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After a lot of interruptions and restarts, I finally finished "Madhouse at the End of the Earth." An account (by Julian Sancton) of a turn of the century polar expedition that survived being frozen in ice for an entire Antarctic winter.
Not my first non-fiction "frozen in (Ant)arctic ice" nautical rodeo any means, but probably my least favorite so far. Just a bit too clinical and overly distanced from the action for my tastes. Not to mention the punishingly long and wandering last chapter that served as an epilogue of epic proportions. Still interesting--especially in light of the fact that Roald Amundsen was first mate on the expedition. Sort of a practice run for his later famous exploits, I guess. Also present was Frederick Cook who served as ship surgeon and photographer.
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