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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2022
I felt safest in my office, alone with my books, charts, runic symbols, and scraps of old text; and when I deciphered a chunk of language—even a word!—a thrill of understanding juddered up my spine. The distance between me and another human being, just for that moment, was erased. It was as if someone were speaking to me, and me alone.
The word in Inuktitut for climate change translates to "a friend acting strangely"—what a personal and beautiful way of describing a relationship to the natural world.
I'd forgotten the complexity of West Greenlandic, which is a polysynthetic language, meaning the words are composed of multiple elements called morphemes, word parts that often created "sentence-words"—the longest of which is over 200 letters long. Nouns were inflected for one of eight cases and for possession. Eight moods as well as the number and gender of both the sentence's subject and object inflected every verb. Countless subdialects sprang like weeds. On top of this, most things had two names, the common one and the word used for outsiders—white people, called Qallunaat—to confuse them.
“We found a body in the ice out on Glacier 35A. A young girl. We were able to cut through the ice and bring her back to the compound. Val, she thawed out alive. Don’t ask me to explain it, I can’t.”Thanks to NetGalley and Gallery Books for sending me an ARC of Girl in Ice in exchange for an honest review.
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I lost my way when I tried to explain the word hope. But she told me about a word in her language for a particular kind of hope: the feeling a hunter has when he’s waited all day at a breathing hole for a seal and one comes up but he misses with his harpoon, and even though the sun is going down and he’s hungry and cold, he knows he’ll try again tomorrow, and tomorrow he’ll be successful. He has no doubt.
I love that word.
We were really in it now. Alone in an astonishing country of snow and ice that was simply not of human scale. We pitched forward on the flat expanse. My heart beat weakly in the chilled rigid box of my body; I walked on feet I no longer felt.But there was a lot in Girl in Ice that I struggled with. The story moves pretty slowly until the very end, when it moves really fast. The mystery about what happened to Andy ends up being not very mysterious. The mystery about the girl is hampered by the hand waving away of the scientific impossibility of thawing a human alive from the ice. And the attempts to raise the stakes of Wyatt’s research by describing people being flash frozen by “ice winds” in different countries around the world? Well, that’s straight out of the silliest parts of the climate thriller The Day After Tomorrow, a movie I love, but not for its realism.