As a novice scholar of the British Antarctic Expedition of 1910-1913, I was drawn to this book as I am to all things Scott-related. The synopsis at the back was certainly intruiging so I couldn't wait to get stuck in but it went downhill from about page 5. I know it's a work of fiction but really, the premise is shockingly preposterous. Ageing computer hack can't stop staring at a frail and beautiful young woman on the tube, oh look she's fainted, said hack goes to her aid and discovers she's called Birdie Bowers and so begins this tale of man falling for what appears to be a bipolar female Banksy with an obsession for all things Antarctic/Scott related. Oh please. The writing is also shockingly bad too with phrases like "...a crevasse of emotions..." peppered througout. Overall, this novel was just embarassingly bad and any serious student of the Heroic Age of Antarctic exploration will be disappointed. It's just shockingly bad. How on earth did it get published?
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