State of Fear

State of Fear

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by Michael Crichton, George Wilson

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Once again Michael Crichton gives us his trademark combination of page-turning suspense, cutting-edge technology, and extraordinary research. STATE OF FEAR is a superb blend of edge-of-your-seat suspense and thought provoking commentary on how information is manipulated in the modern world. From the streets of Paris, to the glaciers of Antarctica to the exotic and… See more details below


Once again Michael Crichton gives us his trademark combination of page-turning suspense, cutting-edge technology, and extraordinary research. STATE OF FEAR is a superb blend of edge-of-your-seat suspense and thought provoking commentary on how information is manipulated in the modern world. From the streets of Paris, to the glaciers of Antarctica to the exotic and dangerous Solomon Islands, STATE OF FEAR takes the reader on a rollercoaster thrill ride, all the while keeping the brain in high gear.

Editorial Reviews

Forbes Magazine
Crichton's new, can't-put-it-down novel is a first-of-a-kind thriller--a fast-paced adventure based on the notion that a current widespread fear is baseless. The author devastatingly demolishes myths and misconceptions about global warming: Antarctica is not fast melting away, nor is Greenland defrosting; global temperatures are not rising rapidly; ocean levels are not surging upward; we are not extinguishing most of the Earth's species; we are not denuding the Earth of its forests; the average life span is increasing, not decreasing. In short, dear old Earth is not going to hell in a handbasket. (14 Mar 2005)
—Steve Forbes
People Magazine
"Scary? You bet."
“Scary? You bet.”
Montery County Herald
“STATE OF FEAR is the world’s first page-turner that people will want to read in one gulp.”
The Weekend Australian
“STATE OF FEAR grabs you from the start.”
Philadelphia Inquirer
“…this proves a pleasant way of learning a lot worth knowing.”
Australia Gold Coast Bulletin
“In STATE OF FEAR Crichton weaves a stunning fiction around the issue of global warming.”
The Liverpool Daily Post
“STATE OF FEAR is an exciting yarn.”
Wisconsin State Journal
“You have to hand it to Michael Crichton; he knows how to tell a story.”
Weekly Standard
“There’s no one else like him…a fast, fun read.”
National Review
“This is definitely one for the Christmas list.”
“The thrills of Crichton’s latest are interspersed with fascinating facts and data. Perhaps his most serious and important book yet.”
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“A gripping techno thriller that…spares no expense when it comes to adventure, suspense and, ultimately, satisfaction.”
The New Yorker
“Crichton has written a book that deserves to be taken seriously.”
Wall Street Journal
“Every bit as informative as it is entertaining. And it is very entertaining.”
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“[Crichton’s] expert manipulation of tension pays off in page-turning dividends. Cunningly orchestrated mayhem.”
“STATE OF FEAR is Michael Crichton’s best.”
Washington Times
“…he understands science and how to separate fact from fiction. Impressive documentation.”
Houston Chronicle
“Crichton knows how to craft a tale, one that keeps the reader turning the pages.”
USA Today
“Provocative and controversial. [Crichton] marries compelling subject matter with edge-of-your-seat storytelling.”
Birmingham Post
“The king of the techno-thriller has once again given us a gripping, action-packed yarn.”
The Evening Standard (London)
“Very enjoyable.”
The Electricity Daily
…Plenty of thrills, chills and spills. STATE OF FEAR is required reading.”
San Francisco Chronicle
“Fascinating for how Crichton was trying to make the very absence of fear spooky.”
Sunday Telegraph
“An exciting story…in the hands of a master story-teller like Crichton, it’s good entertainment.”
The Ottowa Sun
“For thriller fans, STATE OF FEAR is the perfect tonic for a weekend when you’re snowbound.”
The Vancouver Province
“Fast-faced and a fun read. A breath of fresh air.”
“One of the real pleasures of Crichton’s books is their erudite polish.”
New York Times
“Cliffhanging action sequences.”
Denver Post
“He imparts science while entertaining readers.”
“[Crichton’s] expert manipulation of tension pays off in page-turning dividends. Cunningly orchestrated mayhem.”
Daily Telegraph (London)
“Terrific fun.”
Detroit Free Press
“Definitely page-turning.”
Washington Post Book World
“Michael Crichton’s new book will appeal to your inner techie.”
Albany Times Union
“STATE OF FEAR is replete with heart-pounding suspense.”
Los Angeles Times
“A master. A connoisseur of catastrophe.”
Pittsburgh Tribune
“A deftly crafted action/adventure novel.”
Entertainment Weekly
“[A] snappy eco-thriller.”

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State of Fear

By Michael Crichton


ISBN: 0-06-621413-0

Chapter One

PARIS NORD SUNDAY, MAY 2, 2004 12:00 P.M.

In the darkness, he touched her arm and said, "Stay here." She did not move, just waited. The smell of salt water was strong. She heard the faint gurgle of water.

Then the lights came on, reflecting off the surface of a large open tank, perhaps fifty meters long and twenty meters wide. It might have been an indoor swimming pool, except for all the electronic equipment that surrounded it.

And the very strange device at the far end of the pool.

Jonathan Marshall came back to her, grinning like an idiot. "Qu'estce que tu penses?" he said, though he knew his pronunciation was terrible. "What do you think?"

"It is magnificent," the girl said. When she spoke English, her accent sounded exotic. In fact, everything about her was exotic, Jonathan thought. With her dark skin, high cheekbones, and black hair, she might have been a model. And she strutted like a model in her short skirt and spike heels. She was half Vietnamese, and her name was Marisa. "But no one else is here?" she said, looking around.

"No, no," he said. "It's Sunday. No one is coming."

Jonathan Marshall was twenty-four, a graduate student in physics from London, working for the summer at the ultra-modern Laboratoire Ondulatoire-the wave mechanics laboratory-of the French Marine Institute in Vissy, just north of Paris. But the suburb was mostly the residence of young families, and ithad been a lonely summer for Marshall. Which was why he could not believe his good fortune at meeting this girl. This extraordinarily beautiful and sexy girl.

"Show me what it does, this machine," Marisa said. Her eyes were shining. "Show me what it is you do."

"My pleasure," Marshall said. He moved to the large control panel and began to switch on the pumps and sensors. The thirty panels of the wave machine at the far end of the tank clicked, one after another.

He glanced back at her, and she smiled at him. "It is so complicated," she said. She came and stood beside him at the control panel. "Your research is recorded on cameras?"

"Yes, we have cameras in the ceiling, and on the sides of the tank. They make a visual record of the waves that are generated. We also have pressure sensors in the tanks that record pressure parameters of the passing wave."

"These cameras are on now?"

"No, no," he said. "We don't need them; we're not doing an experiment."

"Perhaps we are," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder. Her fingers were long and delicate. She had beautiful fingers.

She watched for a minute, then said, "This room, everything is so expensive. You must have great security, no?"

"Not really," he said. "Just cards to get in. And only one security camera." He gestured over his shoulder. "That one back in the corner."

She turned to look. "And that is turned on?" she said.

"Oh yes," he said. "That's always on." She slid her hand to caress his neck lightly. "So is someone watching us now?"

"Afraid so."

"Then we should behave."

"Probably. Anyway, what about your boyfriend?"

"Him." She gave a derisive snort. "I have had enough of him."

Earlier that day, Marshall had gone from his small apartment to the café on rue Montaigne, the café he went to every morning, taking a journal article with him to read as usual. Then this girl had sat down at the next table, with her boyfriend. The couple had promptly fallen into an argument.

In truth, Marshall felt that Marisa and the boyfriend didn't seem to belong together. He was American, a beefy, red-faced fellow built like a footballer, with longish hair and wire-frame glasses that did not suit his thick features. He looked like a pig trying to appear scholarly.

His name was Jim, and he was angry with Marisa, apparently because she had spent the previous night away from him. "I don't know why you won't tell me where you were," he kept repeating.

"It is none of your business, that's why."

"But I thought we were going to have dinner together."

"Jimmy, I told you we were not."

"No, you told me you were. And I was waiting at the hotel for you. All night."

"So? No one made you. You could go out. Enjoy yourself."

"But I was waiting for you."

"Jimmy, you do not own me." She was exasperated by him, sighing, throwing up her hands, or slapping her bare knees. Her legs were crossed, and the short skirt rode up high. "I do as I please."

"That's clear."

"Yes," she said, and at that moment she turned to Marshall and said, "What is that you are reading? It looks very complicated."

At first Marshall was alarmed. She was clearly talking to him to taunt the boyfriend. He did not want to be drawn into the couple's dispute.

"It's physics," he said briefly, and turned slightly away. He tried to ignore her beauty.

"What kind of physics?" she persisted.

"Wave mechanics. Ocean waves."

"So, you are a student?"

"Graduate student."

"Ah. And clearly intelligent. You are English? Why are you in France?"

And before he knew it, he was talking to her, and she introduced the boyfriend, who gave Marshall a smirk and a limp handshake. It was still very uncomfortable, but the girl behaved as if it were not.

"So you work around here? What sort of work? A tank with a machine? Really, I can't imagine what you say. Will you show me?"

And now they were here, in the wave mechanics laboratory. And Jimmy, the boyfriend, was sulking in the parking lot outside, smoking a cigarette.

"What shall we do about Jimmy?" she said, standing beside Marshall while he worked at the control panel.

"He can't smoke in here."

"I will see that he does not. But I don't want to make him more angry.


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