Remembering Michael Crichton, Planet Earth's novelist of doom.

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Nov. 5 2008 1:49 PM

Michael Crichton, RIP

Remembering Planet Earth's novelist of doom.

Michael Crichton, the author of Jurassic Park, Rising Sun, Disclosure, and many other best-sellers, died of cancer on Tuesday. In a 2004 assessment of the writer, Bryan Curtis wrote, "When I first read Crichton at age 13, I loved the way his writing was curiously formal: He wrote about childlike subjects in a fussy, scientific way that gave them authenticity." Curtis lamented, however, that Crichton's later books bore the mark of "a political pamphleteer, a right-wing noodge." The full piece is reprinted below. In 1993, Crichton also famously predicted that "the mass media will be gone within ten years."In 2002, Jack Shafer wrote that the media had dodged Crichton's prediction, but six years later Shafer argued that the writer's forecast was looking better and better.

Who dinosaured Michael Crichton? Was it a comet or just the responsibility of being America's prophet of doom? In his new book, State of Fear, Crichton once again ascends to the pulpit to warn us of an impending horror. Like the diabolical Japanese businessmen in Rising Sun and the corporate vixen in Disclosure, these new shadowy forces, Crichton says, lurk among us, poised to wreak havoc. They're among America's fiercest enemies. They're … environmentalists.

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State of Fear is a 600-page tirade about global warming. Crichton thinks environmentalists have become overheated about the threat and have substituted demagoguery for hard science. So he unleashes a cabal of ruthless greens, who build weather machines to punish their SUV-drivin', carbon-dioxide-emittin' neighbors with a plague of hurricanes and tsunamis. For Crichton's fans, this has got to be heartbreaking: The boy-novelist who engineered a tyrannosaurus in Jurassic Park and mysterious pathogens from outer space in The Andromeda Strain has become a political pamphleteer, a right-wing noodge.

When I first read Crichton at age 13, I loved the way his writing was curiously formal: He wrote about childlike subjects in a fussy, scientific way that gave them authenticity. Crichton described his human characters as a field biologist describes a giraffe: "He was surprisingly tall, maybe a hundred and ninety centimeters, well over six feet." Crichton's marauding adventurers were invariably white men with advanced degrees—paleontologists, psychologists, lawyers. Like the professor in Tarzan of the Apes, he is devoted to the notion that gentlemen-scholars can venture into the wild and, between claps of machine-gun fire, discuss the latest report from the Royal Academy. His heroes have an elegant way of losing consciousness: "[T]here was a burst of pain in her forehead, and she saw brief stars before blackness settled over her and the rumble of thunder faded to endless silence."

Crichton styled himself as a 20th-century Renaissance man, a dabbler in all the fine arts. After graduating medical school at Harvard, he became, at various turns, a novelist, film director (Westworld, Coma), screenwriter (Jurassic Park), TV series creator (ER),  futurist, and author of a monograph about  Jasper Johns. Crichton deftly juggled all these things, and success came fast and easy. In Travels, a 1988 memoir, he wrote about his first midlife crisis: "I had gradated from Harvard, taught at Cambridge University, climbed the Great Pyramid, earned a medical degree, married and divorced, been a postdoctoral fellow at the Salk Institute, published two bestselling novels, and now made a movie. And I had abruptly run out of goals for myself." Crichton was 30 years old.

He eventually gave up movies and solidified his niche as a thriller writer whose books often crept onto the top-10 lists. But Chricton's books have suffered as his right-leaning politics have come to the fore. Titles like Rising SunDisclosure, and Airframe (about the mendacity of the electronic media) were naked political screeds designed to land him on the op-ed page.

To understand how Crichton stumbled, it's instructive to compare him to two past masters of suspense fiction: Arthur Conan Doyle (whom Crichton celebrates in Rising Sun) and H. Rider Haggard (whose King Solomon's Mines is a model for Crichton's safari book Congo). Doyle and Haggard opened their most famous novels by setting loose a familiar hero (Sherlock Holmes and Allan Quatermain) on a mystery or quest, complete with new enemies and a cast of supporting players. The joy of reading Doyle and Haggard is to enjoy the conventions and watch the authors sweat to provide inventive variations on a theme. Which clue will Holmes seize upon to crack the case? Upon which corner of Africa will Quatermain inflict his colonialist brio?

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