THE SELECT

Wilson switches from horror (Nightworld, 1992) to medical suspense and strikes notes that harmonize Robin Cook's Coma with John Grisham's The Firm and The Pelican Brief. The evidence is that he's livelier at horror. As in Grisham's The Firm, Wilson posits a superrich fantasy establishment—The Ingraham College of Medicine—that offers state- of-the-art equipment and a vastly high-level education, all of it tuition-free!—if you can only fit the profile demanded by the faculty. Yes, any outfit this fantastic must have something wrong with it, even though it's funded by the Kleederman Foundation and based on the Kleederman billions from advanced drugs. For one thing, you aren't allowed to leave the campus and break the school's spell on you. It's young Quinn Clery, one of the very few young women admitted to first-year studies, who accidentally breaks through the veil hiding The Ingraham's activities from the outer world. There's absolutely no doubt that The Ingraham and the Kleederman Foundation do good work, save lives with new drugs, and focus much of their research on poor inner-city hospitals, where most graduates wind up. All very noble. But Quinn's boyfriend- -fellow student Tim Brown, a whiz with a photographic memory who induces her to take a short trip with him to Atlantic City, where he counts cards at blackjack and wins $2,000 in an hour—discovers the reason why Quinn seems never quite to fit in at the college: all students' beds are bugged with electronic devices for subliminally influencing them into becoming inner-city patriots of medicine, but Quinn's bug apparently doesn't work on her, and she forever brings up arguments against the school's do-gooder ethic. It turns out that The Ingraham is actually a warehouse for illegally testing advanced drugs on living patients, the same job practiced by the do-gooders in the inner-city hospitals.... Opens strongly but that feeble chase-ending defeats praise.