What the hell was going on in what was supposed to be one of the most uneventful sectors of the planet?
Ah leave it to Hunter Shea to come up with a story so unexpectedly bizarre that no one could ever guess what they were in for! In fact, I'm almost tempted NOT to leave a review for "Antarctic Ice Beasts", the latest from his fantastic collection that I've added to my shelves. This just to keep from inadvertently - or even advertently - spoiling even the most minor of plot points because trust me, the surprises are the best part by far! Think you can figure it out from the title? Nope. Think you can figure it out from the cover (with a tip of the cap to the poor photographer that had to capture that view)? Sorry. I guess then you'll just have to read it like the rest of us!
Rational people with stable lives would never entertain a winter on the Pole.
However, you might be pleased to know - or in my case, a little sad that this one went by so quickly - that, um, this book reads extremely quickly. Yeah, ok, bit redundant that but I think I've made my point. And like Shea has done with several other novellas or near novels in his body of work that I've read, he gets right to the action and begins the process of linking the readers with his major players without unnecessary delay. That doesn't mean we get the full "dosage" of exposition for everyone in one convenient lump, no. In fact, we're almost at the end of the story before we know all we should about everyone involved! But the way that it all evolves alongside the mystery itself is extremely well balanced!
There was no comfort to be given here. There was no saving grace.
I especially like how "AIB" started off so benignly. Or at very least as far as it could be considering we get to meet seven poor souls who are spending the dark winter months in Antartica minding the shop as it were. Still, the tension is ramped up with almost every page, particularly as "earthquakes" are shaking along with storming move in threatening pounding winds and temperatures down to MINUS 115° (Fahrenheit or Celsius, that's cold!). This along with previous events at other stations coming to light should be enough to convince anyone of the terror just waiting to pounce. It's no wonder then that a large portion of the team begin showing the signs of the expected stress almost from the start, even though obviously they have as little knowledge about what is getting ready to happen as we do!
Thank God for pills and porn.
I was also quite taken with the fact that the on-going - oh how to put this? - weirdness is doled out in degrees (ooo, another temperature reference!). To put it vaguely, I thought it was a plus that we're not confronted with the entire Hieronymus Bosch triptych from the start. But each progressive step takes us further and further into what can - and will eventually seem to be a living nightmare. Yes, it's at about this time that I think a lot of readers are trying to come up with good modern cultural comparisons; for example, that this story resembles a blend of John Carpenter's "The Thing" with one of the films Shea himself mentions (my own preference being "Journey to the Center of the Earth"). Or perhaps in retrospect, none of these wind up applying. I'll let you make the call!
They wouldn’t have long to panic…or suffer. They’d be dead soon enough.
In terms then of the total WTF-factor of this story, I'd really compare it to the level of shock and dismay I felt with Shea's "The Dover Demon" which even some months later still has me shaking my head. This book truly though reaches a level of insanity that it becomes almost funny, even though it dawned on me that what was happening was no laughing matter at all. An interesting treatise about certain fantasies that we've all been exposed to at one point or another in our lives, yes, but otherwise, not terribly hilarious, no. But I'd be batty to say anything more… dammit, see what you made me do?