The Mysterious Island and Around the World in Eighty Days were great Jules Verne reads. Both convinced me that this was a storyteller I had to frequently revisit. Next, I took up 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and was not as impressed by the result--I blamed it on circumstance. Next, In Search of the Castaways took another step down. For the first time with a Verne novel, I considered not recommending it. Ultimately, it squeaked by. And now, I'm writing this review for the Invasion of the Sea and I'm honestly not sure that it will make it to recommendation status. Stay tuned.
With the mind of an amateur scientist that has a vicious creative streak in him, Verne has yet to lack a good idea for a story. This one is no exception. Here, Verne takes on the real life explorations of the Algerian and Tunisian lowlands and their consideration as inland seas, and plays a "what if" game to the proposed canals that never were completed. Not only does he do that, but he takes in the fascinating cultural complications that such a move would create with the local Arab tribes. To seal our interest, he starts the story with a prison break, giving the false illusion (perhaps "mirage-like" might be more appropriate) that this story is actually going to be exciting.
At that point, the excitement of the premise and the opening quickly dissipate. The majority of the rest of the story lays in Verne's poorly disguised textbook descriptions of the geography and culture of the region, with the characters serving merely as the tour guides to this region's layout and recent history. Deficiencies that I've noticed in other Verne novels are magnified here without a story to distract, so now every dialogue is either contrived or irritatingly unnecessary. Character traits, emotions, or other necessary story devices are lazily listed instead of realistically derived from natural conversations, situations, or conflicts. And meanwhile, the long, lethargic and ultimately empty march across the Sarahan wastelands eats up so many pages that a less patient reader would have abandoned the one-personality-trait-assigned-characters to the desert sun long ago.
I won't credit myself as being entirely patient, but after having some great experiences with Verne, I was willing to see if something as exciting as--oh, I don't know--the title actually occurred in the novel. Some semblance of action starts to happen past the halfway point (though it feels like it is faaar past halfway for all the reading I had done), but in order to keep the theme of the rest of the novel, anything that happens, unravels slowly and with as little actual thrill as possible. It is not until Chapter 16 of a 17 chapter book that I finally feel like some of the promise of the premise is paying off. By then, of course, it is far too late. Insane amounts of events are packed into one chapter, by far more than the rest of the book combined, and they are described in a couple pages at the end of that chapter. I was just beginning to get enthusiastic about the story, and then the climax tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Oh, by the way, I'm here already. The story is done."
Sigh.
I guess what I'm saying is that when the footnotes and looking up the information that the story is based on is more interesting than the story itself, it is probably not a good book. Upon further reflection, even though I'm kind of forgiving (I think) and I was more interested than probably most people would have been on the geography and history dealt with in the story, I can't recommend that you read the story. Pick it up, sure. Read the intro, yep. The footnotes? Seriously, I thought they were fascinating. The story. If you're desperate, skip to Chapter 16 and read the short story version. But the whole book? Leave it alone. Take a break from the French guy for a while. This is a storyteller that I now feel I have to infrequently revisit.