THE ICEMEN by M.E. Morris

THE ICEMEN

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Nazis infest the bottom of the globe in this glacially slow thriller from the author of Alpha Bug. In Argentina, a group of Nazi war criminals led by the redoubtable Martin Bormann (he of the ""wrinkled yellow skin"") plan to colonize a remote area of Antarctica. In the Middle East, Arab terrorists negotiate to purchase a deadly biological weapon from the Nazis for a half a billion dollars. While these plot lines snail their way together, handsome Marc Bradford and his gorgeous sidekick, Lt. Sheila ""Frosty"" Kohn (""the raven-haired aviatrix fit into a flight suit like it was painted on""), fly their elite US Navy squadron to Antarctica, with scenic stopovers in Hawaii and New Zealand. Once on the White Continent, Morris cranks up his snowmaking machine--but only white plastic comes out. Feisty Frosty shows her mettle by bullying a sexist reporter; an Israeli Nazi-hunter turns up, as does a KGB agent; Frosty survives a helicopter crash only to be taken prisoner by the Nazis; the KGB man poisons the Nazi-hunter ""to sow discord""; the Nazis use Frosty as a human guinea pig to test a vaccine for their deadly bug; Bradford and the KGB defeat the Nazis in a gunfight at the Ice-Caked Corral; Frosty flies again (""Way to go, Frosty, thought Marc with a smile""). Lots of aviation hardware and Navy j argon will please military fiction fans, and the Antarctic locale has a fierce allure (just barely visible through Morris' technoprose). But the characters are about as animated as a flock of stuffed penguins, and the bloodless plot offers nothing beyond a rehashed premise (Return of the Nazi Hordes), predictable twists, and filmsy excuses for picture-postcard scenery. Recommended only if Antarctica is in your travel plans this year.

Pub Date: Sept. 1st, 1988
Publisher: Presidio