My second foray into the work of "Andre" Norton. It wasn't as bad as "Secret of the Lost Race," but that isn't saying much. It's an odd mix of marine biology, voodoo, and nuclear war. Set on the (fictional?) island of San Isadore, it portrays an imagined 1970 (published in 1957). The book ends without any answers to the questions it raises. It isn't very long (189 pages). But by the end, I felt the equivalent fatigue of having read through an entire phone book.
I've concluded that she simply did not possess a gift for writing. There's no question that she was prolific, but quantity does not equal quality. Her writing has no flow to it. The necessary words are present (usually), but they're arranged haphazardly. An author should paint the scene in a reader's mind. Instead, Ms. Norton gives us a child's scribbled crayon drawing, and we can only guess what it represents.
Here's whatever this is supposed to be:
"This wasn't true, Griff assured himself. Nightmare! It had to be a nightmare! That—that thing wallowing down the streaming road, the water curling before it as it came—was nothing for any sane world to spawn. Lightning ripped across the sky, a jagged purple sword. And a monstrous head swung; fanged jaws opened and—closed! A ragged scarecrow thing mewled and squirmed and hung limp between those jaws, as the dark came down once more." Like I said, a child's scribbled crayon drawing.
Just as in "Secret of the Lost Race," I didn't know one character from another (except for the protagonist and, by extension, his father). I find the general absence of female characters in Norton's books unsettling (around two appear, but only in the capacity of extras).
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She offers no respite from the gratuitous alliteration in this one (not even the title was spared). Here's only the tiniest taste of the aforementioned alliteration:
"full fishing fleet"
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"They stole the skull of the sea serpent."
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"The sight of the stranded crawler on the cliff..."
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"Strewn along the strand after the storm..."
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"A smothered noise... It sounded suspiciously like a snort."
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"... greenish glow gathered..."
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And my "favorite":
"... the fire at their feet. But the flames died before dawn... and the waves brought in the bodies... —lying limp for the tearing claws of the shore crabs, who were not as nice as the birds had been and devoured the dead eagerly."
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She overuses various words like "lurk," "gloom," "murk," "aloft," etc. The word "crevice," while relevant to the story, is needlessly repeated at least fifteen times. She also used "itself" too much. Surprisingly, there are only two instances of "[Insert character] wanted to know" after a question is asked. I noticed she made heavy use of "now and then/again" in her writing, but it doesn't offend me as much as "here and there."
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Uses of "here and there": 5
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Typos:
"But whey they were attacked..." (when)
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"insead" (instead)
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"... the tart scent of stewed tomatores..." (Ha ha ha... tomatoes...)
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On one occasion, "then" is used in place of "than."
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4/10