Dick Francis is best known for his crime novels that are set in the world of British horse racing, and these books, I think, are his most successful, probably because this is the area that he knows best. He has, however, written a few other books that have little or nothing to do with horse racing and, for a variety of reasons, some of these books don't really measure up to the high standards of his others. Such is the case here, at least in my opinion.
The protagonist of this novel is Perry Stuart, a meteorologist for the BBC. As the book opens, Stuart has been floating alone for several long hours in the vast Caribbean Sea, supported only by a life jacket. He has become delusional and believes he is going to die. The reader understands, though, that Stuart cannot die because he to live to narrate the tale.
As we go back in time to begin the story, we learn that Stuart's best friend is another BBC meteorologist named Kris Ironside. Both men are thirty-one and Ironside is an amateur pilot. The two decide that they'd like nothing more than to go to the Caribbean and fly through the eye of a hurricane that is forming there. They meet up with some wealthy people in south Florida, one of whom offers to loan them a plane. So the setup is that these two, supposedly intelligent men (Stuart has a doctorate) are going to fly off into a major hurricane with an amateur pilot who has never flown into a hurricane before at the controls of a borrowed plane that the pilot has never flown before. What could possibly go wrong?
We know, of course, what's going to go wrong because we already know that Stuart has been left to die in the water. By opening the book as he does, though, Francis drains all of the tension out of what could have been a very compelling scene in which the two men fly into the hurricane. And, I'm sorry to say, there's precious little tension in this book to spare.
The setup of all this takes nearly a third of the book in which nothing much of consequence actually takes place. There's no apparent criminal activity, just a couple of guys plotting their flight plans. It eventually turns out that there's another aspect to this ill-fated flight that Ironside "accidentally" forgot to mention to Stuart, and so, after the first hundred pages or so, the plot such as it is, slowly begins to reveal itself.
It's a pretty convoluted story that makes little or no sense at all, at least to this reader. One significant problem with the story is that it lacks the malevolent, powerful, nasty villain that usually lurks at the heart of a Dick Francis novel. There's nobody very scary in this book at all.
The biggest problem with the book, though, lies in the fact that when he gets outside of his usual area of expertise, Francis apparently feels compelled to do hours upon hours of research into the subject he's writing about. There's certainly no problem with that, but as I've complained in a couple of earlier reviews, once having done all of this research Francis seems determined to get every last bit of it into the book, even if it's boring and even if it does nothing whatsoever to advance the plot.
In this case, we spend page after page after page learning about weather and about how tropical storms form. We also have to read a ton of material about radiation. If you're interested in that sort of thing, this book will be right up your alley, but if you're looking for a taut, fast-paced, scary, interesting thriller, this is not the book for you.
Were I not so ridiculously compulsive about this sort of thing, I would have abandoned this book after about fifty pages--something I never thought I would say about a Dick Francis novel. And given the average GR rating of this book, I'm clearly the exception to the rule. I'm not sure what other readers were seeing here that I missed, but sadly this one just didn't work for me at all. 2.5 stars rounded up, just because it's Dick Francis.