There is a place way down in Los Angeles they call the Nakamota Tower! And it been the ruin of one woman, and now I can’t think of a rhyme. Anyway, Michael Crichton is a moralizing asshole a lot of the time. It would be one thing if the novels would just speak for themselves. They’re incredibly one note already, but he often ends them with a chiding epilogue that tsks tsks us into taking a problem he sees seriously. In this novel it’s […]
Rising Sun
Rising Sun by Michael Crichton




