A review by ginkgo
The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler

The worst sin I'm meeting over and over in books published in a few recent years - there's no passion in the story. This writer, he could write nonfictional-poetical Cyclonopedia-like odes to the ocean and connections and conscience and the depth of sense.
Instead some blueprints were used to mould together some semblance of a story - and to add as many ideas as possible to represent who the author is and what his intellectual roots are.

The idea is fascinating, yes; at the beginning it was partly beautiful, but mostly boring, and then it became almost unbearable.
The scene with Edvin at the beach? Come on
What could be, decayed and haven't left a viable offspring, like those cuttlefish. Afterwards it feels like stolen goods - sadly, SUCH A PITY, because I really love the idea and think that the author is talented.
Better be going and rewatching clipped version of  "My Octopus Teacher" where it's only marine life and beauty and instrumental music.