I have long been fascinated with Antarctica; don't ask me why. (On a side note, I really loved Kim Stanley Robinson's novel, Antarctica, and highly recommend it.) This memoir, written by someone who lived and worked (as a garbageman, essentially) in Antarctica for a year, made me realize just how fucked up and mismanaged the place truly is. Reading this took away much of my desire to go there. The place is a bureaucracy run by people in Denver who have no idea what it's really like on "the ice." I have to admit that I read this book in fits and starts over something like a six-month period, which may have affected my perceptions a bit, but it seems like a series of disconnected vignettes about life and working on the southern continent. Some of it's pretty fun (and funny) and interesting, some of it gets a bit repetitive, and some of it is a little boring. Since I'm pretty sure I'll never get the chance to go to Antarctica, at least now I know how messed up the place is, so I'll regret missing that opportunity a bit less.