I used to like Michael Crichton. He was one of the authors my dad used to get me into reading. I loved (and still love) The Andromeda Strain and Sphere. Jurassic Park was great fun (and a fun movie). Congo was a fun read although weaker. But at some point he started going off the deep end, specifically as a Global Warming denier - to the point he wrote an entire book where the plot was that Global Warming was just a hoax engineered by environmentalists to get money. Yeahhhhhh Michael. Whaaaaaatever.
Well, now he's officially Dead To Me. When an author retaliates against a scholar who has criticized him by making him a character who is a child rapist in his latest book, that's off the deep end.
Too bad, I used to really respect his writing in a popcorn sci-fi/adventure sort of way.