
John Wyndham - The Kraken Wakes
John Wyndham
1953, 240 pages
What would humans do if the deepest parts of our oceans were invaded by an intelligent alien species, who made our lives more difficult through a policy of sinking ships that encroach on their territory? Well, if it was the 1950s, the western world would blame the Russians, and the Russians would blame the rest of the world. There would be lots of squabbling about lost shipping routes, lots of fear of an invader you can’t see or even reach. There would be boring parts about working for a new syndicate that was not the BBC, and if the main character’s last name was Watson, there would be a bad and often-repeated Sherlock Holmes joke that the reader grew to dislike almost as much as the narrator. It wasn’t until the sea creatures built tanks and starting attacking the coasts that this book got close to interesting, and it didn’t get to actually interesting until the sea creatures melted the polar ice caps. That was kind of badass.
It’s hard to make a book interesting when it is about the troubles of the shipping industry due to a threat that cannot be seen, or indeed, even fully comprehended. Wyndham almost succeeds. I was expecting more from the author of other books I’ve completely loved, and though this book was good, it wasn’t great. I would place it below The Chrysalids on my Wyndham Awesomeness List, which is something I just made up.
One last thing: the ending was totally weak.



