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All the Crichton books depend to a certain extent on a little frisson of fear and suspense: that’s what kept you turning the pages. But a deeper source of their appeal was the author’s extravagant care in working out the clockwork mechanics of his experiments — the DNA replication in Jurassic Park, the time travel in Timeline, the submarine technology in Sphere. The novels have embedded in them little lectures or mini-seminars on, say, the Bernoulli principle, voice-recognition software or medieval jousting etiquette …

The best of the Crichton novels have about them a boys’ adventure quality. They owe something to the Saturday-afternoon movie serials that Mr. Crichton watched as a boy and to the adventure novels of Arthur Conan Doyle (from whom Mr. Crichton borrowed the title The Lost World and whose example showed that a novel could never have too many dinosaurs). These books thrive on yarn spinning, but they also take immense delight in the inner workings of things (as opposed to people, women especially), and they make the world — or the made-up world, anyway — seem boundlessly interesting. Readers come away entertained and also with the belief, not entirely illusory, that they have actually learned something.”

The New York Times


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The exciting conclusion to our discussion of Pirate Latitudes, in which the Orange Monk discusses his expectations for the novel, and evaluates whether said expectations were delivered upon; in which Mr. Crichton himself turns in his grave; and in which we rifle thru the contents of the late J.D. Salinger’s vault.

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In which I, the Orange Monk himself (I guess), approach the end of the ridiculously-readable Pirate Latitudes, by the late Michael Crichton; in which we learn various factoids about Mr. Crichton, gleaned from Wikipedia; and in which I admire previous works by him

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