An American archaeology professor becomes involved in an attempt to prevent the Nazis from locating a sacred Hebrew relic which, according to legend, has awesome, supernatural power.
Les Martin has written dozens of books for young readers, including the RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK and INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM movie storybooks, and many Young Indiana Jones middle-grade novels. He has also adapted many classic works of fiction for young readers, including THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS, EDGAR ALLAN POE'S TALES OF TERROR, and THE VAMPIRE. Mr. Martin is a resident of New York City.
This is one of those beautiful books from my youth that I absorbed lovingly while lying on my bright, orange-copper, shag carpet in the cool of my basement bedroom on Queensland Drive.
It wasn't just words on a page telling a story; it was the extension of something that would become and remain an obsession; it was a soothing calm from the pain of physical abuse; it was an imaginary father in pictures and words to make me feel safe from a father of flesh and unpredictable anger.
It was poorly written and shabbily bound. It was Raiders of the Lost Ark not so much abridged as reduced. But even the reduction was a beautiful thing captured in still photo after still photo: Spielberg's sweeping landscapes. Harrison Ford at his roguish best. Egyptian sets. Belloq's classy menace. Dietrich's Nazi jaw. Marion's hard beauty. Frozen action. Bad dates ("You eat 'em").
This is a book as an extension of life.
As a book it is probably crap, and maybe worse than crap, but for a young boy in need of a hero it was a gateway to comfort, to escape, to happiness.
This was a big, hardback book with photos from the movie. I read it about a million times, as I was kind of obsessed with Raiders of the Lost Ark. Why didn't I ever get rid of this book? It's probably worth $1,000,000,000 on ebay.