What’s worse than giant prehistoric killer sharks? The answer, of course, is “Reality TV shows”. Seriously, nothing good ever came from watching that shit, and I say that as someone who is a “Jersey Shore” fan.
Book 3 of Steve Alten’s cheesily pulpy yet strangely addictive action/adventure series involving a megaladon named Angel, “Meg: Primal Waters”, is much like a reality show in its utter pointlessness, lack of any morally redeeming qualities, and almost mesmerizing ability to make the reader unable to put the damn book down. It’s almost as if Alten made a deal with a devil for the talent of writing un-put-down-able books in exchange for his eternal soul.
Good call, Alten.
“Primal Waters” is set more than a decade after the events of “The Trench”. Jonas and Terry Taylor are happily married with two wonderful kids, working in jobs that they love.
Okay, that’s not necessarily true. Their marriage is on the rocks, simply out of boredom and the minutiae of child-raising and adulting. Their kids are spoiled, entitled little brats who are always talking shit to their parents, and Jonas pretty much hates his boring life of constantly trying to find income to help pay bills.
An opportunity for easy money turns up when the producers of a popular reality game show called Daredevils (think “Fear Factor” meets “The Amazing Race”) asks Jonas to be an on-air consultant. In season 2 of the show, the producers are planning to take an upgraded sailing vessel onto the high seas, where they will film contestants doing crazy shit like para-sailing and swimming with sharks. What could go wrong?
Meanwhile, Terry is asked to investigate a mass of whales and sea lions beaching themselves along the west coast. Her fears are confirmed when reports of shark attacks pop up with more frequency. Angel is back, for some reason.
Unbeknownst to either of them, an unseen hand is choreographing the whole show, with thoughts of revenge against Jonas. Now, Jonas’s family and friends are in grave danger against an enemy more cunning and calculating than a prehistoric shark.
As he has demonstrated in his previous books, Alten can write a fast-paced, suspenseful-as-hell thriller. The shark attacks alone are worth the price of admission, but Alten is also good at creating exciting human drama with actual human villains. Indeed, the bad guys are usually worse than the sharks. While the villains do, at times, feel two-dimensional (think Bond villains), the action and suspense more than makes up for the shortcomings in character development. Plus, it’s pretty much a given that the villains are going to bite it in the end anyway. (or rather, get “bit”, if yaknowhatimean...)
And, of course, it’s a given that all will be peachy within the Taylor household by the end of the novel. This is, after all, deep down, a family drama... with sharks...