There are some books you read for their great literary merits. And then there are some you read just to have a good time and not think too much about them.
So far, it appears Clive Cussler novels fit into the latter category.
Iceberg appears to be no exception.
Dirk Pitt is back, this time racing against time to find a ship frozen inside an iceberg. Before you know it, there’s a far reaching conspiracy and Pitt is firmly at the center of unraveling it.
I’ve heard the first two Pitt books are to this series what the first two Bond movies are to that series–they introduce the characters but aren’t necessarily a reflection of how the series will evolve in later entries. If that’s the case, I look forward to seeing how the series changes when I eventually pick up the third novel in the series.
Iceberg is pretty much what I expected based on reading The Mediterranean Caper. It’s the book equivalent of a popcorn movie. It’s got lots of action and as long as you don’t think too much about the plot, you should be fine.
Unfortunately, the issue that plagued Caper kept popping up here. This novel is clearly a product of the time it was written and that’s reflect in certain attitudes. This time around, it’s a not a female who needs the lovin’ that only Dirk can provide. Instead it’s the attitude that women’s true role in this world is making coffee for the men and certain attitudes about gay people. (Dirk’s pretending to be gay is kind of embarrassing). Add in a plotline with a twist that, quite frankly I’m not sure the book earns, and you’ve got a couple of moments that really take you out of the novel.