Saw this in a bargain bin at the library for 25p so I thought to myself ‘what harm could it do?’
Little did I know what I was letting myself in for.
I have now finished the book after vowing that it wouldn’t beat me and I think I am a little dead inside. How in the name of all that is good can this man’s uneducated scrawlings constantly get into the best-seller charts? Poor grammar, bad punctuation and even misspellings dog the book, although I’m not sure that the last one is all down to Clive himself. It wasn’t even that, so much, that irked me; no, it was the generally poor standard of the language used. His use of simile was clunky, use of metaphor, inappropriate and the speech so wooden it would have sounded like it was coming out of Keanu Reeves if spoken aloud.
After this experience I shall certainly not be bothering with any more Clive Cussler novels. If it were possible to take a shit in book form, Clive has succeeded.
I’d give Pacific Vortex: Unmitigated Rubbish/10
I’d give Clive Cussler: A punch in the face if I ever meet him.