Although physician Michael Crichton previously published several pseudonymous novels, The Andromeda Strain was his first bestseller, and the storytelling élan it displayed would inform nearly four decades of inventive, often medically or scientifically minded thrillers. The combination of cutting-edge science and sheer narrative bravado breeds a kind of terror of discovery that puts his best efforts firmly in the lineage of H. G. Wells’s The Time Machine or Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Lost World (a title Crichton would borrow for his prequel to Jurassic Park). In a word, they’re unputdownable.
This book scared the pants off me but I could not put it down! I read several of his other works, but none kept me up at night like Andromeda Strain. I loved the movie, too, and I still long for a machine that will laser all the hair on my body to ash in a few seconds.
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