I have mixed feelings about Travels, Michael Crichton’s collection of autobiographical anecdotes.
On the one hand, Crichton is an intelligent, educated and interesting person with stories to tell that are exotic and absorbing, and he’s a good storyteller. On the other hand, a third of the material is about his rocky medical career, and another third of it relates to paranormal stuff, and in a couple of the non-medical, non-paranormal chapters, Crichton relates some nearly lethal experiences of the kind that involve water and thus cause me disproportionate anxiety.
In short, I like how he writes, but I didn’t like much of what he wrote about in this book.
For more on what stood out for me as well as more on Crichton’s oddly unscientific treatment of paranormal phenomena, see below.
