

I definitely recommend guide to any person that took pleasure in several of his various other jobs. The story is engaging from the beginning, as well as the personality growth gets on par with some of his best jobs like Jurassic Park. I am pleased to report that those worries were misguided, as well as Pirate Latitudes is a fantastic novel that is 100% classic Crichton. We're not looking for realism, of course, but all the nick-of-time escapes and rescues strain belief, even by the looser standards of an adventure novel.As a long period of time Crichton fan, I had some doubts heading right into this book due to Crichton’s death prior to magazine, and also fret that editors would not stay with the vision or tone that Crichton had.

In all, there's a lot of pirating stuffed into 320 fast-moving pages, a little bit like the frenzied doctoring that went on in Crichton's hit TV show "ER," and it's hard after a while to swallow all that dying and dramatic rescuing in such a short space. These aren't people getting killed they're just pirates. But it's action-movie sex and violence: flashy, without repercussions or remorse. There's a gruesome killfest extravaganza near the conclusion that neatly ties up all the loose ends. Eager maidens are disrobed and bedded down without much effort. Sailors get shot in the head, blood gushes, brains splatter. The rapid-fire adventure is also salted generously with sex and violence. Or, rather, Sea Monsters! In this book cover image released by HarperCollins, \"Pirate Latitudes\" by Michael Crichton is shown. Once the main story sets sail, Crichton jumps from one spectacular adventure to another without pause, drawing a straight line from the crew's capture and escape to the theft of the treasure ship, the ensuing chase and the sea battle - followed, of course, by the requisite hurricane, then cannibals and sea monsters.

Maybe English gentlemen of the time actually used ground earthworms to keep their hair from turning white, or used powdered rabbit's head as toothpaste, or treated gout with the oil of a red-haired dog. Crichton, who usually takes some scientific research or historical fact as a jumping-off point, probably has some solid stuff in this book about sailing, piracy and 17th-century mores.
