Anyone familiar with the works of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child will understand the basic set-up of Riptide. There is some sort of historical “macguffin” wrapped together with an arcane, esoteric mystery. Modern investigators are trying to get at the former and just enough strange events take place to make one believe that something supernatural is happening. In this case, computer networks that are supposed to be fully synchronized degrade without explanation and expensive scientific instruments give off false readings along with mysterious ailments among the cast of characters in the novel and “historical” populations which preceded them (at least, within the conceit of the story). And, of course, there usually is a clear-cut, rational cause for the “supernatural” events in these stories and Riptide is no exception. Indeed, I was relatively certain of the cause in this story long before the revelation (or perhaps, without spoiling things, I could pun “Revelation”) within the story. In fact, there was even a secondary cause to some of the problems that was obvious before the big revelation late in the novel.
In spite of the lack (at least, for me) of the usual surprises from Preston and Child in this novel, Riptide really was interesting. The historical “macguffin” was the buried treasure of a pirate named Red Ned Ockham (Do you suppose he used a razor as his weapon of choice? Is this firm evidence that one of the authors watched Swashbuckler where Robert Shaw played Red Ned Lynch in a memorable film performance in a forgettable film?) that was allegedly cursed. Indeed, there are prologues to the book and an early event in the life of the protagonist to suggest that there was something to this curse.
Extrapolating from old texts and manuscripts, a large salvage venture accumulates a small fortune in order to go after a vast fortune and a mysterious artifact within the pirate’s treasure. The research indicated that the treasure was buried within a network of lethal traps, but there was also overt proof of the existence of the treasure. With a juxtaposition of family tragedy serving as the motivation for one protagonist and the obsession with both beating the traps and gaining the treasure as the obsession of another major character, the story proceeds at a fairly brisk pace.
In addition to building fascinating characters, Preston and Child have a tendency to pull from the best of literature and the Bible in order to knot together a tighter mystery or thriller. In this case, I was annoyed by the abuse of passages from the Book of Revelation when they recounted the minister’s speech but delighted when there was a clever rationale behind the use of the passage toward the end of the story. In addition to the Bible, there is a reference to a networked fantasy game called The Sword of Blackthorne which seems to be a call-back to an early PC game called Blade of Blackpool and one of the villains in the Ultima series. A casual remark about the dreaded Island of Dr. Hatch reminds one of The Island of Dr. Moreau and the control tower for the expedition is called Orthanc in homage to the Lord of the Rings trilogy. There are quotations from classic poets like Homer, Coleridge, and Dickenson, as well as lesser known ones like Coventry Patmon.
My favorite line relates to my studies in Archaeology. The beautiful archaeologist in the novel says, “Ah. Religious reasons. That is what we archaeologists always say when we do not understand something.” (p. 320) It’s all too true and something of which I apprise my history students whenever possible.
I enjoyed Riptide, but I’m bothered by the sense that all of the ministers in novels by Preston and Child tend to be more than a little bit “off.” In some sense, they seem deluded and in other ways, they seem to have more sense than some of the protagonists. In Riptide, the Rev. Woody Clay longs for some great, meaningful crusade—even if it means martyrdom. He is rigid and unbending, idealistic and bitter. Yet, these ministers seem to play a vital role in each plot. It is almost like Preston and Child are begrudgingly ambiguous about the value of religion. They aren’t quite ready to condemn it or to condone it in its entirety.
If you haven’t read Riptide and you’ve enjoyed other books by these authors, you should grab it right away. If you’ve never experienced these authors, I would still recommend the Pendergast series ahead of this one.