So much time wasted on not DNFing this. And I guarantee I’ll do it again, because I am cursed with a pathological inability to abandon books, no matter how frustrating they might be. The silver lining is that, since I read all 500-something pages, I at least feel qualified to speak on the (many) issues with Jeff Long’s The Descent with authority - which I will now do.
The Descent follows four main protagonists, or groups of protagonists, in their respective capacities exploring the network of labyrinthine tunnels that comprise the subglobe - colloquially known as hell - discovered after several significant encounters with its occupants, homo hadalis. Think pop-culture-understanding of Neanderthals, but with horns; a new, heretofore unknown branch of human evolution.
In order of introduction, we have Ike, a mountaineer-turned-hadal-captive who is eventually rescued from said captivity, though still bearing the scars. We have Ali, nun and linguistics scholar whose obsession is finding the first word, the root of all language. We have Branch, who represents the US military, and little else. And finally, we have a group of scholars and theologians, who are also friends of Ali.
The first third of The Descent is slow going, introducing each of these characters and establishing their motivations. This slow-paced section is followed by a glacial one, which relays in impersonal and excruciating detail the initial steps of colonisation as the surface-dwelling humans lay claim to the occupied space beneath. A highly coordinated global counterstrike from the hadals impedes this process, but is handily fixed with a time jump, which is where we next meet our protagonists.
Ali has agreed to join private corporation Helios on a year-long expedition further underground than any have ventured yet, deep into the Earth, underneath the Pacific Ocean. Why exactly a nun was recruited for such a mission, who knows, but Helios’s next recruit, Ike, at least makes sense. His time in captivity has given him the experience and skills necessary to act as guide for the scientists and mercenaries that comprise the rest of the expedition. Note: Branch and the scholars remain above ground.
The rest of the book covers this expedition with a level of detail that I felt was actually warranted. Long’s descriptions of this world beneath the world are both captivating and authentic, and the world he’s captured as a result is alien and primal, new and ancient, beautiful and terrifying, all at once. Like the rest, the science is probably bogus, but it’s believable, immersive bogus, and, feeling that Long had gotten over his growing pains, the writing here is what motivated me to continue.
Where it fell apart was in the increasingly ridiculous plot contrivances and character motivations. Ali and Ike’s motivations are fairly simple. Ali is driven by her curiosity, Ike by his need to return to the place of his captivity; after spending so many years underground, the surface no longer feels like home, even if the people feel like family. This expedition offers him the best of both worlds.
The group of scholars, who have remained on the surface, are invested in a theological quest to ‘find Satan’. They are convinced that the geological existence of ‘hell’ (which is such a laughably religiocentric way of interpreting the discovery of what amounts to a bunch of interconnected cave systems, but okay) logically implies the existence of a historical Satan, in the way that there was probably a historical Jesus. Why, then, are they searching for him now, you might ask, when he’s presumably been dead for thousands of years, if he existed at all?
This question is eventually answered when an unrelated scientist character seemingly becomes possessed by a (previously dismembered and very much dead) hadal specimen. This freak event is immediately referred to, with no further explanation, as “clinical proof” of “the ability to transfer memory from one consciousness to another” (actual quote), aka reincarnation. So, real Satan has created a lineage of Satans, reincarnating with each death, meaning that the current leader of the hadals, whoever he might be - is Satan.
Nevermind the fact that the concurrently-unfolding expedition has shown us firsthand that the hadals are a disorganised and nomadic species who are probably not capable of the counterstrike depicted early on in The Descent, and who are certainly not ruled by one lone monarch. Nevermind the fact that this is not at all what reincarnation is, and nevermind the fact that none of this makes sense.
The Descent’s main problem is that it tries to do too much. The hadals as-presented are an impossible, anthropological mess. It’s stated that they are a separate branch of human evolution, but homo sapiens who spend extended periods of time underground, such as Ike and the colonists, quickly take on many of the same physical characteristics, including ones that would seem impossible, like horns and the ability to scale walls. The hadals are organised enough to rally for large-scale counterstrikes, but create no art or culture of their own, instead pilfering from human civilisations and squirrelling the loot away underground. The Helios expedition is fathoms deep and miles from their starting point, but characters from the remaining above-ground groups make sudden appearances in their midst, for the sake of plot convenience and big reveals.
It’s too much and not enough, and ultimately falls flat, failing to either scare me as a work of horror, or convince me as a work of speculative fiction. Also, I mistakenly believed this novel was the basis of the 2005 film of the same name, and it is not. Had I known that prior, I probably would never have read it to begin with, and unfortunately I cannot in good conscience recommend it to anyone else, either in comparison to the film or on its own merits.