I am refering back to the post above regarding RIVER OF DEATH and the differences between the US Fawcett paperback edition and the UK hardback. Well, I managed to obtain a UK paperback copy a month or so ago and spent some of this morning going back over the text alterations. The UK paperback is exactly the same as the UK hardback. This suggests the alterations were made specifically for the American audience, although I am struggling to understand why these alterations have been made as they lend nothing extra to the narrative, in fact they frequently worsen the prose. Perhaps American readers couldn't understand the word 'dark' and needed 'black' to clarify, for instance, but I find that explanation condescending and unlikely. I have a suspicion they may be MacLean's own alterations, and possibly only for the Fawcett edition as it did not appear until 1983, a full year after River of Death was published in a soft cover in the UK. Of course, I can't tell for certain without seeing a US hardback copy.
A nice series of covers including, I think, a Spanish copy. The original Fontana wrap-around paperback [bottom right] is quite good.
Although I am not reading Alistair MacLean’s novels in order, there is something depressingly familiar about Ice Station Zebra which makes it a slightly disappointing entry into his canon.
The early sections of the novel outline the premise of the story: Dr John Carpenter is assigned to the USS Dolphin, a nuclear submarine, to attempt a reach at Drift Ice Station Zebra on the Arctic wastelands. The station has been sending SOS messages regarding a disastrous fire and the crew need rescuing. Carpenter’s mission however is completely different to that he tells the sub’s commander, Swanson. Different three times, in fact, as Carpenter alters his story – and his name – in a piece-meal fashion depending on how it suits his circumstances. The circumstances of everyone else, including a submarine crew, don’t even come into it. And of course, like many MacLean heroes, Carpenter has an unspoken and compromising affiliation to the Drift Station team, one which would make him totally unsuitable for the task ahead of him.
As the novel progresses and incident follows incident, I became aware that MacLean was reworkings elements of Night Without End, and that he would rework these again when scripting Athabasca: journeys through Arctic terrain, the fear and dread of death in the frozen north, the sudden unexpected occurrences threatening life and limb, a small abandoned hut containing all suspects, a hidden agenda for one or more of the cast. While there are taut and tense descriptions, the novel is written in an episodic fashion which dilutes the suspense.
This isn’t to say Ice Station Zebra is a bad novel. It isn’t; at times it is very good. The author’s description of the makeshift morgue at Station Zebra was brilliant. So too a vivid and harrowing account of death by asphyxiation aboard the stricken submarine. But florid description doesn’t help the telling and Ice Station Zebra misses some clarity of thought, chiefly from the first person narrator. The protagonist basically provides only the narrative he wants us to hear, or read, and is at pains to miss out acres of information regarding action that we either have not seen [because the narrator never saw it], cannot see [because it happened before the narrator arrived] or will not see [because the narrator deems it unnecessary to tell anyone]. This includes never fully telling Commander Swanson the purpose of his posting on the Dolphin. Oh, sure, Carpenter has a letter of authority, but nobody – including Swanson – adequately believes it and you’d think, for such an important mission he just might be told. All the explanations in the world, or on the page, as it were, cannot convince me the captain of a navy ship would not be informed of the danger and importance of his sortie. In John Sturges’s fine movie adaptation, the script writers cleared this up in a few clipped sentences with chain-of-command orders, MacLean prefers to have Carpenter several times wave the ‘letter of authority’ card – or letter, I guess – in Swanson’s face. It makes the chemistry between the two men utterly unbelievable. There is no way the captain of a navy vessel would cede authority to a civilian. It simply doesn’t happen. MacLean, as an ex-navy serviceman knows this, so it is surprising he allows his characters to behave so out of, well, character.
Clues and red herrings for the operation at hand persist in the manner they may for a detective novel. Fulfilling the Agatha Christie style ‘blink-and-you-miss-it’ prose, MacLean induces a final chapter of relentless monologue where all the signs are explained and all the culprits revealed. The problem is, we haven’t seen half the clues and even Carpenter, in his explanations, stresses that his ideas are only suppositions: “they must have… they probably… unseen by anybody…” Every solution is simply too convenient. It is only now, in the final few pages, that Maclean bothers to tell us why Carpenter's MI6 employers are so desperate to reach Ice Station Zebra. It is because a Soviet spy satellite, Samos III, has gone rogue and crashed into the Arctic ice cap, conveniently near the Drift Station. This might be too much of a coincidence, until you learn that the Russians had known Samos III was out of control far enough ahead of time to infiltrate the Drift Station crew. That isn’t simply a coincidence, it is a manipulated occurrence that could in no way have been successful: even re-entering from a proposed orbit Samos III could have landed anywhere within hundreds of miles of the Drift Station, it was mighty fortuitous the satellite landed close to the enclave. Carpenter’s longwinded explanation of Samos III is another of those moments when you just wish Maclean had included this detail at an earlier point, when Carpenter and Swanson discuss the mission perhaps. It would certainly stop these eyebrows raising. Plotwise, there is no need to disguise this fact. Had Carpenter acknowledged the mission’s target, the stakes would be raised for the crew and for the reader, as it is, all the sabotage, desperate crawls through sub-zero temperatures, murders and intrigue eventually feel almost entirely superfluous as to why the Dolphin is heading under the Arctic ice.
Okay, the action is readable and some sections are very fine, but the plotting is abysmal and the half-hidden conjecture makes for a heavy handed ending. There is nothing very new here, even for an early-ish MacLean, and the book lacks gravitas and emotion. The characters are a tough, hardy lot who endure much hardship and overcome all the odds with a flickering grimace of emotion and a few timely punches and gunshots.
To be brutal, as I was with The Guns of Navarone, Ice Station Zebra is better structured as a cinematic outing than it is on the page. The novel is a good read, for most of the way, but falters badly at the end and is neither believable nor particularly empathetic.
It's amusing that one of the covers says "author of The Guns Of Navarone" which is fair enough (one of his best-known) while another says "author of The Golden Gate" which is one of his poorest.
I haven't read Zebra for years, but as frequently happens I'm now wanting to read it again. I remember it being exciting but not making much sense if you stopped to think about it- as so often with this author.
.... and I have just finished rereading "Zebra". Loved it again, it's a fast and (of course) highly improbable tale told by a very unreliable narrator which as Chris has said above is a trademark of this author. It's still one of the good ones, before his talent fell into a whisky bottle, and I prefer it to the film (which I also like).
The second Alistair MacLean novel written under his short-lived pseudonym Ian Stuart features a typically hard-boiled, physically scarred and too intelligent for his own suppositions hero chasing a stolen vial of a deadly biological weapon. The basic premise is very good, touching as it does on Ian Fleming’s similar notions for On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. You wonder, in fact, if Fleming hadn’t read it, pinched and refined the plot ideas for his own 1963 opus.
Here the British medical research establishment at Mordon hides a top secret military facility that perfects articles for chemical, biological and germ warfare. Mordon is a fictional rehash of the very real Porton Down. A group of flawed scientists working in Mordon’s Laboratory A have developed a lethal concentrated strain of an airborne pathogen – cryptically referred to as the Satan Bug – and a cache of the apocalyptic weapon has been stolen. The police, under the direction of a secret service head known as the General, recruit Pierre Cavell, who [handily] was once the security chief at Mordon. Cavell turns out to be remarkably capable of investigation, interrogation and, when it counts, intimidation and violence. He’s as blunt and distasteful a hero as you can get. MacLean even has the man sport a vicious facial scar, so he’s as unattractive as he is unpleasant. Cavell has just twenty four hours to uncover the culprit and return the viruses. Things do not quite go according to plan, despite Cavell having the knack of foresight and insight into his antagonist’s movements. This useful skill becomes so prevalent it becomes virtually unbelievable.
So, let’s discuss what is good about the novel.
The biological weapons angle is great. So are the final two chapters which pound along with some of the drama and intensity I recognise in MacLean’s best work. The title.
There.
Now the bad.
MacLean employs a first person narrator and as a storyteller Cavell is the dullest hero you could possibly encounter. He lacks even a modicum of florid language among his tremendously longwinded explanations and descriptions. The exercise is just too long and dull, all those talks by firesides in cottages, drives to and from London or Paris, in-depth detail about security measures, a whole gamut of clues we neither learn of [from Cavell] nor are party to [because Cavell as a narrator – read Maclean as writer – doesn’t tell us]. Worse is the constant relating of information via Cavell’s mouthpiece and his seemingly bottomless supply of important personal details regarding his suspects. I became less interested in the mystery of the break-in than the mystery of how Cavell could piece together the convoluted events and complicated personalities from such small and scanty clues. A clod of earth? A left handed pair of shears? A missing dot above the ‘I’ on a letter head? The identity and history of the villain? The list of Cavell’s revelations is long and, for the first time, MacLean offers a chapter during which his hero summaries all the solutions and where they take us in a monologue of excruciating tedium.
What rankles is that all the incidents Cavell TELLS US about are excellent scenarios and would have been far better revealed had MacLean deemed to SHOW US. The Satan Bug is overloaded with dialogue, much of it covering the same ground, and while dialogue moves narratives forward, in a thriller it can also drag proceedings to a standstill through lack of animation. That is what happens here. By the time MacLean shakes off his shackles for the exciting climax, I was worn out by Cavell’s almost non-stop heavy handed chatter. I am a fast reader, but I spent a whole week digesting this slow moving drama.
Sadly, not only has MacLean pumped his novel full of dozens of red herrings which need both revealing, then debunking, before the actual prescribed events unfold – a tiresome repetitive technique which is exhausting to this reader – but he doesn’t even have the strength of his convictions and alters the villain’s motivations at the last moment. Any thoughts I had that the bad Dr Gregori was an insane multinational terrorist competing with Blofeld and SPECTRE to be the world’s greatest and most dastardly super-nemesis were sadly dashed. He’s just a mobster, this time with a chemistry degree. How disappointing is that?
They made a film of this, and I sense the cinematic potential, but the novel is only partway worthwhile and that part comes too late to make me consider The Satan Bug anything but a failure. Like his other Ian Stuart novel The Dark Crusader, MacLean seems to want his hero to inhabit a world familiar to us from James Bond; in fact the two adventures seem to pre-empt the Bond movies in their fantastical elements and certainly compete well against Fleming’s latter-day world endangering schemes. Unfortunately, neither book is succinct enough to challenge The Master, chiefly because MacLean’s method of utilising a first person narrator to both inform and disguise, often without corroborative witnessed evidence, makes the stories and the heroes unbelievable. While readers enjoy surprises, they also enjoy first-hand details and too often MacLean prefers second-hand reportage. I don’t want to read a ‘report’ of the goings on at Mordon, I want to read about what happened and the people it happened to and how, from the break-in, to the murders, the kidnappings, the bribery, the investigations, the chase, the fight, the denouement. This one-note, one-voice style of storytelling just doesn’t work.
Without going into a detailed review such as the above, I feel I must defend this book a little. I've read it twice and enjoyed it, both times being swept up in the pace of the story. Yes, there's an element of us being told rather shown details but that’s because the author has decided to go first person rather than third which has disadvantages as well as advantages for his style of writing.
I felt there were good characters and an excellent premise. It's not among his best but it's streets ahead of anything from "The Way Yo Dusty Death" onwards. *
The film is faithful in some parts but diverges wildly from the book in others - some would say that’s a good thing! - most obviously in changing the setting to USA and most or all of the character names. Richard Basehart stands out among the cast.
* I might have said "Caravan To Vaccares" but didn't want to get sidetracked.
* I might have said "Caravan To Vaccares" but didn't want to get sidetracked.
Probably a good idea @Barbel - our opinions differ tremendously over that one too ! Reading through all the novels, and not in any particular order, it is amazing to find IMO MacLean's writing quality going up and down throughout his career, big peaks and troughs, minor peaks and big troughs. He simply isn't consistent and that's a real problem when assessing his work as a whole. Also when reading reviews online, people's opinions - like ours - diverge tremendously. He seems to be quite divisive critically too, other than I suppose where it counts which is in the number of books sold.
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It's perhaps the best of his very late period novels but that isn't high praise.
https://www.ajb007.co.uk/discussion/comment/1067334#Comment_1067334
I am refering back to the post above regarding RIVER OF DEATH and the differences between the US Fawcett paperback edition and the UK hardback. Well, I managed to obtain a UK paperback copy a month or so ago and spent some of this morning going back over the text alterations. The UK paperback is exactly the same as the UK hardback. This suggests the alterations were made specifically for the American audience, although I am struggling to understand why these alterations have been made as they lend nothing extra to the narrative, in fact they frequently worsen the prose. Perhaps American readers couldn't understand the word 'dark' and needed 'black' to clarify, for instance, but I find that explanation condescending and unlikely. I have a suspicion they may be MacLean's own alterations, and possibly only for the Fawcett edition as it did not appear until 1983, a full year after River of Death was published in a soft cover in the UK. Of course, I can't tell for certain without seeing a US hardback copy.
ICE STATION ZEBRA
1963
A nice series of covers including, I think, a Spanish copy. The original Fontana wrap-around paperback [bottom right] is quite good.
Although I am not reading Alistair MacLean’s novels in order, there is something depressingly familiar about Ice Station Zebra which makes it a slightly disappointing entry into his canon.
The early sections of the novel outline the premise of the story: Dr John Carpenter is assigned to the USS Dolphin, a nuclear submarine, to attempt a reach at Drift Ice Station Zebra on the Arctic wastelands. The station has been sending SOS messages regarding a disastrous fire and the crew need rescuing. Carpenter’s mission however is completely different to that he tells the sub’s commander, Swanson. Different three times, in fact, as Carpenter alters his story – and his name – in a piece-meal fashion depending on how it suits his circumstances. The circumstances of everyone else, including a submarine crew, don’t even come into it. And of course, like many MacLean heroes, Carpenter has an unspoken and compromising affiliation to the Drift Station team, one which would make him totally unsuitable for the task ahead of him.
As the novel progresses and incident follows incident, I became aware that MacLean was reworkings elements of Night Without End, and that he would rework these again when scripting Athabasca: journeys through Arctic terrain, the fear and dread of death in the frozen north, the sudden unexpected occurrences threatening life and limb, a small abandoned hut containing all suspects, a hidden agenda for one or more of the cast. While there are taut and tense descriptions, the novel is written in an episodic fashion which dilutes the suspense.
This isn’t to say Ice Station Zebra is a bad novel. It isn’t; at times it is very good. The author’s description of the makeshift morgue at Station Zebra was brilliant. So too a vivid and harrowing account of death by asphyxiation aboard the stricken submarine. But florid description doesn’t help the telling and Ice Station Zebra misses some clarity of thought, chiefly from the first person narrator. The protagonist basically provides only the narrative he wants us to hear, or read, and is at pains to miss out acres of information regarding action that we either have not seen [because the narrator never saw it], cannot see [because it happened before the narrator arrived] or will not see [because the narrator deems it unnecessary to tell anyone]. This includes never fully telling Commander Swanson the purpose of his posting on the Dolphin. Oh, sure, Carpenter has a letter of authority, but nobody – including Swanson – adequately believes it and you’d think, for such an important mission he just might be told. All the explanations in the world, or on the page, as it were, cannot convince me the captain of a navy ship would not be informed of the danger and importance of his sortie. In John Sturges’s fine movie adaptation, the script writers cleared this up in a few clipped sentences with chain-of-command orders, MacLean prefers to have Carpenter several times wave the ‘letter of authority’ card – or letter, I guess – in Swanson’s face. It makes the chemistry between the two men utterly unbelievable. There is no way the captain of a navy vessel would cede authority to a civilian. It simply doesn’t happen. MacLean, as an ex-navy serviceman knows this, so it is surprising he allows his characters to behave so out of, well, character.
Clues and red herrings for the operation at hand persist in the manner they may for a detective novel. Fulfilling the Agatha Christie style ‘blink-and-you-miss-it’ prose, MacLean induces a final chapter of relentless monologue where all the signs are explained and all the culprits revealed. The problem is, we haven’t seen half the clues and even Carpenter, in his explanations, stresses that his ideas are only suppositions: “they must have… they probably… unseen by anybody…” Every solution is simply too convenient. It is only now, in the final few pages, that Maclean bothers to tell us why Carpenter's MI6 employers are so desperate to reach Ice Station Zebra. It is because a Soviet spy satellite, Samos III, has gone rogue and crashed into the Arctic ice cap, conveniently near the Drift Station. This might be too much of a coincidence, until you learn that the Russians had known Samos III was out of control far enough ahead of time to infiltrate the Drift Station crew. That isn’t simply a coincidence, it is a manipulated occurrence that could in no way have been successful: even re-entering from a proposed orbit Samos III could have landed anywhere within hundreds of miles of the Drift Station, it was mighty fortuitous the satellite landed close to the enclave. Carpenter’s longwinded explanation of Samos III is another of those moments when you just wish Maclean had included this detail at an earlier point, when Carpenter and Swanson discuss the mission perhaps. It would certainly stop these eyebrows raising. Plotwise, there is no need to disguise this fact. Had Carpenter acknowledged the mission’s target, the stakes would be raised for the crew and for the reader, as it is, all the sabotage, desperate crawls through sub-zero temperatures, murders and intrigue eventually feel almost entirely superfluous as to why the Dolphin is heading under the Arctic ice.
Okay, the action is readable and some sections are very fine, but the plotting is abysmal and the half-hidden conjecture makes for a heavy handed ending. There is nothing very new here, even for an early-ish MacLean, and the book lacks gravitas and emotion. The characters are a tough, hardy lot who endure much hardship and overcome all the odds with a flickering grimace of emotion and a few timely punches and gunshots.
To be brutal, as I was with The Guns of Navarone, Ice Station Zebra is better structured as a cinematic outing than it is on the page. The novel is a good read, for most of the way, but falters badly at the end and is neither believable nor particularly empathetic.
It's amusing that one of the covers says "author of The Guns Of Navarone" which is fair enough (one of his best-known) while another says "author of The Golden Gate" which is one of his poorest.
Golden Gate may have been his latest novel at that point, it’s the only reason I can think of.
Sounds right.
I haven't read Zebra for years, but as frequently happens I'm now wanting to read it again. I remember it being exciting but not making much sense if you stopped to think about it- as so often with this author.
And the film version also eliminates a vast number of the book's plot inconsistencies.
I like both book and film. The film was a favourite of my father’s, so always holds a special place for me.
.... and I have just finished rereading "Zebra". Loved it again, it's a fast and (of course) highly improbable tale told by a very unreliable narrator which as Chris has said above is a trademark of this author. It's still one of the good ones, before his talent fell into a whisky bottle, and I prefer it to the film (which I also like).
I am pleased to be reinvigorating long lost interest @Barbel although I sense you won't be digging into Floodgate or Santorini any time soon.
THE SATAN BUG
1962
The second Alistair MacLean novel written under his short-lived pseudonym Ian Stuart features a typically hard-boiled, physically scarred and too intelligent for his own suppositions hero chasing a stolen vial of a deadly biological weapon. The basic premise is very good, touching as it does on Ian Fleming’s similar notions for On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. You wonder, in fact, if Fleming hadn’t read it, pinched and refined the plot ideas for his own 1963 opus.
Here the British medical research establishment at Mordon hides a top secret military facility that perfects articles for chemical, biological and germ warfare. Mordon is a fictional rehash of the very real Porton Down. A group of flawed scientists working in Mordon’s Laboratory A have developed a lethal concentrated strain of an airborne pathogen – cryptically referred to as the Satan Bug – and a cache of the apocalyptic weapon has been stolen. The police, under the direction of a secret service head known as the General, recruit Pierre Cavell, who [handily] was once the security chief at Mordon. Cavell turns out to be remarkably capable of investigation, interrogation and, when it counts, intimidation and violence. He’s as blunt and distasteful a hero as you can get. MacLean even has the man sport a vicious facial scar, so he’s as unattractive as he is unpleasant. Cavell has just twenty four hours to uncover the culprit and return the viruses. Things do not quite go according to plan, despite Cavell having the knack of foresight and insight into his antagonist’s movements. This useful skill becomes so prevalent it becomes virtually unbelievable.
So, let’s discuss what is good about the novel.
The biological weapons angle is great. So are the final two chapters which pound along with some of the drama and intensity I recognise in MacLean’s best work. The title.
There.
Now the bad.
MacLean employs a first person narrator and as a storyteller Cavell is the dullest hero you could possibly encounter. He lacks even a modicum of florid language among his tremendously longwinded explanations and descriptions. The exercise is just too long and dull, all those talks by firesides in cottages, drives to and from London or Paris, in-depth detail about security measures, a whole gamut of clues we neither learn of [from Cavell] nor are party to [because Cavell as a narrator – read Maclean as writer – doesn’t tell us]. Worse is the constant relating of information via Cavell’s mouthpiece and his seemingly bottomless supply of important personal details regarding his suspects. I became less interested in the mystery of the break-in than the mystery of how Cavell could piece together the convoluted events and complicated personalities from such small and scanty clues. A clod of earth? A left handed pair of shears? A missing dot above the ‘I’ on a letter head? The identity and history of the villain? The list of Cavell’s revelations is long and, for the first time, MacLean offers a chapter during which his hero summaries all the solutions and where they take us in a monologue of excruciating tedium.
What rankles is that all the incidents Cavell TELLS US about are excellent scenarios and would have been far better revealed had MacLean deemed to SHOW US. The Satan Bug is overloaded with dialogue, much of it covering the same ground, and while dialogue moves narratives forward, in a thriller it can also drag proceedings to a standstill through lack of animation. That is what happens here. By the time MacLean shakes off his shackles for the exciting climax, I was worn out by Cavell’s almost non-stop heavy handed chatter. I am a fast reader, but I spent a whole week digesting this slow moving drama.
Sadly, not only has MacLean pumped his novel full of dozens of red herrings which need both revealing, then debunking, before the actual prescribed events unfold – a tiresome repetitive technique which is exhausting to this reader – but he doesn’t even have the strength of his convictions and alters the villain’s motivations at the last moment. Any thoughts I had that the bad Dr Gregori was an insane multinational terrorist competing with Blofeld and SPECTRE to be the world’s greatest and most dastardly super-nemesis were sadly dashed. He’s just a mobster, this time with a chemistry degree. How disappointing is that?
They made a film of this, and I sense the cinematic potential, but the novel is only partway worthwhile and that part comes too late to make me consider The Satan Bug anything but a failure. Like his other Ian Stuart novel The Dark Crusader, MacLean seems to want his hero to inhabit a world familiar to us from James Bond; in fact the two adventures seem to pre-empt the Bond movies in their fantastical elements and certainly compete well against Fleming’s latter-day world endangering schemes. Unfortunately, neither book is succinct enough to challenge The Master, chiefly because MacLean’s method of utilising a first person narrator to both inform and disguise, often without corroborative witnessed evidence, makes the stories and the heroes unbelievable. While readers enjoy surprises, they also enjoy first-hand details and too often MacLean prefers second-hand reportage. I don’t want to read a ‘report’ of the goings on at Mordon, I want to read about what happened and the people it happened to and how, from the break-in, to the murders, the kidnappings, the bribery, the investigations, the chase, the fight, the denouement. This one-note, one-voice style of storytelling just doesn’t work.
Disappointing.
Without going into a detailed review such as the above, I feel I must defend this book a little. I've read it twice and enjoyed it, both times being swept up in the pace of the story. Yes, there's an element of us being told rather shown details but that’s because the author has decided to go first person rather than third which has disadvantages as well as advantages for his style of writing.
I felt there were good characters and an excellent premise. It's not among his best but it's streets ahead of anything from "The Way Yo Dusty Death" onwards. *
The film is faithful in some parts but diverges wildly from the book in others - some would say that’s a good thing! - most obviously in changing the setting to USA and most or all of the character names. Richard Basehart stands out among the cast.
* I might have said "Caravan To Vaccares" but didn't want to get sidetracked.
* I might have said "Caravan To Vaccares" but didn't want to get sidetracked.
Probably a good idea @Barbel - our opinions differ tremendously over that one too ! Reading through all the novels, and not in any particular order, it is amazing to find IMO MacLean's writing quality going up and down throughout his career, big peaks and troughs, minor peaks and big troughs. He simply isn't consistent and that's a real problem when assessing his work as a whole. Also when reading reviews online, people's opinions - like ours - diverge tremendously. He seems to be quite divisive critically too, other than I suppose where it counts which is in the number of books sold.