Since the beginning I was in shock amalgamated with happiness since the style and mood of the novel was astonishing good. I went to the bookstore and this one was the first book that I checked and after reading the premise, I found it promising. So, my next novel had to be by Michael Crichton!
Tropes show how literature is conceptualized and created and which mixture of elements makes works and genres unique:īack in 1993, after reading Jurassic Park (see review of that book HERE), I was like in Crichton-mode actived! ) I especially have to laugh about the „psychological thriller“ argument that was used to sell it, because Crichton's characterization and dialogues are so terrible in this one. Possibly, in its time, when there were not much of similar techno- and science-thriller works with Sci-Fi elements for a broader audience, it could have been seen as not so bad because of a lack of alternatives, but especially compared with what today's genre writers produce on a yearly basis and very high level, it sucks. It tried to be mindfu**ing, but the realization was poor. Some seem to see some kind of deeper philosophical meaning in this one, especially towards the end with something one could call a subtle plot twist, but to me, it was a too constructed, not well designed novel. I still remember how boredom and disappointment grew, after the first few chapters showed the setting and some suspense was built up and then it got lengthy and neither the psychological inner character plot nor the other big mystery plot made much fun or sense, especially because the logic of motivations and thinking capacities and abilities of the protagonists were… average. Very much yada yada, humanities vs natural sciences and a wasted plot idea with far too less action and twists.
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