The cold-lover in me wanted to enjoy this book; the degreed meteorologist could not.
Minor offenses include a stunning lack of detail on the ice environment for a book titled "Icebreaker." Here's a short list of things I had to use Google to figure out: what the icebreaker ship looked like, what the ice looked like, what the typical coverage of the ice would be and its proximity to land, how far they were from the arctic circle, the time of year they were at sea, approximate sun angle at the latitudes where the author was (lots of description of the sun in the sky, but how high?) where the ship typically operates, port city or location the author departed from (I couldn't tell how much time he spent in Helsinki or Oulu, and that wasn't where they returned to port... why? And how long were they at sea? Ugh.)
I was able to glean, from searching the website of the Finnish Meteorological Institute, that as of this writing in January 2018, solid ice extends maybe 5-10 miles from land along the northern coasts of the Bay of Bothnia and this is near-normal. The center of the bay remains ice free (though presumably a bit brisk). So I made the assumption that our band of merry icebreakers were probably operating very near the coast, with the main goal of getting ships in and out of port. Somewhere around pg. 170, Clare casually mentions that in his time on the boat (still of indeterminate length), he never lost sight of land. This confirmed my suspicion, but gosh, wouldn't that have been an interesting detail to mention earlier?
So Mr. Clare is a journalist, not an engineer, and wants to capture the mood of the ice and of Finland. Fair enough. Unfortunately he is so paralyzed by climate anxiety, the poor guy can barely sleep at night. He is plagued by dreamscapes of the near future, where humanity can no longer interact with their environment. He sees the perfect metaphor of our impending climate doom reflected in a collision between ships, where by the time the pilot determines an action to take, it is too late to prevent catastrophe. He is mortified to learn that one of the first mates drives a Chevy Silverado around his Finnish homestead because its convenient for moving firewood. The singular Silverado really bothers him (how could a progressive Finn want to behave like a Trump-loving American?!) even as he fawns over his host icebreaker and the global shipping industry it supports... which if measured by emissions, would be the 7th most polluting country on the planet.
Where I was hoping for a nuanced discussion of ice and its conditions, I found myself yet again watching the extreme politicization of my field by an outsider. Science is not "fact" or "real." Science is belief... endless debate, with transparent discussion of assumptions, methodology, data interpretation, and uncertainty. Climate science should not be treated any differently, and that applies to both the leftist alarmists and the rightist hoaxers. It's absurd and misleading trying to boil down the truly mind-boggling complexities of our atmosphere, climate, and environment to sexy catchphrases intended for silencing opponents... but you know, it sure does sell journalism!
I'd like to end on a positive note, so here is a joke from pg. 111: What is the difference between a Finnsh extrovert and a Finnish introvert? The extrovert stares at YOUR shoes when you talk to him."
Ha ha! My kind of place.