Alone on the IceRead about the other entries on the list.
by David Roberts
We’ll let Peter Lewis set the scene: “Imagine being in the Australian polar explorer Douglas Mawson's boots late one Antarctic night. Better yet, image sliding your weary, cold-cracked bones into his wet, stinking reindeer fur sleeping bag, which is shedding hair as if in chemotherapy. Outside the tent -- if this pathetic, jerry-rigged shamble of cotton and sledge runners can be called a tent -- the wind shrieks and sobs, all is dark, and the mercury huddles in the bulb at the bottom of the thermometer, with nowhere lower to go. “ Fireside reading in its most ideal form.
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--Marshal Zeringue