This review opens with a question: What on earth happened to the editor? If I didn't already know that this author has actually quite an impressive bibliography, "Underneath" would have led me to believe that he was not quite ready for prime time, and working with a decent editor could have helped clean up all the amateur mistakes. But in this day and age of hastily written fan-fiction and shoddy publication practices, anything can show up as an e-book on your Kindle or as a paperback on your shelf.
"Underneath" by Robbie Dorman is a kind of homage to "The Thing." A woman is hired as a medic for a scientific team drilling for "particles" deep in the ancient ice of Antarctica. She hoped for a short season of light work, heavy pay, and perhaps even heavier petting with an ex-lover who is also working at the base. But she finds much more than she bargained for.
In just the first quarter of the book, we are met with multiple glaring novice mistakes. Dorman opens the book with an unclear pronoun reference, then leads into three consecutive dialogue exchanges between the protagonist and different characters that are all variations of the exact same conversation. You'll see this kind of repetition throughout the book, and it is not deja vu. Talk about filler! He then switches perspective from the third-person voice to first-person, and it was clear this was not an artistic choice but entirely accidental. Similarly, he has a character say "worst" instead of "worse," again clearly unintentionally.
Then there are signs of the author's limited experience that go beyond the mechanics of writing. The overall cadence of his prose his choppy and childlike, as if I were reading the product of a senior high school creative writing class or a very talented 13-year-old. But Robbie Dorman is an adult that I assume is writing for adults, so there was a serious disconnect for me here. I was expecting thoughtful scifi/horror/weird fiction about the discovery of a spark that may have influenced the evolution of homo sapiens, thus I anticipated something more on the level of Michael Crichton. Instead, everything felt flat, generic, and cliched despite the sensational subject. The dialogue between characters wouldn't even be interesting to preteens. We have incessant poker banter, with everyone teasing each other when they lose. "'Ha, you suck!' 'No, YOU suck, har har har...'" It goes on and on. And we have possibly the least titillating flirtation I've ever encountered.
When Dorman adds color to his characters, he does so without much care or attention to detail, and his characters don't benefit much from being enriched by his development. For example, our hero's name is Mary, which is about as generic as her personality, but fits in perfectly with the rest of the characters like Jane, Jim, Bill, Bart, and Mike. Sounds like the cast to a 1970s sitcom. It is sloppily implied that she served previously as a Marine medic in active combat, though that is not actually a thing, since medics are considered a function of the Navy while the Marine corpsmen are the ones expected to assist the wounded on the field. I suppose she could have been a corpsman that later trained as a civilian to a certified medical provider, but the author doesn't bother with these details, leaving the reader with the impression that the author knows nothing of what he speaks and won't take the time to research material for his own book. Mary is also not very big into religion. We know this because we have an unnecessary reminiscence about her experiences as a child. Her dad used to complain that churches who passed a collection basket were fooling the congregation, because God didn't need money. It would have been funny if he had Mary pat him on the head and say, "No, Daddy dearest, the church is fooling no one except you--everyone else who isn't seven understands the money is for an operational fund, not God." But the book remains humorless. The author also says that Mary had a cringy experience while attending a charismatic celebration. Whenever amateurs try to criticize religion, they use the tired cliches of evangelicals convulsing hysterically and speaking in tongues. Now, I've heard my share of "tongues" being spoken in liturgy, namely Latin or Old Church Slavonic, but I and most people have never seen anyone at a service screaming towards the heavens shouting nonsense like "Kalimar!" Again, this kind of thing just smacks of immaturity.
And then we have Dr. Schuller, who is obviously set up to be the bad guy from the first we meet him, with his altered psychological profile in the medic files and intense obsession over his research. We really don't know much about his past that led him to respond the way he does to the situation in the Antarctic, what makes him vulnerable to madness, what makes him tick. Therefore, he is not a sympathetic antagonist, which is the best kind. Don't expect complexity in this novel.
But Robbie Dorman doesn't really care about these things. What he knows best is video games and horror movies. As a horror/sci-fi nerd and gamer myself, I consider Dorman paisano. So putting aside the careless editing and amateur prose, let's talk about what we really came here for--the horror of it all! Does Dorman's "Underneath" measure up to it's competitors in the genre?
Well, no. You have to wait until you are almost three quarters into the book for any real suspense or scares to kick in. Then it gets quite brutal for about three chapters, and that's it. The scares didn't connect at all with the actual main plot involving the "spark of evolution." In fact, this could easily have been purely a psychological horror about a scientist whose personality disorder starts to take center stage after a failed expedition and months of isolation in a cold wasteland. The novel didn't need the "supranatural" element at all. It was as if the author had just read Greg Bear and got a "spark" of inspiration for a science fiction story set in the Antarctic like one of his favorite movies (and mine), "The Thing." But he doesn't put any further effort into his scifi idea and merely falls back on a semi-slasher formula in the end. What a let down.
So what we have here is a whole lot of filler that seemed to be geared at a very young audience, which suddenly goes batshit crazy with mildly extreme gore, violence, and torture for a brief period of time. What was the target readership? It was too juvenile and light on scares for most adults, but too violent and repetitive for younger readers.
Overall, this was a huge disappointment, though not quite bad enough to warrant a one star rating. I know that taste is variable, but this is one of the few times I'm going to completely contradict my Goodreads friends who enjoyed this book--I truly found no four and five star material that you would be missing here.
If you've read "Underneath" and think I'm missing something or perhaps read the wrong book, let me know in the comments below. In the meantime...
SCORE: One and a half particles, rounded to two.