Raiders of the Lost Ooze
I have to admit, I've always been drawn to the darker elements of pulp fiction. I like stories about folks who try but just can't seem to get it together, or worse, those who could were it not for nefarious forces beyond their control. Stories about men's men getting into jams and fighting their way victoriously out have always held less appeal for me. But a man's man suddenly finding himself face to face with eldritch horrors? Count me in.
Max Calder fits the badass adventurer archetype like Indiana Jones, or countless pulp magazines featuring men bare-fist fighting hordes of wild animals on the covers. The adventure itself hits you at a white-knuckle fast pace, with gunfights, aerial dogfights, cave fights and dynamite fights. The whole thing is tied together with a narrative revolving around a Lovecraftian monster cult, which is honestly one of the best ways to tie anything together. Apparently this Calder gentleman has gotten himself into other sticky situations, so I'll be interested to see how he gets himself out of those.