And oh yeah, finally stumbling my way through Vollmann’s Imperial, years late. Gotta pick up the current Harper’s for the second Fukushima piece.

It’s not holding my attention much, I suppose in common with or as inversion of The Ice Shirt. For whatever reason, I don’t share Bill’s fascination with extreme landscapes, so his stuff like this that dwells on the intolerable environment is just a slog. I can see the shimmering figure of this book as a Seven Dreams emissary but don’t think it’s characterized as such.