Dragon Teeth

nolead begins By Michael Crichton

Harper.

295 pp. $28.99 nolead ends

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Reviewed by

John Wilwol


nolead ends As though extracted from amber, a new story has been reanimated from the fossilized brain of Michael Crichton. Recently "discovered" in the late author's archives (Crichton died in 2008), Dragon Teeth is a light historical novel that bears all the narrative traits of its techno-thriller ancestor Jurassic Park. It's a fun romp through the Old West in search of dinosaur bones.

William Johnson is the handsome, cocksure son of a wealthy Philadelphia shipbuilder. In 1876, he is goaded by a rival into passing up a cushy vacation in Europe for an expedition on the American frontier with paleontologist Othniel Marsh.

Marsh was an actual giant in the field; his many discoveries - and rich uncle George Peabody - gave rise to Yale's Peabody Museum of Natural History. He enlists William as his team's photographer. But the professor suspects the young man is a spy dispatched by his archenemy, Professor Edward Drinker Cope.

Cope, also a towering real-life figure of early paleontology, discovered hundreds of prehistoric species, and he and Marsh fought bitterly in the late 1800s during a period of rich fossil discovery - the Bone Wars - that ultimately ruined both men.

Early on, Marsh's suspicions about William get the better of him, and he abandons the young man in Wyoming. It seems the Ivy Leaguer's adventure has come to an end, but Cope arrives to invite him on his own expedition headed for the Montana Territory.

Dragon Teeth is filled with colorful Wild West characters, including Morgan and Wyatt Earp, and Crichton writes vividly, offering several suspenseful, racing passages.

William and the rest of Cope's team narrowly escape a buffalo stampede: "They eventually could see nothing, and could only listen to the thundering hooves, the snorting and grunting, as the dark shapes hurtled past them, ceaselessly."

The novel also touches on the debate between science and religion. By a campfire after a particularly momentous paleontological discovery, Cope finds his faith shaken. "Religion explains what man cannot explain," he says. "But when I see something before my eyes, and my religion hastens to assure me that I am mistaken, that I do not see it at all . . . No, I may no longer be Quaker, after all."

But the best thing about Dragon Teeth might be the escape it affords us from such philosophical complexity. One night, William tries to explain the importance of his discovery to a hotel clerk. "These bones are valuable to science," he insists.

"We're a long way from science," the clerk replies. "Just get 'em out of here."

This review originally appeared in the Washington Post.