Throughout this remarkable book, what seizes the characters’ attention, and ours, often has the dissimulated air of a revelation that’s still in the midst of disclosure.
There’s something uncommonly relaxing about many of McPhee’s patient elaborations of things known and unknown.
Piero‘s visual style, indicates the irrevocability of the past, even though the book is often a fairly straightforward record.
Even as The Lonesome Bodybuilder approaches its conclusion, new and winding pathways unfurl.
Grann not only conveys something of Antarctica’s haunted landscape, but also the boundless awe that it occasioned in Henry Worsley.
The novella is an absorbing read, but its vicious, downtrodden qualities are sometimes overwrought.