Micro [Hardcover]

I have been a fan of Michael Crichton and his fantastical and yet somehow believable technothrillers since I leapt on Jurassic Park back in 1990. Since then, I don't think there's been a title I've missed - with the exception of Pirate Latitudes (I have an aversion to books about pirates). Crichton's death in 2008 was a great loss. It was an unexpected pleasure, then, to hear that he left more than one novel in a near completed state. The first of these, Micro, was finished off by scifi writer Richard Preston and published yesterday. I've read it already and that's because I was counting the days until Micro came out and I wasn't going to let a little thing like work, eating, sleeping, communication with fellow humans, get in between me and this book.

I'm delighted to report that there are no pirates in Micro - at least, not the sort with one leg who sail around in boats. Instead, we're back to what Michael Crichton does so well: taking a hugely attractive and exciting idea (here deadly nanorobots - bots - and humans shrunk to about an inch) and putting them in an environment that catches the imagination (here the Hawaii jungle complete with every creeping, crawling and wriggling critter you could try not to imagine), all carefully slotted into a tight plot that will keep those pages turning.

Seven graduate students, including Peter Jansen, leave their studies (ethnobotany, arachnology, venomology, biochemistry, psychology) in the NE US to join Peter's brother Erik who is Vice President of a hi-tech company in Hawaii called Nanigen. They have been headhunted. Nanigen doesn't have enough scientists. It's not too long before we realise why. From the moment of their arrival, nothing goes to plan. Erik, an experienced sailor, has been lost off his new boat and his brother Peter, using some hi-tech methods of his own, soon suspects Nanigen's part in his brother's loss. But there's not much he or his fellow students can do about it when they're shrunk to an inch and a bit and banished into the Hawaiian jungle.

If I could have read some of Micro with my eyes shut I would have done. There are some very exciting and truly horrific moments as everything with no legs or a lot of legs sets out to eat, dismember or impregnate our resourceful but surely doomed little heroes. There is relish here in the descriptions of some of the very many disgusting ways in which to die in the jungle but there is also a beauty and an appreciation of some of the wonders of nature. And that is a characteristic of Michael Crichton's work - a love of nature and the environment even though it frequently clashes with the technology that he enjoys equally. The students are scientists and they too respect and admire the animals and insects that they work with. They don't want to kill unnecessarily and when reduced to the same size as the beetles, mites, daddy longlegs and spiders that they know well, they see them with fresh, appreciative eyes. They can hear their sounds for the first time, they can see fear in their eyes. A mite crawling up the leg is carefully placed back on the squirming jungle floor.

However, this wonder at nature has its limits - and these limits are embodied in ants, centipedes and wasps and other nasties which are even more horrible when they're the size of a dog or car.

The environment is the strength in Micro. There is also a real charm in the students' discovery of this new world, despite the appalling danger, and this exuberance is infectious - I learned quite a lot about creeping creatures and plantlife. The baddies, though, and more than one of the students, are not particularly rounded and some strands are left inconclusively dangling. While some moments are savoured with relish, others are hurried and unsatisfying. Also, some of the description is repetitive and I wonder if this is an inevitable result of the book being left incomplete and finished off by another's hand.

Nevertheless, I am so pleased that Micro reached the light of day. It might have reminded me of Innerspace and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids (inevitably, I think), but it also reminded me very much of the good old Jurassic Park days and that is a very good thing indeed.

As someone who enjoys the books of both Michael Crichton and Richard Preston, the potential offered by this team-up overrode my innate suspicion of posthumous novels as little more than craven attempts to cash in on a deceased author's popularity. Having felt that the first of those posthumous Crichton books, Pirate Latitudes, read like a half-finished manuscript tidied up and rushed into print, I was reassured by the fact that, this time, Preston would have filled out and finished off Crichton's work with a dash of style.

Wrong.

Micro just feels like someone has cobbled together a 'greatest hits' package from Crichton's earlier works: a bit of the nanotechnology from Prey, a bunch of the robots from his screenplay for Runaway, people being chased through the jungle by big beasties just like Jurassic Park... been there, done that. But whereas Crichton would have built up at least a reasonably plausible scientific basis for the story, here we just get told "Oh yeah, we've built this big magnet that shrinks people. Not quite sure how it works, but it's neat!" Except, of course, the shrinking process has weird physical side effects - just like the time machine does in Timeline.

All of which might have been forgiveable had there been even a shred of interest in the characters. But all we have are seven equally dull postgrads (each of whom luckily specialises in a narrow field of research that just happens to come in incredibly useful when they have to, say, repel a snake purely by smell or work out which particular spider venom will counteract the effects of a wasp sting) and a villain straight out of a lesser James Bond movie. My favourite character was the allegedly super-intelligent executive who is aware that their boss has committed a number of ruthless murders and reluctantly agrees to help him fake a car accident to cover it up, but fails to twig that something's up when he asks them to go and sit in the car that he's about to push over a cliff. Duh.

The action scenes all play out like this: Shrunken characters trudge through oversized jungle "How are we ever going to reach Tantalus?" "Wait a minute, what's that strange noise?" "Oh my God, it's a giant ant/spider/centipede/bat!"

Mind you, I could hear a strange noise all the time I was reading the book. I think it was the bottom of a barrel being scraped.

As many others have mentioned, the story is just Honey I shrunk the kids in book form.

I'm a big fan of Crichton, and bought this book as soon as it was released. The book started off with a suspense- what is the wonderful technology this company has that will change the world? I was interested, it seemed like an good premise. And when the students got shrunk and dumped in the forest, I was like "Come on!", could you not find anything original? The rest of the book was "Students find X creature, students beat creature, move on, find next creature" etc.

The thing that irritated me the most, the one thing that made me throw away the book midway, were the many unbelievable characters. The evil villain, the CEO, who goes around killing people like he is shopping at Asda. A lot of other wooden characters- the bitchy girl, the whiny loser who betrays them, the brave hero who tries to unite the group, the nerdy Indian.

I kept wondering- why is this person acting like this? When the hero first accuses the CEO of murder with little or no evidence, why doesn't he just throw him out of the office, instead of trying to kill 7 students, his CFO, and a technician? If he is so panicky, how did he become the CEO?

Disappointing. Avoid. Or at least wait till it comes to the library.