Oh, I’d love to have his car/plane collection. I always said if I ever got loads of cash I’d have some classic cars and some really cool vintage planes (and maybe a couple of tanks :)). BTW, how does he afford all that stuff? In the book I’m listening too he has a vintage Ford transport airplane (he manages to take out a a fully functional Fokker Dr.I Triplane with it :dubious: )? All that stuff is VERY expensive. Did he inherit a fortune or something?
Cussler has written on fair techo thriller, 25 times.
Every single one of his books is the same freakin plot. Lather, rinse repeat.
And like any echo they get weaker over time.
I’ve read two of them. Like Robert Ludlum, his books are wonderfully luddicrous. They make me wonder about the people complaining about the unreality of Science Fiction, when stuff like this is out there. It’s fun but mindless.
“Dirk Pitt” is precisely the right name for the hero in books like this. His name makes him sound like he eats nails for breakfast.
When he wrote “Raise the Titanic” it was widely believed that the Titanic was wonderfully preserved in the very cold, still environs of the North Atlantic, and could be raised in one piece. For some reason, no one believed the reports from eyewitnesses that the ship had broken in half. I’m still amazed that they thought there would be little deterioration or rusting. Arthur C. Clarke believed the same thing. He had the Titanic being raised in the chapter “The Ghost from the Grand Banks” in his novel Imperial Earth. Later he coauthored a book entitled The Ghost from the Grand Banks.
Then the real Titanic showed up, broken in half, as everyone should have realized, and covered with rust icicles.
But if you think the stuff about the Titanic is unbelievable, what about the magical Russian element from which you can build an impenetrable missile shield?
Actually, if you want a good Cussler read, have a look at his two books about finding sunken ships. True stories starring him about hands-on history exploring. Cussler is responsible for finding the Civil War submarine the Hunley.
Yes, usually. A lot of times some old gentleman shows up at the most opportune moment to smuggle our main character to safety or supply some essential piece of equipment. Doesn’t matter that they are somewhere in the deep rainforest of South America or up some north korean river and that the novels sometimes tail end each other. Later we find out the the name of the gentleman was … dun dun dun … Clive Cussler. Funny how Dirk never seems to recognize him from one adventure to the next though.
I haven’t read any of his books, but I saw Sahara last weekend. I actually somewhat enjoyed it, not because it was good, though.
The first hour I spent wondering it was going to get good. In the 2nd hour, it got so bad and so many plot holes and logic gaps showed up that it became funny in an Ed Wood sort of way.
“Please don’t tell me he’s going to shoot down that helicopter with that civil war cannon!”
And of course, the toxic waste factory that doesn’t seem to have any logical purpose.
Cussler’s books are the literary equivalent of Knight Rider, or maybe The “A” Team. You’re going to be entertained for a bit, the good guys win, Dirk gets the girl, the men all bond and reflect on their awesome friendship, and no brain cells have been taxed. They are boys adventure stories for slightly more mature boys.
I stated in the previous Cussler thread, if Dirk Pitt came to life and stepped out of the book, Clive Cussler would drop to his knees and blow him. I still maintain that. It’s downright creepy how much Cussler loves him and gushes over his hard muscles and green eyes.
And as dumb as the Dirk Pitt books are, The movie* Sahara* was even dumber. I wouldn’t have believed it possible.
And yes, I have read and will continue to read all the Dirk Pitt books.
I’m pretty sure something like that happened in one of the more recent novels. IIRC, Pitt was hacking his way through a tropical jungle when, suddenly, he was bitten on the penis by a krait. Death seemed imminent, when a grizzled old John Houston-sort happened along to suck the venom out. It required several daily treatments over a period of a week or so, but the old fellow persevered. Before he faded back into the jungle, he told Pitt his name, which was…(dun dun dun)…
Couldn’t agree more if I’d wrote it myself. Except for seeing Sahara, I share every sentiment. I’ve been reading him since I was kid and have even started on the NUMA files, which make Pitt novels seem like well researched documentaries.
For me, Cussler is in the category of great “book on tape” fare. Maybe it’s just a personal quirk, but while I can’t bear to read writing below a certain standard, extremely cheesy stuff is quite enjoyable as an audio presentation.
I just finished White Death (co-written with someone named “Paul Kemprecos.”)
Yes, the eyes roll frequently – but it’s fun.
This is how I approach Clive Cussler: He’s the natural heir of Captain W.E. Johns (author of the Biggles books) and similar scribblers of Boys’ Adventure Stories from the 1930s. His stuff is like Raiders of the Lost Ark. It’s totally got that 1930s adventure feel, without being set in the 1930s.
White Death was so incredibly over-the-top that it would have been offensive if it were dialed down at all. It’s ostensibly hyper-modern – the plot concerns an Evil Corporation that’s conspiring to use genetically-modified salmon to wipe out natural stocks in the ocean, gaining a monopoly ofn the fish market through farmed patented GM fishies. The Gee-whiz science is there, too – the aforementioned sexy AI interface for an otherwise unremarkable database, adaptive camoflage with projections. Very 21st Century.
But this is still a 1930s adventure story: You’ve got all the requirements: A mad scientist. Evil Eskimos bent on world domination. Relics that either have mystical powers or are believed to. A subordinate “noble savage” type as a foil to the evil Eskimos. (Evil Eskimos! With giant, space-age igloos! A dogsled race in D.C.!) It may not be the 1930s, but he manages to get a dirigible in there, anyway. Nero Wolfe is there – he has a different name, but will be instantly recognizable to anyone who loves 1930s detective fiction, anyway.
This is the most outlandish NUMA story yet – even more cartoonish than Sahara. I sincerely hope they make this one into a movie. It’ll be freakin’ hilarious – maybe Will Farrell can play KURT AUSTIN.
I’ve tried to read Cussler. He’s like the intersection of Robert Ludlum and Dan Brown, in a wetsuit.
Anyone who’s tired of him, and who’d like to try a different masculine hero whose adventures are mostly on and around the water, check out the Doc Ford books by Randy Wayne White.
You said it nicely. I used to like Knight Rider and The “A” Team and this is the same sort of easy-going adventure. The banter’s fairly amusing and you can count on there being cool technology and a cool car. The women are also usually reasonably intelligent and competent. I went off the books at the plot twist Dr. Rieux mentioned, but I still reread the earlier books now and then. Mind you, Pacific Vortex did show a hint of what Cussler was going to be like when he did go off.