Scan barcode
A review by donnaslair
Crescent Dawn by Scott Brick, Dirk Cussler, Dirk Pitt, Clive Cussler
2.0
I don't know why I do this to myself. I guess I get stuck in ruts and start to crave rut-busters. Every once in a while, I'll pick up a thriller just for something different, and I should know by now that I'm not a fan of Clive Cussler.
I've enjoyed Dan Brown's books, and the Jason Bourne series, but these are just a little too corny for my taste. The hero (or in this case heroes, as the book has several subplots on various continents) quips in the face of almost certain doom, and never seems to have a change of mood. The mood thing bothers me, as I feel like if thriller-y things happened to me, I would probably have moods: frightened, angry, relieved, and so on. But not the Pitt family! Wry amusement is their one-size-fits-all mood.
Yes, the Pitt family. The author apparently thought it would be a good idea to have two heroes named Dirk Pitt in the same book - father and son. And for equal opportunity, daughter Summer Pitt also has a role. This to me is one of the many things poking holes in the plausibility of the story. I mean, what are the odds that 3 members of the same family simultaneously and on different continents get embroiled in the same evil plot?
You really have to put your critical reasoning skills on the shelf in order to get through this without too many eye rolls, and some of it is flat our insulting. During one chase scene, the characters run (for no apparent reason) into an improbably located antique car show on a small rural island off the Turkish coast. Where they steal a car from a guy named Clive Cussler (for God's sake)! In case you haven't looked at the back of one of Mr Cussler's books, he is very keen for us to know that he likes antique cars. I'm sure authors write themselves, friends, family, into books all the time. But it takes a special kind of arrogance to do it so clumsily.
Oh, and I'll keep this vague in order to avoid spoilers, but even though I'm no archaeologist, I would venture to say that the potency of weapons left in the elements for 2000 years might be somewhat diminished. Just sayin'.
I've enjoyed Dan Brown's books, and the Jason Bourne series, but these are just a little too corny for my taste. The hero (or in this case heroes, as the book has several subplots on various continents) quips in the face of almost certain doom, and never seems to have a change of mood. The mood thing bothers me, as I feel like if thriller-y things happened to me, I would probably have moods: frightened, angry, relieved, and so on. But not the Pitt family! Wry amusement is their one-size-fits-all mood.
Yes, the Pitt family. The author apparently thought it would be a good idea to have two heroes named Dirk Pitt in the same book - father and son. And for equal opportunity, daughter Summer Pitt also has a role. This to me is one of the many things poking holes in the plausibility of the story. I mean, what are the odds that 3 members of the same family simultaneously and on different continents get embroiled in the same evil plot?
You really have to put your critical reasoning skills on the shelf in order to get through this without too many eye rolls, and some of it is flat our insulting. During one chase scene, the characters run (for no apparent reason) into an improbably located antique car show on a small rural island off the Turkish coast. Where they steal a car from a guy named Clive Cussler (for God's sake)! In case you haven't looked at the back of one of Mr Cussler's books, he is very keen for us to know that he likes antique cars. I'm sure authors write themselves, friends, family, into books all the time. But it takes a special kind of arrogance to do it so clumsily.
Oh, and I'll keep this vague in order to avoid spoilers, but even though I'm no archaeologist, I would venture to say that the potency of weapons left in the elements for 2000 years might be somewhat diminished. Just sayin'.