Guy Sutter Jr. thought he knew his parents. But as he flips through a seemingly innocuous Rolodex discovered among his late father's effects, he finds that the yellowing, typewritten cards recount moments of play, odd joy, sexual awakening, jealousy, and fear that comprise both a secret history and a startling new window into Guy's own childhood. Whether floating a boat down a city street, staging a nap-in, or sabotaging a friend's Vietnam War draft exam, these unforeseen revelations- these happenings-become, for Guy and for the reader, an elusive and tantalizing set of clues pointing towards the most intimate revelations of all.
This is not the Antarctic of polar expeditions or scientific discovery. This is the Antarctica of domestic disharmony, of love amid loneliness, where two people encounter themselves at the end of the world. Harpoons, escape plans, seal meat, and endless ice populate this world of distant Antarctic coordinates. Where pages are intentionally left blank, something new emerges: the fullness of emptiness, the frightening textures of snow on a continent that is filled to the brim with it.