How cross-country skiing in Norway became a chilling page-turner

A trip into the winter wilderness – building his own igloo every night – left our writer feeling out of his depth. But it also set him on track to write his latest novelI was exhausted. My gloves were wet and the sweat had started to freeze on my skin. No hotels for miles around. No houses. Nothing but a barren, treeless, snowbound landscape. The roof of the igloo had collapsed and it was getting dark. I didn’t know it at the time, but my despair and discomfort would come in us