Sunday, September 9, 2007

The Shores of Kansas by Robert Chilson (1976)

Paperback cover blurb

IN THE PRESENT

Grant Ryals was a world-famous figure, the man who had mastered time travel, and who now was surrounded by the ravenous forces of commercial greed and by the man-eating appetites of "celebrity groupies," women who wanted to add him to their list of conquests at any price.

IN THE PREHISTORIC PAST

Grant Ryals was the only human being on the face of planet Earth, walking through the great, trackless landscape of jungle, swamp and sea that was Kansas millions of years ago, and facing the hugest and most hideous carnivorous creatures that had ever ruled the globe.

In the present, Grant Ryals was fighting for his manhood. In the past, he was fighting for his life. And he did not know which was the more dangerous…

My thoughts

One of the perks of haunting used-book stores is that occasionally you come across a long-forgotten title that turns out to be a surprisingly good read. The Shores of Kansas is one of those titles. It’s a flawed book, but still an entertaining one.

Grant Ryals is one of a handful of people who can travel through time simply by willing themselves into the past. But even among this group Grant is special, because he is the only person who can travel to the age of dinosaurs. Equipped with a movie camera and a medieval war axe for protection, Grant made two prehistoric wildlife documentaries and then used the profits to set up an institute to research and publicize his findings.

Grant is one of the most famous people on the planet when the novel opens, but the reclusive time-traveler isn’t adapting well to his celebrity. He is constantly hounded by the media and by women want “to add him to their list of conquests.” The greedy people who run his institute are trying to maximize their profits while minimizing the center's scientific research. And a rookie female time traveler is apprenticing to journey back to the dinosaur era, but Grant isn’t sure he wants the company.

The Shores of Kansas isn’t as much about dinosaurs as it is about a man trying to come to grips with the decisions he has made in life. Most of the novel is set in the present – the “present” in this case being the 1970s – with the excursions to the Mesozoic Era being only rare events. Still, the time-travel sequences are well-executed with an impressive amount of research put into them. In a few pages, the author manages to paint a believable prehistoric world with dinosaurs that behave like real animals rather than movie monsters, and even modern readers will find the descriptions of the terrible reptiles are not far off from how we view them today.

The passages set in the prehistoric past are so well done that it’s a shame the author didn’t use them more often. He instead focuses on Grant’s inner turmoil as a celebrity who doesn’t want to be a celebrity. The Shores of Kansas has literary ambitions, and sometimes it succeeds, but sometimes it doesn’t. The most glaring problem is the author’s sexism. Women are constantly referred to as “girls” and are often depicted as emotionally and intellectually shallow, leading to howlers like this sentence, describing a group of kids playing with a toy plumbing set: “All the boys were absorbed, and the girls were equally interested, if only for the shiny beauty of the copper tubings and the brass fittings.”

Sexism aside, the novel remains a good short read, weighing in at about 200 pages. The Shores of Kansas tries to be many things, but it works best as a tribute to the long lost Mesozoic world, which is described so poetically at times that readers will understand why Grant feels more at peace among dinosaurs than among humans.

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Thursday, September 6, 2007

Some thank yous, and the future of Prehistoric Pulp!

I just got around to realizing that a few days back, Brian over at Laelaps chose Prehistoric Pulp as one of his five favorite blogs. It's a big honor for me and I just wanted to give him a very belated thank you. Any readers who love natural history and paleontology must put Laelaps on their favorites list -- his posts are some of the best reading on the subjects you will find, either in print or on the web.

The nature of Prehistoric Pulp, being mostly reviews and news, doesn't always allow me to properly thank other bloggers who mention this site. There have been several, from Biology in Science Fiction to Robert J. Sawyer to Cryptomundo to The Esoteric Science Resource Center. Check out the blog roll to the right for a more complete list, because there are several other bloggers I want to thank.

This almost sounds like a goodbye post, but it's not. I just wanted to give you a little update about where this blog is heading. I'm roughly three-fourths of the way through my collection of paleo-literature. I have some catching up on reading to do, and I still have a lot of reviews to crank out, but at some point my posts will become less frequent simply because there is a finite amount of fiction relating to dinosaurs and prehistoric animals.

Ironically, if I wrote about books set in outer space, or even fiction concerning dragons rather than dinosaurs, I would probably have enough material to update at least on a weekly basis. Also, I admittedly limited myself by not reviewing caveman romances such as Clan of the Cave Bear. (Paleoanthropology has never appealed to me the same way as paleontology, for reasons that are not entirely clear to me.) Prehistoric Pulp will continue even after I've read every work of paleo-fiction in my library -- it will just be updated three or four times a month rather than three or four times a week. Usually only one or two novels about dinosaurs and other extinct animals are published in a single year, so news about the paleo-fiction is slow. More than anything, I want the blog to be a library of information about stories concerning paleontology so they are not forgotten even if I didn't care for them. (Remember readers, it is perfectly OK to disagree with my reviews in the comments section -- I even encourage it.)

As far as the more immediate future, I'm hoping to start a series of "theme weeks" soon. There will be a Dinotopia week, a King Kong week, and a mammoth week. How soon they will come will depend on how quickly I can catch up on my reading -- my personal life has been pretty busy lately, so I haven't had as much time to devote to my hobbies as I usually do.

Stay tuned!

Dinosaurs, edited by Martin H. Greenberg (1996)

Hardback cover blurb

Though gone from the world for sixty-five million years, dinosaurs live on with mythic power in the human imagination. Here, editor and award-winning anthologist Martin H. Greenberg assembles fourteen classic stories featuring these at once fearsome and awe-inspiring creatures, whose enigmatic and sudden disappearance may account for part of our enduring fascination. Arthur C. Clarke, Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov are among the many notables who breathe life back into the dinosaurs in this imaginative collection.

My thoughts

Sure, I realize this anthology was slapped together simply to make some money on the dinosaur craze that had gripped the public between the first two Jurassic Park films, but come on… A picture of someone’s eye for the cover image? I mean, couldn’t have publisher just used some stock art of a reptilian eye instead? Or better yet, how about actually paying an artist to design a cover image? Artists need to eat, after all. (So do writers and bloggers, for that matter.)

That said, this anthology proves true the old saying about not judging a book by its cover, because it is a very good collection of dinosaur-related fiction. The only downside is the book can be hard to find these days.

The two best stories are two classics of paleo-literature. “The Fog Horn” by Ray Bradbury is the story of a lighthouse fog horn that calls a very lonely reptile from the ocean depths. “A Gun for Dinosaur” by L. Sprague de Camp is the first Reginald Rivers story, with the author’s time-traveling safari guide explaining to a client why he will only take men of a certain size dinosaur hunting.

Other highlights of the anthology include “Time’s Arrow” by Arthur C. Clarke, a time-travel story with a twisted ending; “Shadow of a Change” by Michelle M. Sagara, which concerns a shy woman who undergoes a strange transformation; “Wildcat” by Poul Anderson, about an oil-drilling operation in the Jurassic Period; and “The Last Thunder Horse West of the Mississippi” by S.N. Dyer, a story where the famous rivalry between Edward Drinker Cope and O. C. Marsh reaches critical mass when the two discover a living sauropod.

The remaining stories are all strong and nicely fill out the volume. Some of the tales are decades old, so the science isn’t exactly up-to-date, but that doesn’t diminish their entertainment value.

Stories

  • “The Fog Horn” by Ray Bradbury
  • “Day of the Hunters” by Issac Asimov
  • “Dino Trend” by Patricia Cadigan
  • “Time’s Arrow” by Arthur C. Clark
  • “Chameleon” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
  • “Shadow of a Change” by Michelle M. Sagara
  • “Strata” by Edward Bryant
  • “Green Brother” by Howard Waldrop
  • “Wildcat” by Poul Anderson
  • “Just Like Old Times” by Robert J. Sawyer
  • “The Last Thunder Horse West of the Mississippi” by S.N. Dyer
  • “Hatching Season” by Harry Turtledove
  • “A Gun for Dinosaur” by L. Sprague de Camp
  • “Our Lady of the Sauropods” by Robert Silverberg

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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Ice Hunt by James Rollins (2003)

Paperback cover blurb

Carved into a moving island of ice twice the size of the United States, Ice Station Grendel has been abandoned for more than seventy years. The twisted brainchild of the finest minds of the former Soviet Union, it was designed to be inaccessible and virtually invisible. But an American undersea research vessel has inadvertently pulled too close—and something has been sighted moving inside the allegedly deserted facility, something whose survival defies every natural law. And now, as scientists, soldiers, intelligence operatives, and unsuspecting civilians are drawn into Grendel's lethal vortex, the most extreme measures possible will be undertaken to protect its dark mysteries—because the terrible truths locked behind submerged walls of ice and steel could end human life on Earth.

* The cover image and blurb are from the publisher's web site.

My thoughts

Land shark! Wait! I mean, land whale!

You wouldn't peg Ice Hunt as paleo-fiction by its cover or its blurb, but it passes the test. In this case, the plot hinges around the survival of the famous "walking whale" Ambulocetus.

Ice Hunt starts when an experimental U.S. Navy submarine finds an abandoned military base carved into the side of an iceberg in the Arctic Ocean. The scientists aboard the sub learn that the berg is crisscrossed with tunnels, with strange creatures frozen in the ice. Meanwhile in Alaska, game warden Matthew Pike investigates a plane crash in the wilderness and comes across the sole survivor -- a reporter on his way to the hidden base. The two are immediately set upon by assassins and must race to the arctic to uncover why they have been targeted. And to make a bad situation even worse, a Russian admiral also is seeking the secret hidden in the iceberg, and he has his finger on the trigger of a doomsday weapon.

I was pretty forgiving with Rollins' first novel, Subterranean, which I enjoyed despite its numerous flaws. I couldn't do the same with Ice Hunt, which was his fifth novel and showed all the same weaknesses as his first. The novel is all about action, action, action! The characters are constantly running from something, be it Russian assassins or hungry walking whales, but many of the action scenes strain credibility. Until I read the book, I never knew that 1) bear spray has the same effect as battery acid on human faces, 2) you could fly a small Cessna full of people through a mountain range like Luke Skywalker through the Death Star and still make it across Alaska on a single tank of gas, or 3) you could have a nuclear bomb detonate right beside you and come out without a scratch.

Suspension of disbelief only goes so far -- it shouldn't be used as an excuse for lazy writing.

Another problem with the novel is it's too convoluted. Ice Hunt would have worked well simply as a thriller about a group of scientists who make an extraordinary discovery that turns terrifying when the hibernating walking whales emerge from their slumber. Rollins actually has a good explanation for the survival of the prehistoric critters and what their discovery may mean for science. Unfortunately, that wasn't good enough for the author, who had to throw in a government conspiracy, some post-Cold War politics, and a doomsday device that would make Dr. Strangelove squeal with joy. The monsters eventually take a backseat to all the other, less-interesting plot elements as a result.

Yet again, we have another work of paleo-fiction where a little subtlety would've gone a long way toward making it a better read.

Trivia
  • James Rollins is the pen name for veterinarian and amateur spelunker Jim Czajkowski. He has written several thrillers where evolutionary biology and archeology are the main focus.
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