The Halo series and I have a long, rich relationship. I won't say I don't like to brag, because I do, but I was playing Halo multiplayer when we were still stringing together original Xbox's with ethernet cables. Yes, much like trading Pokemon over a link cable, this was the gaming equivalent of talking to your friend over a tin can with a string attached to it. I played the original campaign more times than I can count. I still remember where to go during certain parts of the boringly repetitive missions when there are no enemies to kill and you might find yourself wandering aimlessly, I still know how to headshot with a pistol and yes, I still know exactly where to camp with the sniper rifle on "Blood Gulch." The last level of the campaign is still one of my favorite video game finales of all time. The introduction of the Flood halfway through? Truly a game changer. My two best friends, Ryan and Tim, and I used to play this until the wee hours of the morning, mauling each other over with the Warthog jeep.
Halo 2 I don't remember much of. The campaign was a huge cliffhanger, I didn't mind playing as the Arbiter nearly as much as everybody else seemed to, and I quit playing multiplayer after the millionth time some eleven year-old kid questioned my sexual orientation. Halo 3 I do remember a bit of, if not only because of the screenshots and film clips feature that they wisely added. Again, homoerotic epithets forced me out of this game for a while, too, until some new gaming friends of mine drew me back in. So while I'm not an MLG Halo pro (yet), my history with the game is as long and emotionally charged as anyone's. I have to say though, were it not for my newfound enthusiasm for gaming provided to me by my aforementioned gaming buddies, I may have not picked up Reach. I'm glad that I did.
I can say without a doubt that Halo: Reach is the greatest game in the franchise thus far, and I feel confident in this assertion even having not paid sixty dollars for the campaign expansion known as ODST. First of all, the buzz surrounding this game was fantastic. I hadn't attended a midnight gaming release for a while, but let me say that my enthusiasm for midnight releases has finally shifted from movies to video games. My friends and I ate Taco Bell, I got a little bit of a buzz going in the line and we debauched ourselves with junk food while plowing through the campaign on Legendary in a little under six hours.
First of all, the story is fantastic. I'll be the first to admit that the dialogue and plot in the Halo series can be atrocious most of the time. It's like a damn Saturday cartoon. The aliens that you're fighting are cartoonish, the "relationship" between Cortana and the Chief can be laughable and there is no characterization to speak of whatsoever. The "tabula rasa" concept of making a generic, unmemorable character so that the gamer can "imprint" themselves on him or her has been completely played out and is often used as an excuse to cover up lazy writing. The whole "one man army" taking on an empire has kind of been overplayed, as well. And while Reach comes from the same universe, there are many things that set it apart, leading to a mature, rich and at times I daresay even subtle story.
There are things in this game that you've never seen in the Halo universe before. Now, were I to compare the plot subtleties of the Halo games with some in-universe references, and I will because I'm feeling metaphorical, I would liken the early games' plot subtlety to an Covenant Elite ramming an energy sword through a soldier's chest. This game, however, is more akin to five DMR shots to the head. It may look simple to the outsider, but there's more skill and finesse than you think.
In Reach, you come to realize that the Spartan program is a little more bit complex and tragic than simply creating an army of super-soldiers to fight the Covenant. The Spartans were actually created to put down insurrections - of other human factions. Much like the Jedi, the Spartan candidates were stolen away from their families at an early age to begin the indoctrination process. Unlike the humane Jedi training, however, Spartans were subjected to rigorous and painful training and genetic tests and modifications that lead to a number of them dying. Noble Team of Reach isn't simply a squadron of Master Chiefs - they're all well-defined characters with backstories, strengths and flaws.
One scene in particular has captured my interest. Early on in the game you run into the director of the Spartan program, Dr. Catherine Halsey. The relationship between this character and Noble Team showcases some spectacular writing. Tough guy/Rambo team member Jorge sees her as a mother figure - the only time you see a soft side to him in the entire game. She treats him with a sort of motherly affection, though this is debatable. The other Spartans she looks at not as humans, but simply tools of war. They're painfully aware of this, and they don't like it - the line where Carter counterattacks her by threatening a court martial is full of tension. While these aren't exactly the deepest characters in the history of gaming, they're far more complex and interesting than Master Chief. All of their deaths (that shouldn't be a spoiler if you're a Halo fan) are touching and packed full of emotion. The entire campaign has a tragic tinge to it, as you already know that the planet you are trying to defend will inevitably fall. But that's enough of the story for now.
The multiplayer is, again, near perfect. The possibilities for customization, from playlists and gametypes to maps and armor seems limitless. There are weekly and daily challenges and of course the ever-useful theater to take screenshots and record clips of kills no one would ever believe you pulled off unless they saw your films. I wish there were more maps and less teabagging, but everything is still worth hours of fun. Armor abilities are a new, great addition as well. There's nothing like completely destroying a kid who doesn't know how to use armor lock, or jet packing around a level sniping people like you're Boba Fett. All in all, Halo exceeded expectations.
Grade: A-
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Alan Wake Scared the Hell Out of Me
Ladies and Gentlemen, here, I guess, is my first full video game review. Fittingly enough for my compulsive organizational habits, the game I'm reviewing begins with an 'A'. No, it's not Avatar: the Last Airbender. It's Remedy's Alan Wake. Apparently, this game was a long time coming. Originally announced at E3 in 2005 for the PC, the early story of Alan Wake has been a slew of screenshots, trailers and hullabaloo for the last five years. Hell, the game didn't even come out for the platform it was originally announced for. However, being that I somehow managed not to read or remember reading anything about this game, I was able to come into it without being overburdened by expectations. I do know what that's like though - when the Xbox 360 came out, I didn't have any games for it for a few months, as Oblivion had been mind-shatteringly pushed back. Expectations can get pretty high.
At any rate, on to the game itself. I had no idea what this game was about when I decided that I wanted it. I had simply heard really good things, among them that the studio had had five years to get this thing right. Then I heard what it was actually about. Though I was initially confused, a state with has persisted even now that I've finished the game, I was even more excited to play this game. Alan Wake centers around a guy, named, well, Alan Wake. He's a best-selling writer of thriller novels, though writer's block has prevented him from writing anything in some time. Cue vacation with the attractive blonde wife. They go out and stay in a cabin on a lake in a mysterious Northwest U.S. town secluded in the woods and then, bam, his wife falls out of the cabin into the lake. He jumps in to save her and wakes up a week later in his wrecked car.
Now, for any other thriller game, this would be enough to go on. The game would consist of finding out where you were that past week while searching for your wife. But this isn't just any old thriller/action game. As soon as you step out of the car, you see a piece of paper on the ground. What's on the paper, you say? It's a manuscript that you don't remember writing. And it's describing what's happening to you. I'm betting you can see where the story goes from there. Well, you're wrong. It doesn't end there. There's bad guys after you, of course. But not just any normal enemies. They're infected with some form of shadowy darkness, and the only way to weaken them enough to kill them is to hit them with some light, be it from your flashlight, flare gun or even by hiding under a streetlight. Now you know the game.
The story itself is great, though it does have its flaws. The idea that you're a bestselling author of thriller novels trying to track down your wife in a real-life thriller (quickly turning horror) story that you wrote but don't remember writing is pretty amusing. The dialogue and narration really dwells into the nature of paranoia and helplessless common in this type of story and also the struggles of the creative mind - and how's there's often a darkness that comes with it (though it's not as literal as it is in this game). But the story isn't perfect. There's a lot of literary references to great authors that I'm sure the game designers would love to be compared to, but it ends up coming off as high-school-pretentious. The narration can be kind of ridiculous because it's so omnipresent. I think I can handle working my way up those stairs without your help, Alan. Originally I wanted to harp on the B-Movie style dialogue and narration, but then I realized that this may have been more or less intentional. It may be that the game is simply emulating the style of the thriller novels that it's bringing to life.
I found the game play to be simultaneously innovative and infuriating. I like the idea of weakening the enemies with flashlights/flares/spotlights before they can be killed. It's an interesting way to differentiate the game from just being a plain old shooter, and the idea of destroying darkness with light is also thematically resonant. This dynamic also has some other amusing consequences. Items that, in other games, might be considered non-lethal become the heavy hitters of Alan Wake. Flares can hold enemies at bay indefinitely, flash-bangs become frag grenades and the flare gun becomes a rocket launcher. There's a lot that I didn't like about the game play, though. I understand that you're a writer and not an action hero packing a full arsenal and military training. I even like the idea - it worked in Silent Hill. But only being able to sprint for about ten yards before you start to wheeze? Come on. If a bunch of axe-wielding supernatural psychopaths are chasing me through the woods and the streetlight that can save my life is only twenty feet away, you can damn well bet that my adrenaline and self-preservation are going to get me there. I mean, how out of shape is this guy?
On that note, why did this game include a jump mechanic at all? Climbing, maybe, but jumping? The jumping in this game is so flawed that it's atrocious. I hit the jump button and ten minutes later Alan flails himself about the level, possibly off of a cliff. Jumping wasn't necessary and if it couldn't have been implemented correctly it should have been left out altogether. Also, what's the point of having me kick old planks of wood to make myself a ramp? It's not fun to watch, it takes no skill greater than pressing the B button and I'd just as soon not have to do it at all. The level design also gets to be a bit repetitive. The typical level finds Alan trekking through some dark woods trying to get back to his car because he fell off a cliff, of trying to get through town or some industrial yard trying to turn on some generator. It's all well and good but it was getting kind of boring by the end. I mean, it's the Pacific northwest. Has the entire small town been infected by darkness except for me and two other people? I'm practically a mass murderer! Get some new enemy design.
All in all, though, I highly recommend this game if not simply for the atmosphere that it creates. You feel that as though at any moment in the game, you can be attacked out of nowhere. Even if you're in a cut scene, even if it's daylight out. And when you're walking through the woods, which you will do plenty of, and the dark mist rolls in and turns itself into a hurricane of horror, your heart will be pounding, especially if you're playing by yourself after dark with the lights turned out.
Grade: B+
The story itself is great, though it does have its flaws. The idea that you're a bestselling author of thriller novels trying to track down your wife in a real-life thriller (quickly turning horror) story that you wrote but don't remember writing is pretty amusing. The dialogue and narration really dwells into the nature of paranoia and helplessless common in this type of story and also the struggles of the creative mind - and how's there's often a darkness that comes with it (though it's not as literal as it is in this game). But the story isn't perfect. There's a lot of literary references to great authors that I'm sure the game designers would love to be compared to, but it ends up coming off as high-school-pretentious. The narration can be kind of ridiculous because it's so omnipresent. I think I can handle working my way up those stairs without your help, Alan. Originally I wanted to harp on the B-Movie style dialogue and narration, but then I realized that this may have been more or less intentional. It may be that the game is simply emulating the style of the thriller novels that it's bringing to life.
I found the game play to be simultaneously innovative and infuriating. I like the idea of weakening the enemies with flashlights/flares/spotlights before they can be killed. It's an interesting way to differentiate the game from just being a plain old shooter, and the idea of destroying darkness with light is also thematically resonant. This dynamic also has some other amusing consequences. Items that, in other games, might be considered non-lethal become the heavy hitters of Alan Wake. Flares can hold enemies at bay indefinitely, flash-bangs become frag grenades and the flare gun becomes a rocket launcher. There's a lot that I didn't like about the game play, though. I understand that you're a writer and not an action hero packing a full arsenal and military training. I even like the idea - it worked in Silent Hill. But only being able to sprint for about ten yards before you start to wheeze? Come on. If a bunch of axe-wielding supernatural psychopaths are chasing me through the woods and the streetlight that can save my life is only twenty feet away, you can damn well bet that my adrenaline and self-preservation are going to get me there. I mean, how out of shape is this guy?
On that note, why did this game include a jump mechanic at all? Climbing, maybe, but jumping? The jumping in this game is so flawed that it's atrocious. I hit the jump button and ten minutes later Alan flails himself about the level, possibly off of a cliff. Jumping wasn't necessary and if it couldn't have been implemented correctly it should have been left out altogether. Also, what's the point of having me kick old planks of wood to make myself a ramp? It's not fun to watch, it takes no skill greater than pressing the B button and I'd just as soon not have to do it at all. The level design also gets to be a bit repetitive. The typical level finds Alan trekking through some dark woods trying to get back to his car because he fell off a cliff, of trying to get through town or some industrial yard trying to turn on some generator. It's all well and good but it was getting kind of boring by the end. I mean, it's the Pacific northwest. Has the entire small town been infected by darkness except for me and two other people? I'm practically a mass murderer! Get some new enemy design.
All in all, though, I highly recommend this game if not simply for the atmosphere that it creates. You feel that as though at any moment in the game, you can be attacked out of nowhere. Even if you're in a cut scene, even if it's daylight out. And when you're walking through the woods, which you will do plenty of, and the dark mist rolls in and turns itself into a hurricane of horror, your heart will be pounding, especially if you're playing by yourself after dark with the lights turned out.
Grade: B+
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
On Virtual Identities
Writing critically about video games is something that piques my interest lately more than anything. I feel like with the proliferation of online gaming, among other things, video games have entered a golden age. There are plenty of topics to write about - and some of them don't even have anything to do with actual video game titles. Take avatars, for example. Your virtual avatar on your Xbox or PS3 is on it's way to becoming as robust as the real you - in some senses. Now I don't own a PS3, financial reasons notwithstanding. I barely have time to play my Xbox games as it is, and adding to a pile on another console entirely would just be asking for trouble. Consequently, this post will focus on the Xbox 360.
With the new dashboard update last year, Xbox user's gaming identities got a lot more complex. You now had an avatar similar to the Nintendo Wii's Mii, only slightly less childish. You can alter the avatar's appearance to reflect yours and even dress it up to look like you. At one point, my avatar wore dark jeans and a plain black hooded sweatshirt with Converse-like sneakers and a Cleveland Indians baseball cap - basically my everyday outfit. Or, you can go in another direction - one with some more implications on the future of these avatars. You can fashion an avatar that's completely different from the person you are in real life. I started to go a little bit in this direction - my avatar has a wicked scar cutting across his face a la Anakin Skywalker in Revenge of the Sith. Sure, I don't have a scar like that, but the teenager in me thought it kicked ass. My other friends have purchased or unlocked items by playing their favorite games. One has a sinister looking trench coat while the other looks like a soldier from Gears of War. Currently, my avatar is wearing some pretty sweet looking (if I say so myself) Mandalorian armor a la Boba Fett, and has the Monitor from the Halo series flying around him.
But what does this all mean? It's all rather elementary, still, right? In some ways, yes. I'm aware of a few games that actually use your avatar, but none on a level that's more than aesthetic. But the real purpose of these avatars mirrors the purpose of video games and fiction in general - they give you an escape, a means to exist in a reality other than your own. I can create an identity that can be exactly like me or nothing like me at all. And for people who don't game with friends they know in real life, but rather with people they've met online, this avatar comes to represent how other people view this person. It's all still rather simple, but I see it as something that's going to become more robust as time goes on. But these avatars also serve another purpose - bragging rights. Some avatar awards are unlocked by playing games. How did you get that shirt with the bloody hand? You did it by killing 10,000 zombies in Left 4 Dead 2. How did you get that sweet Halo Reach shirt? You played in the multiplayer beta! You can get some serious e-reputation boosts by the way you dress your avatar.
The idea of online bragging rights brings me to my next topic dealing with online avatars: the achievement system (or on PS3, the trophy system). These track your gaming accomplishments. Now, since these haven't developed into anything more complex, such as giving you Microsoft Points as you rack up Gamer-score points, they exist almost solely as boasting mechanisms. Did you beat Halo 3 on the legendary difficulty? Mass Effect 1 and 2 on insanity? Do you have all of the achievements for Bethesda's Fallout 3 and Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion? That must have taken some serious skill/time investment. You're level 100 on Gears of War 2 multiplayer? That's impressive. Now, while achievements in some games are ridiculous, like turning on the game or completing the training session at the beginning of the game, some of them, the aforementioned among them, are some pretty serious gaming accomplishments. Gone are the days where you brag to your friends about beating Mortal Kombat only to have them scoff at the notion that you could have possibly done such a thing. Everyone knows that I beat Mass Effect on insanity because they can look at my gamer profile and see that it is so.
Now, you could (and a lot of people I'm sure do) say that e-bragging rights are completely absurd. And I agree, to a certain extent they are. But I like to think of them not just as a way to boast, but as kind of an electronic journal of my avatar's gaming accomplishments. It's the same reason why I've saved every ticket from every movie I've been to since Jurassic Park III. I like to look at those things and remember those times in my life and the people I was with - the memories I've had. I can look at that list of achievements and remember the good times I had playing those games. I'll remember that quarter at Ohio State where I sat in my dorm room for three months and sunk 110 hours into Oblivion. I'll remember sitting up late at night in my first apartment beating the absolute hell out of Fallout 3. That's because, to me, at least, those memories are just as real and full of emotion as any I've made in real life - but that's another entry for another time.
All in all, I like the direction that online avatars are going. With Facebook and Twitter applications going up on Xbox Live, who knows how these virtual identities are going to interact with the real world. My guess is simply that we're just entering a golden age of gaming and that things are only going to get more complex. Until then, if a gamer by the tag of "melted plasteel" happens to come out of nowhere and snipe your head off in some multiplayer match, better luck next time.
With the new dashboard update last year, Xbox user's gaming identities got a lot more complex. You now had an avatar similar to the Nintendo Wii's Mii, only slightly less childish. You can alter the avatar's appearance to reflect yours and even dress it up to look like you. At one point, my avatar wore dark jeans and a plain black hooded sweatshirt with Converse-like sneakers and a Cleveland Indians baseball cap - basically my everyday outfit. Or, you can go in another direction - one with some more implications on the future of these avatars. You can fashion an avatar that's completely different from the person you are in real life. I started to go a little bit in this direction - my avatar has a wicked scar cutting across his face a la Anakin Skywalker in Revenge of the Sith. Sure, I don't have a scar like that, but the teenager in me thought it kicked ass. My other friends have purchased or unlocked items by playing their favorite games. One has a sinister looking trench coat while the other looks like a soldier from Gears of War. Currently, my avatar is wearing some pretty sweet looking (if I say so myself) Mandalorian armor a la Boba Fett, and has the Monitor from the Halo series flying around him.
But what does this all mean? It's all rather elementary, still, right? In some ways, yes. I'm aware of a few games that actually use your avatar, but none on a level that's more than aesthetic. But the real purpose of these avatars mirrors the purpose of video games and fiction in general - they give you an escape, a means to exist in a reality other than your own. I can create an identity that can be exactly like me or nothing like me at all. And for people who don't game with friends they know in real life, but rather with people they've met online, this avatar comes to represent how other people view this person. It's all still rather simple, but I see it as something that's going to become more robust as time goes on. But these avatars also serve another purpose - bragging rights. Some avatar awards are unlocked by playing games. How did you get that shirt with the bloody hand? You did it by killing 10,000 zombies in Left 4 Dead 2. How did you get that sweet Halo Reach shirt? You played in the multiplayer beta! You can get some serious e-reputation boosts by the way you dress your avatar.
The idea of online bragging rights brings me to my next topic dealing with online avatars: the achievement system (or on PS3, the trophy system). These track your gaming accomplishments. Now, since these haven't developed into anything more complex, such as giving you Microsoft Points as you rack up Gamer-score points, they exist almost solely as boasting mechanisms. Did you beat Halo 3 on the legendary difficulty? Mass Effect 1 and 2 on insanity? Do you have all of the achievements for Bethesda's Fallout 3 and Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion? That must have taken some serious skill/time investment. You're level 100 on Gears of War 2 multiplayer? That's impressive. Now, while achievements in some games are ridiculous, like turning on the game or completing the training session at the beginning of the game, some of them, the aforementioned among them, are some pretty serious gaming accomplishments. Gone are the days where you brag to your friends about beating Mortal Kombat only to have them scoff at the notion that you could have possibly done such a thing. Everyone knows that I beat Mass Effect on insanity because they can look at my gamer profile and see that it is so.
Now, you could (and a lot of people I'm sure do) say that e-bragging rights are completely absurd. And I agree, to a certain extent they are. But I like to think of them not just as a way to boast, but as kind of an electronic journal of my avatar's gaming accomplishments. It's the same reason why I've saved every ticket from every movie I've been to since Jurassic Park III. I like to look at those things and remember those times in my life and the people I was with - the memories I've had. I can look at that list of achievements and remember the good times I had playing those games. I'll remember that quarter at Ohio State where I sat in my dorm room for three months and sunk 110 hours into Oblivion. I'll remember sitting up late at night in my first apartment beating the absolute hell out of Fallout 3. That's because, to me, at least, those memories are just as real and full of emotion as any I've made in real life - but that's another entry for another time.
All in all, I like the direction that online avatars are going. With Facebook and Twitter applications going up on Xbox Live, who knows how these virtual identities are going to interact with the real world. My guess is simply that we're just entering a golden age of gaming and that things are only going to get more complex. Until then, if a gamer by the tag of "melted plasteel" happens to come out of nowhere and snipe your head off in some multiplayer match, better luck next time.
Michael Crichton: Final Thoughts
Now, just because the title of this entry is "Final Thoughts" doesn't mean that I don't intend to read any more Michael Crichton. Though I don't really have too much of an interest in his non-science fiction novels, I do intend to read The Andromeda Strain, Sphere, and probably Congo again. I read Congo when I was ten, and all I remember about it is gorillas doing sign language and that there was an atrocious film adaptation. The truth of the matter is that I've got way too much on my plate to spend so much time on one author. I've got stacks of video games, novels and I'm forcing my girlfriend through LOST right now, though after a few discs there's actually not much forcing to be done. After five novels, though, it's time to move on from Crichton for a while, at least.
That being said, I see it necessary to do a quick wrap-up to conclude my thoughts about those works of Crichton that I've recently engaged myself with. There's a lot to respect about the man's work. His novels have sold millions, a lot of them have been adapted into successful films (Jurassic Park being one of the first movies to really capture my young imagination) and he's even dabbled in television with ER. He made science fiction presentable to the general public. He didn't have outrageous character names or shallow worlds to dive into and he didn't fall back onto too many cliches. What I like most about his work is his idea to take a simple idea and spin it into an exciting, intelligent read. Dinosaurs brought back to life? Time travel? Sure, he can write a novel about that - and it won't be outrageous. Finding ways to plausibly work in some decidedly sci-fi ideas is something I hope to put into practice myself - Timeline is his best example of this. I love the way he blends fiction with reality, especially by providing "in-universe" reports and articles, my favorite example being the entirety of Eaters of the Dead.
On the other hand, there is the matter of his politics. Not simply his stance on politics or that he has views at all, but how heavily they're shoehorned into his work and repeated to the view ad nauseum. It may be something that less astute readers might not pick up on, but his writing is definitely didactic. But his fast-paced action sequences often remind you the real reason why you're reading his books - for entertainment, not education - though I suppose a little real world implications aren't a bad thing. I was saddened to hear about his death, and haven't really been able to find any details about it. He did have one post-mortem release, with apparently another to follow in the near future. Counting Vonnegut, that's two authors whose deaths I've experienced and been saddened by - because they both inspired me to keep reading and writing. for that I'm thankful.
That being said, I see it necessary to do a quick wrap-up to conclude my thoughts about those works of Crichton that I've recently engaged myself with. There's a lot to respect about the man's work. His novels have sold millions, a lot of them have been adapted into successful films (Jurassic Park being one of the first movies to really capture my young imagination) and he's even dabbled in television with ER. He made science fiction presentable to the general public. He didn't have outrageous character names or shallow worlds to dive into and he didn't fall back onto too many cliches. What I like most about his work is his idea to take a simple idea and spin it into an exciting, intelligent read. Dinosaurs brought back to life? Time travel? Sure, he can write a novel about that - and it won't be outrageous. Finding ways to plausibly work in some decidedly sci-fi ideas is something I hope to put into practice myself - Timeline is his best example of this. I love the way he blends fiction with reality, especially by providing "in-universe" reports and articles, my favorite example being the entirety of Eaters of the Dead.
On the other hand, there is the matter of his politics. Not simply his stance on politics or that he has views at all, but how heavily they're shoehorned into his work and repeated to the view ad nauseum. It may be something that less astute readers might not pick up on, but his writing is definitely didactic. But his fast-paced action sequences often remind you the real reason why you're reading his books - for entertainment, not education - though I suppose a little real world implications aren't a bad thing. I was saddened to hear about his death, and haven't really been able to find any details about it. He did have one post-mortem release, with apparently another to follow in the near future. Counting Vonnegut, that's two authors whose deaths I've experienced and been saddened by - because they both inspired me to keep reading and writing. for that I'm thankful.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Next by Michael Crichton
Next is Michael Crichton at his fastest pace yet, but it's also him at his most paranoid. Crichton's always been a man with a message - specifically messages that aren't too difficult to discern. Stop unregulated genetic engineering, stop animal testing, stop being ignorant about history, stop time traveling - the list goes on. Next is also Crichton at his most opinionated. Not only is the writing in the novel decidedly didactic, but he even goes so far as to include a list of talking points at the end of the novel, which he discovered at the conclusion of his research. Now, I'm not opposed to fiction with a point or political purpose. Who would be? I think it's great to see fiction do something other than give us something to pass time with. But the key to that, as it is with everything in life, is moderation and subtlety. Those are two things that Crichton often lacks. It's not that his causes aren't worthy of being championed (although, apparently I need to read State of Fear), but he's just so damn ham-fisted about it all the time. I think he tends to forget that people sometimes run across his novels in the periodical section of Giant Eagle.
All that aside, Next was certainly an exciting read. There are about two and a half million subplots going on, but none of them get confusing and all of them end up coincidentally intersecting with one another. How modern, right? The most interesting thing about this novel is the possibilities that Crichton imagines for the future of genetic engineering - sentient parrots, chimp/human hybrids, advanced gene therapy replacement sprays - and of course, there's also the disturbing element that is common with all of Crichton's science fiction - he makes it all seem possible and some of it actually is. I guess I don't really have much more to say about the actual reading experience of the novel. That's probably because I finished it a week ago. But hopefully I'll have more to say when I do my Crichton wrap-up later this week.
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