I’ve just finished ‘Subterranean’ by James Rollins. The characters were so thin I gave myself papercuts and it was all rather improbable – and yet I liked it. I was ready to fling it out the window by page 82 but something stayed my hand.
I think it’s called a plot.
Which is weird, really, because I wouldn’t usually persevere with a book that paid lip service to its characters. I like my books peopled with rough-edged complex characters who are forced to take the long way round to get the things they want. A plot sometimes gets them there too easily and they don’t have time to develop. Like hothouse tomatoes: they’re red but you can’t taste the SUN.
‘Subterranean’ is about a group of scientists and marines who venture under the ice at Antarctica’s Mt Erebus to find out why an earlier expedition vanished. They learn two things: that there’s a treasure trove two miles under the mountain and, more significantly, that they’re not alone. The place is swarming with nasty predatory beasts that are a cross between dinosaurs, crocodiles and huge scary kangaroos. Um, yeah. And there are albino sharks and a deadly mould. The biggest revelation, however, is the discovery of a tribe of people living far underground. If I’ve got my head around it correctly, turns out they’re related to the platypus and are mammals who lay eggs. They also happen to be a lost Australian tribe who taught the earliest Aborigines how to hunt.
Okay, I got a bit lost at this point. I just wanted the big scary kangaroo-crocs to attack some more people. That part was really cool.
But back to the paper-thin characters. There was the loose cannon Australian caver who shouted “bugger” all the time and who was very brave. There was the tough-ass single mum archeologist who was really a softie. There was a crazed Arabic terrorist with intense eyes who just wanted to blow up everything. And there was the the mystical, noble tribesman who could see into the future.
So, not a lot of surprises with the characterisation.
As I say, by page 80 or so I was ready to biff the blasted book. That’s how long it took to establish a way for the various characters to meet, engage in a bit of social jostling,and get themselves to Antarctica. But then, something happened. A big squid thing tried to take off someone’s arm – and I was hooked. Dramatic event after dramatic event unfolded, and I couldn’t stop turning the pages.
‘Subterranean’ is a triumph of plot over characters, best suited for the aeroplane, the train, the summer hammock. Nothing there that will help you grow as a person – but not half bad as a fast, light read.