1945. (p. 67)
Subsequent Fawcett "sightings" were inevitable. In April 1933, a Dominican missionary, relating what an Indian woman told him, said, "The Fawcett party are held prisoners in a camp between the Rios Kuluesene, Kuluene, and Das Mortes. Colonel Fawcett has been forced to marry a daughter of an Indian chief." In July of the same year, Monsignor Coutouran reported a statement made by Signor Virginio Pessione, who visited an estate on the Rio São Manoel, many miles northwest of Dead Horse Camp (Fawcett's last know camp). Pessione said that an Indian woman of the Nafucua tribe told him, "When my son was still at the breast, there arrived in my village three white men and Indians, descending the Kuluene in a large canoe. One white man was tall, old, and blue-eyed, also bearded and bald. Another was a youth, said to be the son of the first; the third was of greater age. The elder wore a felt hat and colonel helmet ... About a year ago I saw them last." In 1934, an American missionary, Paul Guiley, saw a young boy with white skin, blue eyes, and close-cropped hair, and was told that the child was a son of one of the Fawcett party. Another missionary, Marthe Moennich, told the same story in a book she published in 1942. Soon, it seemed every Indian boy in the area born with fair skin was said to be Fawcett's son.
In April 1933, a theodolite compass belonging to Fawcett was found near the camp of the Bacaari Indians in the Mato Grosso. The excellent condition of the compass led Fawcett's wife Nina to believe he was still alive. In a letter to Wilkins dated February 1940, she wrote:
To me that is reason to believe that Colonel Fawcett was still alive and working with his surveying instruments -- in the Mato Grosso jungle -- as recently as April 1933. My husband was then alive and working, and probably had a certain amount of freedom, though under constant surveillance of the Indian tribe which, I believe, captured them about 1926 or 1927, and with those people they were obliged to remain.
Nina Fawcett's optimism was no doubt reinforced by the claim that she received telepathic messages from her husband as late as 1934. By 1952, Harold Wilkins (Secret Cities of Old South America, pp. 21-22) believed he had the true story of the fate of the Colonel. According to his unnamed German informant, who visited an Indian village near the Xingu River, east of Dead Horse Camp, in 1932. After insistently questioning the chief about Fawcett, the chief left for several hours and returned:
The door of the hut opened. He carried a torch in one hand. In the other, he had a bag made of some sort of tree bark. He loosened the strings with his mouth. Then he said: "You, my blood brother, ask me of Colonel Fawcett. El Colonel was good man. He, too, was my blood brother ... I now show you something, but you must swear on white man's God to keep silent the name of me and my tribe..." I solemnly promised. "Look!" said the chief. He drew forth from the sack a small and horribly shrunken head. I started back in horror and nausea. The features were those of Colonel Fawcett!
Fawcett's son Jack, he was told, had broken one of the tribe's taboos, the penalty for which was death, and Fawcett died in his defense. No mention was made of Raleigh Rimmell, but in 1949, a man named Ehrmann reported that he saw the shrunken heads of both Jack Fawcett and Raleigh Rimmell.
Z In Brian Fawcett's book, Ruins in the Sky (Hutchinson Ltd., London, 1957), he wrote of his two visits to Brazil to probe the disappearance of his father and further investigate the existence of the ancient city "Z." These expeditions were prompted by the supposed discovery of Col. Fawcett's bones in a forest grave between the Kuluene and Tanguro Rivers. The bones were found by Orlando Vilas Boas, who claimed that the explorer was murdered by the Kalapalo Indians. (The bones were examined by both Brian Fawcett and by the Royal Anthropological Institute, who agreed that they couldn't have been the Colonel's remains.) In 1952, Brian Fawcett visited the Kalapalos, where he met with Vilas Boas, but found only dubious tales of his father's demise. He also flew in search of "Z" and the legendary Sete Cidades, or "Seven Cities," only to find limestone formations that had eroded to resemble ancient cities. He wrote:
Was I right in coming to this conclusion? Was it not possible that here in fact were remains of a very ancient occupation site -- a huge metropolis of some forgotten civilization? No, we had seen clearly enough how the thin top soil had gradually fallen away to disclose a belt of conglomerate, and we had seen the progressive erosion of this until it culminated in the seven pseudo 'cities.' The formation, probably deltaic, incorporated those convincing courses of masonry; wind and rain had slowly carved them up into the semblance of manmade edifices. Sete Cidades, the city linking Brazil with Atlantis, was an illusion. My father had believed implicitly in its genuineness, and I wondered if he would have pursued his quest to his undoing had he visited it before the fatal expedition. (pp. 295-295)
And what of the city "Z?"
Yes, it was all here, exactly as described -- from the strategically placed forts by the river to the pectinated summits of the cliffs, it was all here -- but our vantage point showed us clearly enough that man had no part in its making... Thirty years is a long time. Had so many years not passed since my father's disappearance I might have felt more bitter than I did about the futility of his fate and that of the others -- three lives lost or ruined in the quest for an objective that never existed in fact... One part of my mission was accomplished; I now know the secret of the Brazilian 'Lost Cities.' (pp. 300-301)
Brian Fawcett also heard various tales containing details concerning his father's disappearance. An Austrian by the name of Richter "claimed that my father was prisoner of a tribe in the Chaco, and had sired twenty daughters and eight sons, the eldest of which always carried a golden spear." There was also a Brazilian with a German name "writing weird and wonderful articles in a popular weekly, claiming that my father and brother were 'advanced souls' who were worshipped as gods by the Indians, and who were actually alive in a subterranean city called Matatu-Araracauga, in the Roncador section of Mato Grosso. There were several of these underground cities in Brazil, where dwelt the great spiritual avatars who ruled the world's events, and from these secret places issued flying saucers to make global reconnaissance flights." (p. 276)
In his journal, Fawcett wrote, "In the forests were various beasts still unfamiliar to zoologists, such as the milta, which I have seen twice, a black doglike cat about the size of a foxhound. There were snakes and insects yet unknown to scientists; and in the forests of the Madidi some mysterious and enormous beast has frequently been disturbed in the swamps -- possibly a primeval monster like those reported in other parts of the continent. Certainly tracks have been found belonging to no known animal -- huge tracks, far greater than could have been made by any species we know." (Lost Trails, Lost Cities, p. 187) were elaborated upon by others:
In the Beni Swamps of Madre de Dios, Fawcett saw snake tracks which led him to estimate their length up to 80 feet. In the Beni also, the Colonel saw an animal he believed might be Diplodocus, the 80-foot reptile of twenty-five tons. This animal he thought might still be in existence as it was an eater of aquatic plants, which grow profusely in this region. The Diplodocus story is confirmed by many of the tribes east of the Ucayali, a region covered by Clark. (Louis Gallardy in the introduction to The Rivers Ran East by Leonard Clark, Funk and Wagnals, 1953)
Irish medium and psychic Geraldine Cummins strayed yet further from reality in The Fate of Colonel Fawcett: A Narrative of His Last Expedition (The Aquarian Press, 1955; reprinted: ISBN 0-7873-0230-9) by using her special powers to solve the mystery. Cummins reported in 1936 that she was receiving mental messages from Fawcett. She said that he had found relics of Atlantis in the jungle but was ill and semiconscious. After four such messages, Fawcett fell silent until 1948, at which point he reported his own death.
Things get stranger. In The Secrets of the Mojave: The Conspiracy Against Reality (7th edition, compiled by an entity calling itself "The Group" and edited by "Branton," published on the Internet of course), relate the revelations from "'Commander X', the mysterious anonymous U.S. Intelligence official who has revealed much about 'inside' government knowledge of alien civilization both beyond and beneath the earth." Commander X writes:
Of all the countries on the face of the Earth, none is more mysterious, or less explored, than is Brazil. Miles upon miles of this country have never been set foot upon by white man. In these areas live whole tribes of savage Indians whose civilizations are said to be akin to those existing at the time of the Stone Age. Many of those who have dared venturing into these pockets of unexplored jungle have never come out. Perhaps the case of Colonel Fawcett will be familiar to readers as an example of what I mean. He supposedly was captured by a tribe of wild Indians while in search of a 'hidden city' said to be located in the confines of the dense jungle. Before his death, Dr. (Raymond) Bernard had sent this writer many personal letters regarding his findings related to...under- ground civilization(s). We quote from these communications in the following:
I arrived in Brazil in 1956 and have been carrying on my research since I met a Theosophical leader who told me about the subterranean cities ... that exist in Brazil. He referred to Professor Henrique de Souza, president of the Brazilian Theosophical Society, at Sao Lourenco in the state of Minas Gerais, who erected a temple dedicated to Agharta, which is the Buddhist name of the subterranean World. Here in Brazil live Theosophists from all parts of the world, all of whom believe in the existence of the subterranean cities. Professor de Souza told me that the great English explorer Colonel Fawcett is still alive, living in a subterranean city in the Roncador Mountains of Matto Grosso, where he found the subterranean city of Atlanteans for which he searched, but is held prisoner lest he reveal the secret of his whereabouts.
He (Col. Fawcett) was not killed by Indians as is commonly believed. Professor de Souza claimed he has visited subterranean cities, including Shamballah, the world capital of the subterranean empire of Agharta. I then went to Matto Grosso to find the subterranean city where Fawcett is claimed to be living with his son Jack, but failed to do so. I then returned to Joinville in the state of Santa Catarina, and there continued my research.
Our explorer J.D. (name on file - Commander X), who is a mountain guide of the Mystery Mountain near Joinville (where there is supposed to be an entrance), said that several times he saw a luminous flying saucer ascend from the tunnel opening that leads to a subterranean city inside the mountain, in which he heard the beautiful choral singing of men and women, and also heard the 'canto galo' (rooster crowing), a universal symbol indicating the existence of subterranean cities in Brazil. He said that the saucer was so luminous that it lit up the night sky and converted it into daylight. On one occasion he met a group of subterranean men outside the tunnel. They were short, stocky, with reddish beards and long hair, and very muscular. When he tried to approach them, they vanished. Often he saw strange illuminations in this area at night which were probably produced by flying saucers (We use the name 'Mystery Mountain,' rather than reveal the true name of the mountain, so that unwanted outsiders will not come here to locate it). Throughout my many years of research I have accumulated a vast amount of data which would indicate that these entrances to subterranean cities abound throughout the region.
And so on. It might be added that Fawcett & Son are still living, as "they possess remarkable longevity when compared with the longevity of surface humans." Commander X notes that he knew "an explorer named N.C. who said that he had visited a tunnel near Rio Casdor and had met a beautiful young woman appearing to be about 20 years of age. She spoke to him in Portuguese and said that she was 2,500 years old. He also met a bearded subterranean man."
Atlantis, flying saucers, and hollow earth theorists have seized Fawcett's tale, but not all of the later investigations were of such a speculative nature. In 1999, the BBC broadcast a special, "The Bones of Colonel Fawcett," a segment of the Video Diaries series. The show recounted the efforts of Benedict Allen, self-described "maverick adventurer," as he retraced the steps of Fawcett with a camcorder. Jane Hughes wrote of the program in London's Sunday Independent (28 February 1999):
In 1927, a US Navy commander found Indians wearing a nameplate from one of the colonel's cases as an ornament, but 16 further expeditions failed to discover his fate, although it is claimed that his bones are housed in a museum in Rio de Janeiro. The last attempt, led by a New York banker and a Brazilian businessman in 1996, was aborted after 12 of the 16-man team were taken hostage by the Calapalo and released in return for Jeeps and boats. However, Allen claims to have finally uncovered the truth.
Allen managed this feat by trading with the Kalapalo Indians a Yamaha 80 outboard motor for the needed information. The Kalapalo, with a memory that spanned 70 years, informed him that Fawcett had camped near their village and then departed the next day to continue his journey, despite their warnings of danger. Five days later they spotted smoke in the jungle. “They followed the trail, found where he had camped - then nothing, the forest was undisturbed," Allen said. "And that’s all they said they knew about Fawcett. They wouldn’t speculate further. The inference is that they were killed by other Indians. At the time there was a group called the Iaruna, who had a raiding party sweeping through the area.” The Kalapalo chief, Vajuvi, showed Allen the site of the grave from which Fawcett's alleged bones were taken. The bones, he said, were actually those of his grandfather. Vajuvi explained that in 1951 Villas Boas had approached the tribe, asking them to dig up the bones of the tallest Indian they knew, with the intent to pass them off as Fawcett’s remains.
Since his disappearance in 1925, more than a dozen expeditions have tried to follow Colonel Fawcett's footsteps into the Mato Grosso. None have succeeded. A movie, "Manhunt in the Jungle" (1958, USA, 79 min, directed by Tom McGowan and written by Sam Merwin Jr. and Owen Crump), fictionalized George Dyott's search for the missing Colonel. Filmed in the jungles of Brazil in glorious Warnercolor, it starred Robin Hughes as Dyott and James Wilson as Fawcett. A 1991 pulp-style novel by Rob MacGregor, Indiana Jones and the Seven Veils (Bantam Books, 1991), had the archaeologist-adventurer following Fawcett into the lost city of Z. There is also "AmaZonia: A Stage Play in the Footsteps of Colonel Fawcett," written and directed by Misha Williams (yet to be staged). According to Williams, "Hollywood and the BBC have approached the Fawcett family on many occasions over the last sixty years for the rights (and the blessing) for a such a project. The family have always denied them access to the large secret archive of Fawcett's diaries, letters and papers that tell the real story. This was for a very good reason. Brian Fawcett was very careful when writing his best selling work 'Exploration Fawcett' to leave out eighty percent of the real facts. He believed the media and the public were not ready for them. Brian used the more adventurous bits of his father's notes and wove them into a very entertaining and memorable 'autobiography.' The really crucial material he saved in a old trunk for posterity... At last everything, all the tantalizing gaps in the Fawcett Saga, are now about to be filled. And what a story! More astonishing than even an Indiana Jones fiction. There is even evidence about the outcome of the fatal expedition and what actually happened to Fawcett, his son Jack and Raleigh Rimell. More importantly their actual objective was not what the public were led to believe."
Drawings by Brian Fawcett and the photograph are taken from Lost Trails, Lost Cities, Funk & Wagnalls, 1953 and Ruins in the Sky , Hutchinson Ltd., 1957.
© Copyright 2000 by Larry Orcutt.


Colonel Percy Fawcett

He charted the wilderness of South America, but then disappeared without a trace.
"Do you know anything about Bolivia?" asked the President of the Royal Geographical Society to Colonel Percy Harrison Fawcett early in 1906. The Colonel replied that he didn't and the President went on to explain the tremendous economic potential of South America and also the complete lack of reliable maps. "Look at this area!" he said, pushing a chart in front of Fawcett, "It's full of blank spaces because so little is known of it."
The President went on to explain that the lack of well-defined borders in South America was leading to tension in that region. Much of the area was 'rubber country' where vast forests of rubber trees could be tapped to provide the world's need for rubber and generate revenue for countries like Bolivia and Brazil. The lack of defined borders could lead to war. An expedition to mark the borders could not be led by either a Bolivian or a Brazilian. Only a neutral third party could be trusted with the job and the Royal Geographical Society had been asked to act as a referee.
Now the President of the Society wanted to know if Fawcett was interested in the position. It would be a dangerous job. Disease was rampant there. Some of the native tribes had a reputation for savagery. Without hesitation, though, the Colonel took the job.
Colonel Percy Harrison Fawcett was born in 1867 in Devon, England. At the age of nineteen he was given a commission in the Royal Artillery. He served in Ceylon for several years where he met and married his wife. Later he performed secret service work in North Africa. Fawcett found himself bored with Army life and learned the art of surveying, hoping to land a more interesting job. Then in 1906 came the offer from the Society: His ticket to adventure.
The Colonel arrived in La Plaz, Bolivia, in June of 1906 ready to start his expedition. After a disagreement with the government over expenses ,Fawcett started into the heart of the continent to begin the boundary survey. He quickly found that just getting to the area where he was to be working would be an ordeal in itself. The trail lead up a precipitous path to a pass in the mountains at 17,000 feet. It took him and his companions two hours to go four miles and climb 6,000 feet. The pack mules would struggle up the path 30 feet at a time, then stop, gasping for breath in the thin air. The party was afraid that if they overworked the animals, they would die.

Hostile People

Arriving at the town of Cobija, Fawcett quickly got a taste of how difficult life was in the interior of South America. Disease was common and he was told that the death rate in the town was nearly fifty percent a year. Cut off from the outside world, many depressed inhabitants sought comfort by abusing alcohol. One night one of the local army officers became enraged by his subordinate's refusal to join him in a card game. Drunk, the officer drew his sword and went after the man, injuring him. When another soldier tried to assist the injured man the officer turned on him, chasing him around a hut. The fellow sought refuge in Fawcett's room, but the officer followed him inside.
"Where is that dirty so-and-so?" the officer roared. "Where have you hidden him?"
When Fawcett reprimanded the officer for chasing unarmed men with his sword, the officer cursed at the Colonel and drew his revolver. Fawcett grabbed the man's wrist and struggled with him, finally forcing the gun from his hand.
Bolivia was a lawless frontier is those days, much like the American West had been a half century before. Fawcett, in fact, met an American gunslinger named Harvey. The red-bearded, silent man was quick with his revolver and sure with his aim. Harvey, a bandit, had found the United States too civilized and dodged the Texas Rangers, working his way down through Mexico into South America. He had held up a mining company in a neighboring country, and there was a large reward on his head. Boliva had no extradition law, however, and he was safe in this new frontier.
Colonel Fawcett was appalled by treatment of the native South American Indians. Although slavery was illegal, rubber plantation owners would often organize trips into the jungle for the purpose of capturing slaves to be used as rubber collectors. Some of the tribes, in return, became quite hostile toward those of European decent. Fawcett believed that if you treated the Indians with kindness and understanding, you would receive kindness in return. During a trip up the Heath River to find its source in 1910, Fawcett had a unique opportunity to test his theory.
He and his group had been warned off traveling up the Heath because the tribes along it had a reputation for unrestrained savagery. "To venture up into the midst of them is sheer madness," exclaimed an army major. Fawcett went anyway.
After a week paddling up the river, the party rounded a bend and ran straight into an Indian encampment perched on a sandbar. The natives were as surprised as the expedition. "Dogs barked, men shouted, women screamed and reached for their children" Fawcett recalled. The natives hid in the trees while the group grounded their canoes on the sandbar. Arrows whizzed by the men or fell around them. Fawcett tried some peace overtures using native words he had learned, but the message didn't seem to be getting through. Then he had an idea. One of the group was seated just beyond arrow range and was told to play his accordion. The man sang "A Bicycle Made for Two", "Suwannee River", "Onward Christian Soldiers" and other tunes. Finally Fawcett noticed the lyrics had changed to "They've-all-stopped-shooting-at-us." Sure enough, the singer was right. Fawcett approached the natives and greeted them. Gifts were exchanged as a sign of friendship.
Not all contacts with the Indians ended so well. During a trip down the Chocolatal River, the pilot of the boat Fawcett was traveling on went off to inspect a nearby road. When he didn't come back Fawcett found him dead with 42 arrows in his body.

Dangerous Animals

People were only one of the dangers of the jungle. The animal kingdom was another. One night while camped near the Yalu River ,the Colonel was climbing into his sleeping bag when he felt something "hairy and revolting" scuttle up his arm and over his neck. It was a gigantic apazauca spider. It clung to his hand fiercely while Fawcett tried to shake it off. The spider finally dropped to the ground and walked away without attacking. The animal's bite is poisonous and sometimes fatal.
Vampire bats were also a nuisance in some remote areas. At night these creatures would come to bite and lap up blood from sleepers. Fawcett reported that though they slept under mosquito nets, any portion of bodies touching the net or protruding beyond it would be attacked. In the morning they would find their hammocks saturated with blood.
Near Potrero, wild bulls became a problem for one of Fawcett's expeditions. The group was traveling in an ox cart which gave them some protection. Even so, the group was attacked by three bulls one day. They managed to drive them off only after killing one animal and riddling the other two with bullets. On that same trip Fawcett was fifty yards behind the rest of the group when a big red bull appeared between him and the cart. The Colonel wasn't carrying a rifle and there were no trees or other places to seek refuge. Fawcett was able to get past the animal, as it snorted, lashed its tail and tore up the ground, by moving slowly while fixing it with a a hopefully hypnotic stare.
Snakes were also a constant threat too. Once while traveling with a Texan named Ross, they were attacked by a seven-foot long "Bushmaster," a deadly poisonous snake. The men leapt out of the way as the Texan pulled his revolver, putting two slugs through the ugly head of the creature. On close examination Ross realized the snake had bitten him, but the fangs had sunk into his tobacco pouch. His skin showed two dents where the fangs had pressed against him, but never broke through. His skin was wet with venom. The pouch had saved his life.
Fawcett often found it necessary to swim rivers in order to get a rope across for hauling equipment over. The Colonel had to be very careful there were no cuts or open sores on his body that might attract piranha fish. Swarms of these fish have been known to strip the flesh off a man in minutes if he was unlucky enough to fall into the water were they where congregated. One of Fawcett's companions lost two fingers to them while washing his blood stained hands in the river.
Though not poisonous, the giant anaconda is probably the most feared snake in the jungle. Fawcett had a run-in with one not long after he arrived in South America. In his diary he noted: "We were drifting easily along the sluggish current not far below the confluence of the Rio Negro when almost under the bow of the igarit'e [boat] there appeared a triangular head and several feet of undulating body. It was a giant anaconda. I sprang for my rifle as the creature began to make its way up the bank, and hardly waiting to aim, smashed a .44 soft-nosed bullet into its spine, ten feet below the wicked head."
The boat stopped so that the Colonel could examine the body. Despite being fatally wounded, "shivers ran up and down the body like puffs of wind on a mountain tarn." Though they had no measuring device along with them, Fawcett estimated the creature was sixty-two feet in length and 12-inches in diameter.

Indifferent Nature

Colonel Fawcett probably came closest to death during his trips not from human or animal agents but from the geography of the land itself. While traveling down the uncharted Madidi River by raft, his expedition encountered a series of dangerous rapids. With each the speed of the rafts increased until they were rushing down the river uncontrolled. Finally, the river widened and the velocity slowed.
The crews had just given a sigh of relief when they rounded a steep bluff and the roar of a waterfall filled their ears. One of the rafts was able to make it to shore, but Fawcett's was caught in the current. With the water too deep to use a pole to snag the bottom and turn away, the raft shot over the drop.
Fawcett later recounted, "...the raft seemed to poise there for an instant before it fell from under us. Turning over two or three times as it shot through the air, the balsa crashed down into the black depths."
The group survived, but lost much of their equipment. "Looking back we saw what we had come through. The fall was about twenty feet high, and where river dropped the canyon narrowed to a mere ten feet across; through this bottleneck the huge volume of water gushed with terrific force, thundering down into the a welter of brown foam and black-topped rocks. It seemed incredible that we could have survived that maelstrom!"
During a trip to map the Rio Verde River and discover its source, Fawcett came face to face with starvation. The expedition started well: The land around the mouth of the river had plenty of game and the group took what they estimated to be three weeks worth of food with them. Then the expedition was forced to abandon their boats because of rapids, and had to continue up the riverbank on foot.
Because the expedition needed to minimize the weight they would carry, Fawcett decided to bury some of his equipment and 60 gold sovereigns (worth about $300) in metal cases near where they landed. Fawcett was amazed when years later stories came to him about a "Verde Treasure" that had been left behind by his expedition. The story had been retold and embellished so many times that the size of the treasure had been magnified to 60,000 gold sovereigns. The Colonel was particularly amused because the story never mentioned the fact the he had retrieved the cases after the trip was over. He was sure the story would attract future would-be treasure hunters.
As they walked upriver the water, which had been clean, turned bitter and no fish could be found. Then game also seemed to disappear. Soon the supplies they carried were exhausted. For ten more days the group pressed on, despite only having consumed some bad honey and a few bird eggs. Finally, the found the source of the river and charted it (left).
Freed from the responsibility of charting the river, Fawcett tried to figure out the quickest route to somewhere they could get food. Deciding the best chance was to go over the Ricardo Franco Hills, the group tried to work their way up canyons that would lead them to the top.
The hills were flat-topped and mysterious. They looked like giant tables and their forested tops were completely cut off from the jungle below. When Fawcett later told Conan Doyle about these hills, the writer pictured the isolated tops populated with surviving dinosaurs. Doyle used these hills as the location for his famous novel The Lost World.
The expedition quickly found that crossing the hills was futile, and returning the way they had come impossible. Colonel Fawcett instead decided to follow the direction the streams in the region were flowing, hoping that it would get them out. Days passed and no food. One of the expedition's Indian assistants lay down to die, and only the prodding of Fawcett's hunting knife in his ribs got him moving again.
After twenty days without food, the group was at its limit. Fawcett prayed audibly for relief. Then fifteen minutes later a deer appeared 300 yards away. Fawcett unslung his gun. The target was too far away and his hands were shaking, but,in a miracle the Colonel could only attribute to a higher power, the bullet found its mark, killing the deer instantly.
The group consumed every part of the deer: skin, fur and all. The expedition's fortune had turned and within six days they were back in a town with the Verde trip only a bad memory.
For the first three years Fawcett had worked for the Boundary Commission charting the region. When that job came to an end, Fawcett retired from the military and continued exploring on his own, financing the trips with help from newspapers and other businesses. After returning to England to serve in World War I, the Colonel was again drawn back to the South American jungle. As time went on, he became more and more interested in the archaeology of the region. In total he made seven expeditions into wilderness between 1906 and 1924.

The Final Expedition

Finding reliable companions for his trips had always been a problem, but by 1925 his oldest son, Jack, had reached an age where he could join his father in the field.
Fawcett, by examining records and sifting through old stories, had become convinced that there was a large, ancient city concealed in the wilds of Brazil. Fawcett called this city "Z" and planned an expedition that consisted of himself, his son, Jack, and a friend of Jack's. Fawcett had always preferred small expeditions that could live off the land, thinking that a small group would look less like an invasion to the Indians and therefore be less likely to be attacked. The route was carefully planned.
Fawcett, concerned with others, left word that should they not return, a rescue expedition was not to be mounted. He felt that it would be too dangerous.
On May 29th, 1925, a message was sent from Fawcett to his wife, indicating that they were ready to enter unexplored territory. The three were sending back the assistants that had helped them to this point and were ready to go on by themselves. Fawcett told his wife "You need have no fear of failure..." It was the last anyone ever heard of the expedition. They disappeared into the jungle never to be seen again.
Despite Fawcett's wishes, several rescue expeditions tried to find him, but without success. Occasionally there were intriguing reports that he'd been seen, but none of these were ever confirmed.
So what happened to Colonel Fawcett? What danger that he had eluded in the past had gotten him this time? Hostile Indians? A giant anaconda? Piranhas? Disease? Starvation? Or was it, as one tale told, he'd lost his memory and lived out the rest of his life as a chief among a tribe of cannibals?
In 1996 an expedition was put together by René Delmotte and James Lynch look for traces of Fawcett. It didn't get far. Indians stopped the group, threatened their lives, and detained them for some days. They were finally released, but $30,000 worth of equipment was confiscated. Even seventy years after his disappearance, it seems the jungle is still too dangerous a place for anyone to follow in Colonel Percy Fawcett's footsteps.

  • To most people, the Amazon forest is the quintessential case of pure nature slowly being destroyed as humans intrude.
  • In fact, what seems pristine has itself been shaped by humans. In some areas the forest is secondary growth that took hold when native peoples were wiped out by their encounters with Europeans. The author and his colleagues have found extensive pre-Columbian ruins. Communities had a self-similar or fractal structure in which houses, settlements and clusters of settlements were organized in similar ways.
  • Thus, the history of the Amazon is rather more interesting than usually thought. The environmental challenge is not only to preserve unspoiled wilderness but also to recover the techniques of sustainable farming and forestry that the ancestors of the region’s present inhabitants developed.


sábado, 11 de janeiro de 2014

SEBOS EM BUENOS AIRES - ARGENTINA: - Librerias de viejo, Libreros Antiquarios

Lista de sebos, Librerias de viejo, Libreros antiquarios em Buenos Aires

Alberto Casares - Libreria - Buenos Aires
Fernadez Blanco - Libreria - Buenos Aires



Suipacha 521 (1008) Buenos Aires
Sr. Alberto Casares
43226198 / 43220794
Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires
Sr. Alberto Magnasco
43229749 / 43226680
AQUILANTI. Libros Antiguos & Modernos
Rincón 79 (1081) Buenos Aires
Sra. Mercedes Susana Durrant / Sr. Lucio Aquilanti
ARMANDO VITES. Librero Anticuario
Pueyrredón 138 (2000) Rosario, Santa Fe.
Sr. Armando Vites
(0341) 4360306
Sarmiento 1566 – (1042) Buenos Aires
Sr. Alberto Costa
Libertad 1240 – U20 – (1012)
Buenos Aires
Sr. Roberto di Giorgio
Santa Fe 2450 Loc.7 Sub.
(1123) Buenos Aires
Av. Cabildo 2280 Loc.80/81, 1ºP (1428) Buenos Aires
Sr. Daniel Kiceleff Sra. Alicia Kiceleff
48246035 47859884
Florida 835 Local. 31 Galería Buenos Aires
(1005) Buenos Aires
Sra. Carmen Domínguez Romero de la Osa
Tucumán 712 (1049) Buenos Aires
Sr. Lucio Fernando Aquilanti
Linda Nielson – Ral Veroni
Uriarte 1490 (1414) – Buenos Aires
15-6757-1797 –
Maipú 971, Galería del Este, Loc. 26 (1006) – Buenos Aires
Sr. Gotcha Gaios
Esmeralda 882
(1007) Buenos Aires
Sra. Elena Padin Olinik
Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires
Sr. Sebastián Hidalgo Solá
INTONSO, Libros Antiguos y Curiosos
Mariano Ezpeleta 1480
(1640) Martínez Pcia. de Bs As
Sr. Leantro Martín Viñas
47981331 / 1569296095
Libros Antiguos y Agotados

Dean Funes 501
(5000) Córdoba
Sr. Juan Roldán
0351 4251981
Alsina 500
(1087) Buenos Aires
Sr. Miguel Ávila
43433374 43318989
LEONARDO LERNER, Librero anticuario
Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires
Sr. Leonardo Lerner
Galería Tonsa Saturno 25
5500 Mendoza
Sr. Carlos Levy
C.C. Central 3659
(1000) Buenos Aires
Sr. Alberto Peremiansky

Reconquista 533 1ºP
(1003) Buenos Aires
Sr. Edgardo Henschel
Libertad 1236
(1012) Buenos Aires
Sr. Alfredo Breitfeld
Av. San Juan y Av. Boedo
Sra. Ana de Tkatch
49214760 – 1549798779
Guido 1927 PB “A” (1119) Buenos Aires
Sr. Ernesto Fullone.
Ayacucho 734 (1026) Buenos Aires
Sr. Alejandro López Medus
Avda. 3 Nro 553 (7165) – Villa Gesell
Sr. Marcelo Di Luciano
(02255) 450573
Charcas 3279 (1425) Buenos Aires
Billinghurst 1892 (1425) Buenos Aires
Sres. Antonio y Carlos Sánchez
48291419 48232208
Florida 835 Loc.9 (1005) Buenos Aires
Sr. Héctor Delgado
25 de Mayo 415 (9200) Esquel, Chubut
Sr. Roberto E. Müller
Sra. Lara María Lombardi - Sr. Javier Alejandro Moscarola
Federico Lacroze 1860
(1426) Buenos Aires
Gal. Las Victorias Libertad 948 – Loc. 16 A
(1012) Buenos Aires
Sr. Eduardo A. Sosa
Tel/fax: 48110902
Maipú 898
(1006) Buenos Aires
Sr. Luis Figueroa Sr. Jorge Mosquera
Tel/fax: 43140888

Uruguay 1368
(1016) Buenos Aires
Sr. Roberto Vega Andersen
Libros, grabados y mapas antiguos

Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires
Sra. María del Carmen Rúa Vidueiros
49024525 / 1559374890
Florida – Pcia. de Buenos Aires
Sr. Martín Casares
Florida 835 Loc 33 A
(1005) Buenos Aires
Sr. Martín Sandoval
Esmeralda 869
(1007) Buenos Aires
Sr. Diran Sirinian
Junín 1270
(1113) Buenos Aires
Sr. Nicolás Rossi - Sra. Ana M. de Rossi
Florida 835 Local 14
(1005) Buenos Aires
Sr. Juan Martínez
Libertad 1236
(1012) Buenos Aires
Sr. Gustavo Breitfeld
48150658 fax: 48212532
Av. Maipú 552
(1602) Vicente López
Sr. Sergio Di Falco
VÍCTOR AIZENMAN. Librero anticuario
Av. Las Heras 2153 PB. A
(1127) Buenos Aires
Sr. Víctor Aizenman
48033666 fax: 48032818