SWEET zombie Jesus, Francis Spufford’s I May Be Some Time: Ice And The English Imagination is boring. Boooooor-ing. How you can take something as fascinating as Arctic/Antarctic exploration and make it so deadly dull is beyond me. “Hey,” Mr Spufford must have thought, “I’ll dedicate an entire chapter to Edmund Burke’s ruminations on the flooding of the River Liffey”. You do that, Francis; I’ll be over here reading a much more interesting book.
Ev, don the Raiments of Happiness and prepare to perform the Dance of Rejoicing, for I’m about to get rid of a book.