“I’m stranded on Mars. I have not a chance to communicate with Hermes or Earth. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I’m in a very Hab created to last 31 days. If the Oxygenator fights, I’ll suffocate. If the Water Reclaimer reduces, I’ll die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, I’ll just style of explode. If none of people things happen, I’ll eventually use up all your food and starve to death. So yeah. I’m f—-d.” – Mark Watney
As the two-hundred thirty-fourth reader to analyze THE MARTIAN by Andy Weir, I have no illusion that I can add anything substantive to your plaudits already heaped within this intelligent work of space sci-fi. Simply put, it’s actually a nail-biter that’ll trim your finger nail plates down despite the nail beds.
My reading tastes usually don’t encompass space fiction for the reason that vast majority than it seems to fall inside realm of extreme fantasy with worlds and ETs of the extremely fantastical sorts. I prefer my off-Earth stories to obtain some plausible experience of realistic, albeit extrapolated, technology and situations, as well as the one book that continues to be embedded in my memory as simply terrific originates from all the way back 1975 when I was much younger along with perhaps more impressionable – Arthur C. Clarke’s Rendezvous with Rama. With films, I’m exactly the same; Outland and Silent Running spring to mind. THE MARTIAN is my type of SF.
In Mars mission engineer-botanist Mark Watney you will find there’s thinking man’s hero with the ages, and THE MARTIAN is usually a story that cries in the market to be serialized for television.
THE MARTIAN could well be ideal for an extensive trans-ocean plane flight. If you start the publication on take-off, you’ll probably finish on landing rather than even be mindful of the hours that passed or even the screaming kid a few rows back.