I have no problem proclaiming my love and adoration of the late, great Michael Crichton. Where he has always lacked in characterization and crafting language, he has always told big stories with big ideas. He was first and foremost an ideas man, and much like Jules Verne 150 years earlier, the concepts took center stage while characters and whatnot hung back in the shadows, only peeking out when necessary to the plot.
This is probably my least favorite Crichton novel, and I've read them all (excluding Pirate Latitudes, his other posthuumous release, which I will read next).
For the first 100 pages, I had considerable trouble even remembering who was who in the book. There were seven or eight grad students who end up in the micro-world of Hawaii, and all of them were virtually interchangeable (except for Rick Hutter, whose spiteful attitude anyone could remember). I was also put off by the over-the-top cartoon villain quality of the novel's protagonist Vin Drake. His motivations and modus operandi are among the stupidest things I have recently encountered in a novel. I found his character ridiculous, and (SPOILER) his eventual demise left me quite dissatisfied and wanting more. This man's crimes were poorly planned, ludicrous, and illogical. How the hell did he even get the kids into the magnet room in the first place? Absurd.
There are also some pretty big lapses in logic. I don't need to get into all of them, but they are apparent when you're reading. Further, when someone dies (as they are apt to do in this frightening landscape), no feelings really come out of it, because I wasn't sure who was dying at times, and others I just didn't care. In Crichton's other books this is also a problem, but never more so than here. In fact, in his other novels, you could feel a palpable terror when reading some passages. I found the squid scenes in "Sphere" terrifying, the dangers of the Congo in, well, "Congo" to be spine-tingling, and the dinosaur attacks in the "Park" books riveting. Here, I found a lot of the narration just annoying, and instead of sitting on the edge of my seat, I was fighting the urge to stop reading such a poorly written narrative.
The writing is lazy here. Too many adverbs in the quote tags, too many unnecessary uses of "and" in the lists, redundant vocabulary, poor syntax. This is the English teacher in me speaking, but I am sure any intelligent reader will take notice. Some of the work here is reminiscent of old classmates I had back in college, whose work sucked out loud, and who never deserved to be published. And never were.
So why the two stars, and not one? Well...I love Michael Crichton, and have always considered him a fascinating writer who loved spinning a good high-adventure yarn. Despite the fact Preston finished this one, I still don't want to bash the dead too much. The other reason is, I would only give a one-star reviiew to a book I didn't finish. I finished this, because I just had to see where it was going. I saw that finish line...and I was disappointed, through and through.