As their Book of the Week recently, the iBookstore featured the new Michael Crichton novel called Micro. Except, it’s not really a fully baked Crichton book. I’m a massive Michael fan, Timeline is one of my favourite books of all time. Some of his later works turned out to be a bit hard work, but Jurassic Park, Congo and Sphere are all great pieces.
I was very sad when he died and paid tribute to his back catalogue, before finding a new book of his - Pirate Latitudes. This one was practically finished and just had yet to be published before he died, so although I felt a bit weird reading it, it was understandable.
Micro, however, is stepping over a completely different line. They’ve found one-third of the novel written, along with research and notes and they’ve brought in another writer to finish off the work. Aside from the fact that this means only the idea and a small portion of the text is Crichton’s, it also makes me very uncomfortable to think of his drafted words becoming public. I would absolutely hate for any of my drafts, notes or ideas to be published whether I was alive to see it or not. Writing is such a personal thing, to not be able to give it the final approval is a huge deal.
I can’t bring myself to read this one, it seems wrong in every way - just a means of making more money off the back of Crichton’s name.