SOURCE: "From Dinophobia to Gynephobia: She Said …," in Los Angeles Times Book Review, January 16, 1994, pp. 1, 9.

In the following review of Disclosure, Morrison applauds Crichton's role-reversing plot about sexual harassment but faults the cartoon-like characterizations and the use of "preposterous devices" to maintain the plot.

At last, at last it's been published, a dead-bang bestseller that puts the explosive social issue of sexual harassment between bestselling hardcovers, not in some incoherent government report destined for the recycling bin.

Here is the predatory, omnipotent, salacious boss, and here is the prey, the dependent employee afraid to say no or even yes to the boss's advances, for fear of losing job and family and reputation.

Oh, wait, sorry. I skipped something. There's this asterisk. The gimmick. The switcheroo.

The predatory, omnipotent, salacious boss is Meredith Johnson, a woman with all the usual longs—legs, hair, eyelashes—and a few shorts, like...