I hadn't read any books by this author for many years and this was a departure from the horror tales which made his name. Published in 1992, it concerns climate change and environmental degradation so comes across as prescient in 2023.

It opens intriguingly with a strange light seen just prior to natural disasters (the portent of the title). This thread continues to be interwoven between a narrative that follows the protagonist, James Rivers, a climatologist who is, practically speaking, the sole survivor of a plane crash. (The other two survivors are incapacitated.) The plane was being flown into the eye of a hurricane to take measurements as part of an ongoing investigation into climate change, but the storm behaved uncharacteristically just after Rivers saw the strange light near the plane.

Months after the accident, Rivers is struggling with a painful leg injury and pressure from his bosses at the Meteorological Office in London to come up with a cast iron explanation for the random natural disasters besetting the planet and a way to predict them. Given that these include earthquakes, tsunamis, forest fires and volcanic eruptions it's a pretty tall order. Then he is approached by Hugo Poggs, a scientist discredited due to his environmental theories, concerning Poggs' idea about Earth as a living being. Rivers resists the other man's persuasion yet begins to be drawn into Poggs' family. This includes a budding romance with Diane, Poggs' widowed daughter-in-law, and a bond with her adopted twins, Eva and Joshua, who demonstrate psychic powers. This is played out against a background of escalating worldwide disasters.

I didn't find Rivers or any of the other main characters involving. Some of the minor characters seen in vignettes set in other countries, where disasters are about to occur, are more vividly realised, such as the young boy in India, forced to labour at breaking up batteries for their raw materials, but unfortunately such characters are soon killed off.

Important aspects were muddled - the light or lights (there were multiple ones sometimes), appeared to cause the disasters and be evil. In two cases, one early in the book, they set trees alight and cause major forest fires. If this was meant to be the planet trying to save itself from human abuse it didn't make sense that it was harming itself more. Quite a way into the book, a villain is introduced who worships Mother Earth and wants to hasten the end of humanity but the character doesn't seem to be responsible for the actual disasters. She only exerts mind control over special children like the twins. Eventually she takes steps to harm them physically but as there are apparently thousands of such children worldwide in a spiritual network, it's hard to see why she goes after Eva and Joshua rather than attacking those in her own country first. It doesn't seem credible that there aren't any in the USA where she lives. And it's not clear what she wants to achieve: she is jealous of their power but they aren't actively doing anything apart from playing with the other gifted children in dreams or visions. It would make more sense if they were trying to prevent some of the disasters and heal the Earth.

The book doesn't appear to have been reprinted since 2011 and given the portrayal of characters of various ethnicities, especially the villain, that isn't surprising. There is also the oddity of Eva and Joshua being ' gypsies ', a term not acceptable nowadays, because the stereotype of Roma and other travelling people having uncanny abilities isn't required given that children all over the world are supposed to have the same powers.

The only horror aspect is provided by graphic accounts of people expiring in various nasty ways during the various catastrophes, and a gratuitous scene of the villain murdering a sexual partner. Personally, I would have found it far more effective if the villain had been physically attractive and the book had completely avoided the "voodoo mama" racist vibe and had instead made more of this person's hatred of the human race and therefore ultimately of herself.

The book throws in the kitchen sink by having not only this rather shoehorned in villain but the whole psychic aspect, which takes over in the final third/three quarters. In my opinion, it derails what would otherwise be an interesting story set in a quite well realised near future (relative to when it was published). For example, permits have been introduced by law, so that people can only commute into London by car on alternate weeks, and traffic lights in London indicate how long before they will change so motorists have to switch off their engines. There are some misfires such as wall-mounted phones which allow people to speak hands free - odd since mobile phones were being adopted more widely in the early nineties especially for business. But if it had been a straight science fiction dystopia, it would have been much better in my opinion.

To cap it all, the final explanation near the end, of what really lies behind the crisis doesn't make sense, even after going back to re-read it after finishing the book. For me, the conclusion descends into melodrama. So altogether a disappointing 'OK' 2 stars. ( )

I'm now 18 books into Herbert's 23 print novels. And all I'm thinking at this point is...

Well, this was a freaking mess, wasn't it?

I know Herbert can go really off course in his horror, and I know he loves to throw in a new character with an elaborate five-page backstory, only to kill them off on the sixth page. I also know that, for the last few books, I've felt that Herbert had pretty much played out all his good stories, then his average stories, and was now plundering the mediocre thoughts that crossed his mind enough to mash into some semblance of a story.

Not necessarily a coherent story, mind you. But a story. Because, I think, by this time, anyone who'd read him with any frequency might just buy him on name recognition alone.

This is, I guess, ecological horror. But with an incredibly thin story, Herbert had to pad it out with...well...something...so he throws in a voodoo woman with muddy motivations, and a couple of kids with, depending on the chapter, supernatural or godlike powers. He, of course, has to throw in the romance angle too. And finally...more padding...lots and lots of padding of various ecological disasters from the point of view of a single, overdescribed character (including one that—I'm not kidding—has sex with a tree).

Normally, I'd say I'm done with Herbert, but there's two things keeping me going to finish his bibliography.

The first is, I only have five more books left.

The second is, surely to god it can't get any worse than this train wreck. ( )

I believe I have read this book once before. I couldn't remember...perhaps that should have told me something.....this book isn't very memorable, its definitely not one of Herbert's better offerings.

The plot is ambiguous and the story plods along, rather uninterestingly, at several points. The most interesting part of this book is the apparent amount of geographical research that went into its creation.

The characters are very one dimensional and lackluster, the scenes are overly descriptive, there is no real climax, and the conclusion, when finally reached, is over quickly.

This book took me WAY longer to finish than it should have, than it normally would have. To be fair, I'm recovering from covid and the brain fog is legit.....that said, it just wasn't very riveting. I'm extremely happy to be finally done with it.

Unfortunately, this review is rather harsh because there really wasn't anything I liked about this one. ( )

A living worldwide nightmare is born. Signs are everywhere, extreme powers are about to be unleashed. Something rather dark is about to happen. Is the Earth in its death throes? For those who love Dystopia with a hint of horror. ( )

Wow I was reading this book, when it really happened! Gaia story, living earth, natural disasters all man made, and here we are destroying the ozone changing the weather. As I was reading about floods..I was listening to the news about our floods, listening to storms....spooky!
Of course James Herbert always tells a good tale. ( )