Don't bother with Michael Crichton's "Next"

In the past I've enjoyed Michael Crichton's fiction, especially Andromeda Strain (classic) and Eaters of the Dead (linguistic and cultural subject matter). So I was intrigued when I found out that his most recent title, Next, has to do with biomedical experimentation and cutting-edge scientific techniques.

Sadly, the novel is nothing more than a recipe of hackneyed plot-devices and one-too-many sexual-references for my liking. I doubt I'm even going to finish it, and I'd recommend others save themselves the bother.

Crichton's previous novel before this one, State of Fear, was topically fascinating (global warming fear-mongering and "eco-terrorism"), but ultimately unsatisfying as well.