Mount Fitz Roy

Okay, let’s be real: 29 hours is a *commitment*, but Ray Porter makes every minute count. His performance here is next-level—less a reading, more a one-man radio play. The way he voices the protagonist’s dry, self-deprecating humor (think Nathan Drake if he’d seen some *real* shit) had me laughing out loud in traffic, while his delivery of the story’s more horrific moments sent chills down my spine. That said, Sigler’s dialogue can occasionally tip into *too* macho—there’s a fine line between tough-guy banter and eye-rolling posturing, and a few exchanges cross it. But when the story hits its stride (and it does, often), it’s a white-knuckle ride. The climb up Fitz Roy itself is a narrative tour de force, blending technical detail with heart-pounding tension. I’ve listened to a lot of adventure SF, and this is the first time I’ve *felt* the thin air in my lungs. Pacing is where *Mount Fitz Roy* stumbles slightly. The first act takes its time setting up the dominoes—maybe too much time for listeners craving immediate action. But once the expedition reaches the mountain, the payoff is *brutal* in the best way. Sigler’s ability to weave together disparate threads (a heist, a survival epic, and a slow-burn apocalypse) without losing coherence is impressive, though the sheer density of lore might overwhelm casual listeners. And while the ending lands with the force of an avalanche, I wished for a bit more emotional resolution amid the chaos. Still, Porter’s narration elevates even the clunkier bits, and the audio production is flawless—no distracting edits, just immersive soundscaping that pulls you deeper into the madness. If you love your sci-fi with dirt under its nails and a body count that means something, this is your next obsession. Just maybe don’t start it before bed.