This one just about scraped its four out of five, mainly because it suffered from that age old problem of a novel having a lacklustre ending. It seems particularly common with Herbert, and for a very specific reason. He raises the stakes so high and so quickly that it doesn’t really matter how it ends because it can’t not be anticlimactic.
In this one, Herbert is playing with the idea of global warming and climate change and investigating what that might mean for us humans. Considering that it was published during the early nineties, it’s remarkably forward-thinking, and indeed I feel as though I got more out of it because I happened to pick it up just as COP26 was coming to an end.
Herbert is fantastic at writing brutal horror scenes, and he does it well here with a number of memorable parts at which the planet unleashes its fury on humans. One guy gets sheared in half by a falling pane of glass during an earthquake in London, and then there are the people who get burned alive. Some of them tried to escape by ducking their heads beneath water in a river, only to have their lungs burn up when they inevitably surface for air.
True, there was a sideline to the story that followed a New Orleans witch mother who was basically trying to be wolverine by wearing fake metal claws, and the whole element of the planet itself having its own consciousness didn’t work for me either. The problem is that they’re also inseparable from the rest of the novel because they’re so vital for the story line.
So suffice to say that there were some elements here that I probably wouldn’t have gone with myself, but then I didn’t write it and so what can you do? Actually, it’s a pretty good example of the kind of book that I want to write, although I think I would have thrown a little more humour in to try to offset the bleakness of the climate change stuff.
All in all, I really enjoyed this one and it’s definitely in my top five James Herberts. It might even be a contender for the top three, but only if I get rid of The Others, which was also great. In fact, I’m going to have to think about this. There’s just so much great Herbert.