When I first heard of its existence, I refused to believe it. I'd rid myself of the Alex Rider series at last, and Anthony Horowitz had said that Snakehead would be his last, and it ended satisfactorily. I don't even remember the ending anymore! I can't remember where I read him saying it, but damnit he did. And then, when I saw this at the book sale, I was furious. There was a total dramatic "Nooooo!" moment right then and there at the warehouse, and people were staring, but I didn't care. Damnit he promised. But I bought the book anyway, because I couldn't not do it. OCD and all ... *pause to read*.
*finishes reading*
It started out fine, and I thought for a moment this would be one heck of a book, and that at last, Mr Horowitz would deliver! First off, we're introduced to Ravi Chandra, who plants a bomb in a nuclear power station and doesn't live very long. I was okay with this part, other than the fact it seems quite obvious than Anthony has never really been to India. And then we cut to Alex, who's on holiday in Scotland with the Pleasure family (I'm serious. That's their last name). He seems to be spending a lot of time with this Sabina Pleasure girl. And here's where you're expected to check your brains at the door, if you haven't already. One, Sabina's dad is a journalist. How is he able to afford so many family vacations (every time we're introduced to his family, they are on a vacation), and take along a boy who is a friend of his daughter's for most of them? Sure, he did save her life. But he's a teenage boy! Perhaps it's just me. I do after all, come from a family where my mom shrieked the first time she saw me hug a male school mate.
Back to the story. Things start moving pretty slowly, and initially it seems as though once again Anthony has no qualms in boring his readers with overly descriptive passages. But then, for the first time, he doesn't go overboard and suddenly it's fun to read again. In typical Alex Rider style, he wins a round of Texas Hold 'em on someone else's money, donates it all back, and half a dozen or so pages later, the car he, Sabina, and Mr. Pleasure are in plunges into the Loch Arkaig, and they are then rescued by a foreign-looking person. I think it was Indian.
Alex goes back to school, and after that, he spontaneously decides to go visit his uncle’s grave. He is then ambushed by three Asian dudes who start talking like real bad-asses, only, I’m not buying it because real people do not talk like that! And it was going so well, too! So anyway, Alex gives them the butt-whooping of their lives, and unbeknownst to him, he’s being photographed. *gasp*
The journalist has the cheek to pop up at his house, while he’s having dinner, and offer to do an expose, and cut him a 50-50 deal from whatever he makes. Apparently, Mr. Journalist did his research and has put together details of at least 4 cases that Alex is involved in, and whichever way you put it, what he plans to do would permanently destroy Alex’s chances of being a normal teenage boy. First off, it’s clear this journalist is bat nuts crazy. You do not go barging into people’s houses and threaten to reveal all their dirty little secrets, especially if said people have been known to land other people in the hospital. Same rule applies if you know they have connections to an intelligence agency.
So of course, Alex pays Mi6 a visit, and in return for helping him make sure his spy-life remains a secret, he has to steal some files from a GM foods research facility. Both bits are actually quite interesting. The journalist gets a taste of what life would be like if he ever mentioned the name Alex Rider again. To sum up, all his accounts would be frozen, the locks to his apartment changed, his car repo-ed, his identity replaced, and he would be arrested and charged for his own murder. Scary stuff. Alex, meanwhile, has the time of his life dodging bullets, running from guards, trying to navigate his way out of dome full of genetically modified toxic plants, murdering a dude, bombing up a chimney and falling onto the top of his own school bus as it leaves the compound. This in itself is a little odd. It seems the inside of the bus is sound proof, or everyone just ignored the loud thud that came from the top of the roof.
Alex gets suspended from school after he comes back onto the bus looking like he's just been through a war (the excuse given is that he fell out of the emergency exit. Really? What, were the teachers born yesterday?), and he decides that he’d like to use his time investigating the case a little further, based on stuff he heard the bad guys say. He nearly gets roasted alive, but somehow or another, he is immune to such things as toxic smoke inhalation and limps off homewards, all fine and dandy.
And then, here’s the good bit. He gets kidnapped. And he gets kidnapped well. Anthony Horowitz becomes about 70% creepier as you begin to wonder just how much time he spent dwelling on creating the perfect kidnapping. The gist is that the same idiot journalist ratted Alex out to the bad guys, and was shot to death for his effort. The bad guys stopped Alex on his way to school, chopped his hair up, stuck him in a wheel chair, chucked some ugly glasses on him, and drugged him just enough so that he’s paralyzed, his mouth is hanging open, and acting all brain damaged. Then in a series of black outs, he gets flown out of the country, and suddenly we’re in Kenya!
I’m going to skip the boring bits… Like him unwittingly helping the bad guys spray some shroom soup onto a wheat field that will biologically trigger the wheat to produce ricin; and where the bad guy (as all bad guys are wont to do) blabs about his past; how his charity, First Aid, was created to steal money from the general public, responding to disasters he engineered; and about his latest scheme.
Bad guy wants to know how much Mi6 knows about his dastardly scheme, (wasting quite a long time doing it, I might add) and this is how Alex ended up hanging on to the handles of a pole with 2 or 3 hungry crocodiles snapping at his buttocks. So far, what I have pictured is this: a horizontal metal pipe with handles built in like a periscope. Given that this is so, how come no one, including the ever-brilliant Rider, ever thought of hooking their legs onto the pipe to take most of their weight?
Anyhew, baddie gets bored and leaves with his posse of strong, dead-eye tribesmen, leaving his fiancé to watch Alex fall to his death. Fiancé gets shot from behind by (surprise, surprise) the foreign Indian dude from Scotland! He works for an Indian Intelligence Agency hell-bent on taking revenge on the bad guy for orchestrating the bombing in India. His mission is to kill the bad guy, which is helpful, but he isn’t a very good spy is he? Deviating from his missions like that to save random people.
Skip, skip, Indian spy passes out from his fever, that he got after his wound got infected, a wound that he got from parachuting in the night, and landing somewhere sharp and pointy. So, originally, Indian spy wants to bomb bad guy’s plane, but since he’s passed out and all, Alex figures he won't mind if he steals his bomb and uses it to destroy a dam to drown all the wheat crops. Indian spy rather conveniently wakes up in time to steal a plane and rescue Alex before he falls into the newly made waterfall and dies.
They stop off at some African village-ey place for fuel, and as Indian spy is lecturing Alex, his brains get blown out by bad guy, who has also stopped for fuel. What are the odds! Cool fight involving a gun, the same yucky mushroom soup, barrels of leaded oil, and a leftover explosive that Alex hadn’t used on his mission in the GM foods place, and then boom. Bad guy dies, and Alex is badly burnt. Winds up in the hospital. It's his birthday on Thursday, and he can't remember, but yay for him blah blah. The end.
3 stars feel right, but damn it…the way Alex’s housekeeper keeps harping on about “never again” is a bad sign. It means that Anthony Horowitz’s golden goose will be alive for a while yet. When will he put me out of the misery that is the Alex Rider series?