Crichton provides adventure, a dollop of racist ideas about ‘the dark continent’ of Africa, and enough cannibals to make Dahmer feel uncomfortable.
Underbaked characters and tonal inconsistency bring down what could have been a fun synth-poppy throwback.
What’s a holiday story that doesn’t start with bloodshed, cursing, and a little good-old-fashioned graveyard sex?
Abbadon’s Gate manages to blow past its predecessors with another incredible story and standout new characters. More impressive, it keeps the tension high even while most of the story takes place in one location.
Clearly, Crichton got better with time as we all do, but for those looking for lost gems in his back catalogue, you can skip this one.