Jurassic Park is certainly one of the more famous works of the late Michael Crichton and deserves the accolades. It probably didn’t all of the movie sequels, but this is the book that started it all.
Dinosaur DNA has been used to populate an isolated island with the intention of opening a most unusual amusement park. There have been strange animal attacks, and Alan Grant, a noted paleontologist, is summoned by the founder of the Jurassic Park to give his opinion and endorsement of the endeavor. Of course, the dinosaurs breach their confinements, and the chase is on. Grant finds himself responsible for keeping two children safe from the unleashed creatures from a long-gone era.
This was a fun read. Crichton does like to display the fruits his research for this story. Sometimes the technical exposition can slow the story down but not to any real intolerable degree,.
The founder’s grandchildren are separated from the group and need to be found. Their bickering was a little distracting at times, and their characters could have been fleshed out a little better.
Crichton was undoubtedly a talented and imaginative writer. The dinosaur attacks were vividly and somewhat gruesomely presernted.
The popularity of this novel is quite deserved, and it’s a little irksome that it took me much longer than necessary to finally get to it.
It’s time for a little change of pace in my literary indulgence as I pull up a chair to a Table for Two, an anthology from Amor Towles.
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