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The story itself is rather astounding - after a plane crash high in the Andes, which killed most on board (and a subsequent avalanche which killed more), the remaining survivors lived for ten weeks on melted snow, human flesh and organs of the deceased (and bone marrow and even intestinal contents, squeezed out) and almost certainly would have died had not two of them climbed out of the Andes and found a neighboring valley and other humans, a trip which itself took ten days. Read competed with other, more well known writers, including Gay Talese, for the story; he thinks his youth, his Englishness, and above all his Roman Catholic faith was what got him the job. (Most of the survivors were deeply Catholic and had overcome their resistance to anthropophagy by comparing it to the sacrament of Communion.) There are fascinating details sprinkled throughout, such as what such a diet will do to you (a bad combination of severe constipation and diarrhea), and the survivors wondering whether they ought to hide the partly eaten human remains scattered around the crash site so that their rescuers wouldn't think badly of them. The eventual contact with outside human life and rescuers is quite moving; several of the survivors were so overjoyed at seeing plant life that they began eating flowers and grass. Still, the writing lacks some of the verve of other adventure stories like The Perfect Storm and Into Thin Air.