One chilling sequence has our well-to-do young Englishman lost amid a sudden flurry of wind and snow mere meters from his tar-papered cabin. "The birds have gone. The cliffs are silent. There's a sense of something waiting," and in the unfathomable darkness of the Arctic winter, he cannot for a long moment discern the black abode from the black night drawn around it like a cloak. For all intents and purposes—for all the use it is to him—the cabin might as well be a figment. So, too, does Paver paint the ghost of this splendid ghost story: it exists, at least for the larger part, in the negative spaces, between the lines, and then only by implication...Dark Matter is a deeply unsettling narrative ... among the most accomplished chillers of the past decade.
Really, if you like ghost stories at all, this is the one to read.