Albert Sanchez-Pinol's "Cold Skin" is one of the strangest, most unsettling novels you will read this year, full of dark resonance and sexual anxiety.
On the edge of the Antarctic Circle, a young man arrives by steam ship to assume the lonely post of weather observer and live in solitude for a year at the end of the world.
On shore he finds no trace of the man whom he is to replace, just a deranged castaway who has witnessed a horror he refuses to name. The rest is woods, a deserted cabin, rocks, silence, and the surrounding sea. And then night begins to fall . . .
