Mr. Beck certainly threw in the kitchen sink here, but he pulls it all together in the end. Beneath the Dark Ice is one part mythology, one part Verne’s Journey to the Center of the Earth, one part Clive Cussler, one part Spiderman and all adventure. There’s a guy (albeit a pretty super-human guy), a girl (of course she’s beautiful and smart…can we EVER have a plain-Jane genius?), a monster, an underground world, and lots of death and destruction. You have to leave believability at the door on this one, but sometimes you just need an evening of pure make-believe, don’t you?
This is Beck’s first novel and it’s relatively successful for the genre, but I think in his subsequent tries, he needs to reign in the monsters a bit. I would have preferred this storyline to encompass just the fabulous geology of Antarctica, that in itself holds enough danger for most people. And maybe the action between the good guy American and the bad crazy guy Russian would have completed the picture satisfactorily.
Anyway, I really enjoyed every minute of this book because I love geology, I love mythology, I love archaeology, I love mystery, I love monsters, and I kind of like those super human cute guys too. So sue me!