Max Pemberton's 'The House Under the Sea' is a classic adventure novel that takes readers on a thrilling journey through the mysterious depths of the ocean. Set in the late 19th century, the book follows the protagonist as he embarks on a perilous expedition to a sunken house under the sea, filled with secrets and treasures waiting to be discovered. Pemberton's descriptive and captivating prose immerses readers in a world of suspense and excitement, reminiscent of the adventure novels of Jules Verne and H.G. Wells. The novel's blend of mystery, suspense, and exploration makes it a compelling read for fans of the adventure genre. Max Pemberton, a prolific British author and journalist during the Victorian era, had a deep fascination with adventure and exploration, which is reflected in 'The House Under the Sea'. His background in journalism and firsthand experiences with various expeditions likely inspired the novel's vivid and realistic portrayal of underwater adventures. Readers interested in historical adventure novels with a touch of mystery and suspense will thoroughly enjoy 'The House Under the Sea'. Pemberton's engaging storytelling and intricate plot twists make this a timeless classic that continues to captivate audiences across generations.
Autorentext
Max Pemberton (1863-1950) was a popular English novelist, working mainly in the adventure and mystery genres. Pemberton was member of a criminology literary society known as 'Our Society' along with eleven other notable members including Bertram Fletcher Robinson and Arthur Conan Doyle.
Zusammenfassung
The House Under the Sea is an adventure tale set in the Pacific ocean and told by Jasper Begg, veteran sailor who has spent some fifteen years on the ocean. Jasper tells the story of the infamous Ken's Island, the most fearsome place he came across during his marine life.Excerpt:"He indicated the distant reef, which seemed, as I bear witness, ablaze with lights. And not only the reef, mark you, but the sea about it, a cable's length, it may be, to the north and the south, shone like a pool of fire, yellow and golden, and sometimes with a rare and beautiful green light when the darkness deepened. Such a spectacle I shall never see again if I sail a thousand ships! That luscious green of the rolling seas, the spindrift tossed in crystals of light, foam running on the rocks, but foam like the water of jewels, a dazzling radianceaye, a very carpet of quivering gold. Of this had they made the northern channel. How it was done, what cleverness worked it, it needed greater brains than mine to say. I was for all the world like a man struck dumb with the beauty of something which pleases and awes him in the same breath. We were just a little frightened group that stared open-mouthed upon a seeming miracle. If we regarded the things we saw with a seaman's reverence, let no one make complaint of that. The spectacle was one to awe any man; nor might we forget that those who appeared to live below the sea lived there, as Ruth Bellenden had told us, because the island was a death-trap. We were in the trap and none to show us the road out."