A classic Soviet science fiction thriller
Another classic of Radium-Age science fiction by prolific Soviet author Alexander Belyaev, this opus was well-paced and highly enjoyable while proposing some thought-provoking ideas. But there were too many elements in the plot that were annoying for me which ultimately cost this otherwise riveting adventure a couple of stars.
First, the troublesome bits. The entire premise of the novel was based on one crazy scientist managing to establish an underground base and factory with incredibly advanced technology in one of the most remote regions of Yakutia in order to suck all of the air from the earth to be converted into liquid stockpiles. Air would then become "rarified" (pun intended) and thus a hot commodity to be resold in rationed quantities. Once you've suspended your disbelief that all the air of the entire globe could be sucked up by a single funnel near the Arctic circle, you are faced with having to believe that it was possible to keep the extremely volatile condensed air stabilized via extreme refrigeration in vast caverns. The novel has people zipping up into diver suits made of extremely cold-resistant material to work with this liquid air. That's some serious technology for the 1920s! SPOILER AHEAD: one character even commits suicide in the cavern by simply unzipping the suit and immediately freezing. Considering how well my jacket zippers have worked in the past 20 years, I can only say that they just don't make 'em like they used to.
Speaking of the characters, the only likeable one in the bunch is the Yakut guide Nikola, whose cheery philosophy awkwardly conveyed through pigeon-speak is a refreshing break from the otherwise straight-laced and dour main cast. Particularly annoying is the relationship between the Engelbrechts, a father and daughter duo who work in the underground air factory for the fiendish mastermind, Mr. Bailey. Daughter has some major issues with daddy, and it is implied she has been raised to maintain the role of the "good little girl" throughout her life while secretly harboring resentment and even hatred for her father's neglect in favor of his scientific experiments. This leads to some pretty darn stupid choices by the characters in critical moments of the story, and these actions seem forced by the author towards the end when he realized he had almost finished an entire project otherwise devoid of any pathos.
The idea of private enterprise taking control of resources that do not belong to anyone (in this case, the very air we breathe) and claiming it as their property is a particularly intriguing look into how the Communist Soviet mind saw Capitalism. The elite selling back to us our right to breathe is a farcical but terrifying forecast of how far such a system could go with the right political muscle. This may be annoying to some readers, as it comes across as pure Soviet propaganda, which it is, but I still find it a fascinating glimpse into the Bolshevik world.
Another positive is that this book makes some gutsy decisions about the fates of some characters, which are surprisingly gruesome for the period in which it was written.
Overall, I recommend this book to any fan of science fiction or thrillers featuring tech-savy arch-villains. Just don't be surprised if you find it a little thin in the end.