Long timer reader, first time Cussler.
Yes, despite having read hundreds and hundreds of books, up until a few weeks ago I had never read anything written by Clive Cussler. I figured the best place to start was with the first Dirk Pitt book and so I found myself in a Pacific Vortex.
Straightaway I was reminded of the Biggles and James Bond books I used to read as a child; the hero who has seen it all, done it all, and has a knack for getting things done. Honestly though, Dirk Pitt does not even come close to Biggles or Bond, it’s so obvious that Cussler was striving to emulate Bond (the movie version of Bond at least) that at times I was rolling my eyes at the “luck” that came his way.
I’m not sure if deus ex machina is the right term here, but there were so many coincidences needed for this book to unfold that is was verging on fantasy. Even the event that kicks things off was a massive okaaaaaaay moment: Pitt just happens to be on a certain secluded beach on a Hawaiian Island, and just happens to notice an item floating offshore. He just happens to be able to identify it, and it just happens to be addressed to someone on a navy base within driving distance, and Pitt just happens to know who that person is.
So yeah, that’s how a lot of the book goes. It was a fun read, but nothing more than shallow in depth – the kind of book you might take on holiday to read by the pool, not the kind of book that will change your life.