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Lädt ... Indiana Jones and the Dinosaur Eggs (1996. Auflage)von Max McCoy
Werk-InformationenIndiana Jones und die Brut des Sauriers. von Max McCoy
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Fresh from a ride on a Nazi submarine, Indiana Jones is persuaded by a beautiful missionary to search for her missing father in Mongolia. Professor Angus Starbuck has discovered a dinosaur bone in the Gobi Desert. But unlike other such discoveries, this bone isn’t ancient! As Indy crosses from China through a treacherous mountain pass into Outer Mongolia, he runs afoul of the region’s fiercest warlords. Meanwhile, the world’s last innocent people, dwelling in a Stone Age paradise, are poised on the brink of destruction. Suddenly Indiana Jones is dueling wild dogs and bloodthirsty killers in a desperate effort to save the most historic discovery of the twentieth century: the last living triceratops! Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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Accepting this, then, the reader settles down for a routine Indiana Jones thrill, and that's what they get. The MacGuffin is an interesting one: the prospect of live dinosaurs in unexplored Mongolia, and of a 'missing link' tribe of Stone Age humans. It is, in essence, an agreeable and simplified mix of Lost Horizon and Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World. Even allowing for the obligatory skirmish with the Nazis in the bookend chapters, Dinosaur Eggs felt like something other than just a rehash of standard Indiana Jones tropes. Hypervigilant fans will nit-pick that Indy doesn't always seem like the Indy we know and love, but I quite liked how fresh it all felt.
Having said that, it is the least of the three Indy novels by Max McCoy that I've read (I've yet to open Secret of the Sphinx). It's a disappointment that Indy doesn't have to do much (if anything) in the way of puzzle-solving or questing; he only has to journey to a place, fight, then journey back. On my shelf, Dinosaur Eggs is noticeably slimmer than the other McCoy novels: it rushes through its plot, its character conflicts and its resolutions to Indy's predicaments. The storytelling is a bit artless: any tension is bled out by its hastiness, and we aren't allowed to pause even for a moment to savour the wonder at the 'lost world' Indy discovers.
But, in the end, any flaws in the book are easily forgiven, because it's an Indiana Jones book. You could just write the sentence "It's an Indiana Jones adventure" and have covered all the necessary bases for a review. To people thinking about reading this, the quality almost doesn't matter. You'll read Indiana Jones and the Dinosaur Eggs only if you have an itch to scratch – and this it satisfies. ( )