More screenplay than novel!
A team of scientists is given the opportunity to study the effects of the acceleration of global warming at the foot of a rapidly retreating glacier located near Mt Fear in Alaska's Federal Wildlife Zone, the site of a mothballed but still functional military base originally used as part of the DEW line system during the height of the cold war with Russia. This particular group of eager scientists, like virtually every other scientist in today's "now" oriented, results-focused world, is starved for funding and happily accepts a grant from a local cable television network without fully considering the long strings that are attached.
Despite ominous warnings from a local Native American shaman that they are trespassing on sacred ground guarded by a very angry and very evil aboriginal god, the team presses on, eager to complete their work before the onset of the winter night and twenty-four hour darkness. When the team reports the astonishing discovery of a prehistoric mammal resembling a saber-toothed tiger found encased in a tomb of glacial ice, the scientists are horrified to face the full implications of their funding contract.
The television company sends out a full production unit headed by Emilio Conti, a legendary documentary film-maker together with a ruthless network executive who are under instructions to assume responsibility for the entombed cat. The plan is to cut the cat out of the ice, thaw it and reveal it in a live docu-drama to an enthralled world-wide television audience.
When the cat is inadvertently thawed before the cameras are ready to roll and disappears, the killings start. Of course, it isn't long before the team of scientists and the terrified film crew realize they were perhaps premature in their assumption that the frozen prehistoric cat had been dead for thousands of years. It now seems that the perfect killing machine is awake and is taking its revenge on those who would presume to trespass in its territory.
I've long been a fan of Lincoln Child, whether he was writing solo or together with his partner, Douglas Preston. But as soon as an author writes more than one book, it logically follows that there is a "best" book and a "worst" book in his bibliography. This one, unfortunately, qualifies easily as Child's weakest entry in a long string of successful thrillers. There isn't anything about this one that isn't overwritten, over-exaggerated and over the top - characters, dialogue, obsession, setting, situations ... you name it! And, with all due respect to aboriginal religious beliefs, to run away from the science and technological aspects of the novel and retreat to the literary device of using aboriginal legends as a way of simply being spooky, seemed like a major cop-out. Frankly, it seemed like that was an escape route because Child couldn't think of a better ending.
I toyed with the notion of awarding two stars but, after all was said and done, despite its weaknesses, the novel still entertained me. Not only that, I still remain a fan and will buy the next book.
There was also a segment that was absolutely breathtaking and deserves special mention on its own. If you've never heard about the steely courage of ice truckers and the perils they face as they deliver goods to far northern communities ... well, suffice it say that the segment on the 18-wheeler's trek across 200 miles of frozen Alaskan tundra was worth the price of the novel all by itself. Surely that's worth three stars at a minimum!
Paul Weiss