Terrible Things Happening in Cold Places

About
5 Aug 2018, 7:06 p.m.

A few years ago, after a lifetime of reading as much as I could about the mysterious, uncanny and macabre, I realised that much of what I was most interested in had certain things in common. These events and stories could be crudely described as terrible things happening in cold places.


Abandoning the Jeannette, Raymond Lee Newcomb, via Wikimedia Commons.

I love to read about polar exploration, both the triumphant and tragic expeditions. I’m fascinated by climbers’ tales from the highest peaks—still more so when the exact sequence of events will never, can never be known. I can talk for hours, if only I’m permitted, about the horror of the nonexistent Open Polar Sea and the eerie beckoning of the Brocken spectre.

I made this website as a scrapbook for my thoughts on the subject. Here I plan to post book and film reviews, write occasional essays, and collate information on the most interesting phenomena.

I intend to treat the people I write about with respect. I will never post images of dead bodies or animals, and I'll warn about links that do contain them. Often, the events I'll post about here ended in tragedy, and I don't want to downplay or sensationalise that. Nor do I want to ignore the joy of exploration and discovery in inhospitable parts of the world. It's just that my interest—like yours, perhaps?—tends more towards the cases where calculations go awry and the unexpected breaks through all human plans and preparations.

About me


Rae in the pack ice north of Svalbard.

My name is Rae. I'm a programmer and writer in my mid-thirties, and I use they/them pronouns.

You can also find me on Twitter and Goodreads (here's my cold-places shelf).