
Michael Crichton has a headful of very odd notions -- thus the title slug. And how do I know this? Oh ma-a-a-an! Where to begin? I recently decided to take a break from the thorny issues and undecidable conundrums of the book I'm working on -- or at least thinking about more than trivially in the background -- and relax with a morally simplistic techno-thriller by master-of-the-form Michael Crichton. The book is his latest,
State of Fear. I picked up
the unabridged audio edition on 16 CDs so I wouldn't even have to move my eyes -- or lips. A little needed respite, I thought, from my sometimes too-heady explorations into the dark interior of
HighBeam Research,
Amazon and the tiresome political posturings of the wool-dyed web. But far from the refreshing escapist vacation I thought I'd purchased, I discovered (too late to return it) that the book was in fact an endless neocon harangue on the dangers of believing anything you've ever heard about the dangers of global warming.
As Publishers Weekly notes (paraphrasing broadly here), if Crichton's right -- and he offers all sorts of purported evidence -- then all bets are off with respect to predictions of beachfront property values in Ohio and Nevada. But environmentalists aren't rolling over quite so easily. The Audobon-bon Society ran a review of the book titled Pulp Fiction that credibly debates the credibility of State of Fear while still giving the author his due. It quotes him, for instance, as saying "Environmentalism seems to be the religion of choice for urban atheists" -- a line I'd be more than proud to claim as my own, had I but been smart enough to dream it up.
A scientific site called realclimate.org published a piece titled Michael Crichton's State of Confusion, the focus of which speaks for itself. As to the substance of the article, if you were planning an attempt to sort out its arguments, you might want to first consider completing that Ph.D. in geophysics you've been putting off. And that's the real problem with real climate -- and many other similar debates that depend for any hope of resolution on hugely abstruse technical data, on "the meaning" of which there is, naturally (or even unnaturally), no prefab consensus.
But who knows? Maybe that's just me. The realclimate article appends plenty of pushback and corroborative commentary by the usual cast of both brilliant and knee-jerker autodidact net-heads.
Unsurprisingly, National Review pipes up in Crichton's behalf, opening its review by gleefully offering: "If you want to see what an apoplectic fit looks like in print, check out Michiko Kakutani's review/denunciation in the New York Times of State of Fear, the latest book from Michael Crichton." Also unsurprising is the title of the Times review: Beware! Tree-Huggers Plot Evil to Save World.
from: Global warning
State of Fear book review by Andrew Stuttaford
source: National Review, 28 February 2005
via:
HighBeam™ Research
[after describing the savaging Crichton's book took at the hands of Ms. Kakutani...]
At this point, wiser, calmer readers will suspect that a book that attracts that sort of condemnation in the pages of the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times (reassuringly, The New Yorker didn't like it either) must be really, really good. The wiser, calmer readers will be right. It is.
btw, the
Times review appeared on December 13, less than two weeks before the most devastating tsunami in memory. Could Crichton have had an eco-terrorist or two working in the background to maximize the effectiveness of his book tour? Or is God just on his side? These tastelessly tongue-in-cheek questions are begged by the specifics of this subject matter. If you haven't read the book yet, you'll have to take my word for it. Meanwhile, let's hear what "the Left" (it is to laugh; or cry) had to say:
from: A review of Michael Crichton's new book "State of Fear"
by Melissa Block
source: All Things Considered (NPR), 7 December 2004
via:
HighBeam™ Research
Throwing out the conventional wisdom about global warming, Michael Crichton gives us a 600-page page-burner. It dramatizes the plight of post-Cold War globalized society in which we're all lied to and manipulated by something one of the characters dubs the PLM, the politico-legal-media complex....
[it is from the condition resulting from this seriously right-on concept of social control that the name of the book derives.]
The novel itself even survives near-death from the footnotes and charts that are copiously sprinkled throughout the story to corroborate the science spouted by some of the characters. Despite all of Crichton's scholarship, the novel never reads like a tract. Tracts exposing global falsehood don't usually keep you reading for 600 lightning-filled pages or give you scenes in which muddle-headed liberal matinee idols are eaten by Pacific island cannibals.

Was that really NPR talking about muddle-headed liberals? Wait a sec. I better recheck the URL... No, that's right. Oh well. As for the cannibals, that scene puts King Kong and Fay Wray to shame for sheer pulse-pounding bodice-ripping racism. Oooga booga!
But forget all that. That's just the entertainment portion of the program, folks. The Audobon article mentioned above concludes, as will I, with the following pithy quote:
"Perceiving the truth has always been a challenge to mankind, but in the information age (or as I think of it, the disinformation age) it takes on a special urgency and importance. Because in the end, science offers us the only way out of politics. And if we allow science to become politicized, then we are lost."
To find out who said this, you gotta
read the piece. It'd be a spoiler if I revealed the exciting ending.