Wow - you can definitely tell this was written in the seventies. Chock full of adventure, big dick energy, and blatant sexism; the second Dirk Pitt novel was a gollywhopper. The plot of it was quite interesting, but the way Dirk Pitt treats women (he literally slaps one across the face because he is disgusted that she hasn't been with a man in ten years since her lover died) is... not great. The way he refers to Black people also leaves a lot to be desired. I know, I know - it's a product of it's time but man! Dirk Pitt is basically an American James Bond, and I guess I'm into that? I'll keep going with the series, I'm assuming it will get less exist the closer we get to the twenty first century?
