Andrew Buckley: Ghosts And Monsters
By: Andrew Buckley
It was a blowy night, inky black with clouds obscuring the moon and stars of the sub-Antarctic sky. Inside the stout white cottage, the fluorescent yellow lights flickered and hummed at normal speeds, mostly. Everyone else had gone to bed. Five adult Americans whose brief residence had nearly doubled the population of the island. I’ve written and produced a documentary film about our time here on Saunders Isla...