After a very private battle with cancer best-selling author Michael Crichton died in Los Angeles. The man who made a career of making scientists perpetually angry could not outwit a devastating disease.
He opened the minds of hundreds of millions of readers around the world to scientific possibilities. Unfortunately his what ifs were enough to terrorize and tantalize audiences.
But his nuggets of scientific truth were layered with intriguing fiction that often blurred the lines between the two. And that is what angered the scientific research community.
But I suspect even his most vocal critics will miss the fascinating machinations of this creative mind.
