Crichton, as he deserves
RealClimate rips into that anti-science schlockmeister, Michael Crichton. Crichton has written a new book (fiction, of course) in which the villain uses global warming hype to aid terrorists, somehow, and the book apparently argues that global warming is a non-issue...despite the author having visited real climatology labs that explained how it was a genuine problem. Crichton has always had a nasty science-hatin' strain running through his books, so it's good to see him getting slammed for it; one of the things that bugs me about him, too, is that he has a reputation as a science writer, when his books are typically Luddite screeds about the future horrors science will bring down upon us.
I haven't read the book, I'm afraid, and am not planning to. I have a grudge against Crichton, stemming from the time many years ago when I made the mistake of boarding a plane with Jurassic Park as my only reading material. The fellow next to me was looking rather worried at all the teeth-grinding and growling going on when I got to the bits where his idiot mathematician started ranting about graduate students in the sciences getting vast unearned powers handed to them on a silver platter, and the glib use of 'chaos theory' to give the character oracular powers just drove me nuts. I was constantly slamming the book shut in disgust, sitting there in frustration and leafing through the horrible in-flight magazine and emergency exit cards, then picking it up again.
You can guess what my vision of Hell would be: a place with no decent reading material.
Oh, yeah, in addition to giving a detested writer a bit of whoop-ass, the RealClimate article has good, solid science in it, too.
(Via The Loom)


RealClimate was very civilized about their critique, but Crichton comes off looking like what he is: an ignorant layman with a bias trying to argue science in the major leagues. He's a lot like the evolution deniers.