Something that really fascinated me about Saramago’s The Tale of the Unknown Island was the king’s proclamation that “everything” had been discovered. This is something I, too, think about as a traveler. As much as I love traveling to exotic places like Cuba and using maps to get to Lonely Planet’s “off-the-beaten-path” destinations, I often fantasize about truly discovering a place. That’s why I love reading about places like those holy mountains in Tibet that have literally never been climbed before. What would it look like at the top? Is there something capable of revolutionizing society just squirreled away on its frozen peak? Shangri La, perhaps? I guess I think about discovery in a rather traditional 2-D Renaissance sense; that is, I mostly dream about discovering islands, climbing mountains, and trekking in mysterious jungles. There are still plenty of places left to explore on Earth, but they lie under the surface in deep caves and ocean vents. For some reason this has never seemed as exciting to me, and I attribute that largely to the canonized exploration literature we are focusing on in this class.
This canon has conditioned me to think not only in a physical 2D sense, but also in culturally 2D sense. I mean, what is the nature of discovery? What is its definition? If I found an island with “uncontacted natives,” am I really discovering it? Again, there’s that corrupting Euro-centric Renaissance influence. Depending on how we define “discover,” maybe the natives didn’t even really discover the island! Perhaps it was a bird, a hermit crab washed up on the shore long ago. But ok, let’s say that hypothetically everything has been discovered. Will it stay discovered? Imagine this: the apocalypse happens and the human race is destroyed. Boats rust in ports, maps rot in libraries. Knowledge of all things “known” blows away with the ash of a forgotten civilization. Earth has been undiscovered, only for a new race to build a boat and rediscover it.