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I had been boycotting Michael Crichton since his unhelpful muddying of the waters of the climate change "debate" in his next-to-last novel which included a personal message to his readers that he didn't believe the issues were really human related at all. Read the IPCC report, you ignoramus. However, I was stuck in an airport in San Juan, Puerto Rico, having finished every novel in my bag and with the prospect of 12 hours of airplanes and airports ahead. The novel selection in the airport shop was a single shelf of chick lit and Clive Cusslers. I was desperate. His newest hobbyhorse is genetics and the story, if you could call it that, is light window dressing for sociopolitical railery. He should have stuck to dinosaurs, not that the pseudoscientific scaffolding that Jurassic Park hung upon was any better, but at least we weren't subjected to his personal views to such an enfuriating degree. I don't disagree that genetics, gene therapy, and copywriting of particular genes are bringing up some worrying issues but I don't need them pointed out to me by some hack writer in the guise of a novel. Mr. Crichton is a conspiracy theorist and the conspiracy is made up of SCIENTISTS. Don't even get me started on his Astrobiology book.