I agree that if you're after a travel book you would be disappointed. But I have to say that you cannot divide the Antarctic chapters of the book from the introspective chapters. The author is going on her own personal journey and the Antarctic represented a bleak inner stillness, an escape, a pure white absence. I interpreted her as striving for an absence of living, and had she not had this goal she might have succumbed to the absence of Life. She took us with her from this point of despair to where she tackled the root of her problems and reached a stage where Life moves forward. I would like to extend a heartfelt thanks to Jenny Diski for sharing such an intimate part of her life and helping others to recognise reflections in their own.