August Strindberg used to say to his enemies, "Watch it, you bastard, or we'll meet again in my next play." If Michael Crichton threw a similar threat at me, I could say "So you'll be attacking me with feather-dusters?"
Crichton's attempt at literary revenge manages to be both overblown and lame. In other words, it's what you would expect from a hack. He wants the reader to admire his bravery, but the reader only wants to know why he wants us to imagine a man's genitalia in that way.
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Date: 2006-12-15 01:56 pm (UTC)Crichton's attempt at literary revenge manages to be both overblown and lame. In other words, it's what you would expect from a hack. He wants the reader to admire his bravery, but the reader only wants to know why he wants us to imagine a man's genitalia in that way.