The bulk of this book is made up of poems resulting from Orsman's stint as an Artist in Antarctica - a New Zealand programme designed to engage artists of various sorts with that most southern of continents. Being very into science myself, it's these poems (and the one on Maurice Wilkins commissioned by the RSNZ) that really appeal to me. I've actually just finished rereading the book, so consider my interest held enough for repetition.

Orsman is particularly good at giving a sense of time. Whether it's the immense age of the glacial ice, the comparing of Antarctic stone to dinosaurs, or the frozen-in-amber nature of Scott's Hut, I came away from this collection struck by the sense of vivid enormity that Orsman experienced down there. It really makes me want to visit!