This is the second book in a series featuring State trooper Nathan Active. The fact that a stolen Inupiaq mummy is nicknamed “Uncle Frosty,” captures the informality and close skein of interpersonal relationships in this remote area of Alaska. These relationships help define the present as well as bind people to a connection with their past.
Nathan is an Inupiaq who was city-raised and his “outsider” status leads to much good natured teasing, beginning with his purchase of a purple Yamaha snowgo, dubbed the “ladies' model” by Jim Silver, the local police chief. Nathan does, however, understand people – both the indigenous villagers and the people he works for. Capitalizing on his supervisor's adherence to a tight budget, Nathan maneuvers to secure permission to charter a plane in order to pursue a dubious lead during a heavy snowstorm.
The first half of the book felt somewhat slow, and the action really begins to pick up once all the relationships begin to be established, and historical and cultural details take command of the narrative. The pervasive cold weather passes from mere description into experience as the airplane is readied. It's roped down to prevent the wind from blowing it over. Nathan is "asked" to untie the rope and then jump in while the pilot runs the engine and keeps the plane stable. When he queries: “Is that safe?” the pilot replies: “You want to go or not?” However, that's not the end of the takeoff procedure. One of the skis is frozen into the ground, and Nathan must then rock the idling plane until it can creep across the runway and then, he can jump in! The details of flying in Arctic weather were fascinating.
Equally compelling is the flavor of Jones' writing. A brief glossary lists the Eskimo words to be encountered in the story: Angatquq (shaman), inuksuk (stone figures erected as trail markers), natchiq (seal). The languid cadence of the locals, recounting the past as if re-immersing themselves in the experience; the present tense recounting, and the tentative indirect style enhance the sense of a separate culture. Nathan admits: “He often failed to get the point of Inupiat stories...he thought maybe Inupiat stories just had no point in the white sense of the word.”
I think I would have liked this book more if I had read the first volume in the series. Nevertheless, once I reached the half-way point, I found this mystery impossible to put down.