This strange and brilliant book recounts Jenny Diski's journey to Antarctica las
t year, intercut with another journey into her own heart and soul...a book of da
zzling variety, which weaves disquisitions on indolence, truth, inconsistency, a
mbiguousness, the elephant seal, Shackleton, boredom and over and over again mem
ory, into a sparse narrative, caustic observation and vivid description of the n
atural world. While Diski's writing is laconic, her images are haunting.' Elspet
h Barker, Independent on Sunday
