Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park, died a decade
ago, but his estate is still finding new
(actually old) manuscripts to publish.
This one has the tantalizing cover that might make the reader think it’s
a prequel to his dinosaur saga, but it ends up being more of a western. Which is okay. It follows a paleontological
expedition to the untamed west in the late 1800s, when the new discovery and pursuit of the
fossilized remains of dinosaurs coincided with the lawlessness of the Wild
West. There are shootouts, Indian raids,
stagecoach chases, and the like. The historical foundation is interesting, but I sort of understand why this manuscript remained at the back of the drawer.
A woman viciously murders her seemingly doting husband. We meet up with her several years later in a mental facility, where a therapist tries to get her to speak and to reveal her story. Who is innocent and who is the victim? The answer isn’t straightforward. The resolution to the novel features a real twist that will have the reader questioning the chronology of the different narrative threads in the book. A real page-turner.

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