Why it's essential
Steven Spielberg’s 1993 blockbuster of the same name proved that this cautionary tale of ambition, avarice, and the commodification of life was a natural fit for film. In audio, Scott Brick’s cool and unnerving narration of this sci-fi classic will get into your head, under your skin, and may even percolate into your dreams.
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What's Jurassic Park about?
's chilling speculative fiction novel follows the chaos that erupts on a remote site off of Costa Rica after a showboating entrepreneur's attempt to revive dinosaurs for the purpose of consumer entertainment goes horribly wrong. Billionaire John Hammond brings in a team of experts—including paleontologist Alan Grant, paleobotanist Ellie Sattler, and mathematician Ian Malcolm—alongside his own grandchildren to preview his latest venture: Jurassic Park, a new attraction showcasing living, breathing dinosaurs genetically recreated through DNA preserved in fossilized amber. When the park's security systems go down, the resurrected beasts run wild, and the group must fight to survive if they want to make it off the island alive.
Editor's review
Editor Alanna is a proponent of thoughtful storytelling of all kinds—from vulnerable, author-narrated memoir to works of horror and science fiction that meditate on the human condition.
I, like every other millennial, spent my youth equal parts enamored with and petrified by 1993's big screen adaptation of . It was a cinematic marvel the likes of which I’d never seen before, brilliant story work bolstered by state-of-the-art animatronics and an impeccable cast. And yet, despite the raptors running rampant on Isla Nublar, there was a stark realism to the story, underpinned by a scientific premise that felt distressingly plausible.
Over the years, I’d watch it again and again and again, until I had memorized every line and singular moment, every bleat of the ill-fated goat, every water glass tremor. There was just one problem—now that I knew the film inside and out, I wanted more. And so, the instant I was old enough to get my preteen hands on a copy of the film’s source material, I did just that. (Spoiler alert: I loved it so, so much that I’d later name my own pet dino—okay, fine, bearded dragon, but close enough—"Crichton” in honor of the late author.)