This Briton who's been called "Michael Crichton's Smarter Brother" disappointed me for the last time. Of the three novels I've read by him, the only book worthy of comparison was "The Grid." "Esau" was disappointing and so was this one. There is "food for thought," as in his earlier works, but it wasn't integrated into the book in a fluid, seamless manner. Mr. Kerr has quite a ways to go before being inducted into the pantheon of literary greatness.