The worlds of ocean and ice were meeting in a frontier of rage, as if the earth had torn in two along this line. This was a place, if there ever was a place, where you could disappear. The year is 1845, and young researcher Eliot Saxby is paid to go on an expedition to the Arctic in the hope of finding the remains of the by-now-extinct Great Auk, a large flightless bird of mythical status. Eliot joins a hunting ship, but the crew and the passengers are not what they seem.
"You will either love or hate this book"
A field, a perfect morning, and a family destroyed in a single moment. After the death of his only daughter and the dissolution of his marriage, Guy is left alone and searching for answers. He sets out to sea on an old Dutch barge—acquired on a whim—that has now become his home. Every night Guy writes the imagined diary of the man he should be—and the family he should have. Every morning he wakes to the knowledge of all he has lost.
"North Korea Tests U.S. as Tillerson Meets Chinese Leaders" is from the March 19, 2017 World section of The Wall Street Journal. It was written by Jeremy Page and Jonathan Cheng and narrated by Alexander Quincy.
"China to Return Seized U.S. Underwater Drone" is from the December 17, 2016 World section of The Wall Street Journal. It was written by Jeremy Page, Paul Sonne and narrated by Alexander Quincy.
"Donald Trump’s Message Sparks Anger in China" is from the December 05, 2016 World section of The Wall Street Journal. It was written by Damian Paletta, Carol E. Lee And Jeremy Page and narrated by Alexander Quincy.
"Beijing Braces for Trump Presidency" is from the January 16, 2017 Politics section of The Wall Street Journal. It was written by Jeremy Page, Lingling Wei and Chun Han Wong and narrated by Alexander Quincy.
"South China Sea Ruling Puts Beijing in a Corner" is from the July 12, 2016, World section of The Wall Street Journal. It was written by Jeremy Page and Trefor Moss and narrated by Alexander Quincy.
Perhaps I would be too late to save them. The last dozen had been spotted on a remote island in the North Atlantic, on a bare ledge of rock, but it was already rumoured the final breeding pair had been killed - their skins sold to private collectors - and the single egg between them needlessly crushed. These were only rumours, I kept telling myself. But as I set out for the Liverpool docks, on that breezy April morning in 1845, I couldn't help hoping that I might be able to reach them in time, the last of the birds.