(2023] I made the mistake of trying to read William Gibson’s The Peripheral to see if the show would make any sense (nope on both counts), and damn if that guy can trigger a reader’s block. His stuff sucks the reading soul out of me. When I get reader’s block, I’ll resort to rereading “comfort books” to give it a kick again. And double damn if his stuff drove me so far down that I didn’t want to read any of those! So I pulled this one out and and slowly making my way back to sanity.
This time through I observed a few other things than the past.
I looked up SS-284 and was surprised to learn that it was the Tullibee - my brother served on the second of that name. That poor WWII sub had the ignominious fame of sinking itself when its torpedo missed a target and circled around to go boom where it shouldn’t. One survivor there.
The authors mention the AGSS-555 Dolphin a couple of times. I had a Navy colleague who served on it.
An admiral, “Smitty”, is a “huge forty-seven year old Mormon”, who “neither drank nor smoked, and didn’t approve when others indulged.” And yet, Smitty was drinking “giant swallows of iced tea.” Mormons aren’t supposed to drink coffee or tea.
LCDR Frank is overly familiar with a senior - a Captain, calling him by his first name on the office. They knew each other, but didn’t seem to be best friends.
In the final paragraph, the authors mention an old, rotting, coral-encrusted hulk. The deep water corals can only survive depths of up to 10,000 feet, but the Ramapo Deep is more than 34,000 feet deep.
And the big one, which is admittedly is small: there is a lot of Navy talk in here - good Navy talk, good submarine Navy talk - and yet in one of my favorite scene memories from this book, the authors called a Navy head a … latrine. Nearly undid all that good Navy talk.
[2012] I've read three of Simpson and Burger's collaborations and enjoyed all of them. I first read this back in the 1970s. Still a good read.