My suspicions were correct. This is more of a fictional essay musing on war and mankind. The plot is basic. A reporter is in the Canadian north doing a story on its recent economic growth. In the bar in a makeshift town that is already dying, he encounters a drunken old man who rants at everybody and then gets picked on by some bullies. The bartender informs the reporter that the old man is a troublemaker and has been doing this for a long time.
We get almost half the book with the reporter wrestling with his conscious and then finally deciding to help out the old man. There is a young woman named Mary who cares about the old man and the two of them help him out of jail. Back in his boarding room (with a nasty old woman who runs the place; an excellent portrayal of Canadian cheapness and meanness), the old man finally reveals his secret. He discovered a giant hi-tech refrigerator on an island off of Baffin Island, with frozen armadillo-skinned humanoids frozen to death in a state of surprise.
He believes (and I think this is the point of this story), that his discovery proves that there was a superior civilization who died by its own folly. If only others could believe this, they would realize that current day humans are on the same path. It was well-written and I dug what Monsarrat was putting down about the folly of humanity and the stupid cruelty of war. I am just not sure why this got a separate novel treatment of its own. Ah, I just read the back! This is a part of a series. I guess Monsarrat was big enough at this time that he could justify it. Probably interesting to read them all.
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