True to my word I have been reading John Olson’s creationism-infused novel Fossil Hunter. I am at approximately the halfway point, but I can’t say I have been enjoying it very much (though it is much better than Frank Peretti’s Monster). This is not so much because of the book’s creationist themes, which have yet to fully manifest themselves, but because I do not care for Olson’s writing style.

Olson is not very good when it comes to description. It takes a lot of effort to imagine where his characters are and what their surroundings look like during any given scene. Even worse, though, are the subtle touches of racism and cultural superiority that run through the story; a