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I saw on Drudge that Michael Crichton has died.  A shame, since I think he was the best of the multi-blockbuster-best-seller authors.  (You can argue whether JK Rowling fits in that designation, but as entertaining as her books are, the writing is not exactly Shakespeare.)  Crichton may not have been Shakespeare either, but I think his stuff was tightly crafted and creative.  Interesting that so few of the movies based on his books turned out well.  I think you could argue that’s because the way that the movies oversimplified the science knocked out the foundations of the story.  It’s a common misconception that Crichton became anti-environment in his later work, but when you read his stuff, you see that his issue is more with the industry of environmental grievance and naïve and ill-informed Learjet environmentalists.  Frankly, I would love to become such a successful author that I could devote several of my books to making fun of the people that irritate the hell out of me.