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It was an unprovoked attack, a deliberate act of aggression. When Vice Admiral Mike Brannon of the US Navy received word that the wreck of the Sharkfin had been found, with a gaping hole in its stern, he could only conclude that the Soviets had, without warning, attacked and destroyed a US nuclear submarine. He could not let the incident pass without retaliation. Yet whatever steps he took, he risked leading the two superpowers into a state of war. If he informed the president, it might take weeks for Congress to take action - too long. Whatever response was to be made, it had to be made decisively and immediately. Harry Homewood presents a novel of mounting tension, a story of today's naval superpowers locked in a deadly battle that brings an unknowing world to the brink of nuclear holocaust.

©1982 Harry Homewood (P)2017 Tantor

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  • Greg
  • 25-08-2017

Not Much Submarine Action

Would you say that listening to this book was time well-spent? Why or why not?

Not really. I expected to hear a story about submarine combat, but instead got global politics and palace intrigues.

What was your reaction to the ending? (No spoilers please!)

Was that IT?

Any additional comments?

Harry Homewood's WW2 sub books are worthy, unlike this one.

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  • John Thurston
  • 21-04-2017

Molasses During a Cold Winter

Boston is still said to smell of the viscous liquid spilled when a huge molasses storage tank disintegrated near Boston Garden's future site..
I think I whiffed it those few times I was able to attend hockey games there , blood also fell on the ice as masks were not required of goalies then.

I don't think these have much to do with the book, which was good, but what could a young boy make of these vague portents?