That case can be said of the former where the movie made the book which in turn made the author a household name in the genre. Jurassic Park and Sphere were next reads from college highly influenced by their movie adaptations. I don’t know if the book’s all about that, but I do know that this one begs for a reread. Later, I would find out it’s sort of a fictionalized appraisal how Japanese do their business dealings in America.
I remember breezing through this one urged by that simple instinct to know the killer without even pausing to think what all those Japanese mumbo-jumbo and culture references meant. Borrowed from a senior high school classmate who brought it one day (I have no idea why), Rising Sun is a murder mystery. My second Crichton, though not strictly belonging to the sci-fi field, is an interesting page turner too. The book was just filled with so much fond memories recalling it now I think it was one of the books I first bought from Booksale (my baptism of fire that used book shops exists) in their (now closed) Isetann branch for P35 (the money in question I nicked from my PUP college examination fee). This, coupled with my interest in Biology from the previous school year, the mystery of a long, undiscovered civilization in the heart of the jungle of Congo, the nifty gadgets that Crichton featured and a priced precious stone so desired by the parties involved - not only by the value it could've fetched in the market but also by its unusual industrial capabilities - made me turn the pages all too quickly. Monkeys it didn’t have, but gorillas - and talking gorillas at that! I was just so amused by the ingenuity that there’s this machine that could make animals talk by simple hand gestures.
What made me pick me the book is this vague idea that’s it’s something about monkeys from a film of the same title, if I’m not mistaken then. I still remember the day I borrowed Congo from the high school library during my junior year. Wells, I forever owe my first real taste of science fiction to Michael Crichton - long before I was even made aware that such a classification exists - and perhaps, as I think of it now, even more. Where others credit classic writers like Jules Verne and H. (A Book Review of Michael Crichton’s The Andromeda Strain)
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