Pacific Vortex! (Dirk Pitt Series #6)

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Dirk Pitt's first, most terrific adventure! Dirk Pitt, death-defying adventurer and deep-sea expert, is out to the ultimate test as he plunges into the perilous waters of the Pacific Vortex — a fog-shrouded sea zone where dozens of ships have vanished without a trace. The latest victim is the awesome superb Starbuck, America's deep-diving nuclear arsenal. Its loss poses an unthinkable threat to national defense. Pitt's job is to find it, salvage it, before the sea explodes. In a furious race against time, Pitt's ...
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Dirk Pitt's first, most terrific adventure! Dirk Pitt, death-defying adventurer and deep-sea expert, is out to the ultimate test as he plunges into the perilous waters of the Pacific Vortex — a fog-shrouded sea zone where dozens of ships have vanished without a trace. The latest victim is the awesome superb Starbuck, America's deep-diving nuclear arsenal. Its loss poses an unthinkable threat to national defense. Pitt's job is to find it, salvage it, before the sea explodes. In a furious race against time, Pitt's mission swirls him into a battle with underwater assassins-and traps him in the arms of Summer Moran, the most stunningly exotic and dangerous toward disaster, Clive Cussler plummets his hero onto an ancient sunken island-the astonishing setting for the explosive climax of Pacific Vortex!
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“Dirk Pitt [is] oceanography’s answer to Indiana Jones.”—The Associated Press
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553276329
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/28/1984
  • Series: Dirk Pitt Series , #6
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 7.05 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Clive  Cussler

 
Clive Cussler is an accomplished marine archaeologist and the author of more than sixty action-adventure novels, many featuring deep-sea expert Dirk Pitt. He has been a #1 New York Times bestseller countless times over and continues to thrill his legions of fans worldwide.

Biography

Cussler began writing novels in 1965 and published his first work featuring his continuous series hero, Dirk Pitt, in 1973. His first non-fiction, The Sea Hunters, was released in 1996. The Board of Governors of the Maritime College, State University of New York, considered The Sea Hunters in lieu of a Ph.D. thesis and awarded Cussler a Doctor of Letters degree in May, 1997. It was the first time since the College was founded in 1874 that such a degree was bestowed.

Cussler is an internationally recognized authority on shipwrecks and the founder of the National Underwater and Marine Agency, (NUMA) a 501C3 non-profit organization (named after the fictional Federal agency in his novels) that dedicates itself to preserving American maritime and naval history. He and his crew of marine experts and NUMA volunteers have discovered more than 60 historically significant underwater wreck sites including the first submarine to sink a ship in battle, the Confederacy's Hunley, and its victim, the Union's Housatonic; the U-20, the U-boat that sank the Lusitania; the Cumberland, which was sunk by the famous ironclad, Merrimack; the renowned Confederate raider Florida; the Navy airship, Akron, the Republic of Texas Navy warship, Zavala, found under a parking lot in Galveston, and the Carpathia, which sank almost six years to-the-day after plucking Titanic's survivors from the sea.

In September, 1998, NUMA - which turns over all artifacts to state and Federal authorities, or donates them to museums and universities - launched its own web site for those wishing more information about maritime history or wishing to make donations to the organization. (www.numa.net).

In addition to being the Chairman of NUMA, Cussler is also a fellow in both the Explorers Club of New York and the Royal Geographic Society in London. He has been honored with the Lowell Thomas Award for outstanding underwater exploration.

Cussler's books have been published in more than 40 languages in more than 100 countries. The author lives in Arizona.

Biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA)

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Cussler worked for many years in advertising and was responsible for coming up with Ajax's "White Knight" commercial catchphrase, "It's stronger than dirt."

The Board of Governors of the Maritime College, State University of New York, considered Cussler's 1996 nonfiction book, The Sea Hunters, equivalent to a Ph.D. thesis and awarded Cussler a Doctor of Letters degree in 1997.

Cussler is a fellow in the Explorers Club of New York and the Royal Geographic Society in London, and has been granted the Lowell Thomas Award for outstanding underwater exploration.

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    1. Hometown:
      Phoenix, Arizona
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 15, 1931
    2. Place of Birth:
      Aurora, Illinois
    1. Education:
      Pasadena City College; Ph.D., Maritime College, State University of New York, 1997

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Chapter One

 Among the crowded beaches in the state of Hawaii, it is still possible to discover a stretch of sand that offers a degree of solitude. Kaena Point, jutting out into the Kauai Channel like a boxer's left jab, is one of the few unadvertised spots where onecan relax and enjoy an empty shore. It is a beautiful beach, but it is also deceptive. Too often its shores are whipped by rip currents extremely dangerous to all but the most wary swimmers. Each year, as if predestined by a morbid schedule, an unidentifiedbather, intrigued by the lonely sandy strand and the gentle surf, enters the water and within minutes is swept out to sea.  

On this beach a six-foot-three-inch deeply suntanned man, clad in brief white bathing trunks, lay stretched on a bamboo beach mat. The hairy, barrel chest that rose slightly with each intake of air, bore specks of sweat that rolled downward in snailliketrails and mingled with the sand. The arm that passed over the eyes shielding them from the strong rays of the tropical sun, was muscular but without the exaggerated bulges generally associated with iron pumpers. The hair was black and thick and shaggy, andit fell halfway down a forehead that merged into a hard-featured but friendly face.  

Dirk Pitt stirred from a semisleep and, raising himself up on his elbows, stared from deep green glistening eyes at the sea. Pitt was not a casual sun worshipper; to him, the beach was a living, moving thing, changing shape and personality under the constantonslaught of the wind and waves. He studied the swells as they rolled in from their storm-rocked birthplace thousands of miles at sea, rising and increasing their velocity when their troughs felt the shallow bottom. Changing from swell to breaker, they rosehigher and higher—eight feet, Pitt judged—from trough to crest before they toppled and broke, pounding themselves into a thundering mass of foam and spray. Then they died in small, swirling eddies at the tideline.   Suddenly Pitt's eyes were attracted by a flash of color beyond the breakers, about three hundred feet from the shoreline. It was gone in an instant, lost behind a wave crest. Pitt kept gazing with intent curiosity at the spot where the color was last visible.After the next wave rose and crested, he could see it again gleaming in the sun. The shape was undistinguishable at that distance, but there was no mistaking the bright fluorescent yellow glint.  

The smart move, Pitt deduced, would be to simply lay there and let the force of the surf bring the unknown object to him; but he pushed sound judgment from his mind, rolled to his feet, and walked slowly into the surf. When the water rose above his knees,he arched his body and dove under an approaching breaker, timing it so that he only felt the surge crash over his kicking feet. The water felt as heated as a tepid hotel room bath; the temperature was somewhere between seventy-five and seventy-eight degrees.As soon as his head cleared the surface, he began to stroke through the swirling foam, swimming easily, allowing the force of the current to carry him into deeper water.  

After several minutes, he stopped and treaded water, searching for a hint of yellow. He spotted it twenty yards to his left. He kept his eyes keyed on the strange piece of flotsam as he narrowed the gap, only losing sight of it momentarily when it droppedin the advancing troughs. Sensing that the current was pulling him too far to his right, he compensated his angle and slowly increased his strokes to avoid the dangerous threat of exhaustion.  

Then he reached out and his fingers touched a slick, cylindrical surface about two feet long, and eight inches wide, and weighing less than six pounds. Encasing the object was a yellow waterproof plastic material with U.S. Navy printed in block letterson both ends. Pitt locked his arms around it, relaxed his body, and surveyed his now precarious position some distance beyond the surf.  

He scanned the beach, searching for someone who might have seen him enter the water, but the sand was empty for miles in either direction. Pitt didn't bother to examine the steep cliffs behind the shore; it was hopeless to expect anyone to be scaling therocky slopes in the middle of the week.  

He wondered why he took such a stupid and fool-hardy risk. The mysterious yellow flotsam had given him an excuse to dare the odds, and once started, it never occurred to him to turn back. Now the merciless sea held him securely.  

For a brief moment he considered trying to swim in a straight line back to shore. But only for a brief moment. Mark Spitz might have made it, but Pitt felt certain he'd never have won all those gold medals at the Olympics while smoking a pack of cigarettesa day and consuming several shots of Cutty Sark Scotch every evening. Pitt decided to concentrate instead on beating Mother Nature at her own game.   Pitt was an old hand at rip currents and undertows; he had bodysurfed for years and knew their every trick. A man could be swept out to sea from one section of the shore, while a hundred yards away children cavorted in the diminishing waves without noticingthe slightest tug from the current. The unrelenting force of a rip current occurs when the longshore flow returns to the sea through narrow, storm-grooved valleys in offshore sandbars. Here the incoming surf changes direction and heads away from land, oftenas rapidly as four miles an hour. Now the current had nearly expended itself, and Pitt was certain he had but to swim parallel to the shoreline until he was out of the sandbars, and then head in at a different point along the beach. 

  The menace of sharks was his only worry. The sea's murder machines didn't always signal their presence with a water-slicing fin. They could easily attack from beneath with no warning, and without a face mask Pitt would never know when the slashing bitewas coming, or from what direction. He could only hope to reach the safety of the surf before he was placed on the menu for lunch. Sharks, he knew, seldom ventured close to shore because the swirling turbulence of heavy wave action forced sand through theirgills; this discouraged all but the hungriest from a handy meal.  

There was no thought of conserving his energy now; he struggled through the water as if every man-eater in the Pacific Ocean was on his tail. It took nearly fifteen minutes of vigorous swimming before the first wave nudged him toward the beach. Nine morebreakers marched by; the tenth caught the buoyancy of the cylinder and held it, carrying Pitt to within twelve feet of the tideline. The instant his knees touched sand again, he rose drunkenly like an exhausted shipwrecked sailor and staggered out of the water,dragging his prize behind him. Then he dropped thankfully onto the sun-warmed sand.  

Wearily, Pitt turned his attention to the cylinder. Underneath the plastic covering was an unusual aluminum canister. The sides were ribbed with several small rods that resembled miniature railroad tracks. One end held a screw cap, so Pitt began twisting,intrigued by the great number of revolutions, before it finally dropped off in his hand. Inside was a tight roll of several papers, nothing else. He gently eased them into the daylight and began studying the hand-written manuscript exactingly penned among titledcolumns and lines.  

As he read over the pages, an ice-chill hand touched his skin, and in spite of the ninety-degree heat, goose-flesh broke out over his body. More than once he tried to draw his eyes away from the pages, but was stunned by the enormity of what he held inhis hands.  

Pitt sat and gazed vacantly out over the ocean for a full ten minutes after he read the last sentence in the document. It ended with a name: Admiral Leigh Hunter. Then, very slowly, Pitt gently inserted the papers back in the cylinder, screwed on the cap,and carefully rewrapped the yellow cover.  

An eerie, unearthly blanket of silence had fallen over Kaena Point. As the breakers rolled in, their roar somehow seemed muted. He stood and brushed off the sand from his wet body, packed the cylinder under his arm, and began jogging up the beach. Whenhe reached his mat, he quickly wound it around the object in his hands. Then he hurried up the pathway leading to the road alongside the beach.  

The bright red AC Ford Cobra sat forlornly on the road. Pitt wasted no time. He threw his cargo on the passenger's seat and moved rapidly behind the steering wheel, his hand, fumbling with the ignition key.  

He swung onto Highway 99, passing through Waialua and heading up the long grade that ran next to the picturesque and usually dry Kaukomahua Stream. After the Schofield Barracks Military Reservation disappeared behind the rearview mirror, Pitt took theturnoff below Wahiawa and headed at high speed toward Pearl City, completely ignoring the threat of a wandering state highway patrolman.  

The Koolau Range rose on his left, with its peaks buried underneath perpetual dark rolling rainclouds. Alongside of them the neat, green pineapple fields spread in vivid contrast against the rich, red volcanic soil. Pitt met a sudden rainstorm and automaticallyturned on the wipers.  

At last the main gate at Pearl Harbor came into view. Pitt slowed the car as a uniformed guard came out of the office. Pitt pulled out his driver's license and his identification papers from his wallet, and signed the visitors' logbook. The young marinesimply saluted and waved Pitt through.  

Pitt then asked the guard for directions to Admiral Hunter's headquarters. The marine pulled a pad and pencil from his breast pocket and politely drew a map which he handed to Pitt. He saluted once more.  

Pitt pulled up and stopped in front of an inconspicuous concrete building near the dock area. He would have passed it but for a small, neatly stenciled sign that read: headquarters, 101st salvage fleet. He turned off the ignition, picked up the damp package,and left the car. Passing through the entrance, Pitt mentally wished he'd had the foresight to carry a sport shirt and a pair of slacks with him to the beach. He stepped to a desk where a seaman in the Navy summer white uniform mechanically punched a typewriter.A sign on the desk read: Seaman G. Yager.   "Excuse me," Pitt murmured self-consciously. "I'd like to see Admiral Hunter."   The typist looked up casually, then his eyes almost burst from their sockets.  

"My God, buddy, are you off your gourd? What are you trying to pull, coming here wearing nothing but a bathing suit? If the old man catches you, you're dead. Now beat it quick or you'll wind up in the brig."  

"I know I'm not dressed for an afternoon social," Pitt spoke quietly and pleasantly, "but it's damned urgent that I see the admiral."  

The seaman rose from the desk, his face turning red. "Stop clowning around," he said loudly. "Either you go back to your quarters and sleep it off, or I'll call the Shore Patrol."  

"Then call them!" Pitt's voice was suddenly sharp.  

"Look, buddy," the seaman's tone became one of controlled irritation. "Do yourself a favor. Go back to your ship and make a formal request to see the admiral through the chain of command."  

"That won't be necessary, Yager." The voice behind them carried the finesse of a bulldozer scraping a cement highway.  

Pitt turned and found himself locking eyes with a tall wizened man standing stiffly within an inner office doorway. He was dressed in white from collar to shoes and trimmed in gold braid beginning at the arms and working up to the rank boards on the shoulders.The hair was bushy and white, very nearly matching the tired cadaverous face beneath. Only the eyes seemed alive, and they glared curiously at the canister in Pitt's hand.  

"I'm Admiral Hunter, and I'll give you just five minutes, big boy, so you better make it worth my while. And bring that object with you," he said, pointing to the canister.  

"Yes sir," was all Pitt could reply.  

Hunter had already spun and was striding into his office. Pitt followed, and if he wasn't embarrassed before he stepped into the admiral's office, there was no doubt of his discomfort now that he was inside. There were three other naval officers besidesHunter seated around an ancient, immaculately polished conference table. Their faces registered astonishment at the sight of Pitt standing half naked with the strange-looking package under one arm.  

Hunter routinely made the introductions, but Pitt wasn't fooled by the phony courtesy; the admiral was trying to frighten him with rank while studying Pitt's eyes for a reaction. Pitt learned that the tall, blond lieutenant commander with the John Kennedyface was Paul Boland, the 101st Fleet's Executive Officer. The heavyset captain, who was perspiring profusely, possessed the odd name of Orl Cinana, the officer in command of Hunter's small fleet of salvage ships. The short, almost gnomelike creature, who hurriedover and pumped Pitt's hand, introduced himself as Commander Burdette Denver, aide to the admiral. He stared at Pitt, as if trying to remember his face.  

"Okay, big boy." That term again. Pitt would have given a month's pay to ram his knuckles against Hunter's teeth. Hunter's voice oozed with sarcasm. "Now if you will be so kind as to tell us who you are and what this interruption is all about, we willall be eternally grateful."  

"You're pretty rude for someone anxious to know why I'm carrying this canister," Pitt answered, settling his long body comfortably in a vacant chair, waiting for a reaction. 

  Cinana glared across the table, his face twisted in a clouded mask of malevolence. "You scum! How dare you come in here and insult an officer!"  

"The man's insane," snapped Boland. He leaned toward Pitt, his expression cold and taut. He added, "You stupid bastard; do you know who you're talking to?"  

"Since we've all been introduced," Pitt said casually, "the answer is a qualified yes."  

Cinana's sweaty fist slammed to the table. "The Shore Patrol, by God. I'll have Yager call the Shore Patrol and throw him in the brig."  

Hunter struck a light to a long cigarette, flipped the match at an ashtray, missing it by six inches, and stared at Pitt thoughtfully. "You leave me no choice, big boy." He turned to Boland. "Commander, ask Seaman Yager to call the Shore Patrol."  

"I wouldn't, Admiral." Denver rose from his chair, recognition flooding his face. "This man some of you have referred to as filth and a bastard and wish to cast into chains, is indeed Dirk Pitt, who happens to be the Special Projects Director of the NationalUnderwater and Marine Agency, and whose father happens to be Senator George Pitt of California, Chairman of the Naval Appropriations Committee."  

Cinana uttered something short and unprintable.  

Boland was the first to recover. "Are you certain?"  

"Yes, Paul, quite certain." He moved around the table and faced Pitt. "I saw him several years ago, with his father, at a NUMA conference. He's also a friend of my cousin, who's also in NUMA. Commander Rudi Gunn."  

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  • Posted April 30, 2010

    Rough around the edges, but still a great read

    Becoming a Clive Cussler/Dirk Pitt fan, I researched to discover all the titles in the series and in which order I should read them. Though Mediterranean Caper was the first published, and the first one I could find to read, it was not the first Cussler wrote. Though Pacific Vortex was not published until years after Mediterranean Caper, it is supposed to be Dirk Pitt's introduction. Yes, I'm the type of person who wants to read a series in order, so I hunted down the first of the series. Even Cussler himself admits in the foreword to Pacific Vortex that it is still rough around the edges and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to publish it. I read several reviews that said Pacific Vortex was not as good as subsequent Clive Cussler books. Keeping that in mind, I dove in.
    Everyone has heard of the mysterious Bermuda Triangle. The Pacific seems to have a mystery of its own--The Pacific Vortex. It has been swallowing ships for years, yet was counted as a mystery of the sea until a communications canister appears off a beach in Hawaii where Dirk Pitt is relaxing. A former Major in the Air Force, now with NUMA (National Underwater and Marine Agency), Pitt seems to be an expert of transportation of air and sea--planes, helicopters, boats, submarines--which makes him the perfect go-to guy for the assignment of finding the Starbuck. The Starbuck was an experimental nuclear sub on a test run when it went missing in the Pacific Vortex. With nuclear technology on board, Pitt is asked to help find and recover the sub before someone else does and uses the technology against the United states.
    I'll admit that there were a couple scenes in the beginning of the book that were a little cheesy, but I pressed on and I'm glad I did. Though a little rough to start, the rest of the book was great. The imagery is fantastic. Another adventurous thrill-ride. In fact, it reminded me of things I loved in my childhood--deep sea explorations, discovering sunken ships, a twisting and turning mystery. Just when you think you know what's going to happen next, Cussler adds another twist that keeps you reading.
    I really enjoyed Pacific Vortex and look forward to reading the rest of Dirk Pitt's adventures.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2007

    Dissapointing

    The plot was very good, like most of his other books, but the amount of trashy content was innumerable. I do not think that Clive should have added as much profanity as he did. I was very dissapointed. This book is DEFINITELY not for his young fans.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2006

    I was not disappointed!

    Pacific Vortex provided the expected suspense, action, and unpredictable plot. As with all the other Dirk Pitt novels that I have devoured it was hard to put down. The only reason that I gave it 4 stars instead of 5 is because if it had been a movie I would have rated it 'R' for language and sexual situations. As a writer myself I believe that it is possible to write entertaining fiction without graphic sex and language. Granted Clive Cussler is not as graphic as some writers and that is one of the things that keeps me coming back. One of the things that I missed was his signature way of putting himself in the book as a character. I guess that must have come later in his career. Pacific Vortex is a book that I highly recommend and I am looking forward to reading more Dirk Pitt adventures.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2000

    Dirk Pitt Strikes Again!

    I enjoyed this novel, as I have all the rest of Clive Cussler's novels. For this adventure, Pitt is charged with raising the Navy's prize nuclear sub, the STARBUCK, from a certain area of ocean where ships have been disappearing. With the help of his trusty sidekick, Pitt plunges into a dangerous web of murder and money. As in every Dirk Pitt novel, a beautiful woman shows herself. But this one is different, a deadly beauty who cannot leave her past. Although it's a little gruesome, and a lot of people suffer nasty deaths, Pacific Vortex is an exiting book with many facets.

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  • Posted October 11, 2010

    awesome!

    this was my first Dirk Pitt adventure and I now look forward to many more. This book was fast paced and action packed. Pitt knows how to work the ocean as well as he does the women, making for a great story.

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  • Posted May 25, 2010

    Clive Cussler at his best

    I wish I had of read this book before I read any of the others in the Dirk Pitt series. Once I started reading it I could not put it down. The story continued to build from the first chapter on, but did it in such a way that you could not guess what was coming next. Each turn of the page brought a new surprise. New characters were introduce and weaved into the existing characters seamlessly. Before you knew it they were part of the action, and then they disappeared. I hated to get to the end, but thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

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  • Posted April 15, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Undersea Adventure

    Clive hits the ground running with his first Dirk Pitt Adventure! A fun and easy read to get the feel of his writing style and learn about the star, Dirk. Interesting twists that boarder fantasy but do not delve to deep in unrealistic waters.

    Great for anyone who likes adventure, treasure hunts, espionage, and military based action.

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  • Posted March 21, 2010

    Captivating

    Could not put the book down; kept my interest from beginning to the end. Situations were definetly changing up the intrigue direction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Pacific Vortex

    This was my first Clive Cussler book, and after reading it, I've decided to read the entire series. In the UK, there's James Bond. In the US, there's Dirk Pitt. Lots of action and surprises in this novel. Perfect for anyone into shipwrecks or deep-sea exploration.

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  • Posted April 2, 2009

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    exciting!

    This is the first in the Dirk Pitt adventure series and my first Clive Cussler book. It was so exciting! Pacific Vortex is full of adventure, action and mystery. It's just what I was in the mood for! Cussler did a wonderful job at creating some great characters that I totally fell in love with. I can't wait to see what adventures Dirk Pitt has in store for him next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2008

    PACIFIC VORTEX

    I chose PACIFIC VORTEX because a co-worker at the local TV station I work at said, if I read any of Clive Cussler's novels and I did not think his protagonist, Dirk Pitt, was the perfect man, there was something wrong with me. I was intrigued. So I researched Cussler's series because I wanted to start at the beginning, all though, from what I understand you can read any of his novels about Dirk Pitt, in any order. I finished PACIFIC VORTEX at 3 a.m. last night, because I couldn't put it down. I am a scuba diver and I study zoology so I liked how the author weaved his scuba and sea facts into the story. And I have to admit, my co-worker was right. Cussler's, Dirk Pitt, is pretty close to what many women might consider a perfect man: good sense of humor, great looking 'my idea of a great looking Dirk Pitt with green eyes and black hair might be very different then my co-workers, which is the interesting, personal experience I like about novels'. Dirk is also intelligent, adventurous and caring. I liked two things Cussler did in this novel: main plot and subplots. His main plot takes place in Hawaii and his protagonist, Dirk Pitt, has many adventures trying to locate and salvage a military submarine. The subplots were most interesting when they were about Dirk Pitt's love interests. Cussler balanced the main plot nicely with sexy subplots and I hope there is more of this as I continue the series. Now if I can just figure out what book comes next after PACIFIC VORTEX. I found a list of the order on wikipedia and there appears to be 19 books. I know I don't have to read the Dirk Pitt adventures in order but I probably will, and if they are as fun as this one, I will also read all of them. I can honestly say, Clive Cussler has a new reading fan. In real life the author, Clive Cussler, is a scuba diver, ship wreck finder, started a real NUMA 'a make believe organization in his novels' and some of his books have been made into movies. A. D. Tarbox, author of ALREADY ASLEEP and the six book NATURE'S BOUNTY series coming out August 2008

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2003

    Best of 'em all!!

    I've read all of CC's books and I think this is the best one by far!! If you've never read Dirk Pitt, start with this one and you'll be hooked...have fun!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2003

    my first CC book back in 2001.unforgettable.

    this guy clive cussler is better than gene roddenberry better than george lucas and better than willim shakespear.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2001

    Cussler's BEST!!! No doubt!

    In my opinion, this is Cussler's best! Enen though I've only read 4 others, this is the best! The plot is fairly simple, without many of the twist's that the later novels(although they were great too...). Pitt is somewhat of a tougher, more rugged James Bond, and who is Special Projects Director of NUMA(National Underwater and Marine Agency). Some great charecters, including Al Giordino and Summer Moran. This book would make a great movie. Maybe Pierce Brosnan(that's the kind of person I envision as Pitt) could star... Read Valhalla Rising(a newer Pitt novel) to discover the real fate of Summer Moran.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2001

    A Masterpiece !

    A masterpiece of modern literature. The story starts off like some male pulp novelette of the 70's, then the reader goes on an adventure with the main character-Dirk Pitt. This book should have been a movie a long time ago! On an adventure scale, it is better than 'Raiders of the Lost Ark', and the climax of the story is better than '20,000 Leagues Under the Sea'. A must read for anyone who enjoys adventure, even a little bit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2000

    Most first novels should be shredded before publishing

    Some authors can get away with publishing their very first works. Steven King, for example, writing as Richard Bachman, can wring deserved money from fans. He did, however, have the good sense to use a pseudonym. Clive Cussler's first novel, however, has little other than 'complete the set' value for the friends of his excellent series of later novels. It has a Tom Swift-depth plot, shallow and stereotypical characters, and the sort of ending you expected from page two. It is more reminiscent of the early fiction of the likes of Edmond Hamilton and Edgar Rice Burroughs than the sophisticated work demanded of writers of the latter part of the 20th century. Buy it and read it if you must, but be warned!

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