First the ugly facts: Unit 731 was a Japanese research and development unit during WWII. 731 experimented with human vivisection. Some experiments included removing limbs and transplanting them to other test subjects, sometimes putting them where arms were never meant to go. When the war ended, the US wanted what 731 had learned, so they gave the scientists immunity. If WWII was one long, ugly story, then 731 was one of its ugliest chapters.
Now the crazy fiction: Jeremy Robinson’s book Island 731 puts forth the horrifying idea of ‘what if the experiments never stopped?’ An uncharted island in the Pacific has not only continued the cruel work of WWII, but expanded on it, mixing human and animal at a genetic level. Essentially, it’s a modern day Island of Doctor Moreau, with monsters neither beast nor man who now call it home.
We follow a group that’s studying the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Really, a whole book could be written about the Garbage Patch and I’d read it. The stuff pisses me off. And while Robinson gives the issue of pollution a fair amount of coverage, the author’s ultimately more interested in telling a horror story.
A storm hits the ship and it’s left immobile in the lagoon of an uncharted jungle island. Someone - or something - crawls onto the ship and abducts a crewmember. The remaining crew wants to leave but they can’t abandon their friends, so they form a search party and enter the jungle.
Here they run into a series of ‘chimeras’, creatures created by mixing animals together to create something new and monstrous. And soon it becomes apparent that the facilities on the island are still in working order and someone is making these monsters…
In a lot of ways, this book is my kind of horror story. It mixes in a bit of science fiction, which I always respond to. And it’s set on an island, something I just enjoy for whatever reason.
Robinson’s prose is straightforward, which makes for a fast-paced story. The characters are likable. And the story never feels predictable. It’s a good genre mashup. There is a lot to like about the book.
But there are a couple things I didn’t like. Considering the gravity of the situation they’re in, I would say the characters are a bit too jovial during the first half of the book. Robinson makes them likable but it’s not always believable that people would be smiling or cracking wise in situations like this.
I also would have liked the book to dive into some of the science of the experiments. We never really get a good explanation of ‘how’, but to be fair that would slow things down quite a bit. Still, it’s far from Crichton territory where we would get a semi-plausible ‘what if.’
Island 731 is the literary equivalent of the creature feature and that’s just fine by me. I like these kinds of books and this is a good one. Robinson’s journey into the unknown may remind the reader of other similar adventures, but it’s still a trip worth taking.