Courtesy of TPM, I see that Michael Crichton continues to move deeper and deeper into nutsville.
First, there was his effort to join forces with the Bush White House in insisting that the whole global warming scare is a hoax perpetrated by Wavy Gravy and the Sunshine Freakout Squad and their unwashed hippie allies in the godless, liberal scientific community.
Taken to task for that lunacy, Crichton has decided to strike back at one of his critics with all the nuance and subtlety of a three-year-old. I couldn't decide what to exceprt, so you should just go read the whole thing. His petulent tantrum makes the president look well-adjusted.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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That's . . . bizarre.
Kind of at a loss on this one.
I just read the whole TNR piece, and it's just insane.
Also, I was saddened to see that they had the same title for the original post as mine here. And I thought I was all smartlike.
I'm putting this one in the MichaelRichards-esque category.
Dude definitely lost my respect, and I've enjoyed most of his books (except they all have really lame endings). Yeah, has a Kramer feel to it.
As far as the Time's claim that Cricton's popularity is both for his books and his movies, have they even seen Congo? How about Andromeda Strain?
Wow. Crichton just locked up Dick of the Week. And is making a late bid at Dick of the Year (timing is everything)...
No, sorry, but this is much, much worse than Kramer. That was a spur-of-the-moment bit of assholery, while this was premeditated and a long time coming.
For that bit of sliming to make it into the book, Crichton had to (1) decide to strike, (2) write it up, (3) mail it off to his agent, publisher, etc., (4) review the press's edit and make his own review, (5) decide it was still fine and send it back. This process probably took a year, or at least many months.
This is an act of revenge set in motion a long time ago. It's like a literary version of Oldboy.
WestTurd. Well played, Norb.
That's comedy gold, Jerry! Gold!
True enough, OM.
This is definitely a crime in the 1st degree.
I was comparing it to Richards in the bat-shit crazy sense.
"In lieu of a letter to the editor, Crichton had fictionalized me as a child rapist. And, perhaps worse, falsely branded me a pharmaceutical-industry profiteer."
That had me laughing so hard, I forgot how to spell ROTFLOL!
I wouldn't believe this if I hadn't seen it. Beyond being nasty, Crichton must be a mental case. The kind who ends up shooting someone who cut him off in traffic.
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