I have never been to Hawaii, but I really want to go. After reading Dan Simmons's "Fires of Eden", I really REALLY really want to go. It's not a nonfiction travelogue. It's a horror novel. It's one of the funniest horror novels I've ever read. And it made me want to visit Hawaii. It also made me hungry, but that's neither here nor there.
The story takes place on the Big Island, the island of Hawaii, on a mega-resort called the Mauna Pele on the Kona Coast. The owner of the resort is a sleazy super-rich dude named Byron Trumbo (clearly modeled after Donald Trump) who is trying to finalize the sale of the resort with a Japanese buyer before the press gets wind of the fact that guests keep disappearing or getting killed at an alarming rate.
Apparently, the vengeful Hawaiian male gods Kamapua'a, Pana-ewa, and a few others with way too many syllables have been summoned and are ripping the souls out of the bodies of numerous guests. They are upset at humans for destroying the land by putting up tacky hotels and golf courses.
The goddess Pele, who is not so happy about the so-called "progress" either but nevertheless protects the island, is under attack. It's up to the timid not-so-old-maid college professor Eleanor Perry, and her new friend, Cordie Stumpf, to help Pele and save the island. And the world. They're on vacation (sort of), but they've come prepared to battle demons and gods.
This is a fun and silly read from an author who, in my estimation, can do no wrong. There is a lot to enjoy in this novel, from the descriptions of the beautiful Hawaiian scenery, to the stories of Hawaiian folk tales and legends, to Simmons's break-neck suspense, to his wonderfully lovable and believable characters. There is even a parallel story involving Samuel Clemens, who visited Hawaii in 1866. If you're not a fan of Dan Simmons, this may not be his most exemplary work. It is, however, an entertaining supernatural suspense thriller-comedy (think "Ghostbusters" in Hawaii) that will take you on a mental vacation for a few hours.