An incomplete novel by Michael Crichton, Micro, has been completed by Richard Preston, and is now being published for our delectation.
I have ambivalent attitudes to Crichton's work. I actually enjoy his novels purely at the narrative level, taken as suspenseful techno-thrillers. However, there is often a Luddite tendency that I find downright annoying. His final book, before his death, Next, was quite an amusing satire, and it had some bright elements among all the anti-technological fog - though in many ways it was his weakest novel in plotting and characterisation. I haven't read the posthumously published Pirate Latitudes.
I'll probably read Micro, if only for the sake of completeness: I've read almost all of Crichton's famous novels (The Andromeda Strain, etc., through to Prey), as opposed to the pseudonymous work from his earlier career. Although it was more technophilic than technophobic, my own book, Kong Reborn, was intended to be somewhat in the style of a Michael Crichton techno-thriller.
Some of the new book sounds dire, though - what is going on with the misunderstanding of the nano scale that the Slate article refers to? That's not a matter of pedantry: for a novel like this, it would be pretty basic.