Dirk Pitt responds to a call of distress and finds himself coping with a modern Greek goddess in a red bikini, a vast drug-smuggling ring, a still-active Nazi criminal, and a perilous undersea labyrinth. Read by Bruce Greenwood. Book available.
On an isolated Greek island, a World War I fighter plane attacks a modern U.S. Air Force base...a mysterious saboteur preys on an American scientific expedition...and Dirk plays a deadly game of hunter and hunted with the elusive head of an international smuggling ring.
Dirk Pitt, intrepid hero of Clive Cussler's smash bestsellers Dragon, Sahara, and Inca Gold, is hot on the trail of a mammoth drug conspiracy controlled by a missing Nazi war criminal. On land and in the depths of the Aegean, Pitt troubleshoots his way through desperate adventures!
However, while I won't comment on the literary merits of Pacific Vortex (think an utterly dumbed down James Bond - and that's really dumb), it was supremely advanced over the stilted dialog and so-called machismo of the Mediterranean Caper. In fact, I wasn't even able to get past 35 pages of this truly awful example of writing.
And why is that, you ask?
Let's look at the following text taken from the book. To put you in the scene our 'hero' Dirk Pitt has gone down to the beach one early morning. While there a beautiful young woman stumbles across him. Naturally they talk and she reveals how her beloved husband was killed in a car crash eight and a half years previously:
<and let's now read the literary brilliance of Clive Cussler:>
'It's been eight and a half years now,' she replied in a whisper.
Pitt felt dazed. Then anger set in. What a waste, he thought. What a rotten waste for a beautiful woman like her to grieve over a dead man for nearly nine years. The more he thought about it the angrier he became. He could see tears welling in her eyes as she lost herself in the remembrance, and the sight sickened him. He reached over and gave her a hard backhand slap across the face.
Her eyes jerked wide, and her whole body tensed from the sharp blow. It was as if she was struck by a bullet. 'Why did you strike me?' she gasped.
'Because you needed it, needed it badly,' he snapped.