Gripping, relentless, and utterly nightmarish, this prose reads like a stream of unfiltered terror—so intense it’s almost impossible to process, yet equally impossible to look away. The plot? A desperate, globe-spanning rescue mission racing against the inevitability of an ice-driven apocalypse. Or maybe it’s a chase. That’s the catch: everything is layered, ambiguous, blurred by subjectivity and dream logic—everything except the ice. The ice is absolute, unstoppable, immune to denial or fantasy.

Books like this are hard to pull off, walking a razor-thin line between brilliance and chaos. But this one? It grabs hold and doesn’t let go. I was mesmerized, not just by its raw verbal intensity but by its moral weight—a stark, urgent exploration of what it means to be human, of the destruction we’ve inflicted on each other and the planet. A rare, haunting masterpiece.