Everybody knows about Michael Crichton, who announced his views in a ponderous, mistake-filled bestseller. He was one of my favorite fiction writers until that book, and Jurassic Park (the book) remains I think the best techno-thriller ever written.
I also generally like Dean Koontz, many of whose books are kind of a cross between Crichton and Stephen King, although he’s gotten a bit too religious of late. I just finished his book The Husband, a pretty good, pretty straightforward thriller.
His book The Taking is more macabre–and very religious at the end (which you will either love or hate). Annoyingly, it contains a brief, gratuitous scene with a “Dr. Randolph Templeton, a meteorologist with the National Weather Service”:
“The vast majority of meteorologists don’t believe there is any global warming,” Templeton replied with a note of impatience, “at least not any that isn’t natural and cyclical.”
Sad. For those who like science fiction thrillers, I would strongly recommend Koontz’s earlier works, especially Lightning–one of the best books of its kind (but I can’t tell you what kind without spoiling it), which opens: “A storm struck on the night Laura Shane was born, and there was a strangeness about the weather that people would remember for years…”