I've just finished (re-)reading Icefields by Thomas Wharton. It's a slow-paced story about glacier exploration, unattainable women, self-absorbed men, and a strange shape in a crevasse. It was compellig somehow, but there isn't much story, most of the characters remain a mystery throughout, and the ending is too abrupt - maybe like the end of a glacier. So, not an entirely satisfactory read, but I won't be throwing it away all the same.
What I didn't realise until just now, is that it's set in a real location, now a national park called the Icefields Parkway. It looks like a beautiful spot. Maybe we should go see it some time!
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