Word: andromeda
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...novelist that Crichton was best known. He wrote two dozen thrillers, including The Andromeda Strain, Congo, Sphere and Jurassic Park, that collectively sold over 150 million copies. (A new one, its title and subject matter still unannounced, is slated for publication in December.) Crichton was never a literary stylist, but his skills as a storyteller were enormous. His plots have a crystalline perfection that has been much-copied, by The Da Vinci Code's Dan Brown among many others, and his sense of pacing and his ability to weave diverse plot strands into an elegant braided whole are virtually unmatched...
Michael Crichton has made an excellent literary career scaring us about what will happen when our brains outpace our souls. In best sellers from the Andromeda Strain to Jurassic Park to his latest book out today, Next ("Welcome to our genetic world," says the teaser. "Fast, furious and out of control"), Crichton has for years been stoking the private ethics conversation that we are so clumsy at conducting in public...
...Michael Crichton's early stuff especially, like Case of Need, which he wrote while he was in medical school, and then The Andromeda Strain, of course, were big influences. I think anybody who is writing in the genre owes a lot to Robin Cook and especially to Coma. Actually, before I started writing Isolation Ward, I was reading a lot of Chandler and Hammett and tried to bring sort of a noir sense to Isolation Ward. I kind of wanted to craft a noir architecture on to a medical thriller, so they were big influences. In terms of voice, Nelson...
...other night I saw the comet. It was spectacular. I also observed Jupiter and its moons, the nebula stars in Orion's saber, the Pleiades and the Andromeda nebula. I was entranced and mystified. Lee Anne Miles Martinsville...
...felt like the doctor in The Andromeda Strain; the clock was outracing me. I went to my e-mail program, clicked on File, then selected Work Offline. That, I assumed, would cordon me off from the Net and keep me from spreading the bug while I figured out how to get rid of it. Next I checked my Out box. Argh! Sixty-five messages were queued up, waiting to be sent to my friends. Each was from me. Each bore the subject line "Homepage." Each had a file attached, as doom-laden as a warhead...