A sickening, terrifying tale ... Levy...writes beautifully about the cold. His Arctic is fearsome and sublime, his ice a living thing ... The sinking of the Karluk comes about a third of the way through the story. What follows is hundreds of pages of agony and terror, tempered by fleeting moments of hope and joy ... It is an ugly tale, very well told. The only beauty is in the ice — and that is as cold as beauty can be.