THE dust-cover of this story of adventure, in which “every incident … is scientifically possible” (although usually statistically improbable), suggests that when two men of science, one of whom is a humorist and the other a student of international affairs and a world-wide traveller, collaborate to write a novel, it is to be expected that the result will be unusual. That many authors of ‘thriller's lack humour, appreciation of international affairs, and the most elementary knowledge of science is doubtless true and regrettable; that it is possible to avoid the usual defects of such a novel and produce a readable and, in fact, properly exciting, story at the same time Jias now been demonstrated. The authors do not pretend to make any contribution to serious scientific literature; they are frankly disposed to entertain, and possibly to show that scientific people laugh and shiver with the rest. Nevertheless, they make use of their opportunities to comment on the folly of war and on the absurdities of a situation in which those who seek peace and ensue it need to be heavily armed for their quest. Where argument and example fail, ridicule competently enveloped in a garb of fiction may play a useful part.
North Sea Monster.
By. Pp. 246. (London: Houghton and Scott-Snell, 1934.) 7s. 6d. net.