Up until recently, my only experience with Scottish author Alistair MacLean's ninth novel, 1962's "The Satan Bug," was via the film that was loosely made from it three years later. It has long surprised me that this picture--despite featuring two of my favorite performers, Anne Francis and Richard Basehart--is a rather pedestrian, somewhat dull affair, and on the whole, a fairly unmemorable experience. (To be completely honest, it's been quite a while since I have seen the film, and DO need to see it again soon to refresh my memory.) MacLean's source novel, as it turns out, is a wholly different proposition entirely. Set during two particularly cold and rainy October days in Wiltshire and London, as opposed to the film's sunny California desert, the book is as gripping, suspenseful and exciting as any reader could wish for; simply stated, it is a compulsively readable page-turner. Released just a year before MacLean's slam-bang "Ice Station Zebra," it amply demonstrates that the great thriller writer was surely on some kind of a roll at this point in his career.
In the book, the reader makes the acquaintance of Pierre Cavell, the former head of security at the Mordon (I love that name, with its almost subliminal suggestion of death!) Microbiological Research Establishment, and now working as a private detective. Cavell is handed the case of his life when Mordon's current security chief is found murdered on-site, one of its head scientists disappears...and eight vials containing deadly botulinus toxin AND the so-called Satan Bug (a strain of the polio virus that has been made a million times more deadly, a single spoonful of which could shortly wipe out all life on Earth!) are discovered to be missing! When one of the botulinus vials is released over a section of Norfolk, killing hundreds of animals and people, Cavell realizes that this cunning but maniacal thief certainly does mean business indeed. And as the clock ticks down to an attack on the heart of London, matters grow even more dire for Cavell, as his beautiful bride of just two months is abducted by the madman....
"The Satan Bug," for its first 2/3, comes off almost like a cross between Jacques Futrelle and Agatha Christie, with Cavell evincing the sharp ratiocination abilities of The Thinking Machine and Hercule Poirot; in its final third, the novel dishes out some tremendous chase and action sequences. Cavell, during this case, must sift through the alibis of a good two dozen or so Mordon suspects, and every character, it seems, has something to hide. It is the sort of book in which no one can be trusted; where virtually everyone is playacting or double-dealing for his or her own end...even the "good guys." Cavell goes through some fairly physically grueling treatment during the course of his 48-hour investigation, and it is no small wonder that he emerges both alive at the book's end and that he is able to figure out the culprit in this very complexly plotted affair. Like so many of MacLean's other action leads, Cavell impresses the reader with both his mental agility AND his ability to carry on against near insuperable odds. The book features much in the way of surprises (Cavell's exact relationship with his boss, The General, did surely catch me off guard!), and as far as the reader's ability to figure out the identity of the culprit...well, my advice would be to not even try; just sit back and marvel as Cavell blunders and divines his way closer to the truth. The novel also features any number of stunning set pieces, such as when one of the Mordon scientists, Dr. Gregori, tells us in some detail what the Satan Bug is capable of; a nasty fight that Cavell has with the madman's mute henchman, Henriques, on a high fire escape and then amongst the interior roof girders of an enormous railway building; and the absolutely thrilling sequence in which Cavell, close to physical collapse and sporting several broken ribs, must duke it out with the killer in a bucking helicopter high above London. (The film also featured a helicopter climax, but in a completely different context.) I found the book absolutely riveting, both the detective section and the thrilling denouement, and feel that it should greatly please just about any reader.
Having said that, I must also report that "The Satan Bug" is not a perfect book, and that MacLean can justly be accused of having made a few flubs during the course of his complicated story. Most egregiously, a character named Tom Hartnell on page 75 (I refer here to the classic Fawcett Gold Medal edition of the mid-'60s; the book is currently available in a nice-looking Sterling edition) is called Roger Hartnell by page 128! MacLean tells us that the city of Tornio is in Sweden, whereas it is actually in Finland, on the Swedish border. A fictitious town called Lower Hampton (in Norfolk, where the botulinus toxin is released) is shortly after referred to as Little Hampton. And finally, at one point, Cavell questions a man in a doorway who "leaned a shoulder against the lintel." But since a lintel is the overhead support ABOVE a doorway, I'm not sure how any person could physically lean against it! I can only assume that the author meant "doorjamb" here. But these are mere quibbles; some minor boo-boos that should have been caught by MacLean's editor. The bottom line is that the book is a smashing success, and some kind of pure entertainment. "The Satan Bug," by the way, was initially released under MacLean's pseudonym of Ian Stuart, just to see if one of his books would sell successfully under another byline. It did, of course, but with a thriller like this, that should hardly come as a surprise....