MYSTERIES OF OUR WORLD by Peter Briggs

Not a mystery mongering text, but a solid pop-sci volume covering the cutting edge in earth science c.1969. Author Peter Briggs lays out the debates and scientific developments leading to our new knowledge of the world around us, from the ocean depths to the mountain tops, atmospheric heights, and beyond! There's a healthy dose of natural disasters, with volcanos and earthquakes making for engaging reading. Oceanic investigation is another exciting subject, with plenty of ships dredging and scanning and netting all around the seven seas - the Glomar Challenger is here, a few years before the Explorer would launch its now infamous secret mission. 

Reading on through Briggs' explorations, dense but smoothly flowing, it makes me think. We only just saw the announcement of the phasing out of "pocket" paperbacks, and here's a relic of that soon-to-be-bygone age: a portable, dependable, entertaining science primer, readable by anyone, anytime, anywhere, packed with references and sources - put out by a relatively sleazy/lowbrow publisher, even. Nowadays google is just as likely to give you a completely hallucinated "AI summary" for your search terms as a straightforward URL ... maybe I'm just being cranky, I don't know! Google also doesn't offer as many cigarette ads as vintage paperbacks:

Briggs appears to have been a prolific nonfiction writer - here's a spread of titles including Water, The Vital Essence, which Briggs references in this current text, and a title on the Glomar Challenger.

"And if California falls into the ocean/
Like the mystics and statistics say it will"

 

True to their rough and tumble image, Belmont Tower included a two page spread of mafia books as part of their nonfiction advertising. "You liked reading about volcanos, Billy? Well how about Lucky Luciano?"

This educational title is available to read and download at archive dot org.

Belmont Tower Books, 1969

SHAWN ROBBINS - THE AMAZING WOMAN WHO PREDICTS DISASTER by Ian Anderson

At last! The origin story as to why Shawn Robbins was the doom and gloom leader of ESP prognostication, especially where air travel was concerned! As noted before, part of it involves dream premonitions and a malfunction on a flight to Greenland that, Robbins believes, could have been fatal.

Here's how the article should look in the original magazine spread:

This article is also available to read and download at archive dot org.

Courtesy Tim Beckley's Front Page Disasters magazine, Vol. 1 - Issue 1, October 1977.

BOMB SQUAD by Mark Andrews

Goldman, obviously no longer the star of the show, just smiled at Jake and walked away. As he crossed the studio he heard a muffled gunshot in an adjoining room. And he knew that Dr. Daniel Rubenstein had been taken care of - permanently.

It was a pity, in a way. In his day, Rubenstein had been a genius, probably the world's top authority on nuclear weapons.

But nuclear experts were a dime a dozen now. These days, practically anyone could make a bomb.

It started with letter bombs: some were duds, and some were disarmed in time. Some killed and maimed. Then the church in Harlem blew sky high from a basement packed with high explosives. Then a group calling themselves the American People's Liberation Army made their demands known. And now, the working men of the NYPD's Bomb Squad, pushed to their limits by the panic gripping the city, have 24 hours to find and disarm the last bomb.

The Hell Bomb.

Author Mark Andrews mixes the best classic disaster genre tradition of specialized workplace action - the Bomb Squad! - with some classic '70s domestic strife and a heartless, unflinching perspective of the lives and limbs shattered when time runs out.

Bomb Squaddie Tom Gilbert thought things were going pretty great with his mistress Mary Jo, until she opened up a letter bomb while at her secretary job for a big Madison Avenue ad agency. Now Mary Jo is atomized, and Gilbert's in danger of cracking up - his wife almost killed their newborn baby in a benzo'd out haze, to boot! But the bombs keep coming, and then the letters too, and the Bomb Squad realize that this isn't your average crank mad bomber, no way. The APLA have got big plans for NYC, and America afterwards, and it might have something to do with that mysterious Danny Lee - Is he a student? A man about town? - who Mary Jo was catting around with while Gilbert dreamed of remarried bliss.

Danny has some friends from China. And from Congress. And some friends who know how to build a basement nuke ...

At times things get a little too loose, and Andrews jukes us around a little too much dropping threads and switching gears. Bomb Squad really has only the barest skeleton of a story per se, and every time we think we might be settling in to some traditional plotting ... well, we ain't! The mystery of the bombers' identities is resolved pretty damn quickly, for us readers anyways, and characters mostly walk into fait accompli like clockwork automatons winding down to detonation. But the dark, crackling energy of Andrews' writing holds it together.

Andrews (if that is his real name) also penned two horror novels for Leisure Books the same year of 1977:

The two fisted Paperback Warrior blog reviewed Bomb Squad a few years back, and let's just say our opinions differ:

I have a suspicion that Andrews wrote this in a particularly bad part of his life – like a child dying or a downward spiral into financial ruin. That is my hope. If not, then this guy has a hard-on for destroying people and property and channeled his maniacal depression through some sort of how-to guide masquerading as a men's action-adventure novel. Make no mistake, Bomb Squad is the nuttiest thing I've ever read. And extremely dangerous. Consider yourself warned.

I'll agree on one point though: Bomb Squad is nuttier than all hell, and reads as coming from a very dark place indeed from Andrews! This being Leisure Books, typos abound, and we don't even get any juicy backpage ads.

Mark Andrews' wild and wooly writing carries Bomb Squad to a 3/4 rating. No foolin', this stuff'll kill ya!

Leisure Books, 1977

SHOCKWAVE by Nick Everett

"From the depths of the ocean comes the most devastating of all the Earth's forces ..."

Watch out ... for the SHOCKWAVE!

The "rugged Englishman" Kirk, sexy lady scientist Simone, and a boatload of Norwegians are sitting on top of a big problem in the North Sea: an unstable trench that's about to launch a landslide into the ocean depths, triggering the most massive tsunami ever seen in this hemisphere. Worst of all, the blast wave will be on track to slam into the eastern coast of the UK!

This is author Nick Everett's only credited work, though the polished writing points to a pseudonym of some working writer. Everett leads with a little bit of disaster science onboard the good ship Isthmian, along with Kirk's battered libido - Simone "can make a duffle coat and a pair of sea-boots look sexy" we're told, and once Kirk gets off this tub he's entertaining thoughts of a courtship with her. That'll have to wait, of course, once the seafloor shakes and the big wave starts rolling.

Everett writes a short, tight little disaster epic, drawing down on family man Walter's evacuation via traffic jam and on daredevil pilot Ryan's rubbernecking by way of his precious twin engine Dakota, the very same plane brought to life on the front cover. Walter's a drab grey man living a drab grey life, and now he might lose it all without having ever really enjoyed himself! Ryan meanwhile gives us a bird's eye view of the action and pushes himself further and further into reckless hedonistic thrill seeking.

Like the water sucked out to sea before a tsunami, the empty hours between the announcement of the disaster and the inevitable crashing wave are a loathsome absence, proof via negation of a horrible, inescapable reality. When the shockwave finally comes roaring ashore and overground it's almost a relief, a sweet release for our trapped cast. Pilot Ryan could easily have flown to safety, but his own demons compel him to witness the destruction, and poor Walter, well, he's stuck in a miles long caravan along with a thousand other souls.

Closeup on the cover art!

Everett mentions a 220 foot tall tsunami resulting from the Good Friday quake that struck Alaska in 1964, which also factored into the background of Arthur Herzog's Earthsound. Over at the Paperback Palette, Jeffersen has amassed an exhaustive entry for water based disasters - that's "flood, deluge, squall, gale, tempest, cyclone, hurricane, typhoon, tsunami," any and all "EXTREME WATER EVENTS," and Shockwave is among the many, many entries. Jeffersen also has questions about Everett's identity, because great minds think alike.

His lengthy survey also covers Deluge by Richard Doyle and The Raging Flood by R.T. Larkin. Check it out!

Shockwave earns a reliable 3/4 for a no frills, cheap thrills disaster!

New English Library, 1981

IMPACT! by R.V. Fodor and G.J. Taylor

Brace for IMPACT! Geologist R.V. Fodor joins with G.J. Taylor (having also coauthored Junior Bodybuilding) for this hefty addition to the big space rock genre of the late '70s. What are we in for when a swarm of meteoroids crosses our path?

Fodor and Taylor have written an odd duck here, with too many dropped threads and dead ends. They give us just a taste of the usual big disaster tropes, with President Stein and his men debating doomsday, scientists decoding the composition of the rocks, and us little people facing oblivion, but soon enough we realize that we're halfway through a 400 page would-be epic and nothing much has happened!

Stein's science advisor is a Malthusian creep with a roster of self serving double talk as to why we should let the big one smash into Central Asia, knocking out the USSR and China and launching a new ice age that will kill billions worldwide. There's some unsatisfactory '70s style cloak and dagger action over exposing this evil plan, but like everything in the story it reads as a pale shadow of other, better writing. There's not much from the POV of the rocks either, which is usually my favorite part of space rock disaster thrillers. 

Again and again, Fodor and Taylor drag us through pages and pages of establishing characters only to drop them for the next batch, without building on anything they're already written. The highlights are front loaded, with the complete destruction of small town Ardmore, KS due to a single relatively "small" meteor, and a charming detail about how the satellite surveillance nerds of the Intermilitary Data Center enjoy watching volcanic eruptions change the landscape. Unfortunately nothing really gels as the story unfolds, and the last 100 pages read like filler. By the time the apocalypse smashes down we don't really care, which is never a good sign when you've got the fate of the world in the balance.

The Sino-Soviet split makes for some attempted suspense, with those goddamn Chicoms playing the long game - what's a few hundred million deaths to those inscrutable Orientals anyways?

We get some perfunctory space action in the home stretch, and a ridiculously convenient reveal that saves our boring lead couple from vaporization. Yawn!

Fodor and Taylor's disaster slog earns a very sad 1/4 rating ... It's not as outright crap as Mayhew and Long's Fireball, but there just isn't enough to recommend here. Getcher space rocks off elsewhere.

Lesiure Books, 1979