Ian Malcolm, that quirky mathematician, probably had the greatest influence on me than any other character in books and movies. Because of him I have officially subscribed to chaos, make snide sarcastic remarks, flirt with paleobotanists, and flash around my leather jacket while fidgeting my spectacles, stuttering to communicate the profound observations that fly over the heads of my listeners. Ok not really, I’m just a wannabee, but the rockstar-genius was an aspiration of mine for a time.
Jurassic Park, for anyone living on Mars who hasn’t seen or read it, is an action-packed thriller that pits human inspectors and specialists against genetically engineered dinosaurs. The park is designed to contain these ghosts of Earthly past, but things get out of hand quickly when a tropical storm makes Malcolm’s prediction come true. Crichton’s style is meant to be suspenseful, so don’t expect any groundbreaking literature here, just a whole lot of blood and guts, fun sci-fi, nerds turned action-heroes, and things with sharp teeth.
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