I find him completely unreadable. I liked Red October, but after that everything became a homogenous blur.
Especially the ones that were "co-written". Always a bad sign.
My husband's a Georgia Tech man and not a "litterary cove". I occasionally recommend a book, sometimes it makes a hit, sometimes not.
He liked "Mr. Midshipman Easy". He likes most Kipling. He liked "Destiny Bay". He did NOT like Lafcadio Hearn's ghost stories, and I just couldn't get him into Trollope although I tried. He won't even look at Austen.
I’ve given Clancy a try. No thanks.
Sometime during the 1980s a friend forced on me a novel by Michael Crichton titled “Rising Sun”. It was the time of the rise of Japan Sony Walkman ruled the universe, Toyota Corolla ruled the roads (we know how it ended), and Crichton novel was a paranoid take on this conspiracy, filled with little plot but with speeches made by the cartoon characters , which (speeches) were cut and paste jobs from the Wall Street Journal reports on the growth of Japanese economic power that Crichton creatively turned into a growth of a dangerous imperial power. Laughable, and unfortunately to maintain good relations with my friend, I had to force myself to finish it, but at least I got a good and last taste of Michael Crichton.