…but it’s somebody’s Hell:
Via @BlkCrownAuthor. And if you’re wondering how this came to be, the explanation below is accurate (minus hopefully the blood splatter):
Not gonna lie: a book with this plot sounds more interesting than the one being offered for sale.
Moe Lane
*Crichton’s dead and is presumably enjoying the afterlife, particularly the part where the publishing industry has to desperately cash in on his name to slow their slide into economic apocalypse. I’ve never read a word of Patterson, and that’s all right with me. I can find all of this amusing, in other words.
They really should have made it a Michael Crichton/Clive Cussler/Brad Thor collaboration, instead.
As someone who spent a significant part of his college experience studying volcanoes, even the promotional blurb gave me a splitting headache.
Stratovolcanoes can go “boom” in a truly epic fashion, but it takes a series of changes and lots of time for them to get there. Mauna Loa is centuries away. At least. A volcano having regular eruptions of basaltic lava simply cannot build up the pressure needed.
Firstly, Clive Cussler is remarkable in that – unlike many others – he credited his co-authors from the get-go rather than using ghosts.
Secondly, each of his coauthors is worth reading in their own right – as in each had published under their own name before working with CC. Jack DuBrul in particular stands out as a worthy author I never would have found with out the CC connection.
Thirdly, while CC has sadly passed, his son and the estate keep chugging along with no discernable drop in quality – the stories are still Cussler’s in spirit and style, only the hands holding the pen have changed.
YMMV.
Personally, I felt Cussler jumped the shark with Sahara. (And groundwater in that story was about as on point as the vulcanology in the one above.