1)There aren’t too many writers working today who will be read fifty or a hundred years from now.
Stephen King will: Much as we do with Dickens and mid-19th C. England, future readers will accept King’s divorced families and demon-haunted bric-a-brac as the true stuff of late-2oth C. American life.
Probably John LeCarre -- what was the Great Game like? -- and definitely Michael Crichton, who passed away this week.
Who’ll get ten-year-old boys interested in science now?
2) My favorite Crichton book has no science in it, actually.
It’s Grave Descend, originally published when Crichton was a student at Harvard Medical School and credited to John Lange. It was reprinted last year by Hard Case Crime.
It's a bare-bones page-turner, with an irresistible premise: Our hero is a diver, hired by shady type to find out why a yacht sank. He soon discovers the yacht has not sank...yet.
If I’d read this when I was ten, it would’ve been my favorite book in the entire world.
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