ICEBERG

Glimpses of the life all around a seemingly deserted Antarctic iceberg.

“If this world looks empty, / look closer,” Saxby suggests—going on to catalog in sonorous sentences the arrivals and departures of seals and penguins, of krill and terns, and other visitors as seasons turn. Meanwhile the small but stately glacier, newly calved at the start, changes shape as it floats, is slowly frozen into sea ice as winter comes and goes, and at last in spring tips over and vanishes…as another berg calves in the “pale Antarctic dawn.” The author closes with a note about how many of these seasonal patterns are being affected by climate change. Racklyeft more often goes for glassy rather than rough or stormy waters in her blue-tinged seascapes in order to make the glacier’s underwater parts at least faintly visible, and above and below the surface her ice is translucent in all weathers, which lends a lyrical quality to each scene. Her renditions of marine life, particularly in an artificially populous but eye-filling gatefold, are done with reasonable fidelity. A distant ship in several scenes is the only sign of a human presence. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

Despite the seasonal tilt, an evocative view of a timelessly ancient natural cycle.