If you think Covid-19 lockdown is bad, try surviving for months in an Alpine hut that’s buried under snow, with just a stray dog and a barn full of potatoes for company. Now imagine that you’re slowly losing your grip on reality. And then, when the snow starts to melt in spring, you see a human foot poking out of the ice. That should give you a taste of this wonderfully claustrophobic novella, ably translated from the Italian by J Ockenden.
