Night of the Crabs: Volume 1 (Crabs Series)

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His laughter died away. Those eyes bored into him, live coals that glowed. Evil. He swallowed. These things were real. Horrors that actually existed, terrible to behold on a deserted moonlit beach. Yes, the woman characters mostly are all motivated by sex, but at least unlike the men, they have motivations.

This book was written in the 70's so I had some issues with the views on women, but I understand this book is a product of its time, so that's cool.Obstructive Bureaucrat: The military on the island, and Colonel Goode in particular. Despite being personally assigned to assist Cliff in destroying the crabs by a knighted member of Whitehall, he doesn't believe the crabs exist and actually hampers the mission more than assists it.

Book 4, #2: Teenage girl who trying to have sex with the town popular boy in view of her partying friends, hoping he'll get her pregnant. "That way he would have to do something about it and she would have the laugh on all of them." Crabbed.Their lips met again, tongues probing and entwining. Both of them were experiencing the awakening of something which had lain dormant in them for so long. Rapidly they were getting out of control. Nothing else mattered…not even the giant crabs! In the late 1960s and into the early 1970s, Smith's writing focused mainly on shooting and he wrote regularly for many sporting magazines of the day. In 1999, he became Guns Editor of The Countryman's Weekly magazine, writing articles on shooting-related topics. [3] Characterisation is generally pretty solid and well developed. Yes many of the characters are pretty darn clichéd. The oafish Colonel Goode plays out his role perfectly, whilst our principal protagonist, Cliff Davenport, just becomes more heroic (in a very understated British fashion) the further through the tale you are. The characters are each strong in their roles and vital to the progressing storyline, which helps makes the novel as a whole that little bit more subconsciously engaging for the reader. There is a certain type of joy that can only be experienced when genre fiction like this opens up the floodgates of possibility and just runs with it. The novel does not take itself seriously but it also does not engage in apologetic self-parody. It exists in a delightful plane of existence where you willfully accept big old crabs chopping off human limbs with foot-long pincers. It is a quite heady rush, all things considered. [Note: the four stars given to this book are given entirely in the context of your ability to accept such things as actually a joy to read. If not, then this review is probably not for you.] Of course, be advised that you will be cheering for the CRABzillas in this story as the human inhabitants are so hopelessly inept that by the time they get ripped into gory chunks of stupidity you're just sighing thankfully that they've been flushed out of the human gene pool before they had a chance to breed. That is, of course, except for our intrepid hero, Professor Cliff Davenport, whose genius and MacGyver-like ability to squeeze out of tight situations and develop “on the fly” solutions to seemingly unsolvable problems is a “groan inducing” joy to behold.