New York Juan
 
Continuing my assault on the Clive Cussler novels - pretty much covering what I've read before and those that I missed, in chronological order. The next four shows Cussler hitting the right notes - at least with me.
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Raise the Titanic!
Considering this novel was published when I was just 4 years old, its amazing how it blew my mind when I got to read it some 10 years later. Raise the Titanic! was my first Cussler novel and set the bar for historical thrillers. I'm impressed how to combine the topics of oceanography, Cold War espionage, marine salvaging, Western mining and that legendary ship. I'm still probably scared of the deep sea in general, but I started to appreciate the romance and heady thrill of seafaring. Its a pity the movie adaptation was a complete piece of shit, but making a screenplay out of a Dirk Pitt book needs a lot of faithfulness to the story (they never learned with Sahara).
5/5
Does Dirk score? God bless you please, Mrs. Seagram.

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Vixen 03
Biological warfare is taken for a spin here as another stereotypical top-secret US weapon is appropriated by the inappropriate parties - in this case, a secret cabal within the white South African government (yes, kids, there was this thing called Apartheid) as a means to extend their dominance and hold over the region. It seems a bit far-fetched, but i liked the historical parts as usual - there's already the familiarity of the opening scene of something happening in the past that kickstarts future events.  There's also a Fawkes character leading the charge to blow up Washington DC (heh). This book also serves to our introduction to Congresswoman Loren Smith.
3/5
Does Dirk score? Did I mention this book introduces Congresswoman Loren Smith?

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Night Probe!
A female character (who loves the term May-December) from the previous book is a focal point in this heady adventure into finding a lost train. I liked it a lot because of the New York-centric (state, not the city) plot, and it involves several parts that would make your head spin - revolutionary Quebecois, a Canada being sold, a mysterious train robbery, and a potential showdown between the US and its colonial masters. It also introduces a new villain - Foss Gly, a Mountie-turned-mercenary who survives the events of the book to bedevil Pitt for another day. There's also a darker tone as heads of state play fast and loose with the rules to achieve their personal goals. Pitt, of course, is the linchpin of why they're even able to do so.
4/5
Does Dirk score? Apparently, the May-December character can make exceptions.
   

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Cyclops
Cubans, El Dorado, and moon wars, oh my. A hunt for lost cache of gold from the fabled Golden City turns out to be an explosive Cold War battle that suspends reality and somehow posits that Fidel Castro would do a180 degree from his Soviet sponsors and embrace the Americans. Pitt is once again put through the wringer, but by now i secretly think he's part-Wolverine - he has a low-level healing factor that keeps him chugging on. From all the seemingly disparate plotlines, Cussler manages to keep everything together, suspending for a moment that Pitt is supposed to be a mortal man, and hits his stride consistently.

4/5
Does Dirk score? In a roadside pipe ditch, of all places.

 
 
I've been a lifelong Clive Cussler fan, starting from Raise the Titanic! (made into a shitty movie in 1980) up to most his work into the 90s. When books became a lot less bang for the buck, i kind of dropped off, not to mention the man seemed to start repeating himself (was not into the non-Dirk Pitt books). An opportunity to read all his Pitt books from the beginning, including some I haven't really read yet, presented itself, so I started with the Kindle versions. I also decided to start recording my thoughts on them, and sort them according to my level of enjoyment, even decades later, when Pitt's manly man persona seemed quaint in the hipster age.
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Pacific Vortex
So this is where he actually loses his greatest love, Summer Moran, the mother of his eventual children (yes, there's some retconning involved). Their romance totally reads like a movie, devoid of development of their relationship (what can we do? she's the bad guy's daughter and Dirk's a pain in his ass). How they even find the time to make those babies, I can never understand. But anyway, the first (technically on the timeline) Pitt adventure addresses the "Bermuda Triangle" phenomena and Cussler kind of gets away with it. It also introduces us to a seamount. If I really read this first I might give it a higher rating.
3/5
Does Dirk score? Unequivocally yes ... behind the scenes.

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The Mediterranean Caper
If making a seamount inhabitable for a bunch of pirates seemed ambitious for a criminal mind to you, then having a Nazi survivor transform himself into the biggest drugrunner in the world definitely rips that envelope open. Bruno Von Till is a caricature, and Dirk Pitt now starts to use cheat codes - the man is goddamned invulnerable (more on that on the next book). The discovery of a long-lost missing species is relegated tertiary or more to the plot. The whole thing seemed too bizarre for me. Only the denouement and the talky conclusion got me relieved, because it meant the book was over.
2.5/5
Does Dirk score? Yes, with an audience.

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Iceberg
No, this is not the Titanic book, and neither is it about global epidemic from some kind of sea lettuce. It involves some kind of undersea probe, which falls into enemy hands, the enemy in this case some version of the Illuminati who wants to keep the world in order by taking over countries one at a time. The plot is a bit scattershot, and I found myself skipping explanations as to who did what. Pitt gets beaten to an inch of his life here, but apparently is some kind of mutant that he heals enough in 48 hours to dish out the same beating. This is also the first book that addresses homosexuality and transgender issues. The term "queer" definitely feels quaint as 1975.
2.5/5
Does Dirk score? No. Refuses Sandecker's secretary and The Crying Game character. A pity.


 
 
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Freedarko Presents: The Undisputed Guide To Pro Basketball History (2010 Bloomsbury)
Various Authors

that it took me more than a year to post something on this section, despite being more or less updated with the others, and with a slew of books already read during that time, says something about me. i don't know what it is. screw it. everyday of my life, reading is part of my daily life, it just doesn't have to be books.

from the fire sale that was the Borders Store closure on Wall St., i managed to come up with a few basketball books, and this is one of them. possibly in the past year, i browsed through the earlier FreeDarko tome The Macrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac, but i never got to buying it. this time, i corrected that mistake. i got both books, but got to reading this later work first.

the book is great for casual readers and perhaps NBA n00bs, but its a joy to read also for longtime fans like me. these are the articles I like to read - historical context, story angles, giving me something I didn't know before or (most likely) completely forgot. it takes me back to the pre-Internet days when I used to make sure I had this month's copy of Basketball Digest. and though i am fascinated with a Kindle, i still love the physical books (though this one's a hardbound; i had a hell of time carrying this and Bill Simmons' The Book of Basketball around).

modern fans like myself obviously would enjoy the latter chapters - the resuscitation of the NBA courtesy of Magic and Bird, the ascendancy of Michael Jordan (that time I would be watching selected games on TV where and when available - imagine my joy when I finally arrived here in the States, and all the games are on all the freakin' time!), and the last decade (where admittedly my interest waxed and waned because football cut deeply into my interest, and watching games on TV 4 or 5 times a week during the season became a luxury i couldn't afford anymore, because now i'm a workingman and free time is hard to come by). but still an interesting section is the examination of the league in its incarnation by the late '70s - where drugs and hair and just general weirdness permeated, and The Punch very nearly stereotyped the players and destroyed their livelihood - and how that and the ABA merger era ironically led to what the NBA is now, cleaned up (where necessary) and high scoring (Pat Riley's '90s Knicks/Heat and Mike Fratello's '90s Cavs teams notwithstanding).

As this was written prior to 2010, the book misses out on The Decision - imagine the authors digging up dirt on the MoHeatos! - but that may be material for the next book (surely i won't miss out on it). something to be nervous about though, as the section Ashes Beget Ashes delineates: the 1998-99 lockout had a very bad impact on the league - substandard play, ballooning player weights, generally an ugly era for the fans as well (full disclosure: as a young fan who landed on these shores right in the middle of that, i didn't give a shit then when they finally came back to the court - this is the NBA for me, good or bad). its a fair warning for next season's impending labor impasse. it may take a few years to get the league back on its feet, if this follows the previous one's footprints. it doesn't bode well that a long lockout will be during the primes of LeBron, Durant, Howard, and the new stars we've welcomed into our TV screens and in our wallets, 

the text is ably supported by Jacob Weinstein's illustrations - simple yet projecting a myriad of subtext, effectively capturing what a particular chapter was all about. my personal favorites include Dr. James Naismith as Moses coming down from the mountain with the basketball commandments; the New York Knicks spread, with Clyde, Dollar Bill, Pearl, Dave and Willis striking poses the Manhattan skyline; Charles Barkley as a Macy's Day parade balloon; and of course Jordan in his iconic 1998 Game 6 Jazz-killing stance, with the whole despondent Utah crowd replaced with the rest of the non-Chicago teams' players (also equally despondent), and Jordan's huge shadow looming above them all - a perfect symbolism for the '90s Bulls dynasty.

i hope the Almanac would be as good as this, and as enjoyable as Zander Hollander's (they never make those anymore, do they?). but i'm thinking for my next bball book to read, i'm going to go back to my hometown. Pacific Rims, you're up.

 
 
whenever i'm in a dark place, i always remind myself to open a Michael Slade thriller. i have been a fan for more than 10 years now, and i've collected nearly all of his books. nearly, because Red Snow doesn't seem to be available anywhere except Canada (probably secretly "banned" in the US because of its material).