Puerile improbabilities
My biggest problem with this book is that I actually finished it.It is farrago of silly hair-breadth escapes, super-human feats of derring-do, hackneyed characters and, most damning, execrable research (SCUBA diving at 3000 feet?, lactic acid in the trachea?, on and on). Incredulity mushrooms after the first 10 pages rendering the remainder of the opus laughable. The only redeeming feature of the book is the depiction of the French as enemies (a notion anyone who has ever been to Paris will readily accept). This book has all the worst qualities of an already quality-challenged genre.