An icy epic

I loved "Terror" the horror novel by Dan Simmons and I found the same atmosphere here: the desire for adventure and loneliness of the characters, the wind constantly blowing, the cold that stings the need to comfort with a hearty meal and a large glass of alcohol, the scenery breathtaking, northern lights, glaciers, sea ice out of sight, polar bears, surveys reins of herds in the distance, flocks of birds flying over seal colonies ... and especially this thing we do not see, we do not really hear but we feel the deepest self, that impression that paralyzes us, paralyzes, that thing which is surely a hallucination but we ice the blood and prevents us from doing no less ...

In less than 300 pages, Michelle Paver manages to immerse us in an anxiety disorder and distillation of pure terror.
The writing seems simple, as we read the diary of a member of a scientific expedition that took place in 1937 in Spitsbergen, but the suspense mounts over the pages as the day gradually disappears, never to leave up to a kind of frosty night and a deafening and terrifying silence.