From the desk of Bill Crider (not all forgotten books deserve remembering)
This
is a straight-up SF adventure novel. Our Hero is Mal Irish, a guy
about whom we know little or nothing and about whom we learn little or
nothing more. He's zipping across the post-apocalyptic landscape on
some kind of hovercraft when he encounters a dying man in what's left of
a small town in Georgia. The man relates a wild tale of a lost race in
the Antarctic and gives Mal a strange coin. People try to kill Mal,
and after that it's just one damned thing after another, with escapes
and pursuits around the globe and deaths and a beautiful woman who's
thousands of years old. All this happens while the planet's crust is
shifting and causing seas to rise and/or retreat, volcanoes to erupt and
earthquakes to occur all the time.
None of it makes a lot of sense, though Laumer tries to tie it all up in the end. It's part Puppet Masters and
part Cthulhu and part James Bond. And part other things, too, all in
one big stew. It's fun if you're looking for some mindless
entertainment and don't mind plenty of coincidences and lots of
implausible action, which I'm sometimes in the mood for. Laumer writes
with flair, and the story hardly ever slows down for more than a
paragraph. You might forget it all in a few hours, but it's
entertaining for the moment. You'll like it if that's the kind of thing
you like.
7 comments:
Well-put, Patti. Not all forgotten books deserve remembering. I think I'd pass on this one...
I read CATASTROPHE PLANET when it was first published decades ago. Bill Crider's review is spot on!
Love Bill's review - "part PUPPET MASTERS and part Cthulhu and part James Bond" - great stuff!
Laumer was a mixed bag, humor, adventure, unlikely events, strange characters. I can take him best in small doses, specifically short stories.
Doubt that I would try him.
Occasionally, as with his collaboration with Rosel George Brown, he dug a bit deeper. But for the most part, he was writing adventure fiction with satirical aspects. On par with, say, Leslie Charteris.
Nice to see this old review (and hear it in Dad’s voice).
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