Amid all the joyous hubbub of Obama's election, there is some sad news today: Michael Crichton, the popular author, is dead at 66. I haven't read a Crichton books in years but I have fond memories of his books that often successfully blended science with ambitious premises that were cinematic in scope.
In my opinion, few of his books translated well onto the big screen. The film adaptations of Sphere, Congo, and Eaters of the Dead were big time disappointments. Even Jurassic Park, one of my all-time favorite movies when I was a teen, made for an even better book.
My sympathies go out to his family, friends, and many fans.