Fury From the Tomb

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Adventure stories can take many forms. Probably most or all of the fantasy novels I have read in my life would be categorized as adventure, but I seem to have something specific in my mind when I think of the term. The story must take place in the real world though there may absolutely be supernatural elements. While a novel like The Hobbit is certainly an adventure, the fact that every element of the story is fictional eliminates it from my brain’s adventure category. Indiana Jones. Now that’s adventure. Brendan Fraser’s The Mummy series — though I admit I have not yet seen it — or the National Treasure series which I also have not seen. Am I destroying my argument here? Let’s stick with Indiana Jones then. Or the spectacular video game series Uncharted. Exotic real world exploration. Traps, chases, mortal danger, a forbidden treasure. Adventure.

Several years ago, I was at a Barnes & Noble Booksellers location during a road trip and I saw the cover of S.A. Sidor’s brand new (at the time) novel Fury From the Tomb. It took me a matter of nanoseconds for my brain to send a signal to my hands to snag it off the shelf. Look at that cover art. Excellent work by cover artist Daniel Strange. It is clearly inspired by the Indiana Jones film posters which themselves are inspired by the cinema posters for serial adventures from the ‘50s and ‘60s. I love it and I bought my copy based on the cover alone.

In the late 1880s — so we are predating Indiana Jones by half a century — a young Egyptologist named Romulus Hardy receives a golden opportunity when a wealthy and elderly Los Angeles man offers to fund Dr. Hardy’s very first archeological expedition. The benefactor has specific instructions though. Dig up a mummy from the Egyptian tombs and deliver it to him in Los Angeles. Had everything gone smoothly, the story would probably be a newspaper article on the back page, but the cover has a clearly animated mummy and a speeding locomotive being chased by bandits on horseback so it is safe to assume something akin to adventure occurs.

Hardy’s journey takes him from the tombs of Egypt to a train robbery in the Arizona territory to Mexico in pursuit of his quarry. Along the way, he gathers allies who end up doing the vast majority of the dirty work on Hardy’s behalf and here is where my unfair Indiana Jones expectations must be pitched aside. Dr. Jones is a capable, experienced adventurer. Dr. Hardy on the other hand is a rookie on his first expedition. He prefers the comfort of a library to field work and he is claustrophobic so exploring the dark, dusty, narrow corridors of underground tombs ended up not being as glamorous and sexy as he had hoped. What further sets this adventure apart from something like Indiana Jones is the heightened supernatural elements. Jones always dealt with the supernatural, but he never had to contend with creatures like mummies, zombies, and vampires.

The one major issue I have with this novel is the first person perspective. Because the story is told in a retrospective narrative decades after the events of the novel, we know the protagonist survives all of his adventures unscathed. This strips away any anxiety or fear the reader may have for the hero when he is in a dangerous situation. Consequences are reduced to minor inconveniences rather than true life or death scenarios. Hardy’s allies always seem to be in more grave danger than he is and I felt like it is their efforts that drive the story forward rather than Hardy’s. He is just along for the ride instead of driving the caravan even though he is supposed to be the leader. There is growth potential for Dr. Hardy, certainly.

Fury From the Tomb is the first of what is currently a two-book series (the second volume, The Beast of Nightfall Lodge, is available now). I do not know if S.A. Sidor plans to write more books in this Institute for Singular Antiquities series, but if he wanted to make Dr. Rom Hardy a long-running character, developing him from baby-faced newcomer to rugged adventurer, he absolutely could and I would join him on the ride.

Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife

I am my parents' only child so I had plenty of opportunities to develop an overactive imagination during my youth and overact it did. As a kid, I was afraid to swim in the deep end of the pool because I was certain that dark shadow hovering under the diving board was a shark lying in wait. If I had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I would sprint down the hall and fling myself from my bedroom's doorway through the air and into bed so the fanged beast underneath would not be able to snatch me. When the wind shook the tree outside my bedroom window causing the moonlight cast upon the wall to shift and shudder, I saw from beneath the blanket pulled to just under my eyes a spirit from beyond waiting in the corner for me to fall asleep so it could haunt my dreams. As I grew into adulthood, my imagination was tempered by logic and reason. The pool shadow was just the absence of light and the fiercest beast beneath my bed was a dust bunny. But I was not so sure about that moonlight spirit and even as an adult, I have had unexplained experiences that keep me on the fence regarding the existence of ghosts. 

In her 2005 book Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife, author Mary Roach takes a trip through bizarre historical and contemporary experimentation in search of an answer to the question of where we go when we die. Raised in a household of faith, Roach was exposed early to the concepts of an omnipotent higher power and a spiritual afterlife, but she was an inquisitive child and had questions. Science seemed to have more answers than faith did so she turned to the source that satisfied her curiosity more often than not. What she discovered during the writing of this book may have just led to more questions and in some cases, utterly failed to provide a satisfactory answer. Undeterred, Roach approaches each case with the same wit and humor we discovered in her previous book, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. I often barked a hearty guffaw at Roach's observations. She employs the same sarcasm I myself express but in an eloquent manner.

Mary Roach is not just a humor writer. She, with her Bachelor of Science in Psychology, does her homework as evidenced by the plethora of footnotes throughout the book and the twelve-page bibliography. As a scientist, she possesses a healthy desire to know the unknown. In addition to studying the experiments of long dead scientists, Roach takes a direct approach by participating in experiments herself. This willingness to get her hands dirty grants her more credibility than if she were just armchair quarterbacking the experiments of others. Plus, she seems to have had fun doing it which is exhibited in the tone of her writing. Her literary voice has helped her become one of my favorite science writers and I look forward to reading more of her work in the future. If you possess a healthy sense of humor and a curiosity about our world, you will find a friend in Mary Roach.

After reading Spook, the questions remain for author and reader alike, but I sure enjoyed the journey.  I continue to ask myself "what if" and on occasion, late at night when I am exhausted, I see that spirit from beyond hovering in the corner, waiting for me to fall asleep.