Gee, I can't wait until I'm a mega-famous NYT bestseller so I can spout my views about a volatile issue, get criticized for it, and respond by fictionalizing my criticizers as truly heinous characters in my books. Thanks, Michael Crichton. You've taught me a lot about the industry. How you can stop writing good fiction for the sake of movies. How you can stop writing good fiction for the sake of theme-bludgeoning. How you can stop writing good fiction and still earn crap loads of money. How you can stop writing good fiction and fling mud at a critic my making them a child rapist in your next novel.
Via John Joseph Adams, who links to the affair while getting a jab into Crichton that the author has become boring and pedantic. This is what I discovered with Prey and will never read another Crichton book because of it.