I started one of Pamuk's years ago, but was beset by too many oughts at the time and couldn't settle to it.
Right now I'm reading Dan Simmons's The Abominable, with Whymper's The Ascent of the Matterhorn on the side for background. Simmons' version of idiomatic 1924 English causes the odd wince, but since his narrator is an American it's tolerable. Whymper's prose is very easy on the eye.
Assuming that Simmons' research is accurate and that he's not embroidering (aye, sure), the expedition to Everest on which Mallory & Irvine died took along 60 tins of quail in foie gras, 300 hams and several dozen bottles of champagne.