by Michael Crichton (2006). Crichton has turned into a cynic – every character in this novel about human-animal chimera and the academic/biotechnology establishment – is a sleaze ball driven by lust, publicity, or greed. I think he’s been living to long in La-La land; I can’t recommend the book. Crichton does not have a feel for what drives academic scientists. He is right, though, about the deleterious effects of granting patents on genes.