by Albert Sanchez Pinol, a review from Esquire by Anna Godbersen.
"Like a lot of novels that get labeled existential, Albert Sánchez Piñol's Cold Skin begins with a bleak landscape, a quasi-self-imposed exile, and bare-bones narration. The unnamed narrator arrives on a small Antarctic island, apparently on the run from the darkness of Europe after World War I, to fulfill a job 'as monotonous as it was insignificant.' He is the island's weather official; luckily, he brought books." Read the entire Esquire review.