Sophie Weston writes a love letter…
Last year, long before there was a movie, I found The Martian by Andy Weir. I fell over it by chance, browsing. It’s science fiction, a genre I like rather than love and by which I am often disappointed. This one was brilliant.
I ended by sitting up until 3.45 a.m. to finish it because I couldn’t go to sleep without knowing the end. But it was about so much more than the ending. It sets up a series of dilemmas, many deadly, all apparently irresolvable. And then a cast of heartbreakingly believable characters applies brain, body and will to their bit of the disaster. And little by little, things begin to shift.
The stakes are life or death right from the start – and then they escalate! The sciences – physics, chemistry, thermodynamics, even agriculture – almost become characters in their own right. One by one they are tested and may or may not betray our hero. I was on the edge of my seat, not just at the end but again and again throughout this thrilling book.
Now I need to buy a physical copy; e-book is not enough. This is one I will re-read, probably many times. Why did I LOVE it so?
Well, excitement, obviously. It’s a cracking book by anyone’s standards, written with passion. Andy Weir sounds an interesting guy from his interview, a self-proclaimed nerd who initially self-published his book of the heart. He might not call it that, of course. But note: he says ‘The deeper into the book I got, the more excited I became.’ Yup. Been there. Bliss. And it leaks out to the reader, believe me.
But what did I, the reader, bring to the experience? Me, non-scientist, non-nerd? I was even terrified of changing from Windows XP to a later version, for God’s sake. (For those who want to know the end of that life and death struggle, I decided the Universe was pointing me in the direction of a Mac. So far so good. Mostly.)
But I did enjoy physics at school, though I was never much good at it. And, of course, I plant stuff and sometimes it grows. That’s two things I share with The Martian. I like the way he goes about it, too. He evaluates, considers his options, works out an idea in principle, then refines it. Yes, I do that. Sometimes. Then he puts his plans into practice in an orderly way. Um no, I could learn from him there. And it doesn’t always work as he expected. (Yes!!!) The first quotation which stayed with me when I started reading it? ‘Everything went great right up to the explosion.’
And he’s attractive. He feels all the things that I would feel but he doesn’t panic. And he’s heroically fair and philosophical. I find both pretty sexy.
In fact I once asked a group of romantic novelists which was the quality they most loved in a hero: looks? wealth? power? sophistication? biting wit? fond-of-dogs? ’Competence,’ said one. Ah yes. We all went a bit dreamy. Well, the Martian is definitely the sort of guy who could put up a shelf and start the car on a cold day, if that’s your preferred lust object.
And I have been in love with one of the Martian’s literary ancestors for most of my life. In Victorian England a retired Naval Officer called Marryat wrote a book for children about a family of Royalist orphans who were rescued and hidden from their Roundhead enemies by their gamekeeper after the Battle of Naseby. Marryat was definitely a Cavalier by inclination and his hero is undoubtedly the hotheaded eldest son. But I loved his younger brother, Humphrey, who works out how to damn streams, catch eels and generally make life manageable and, above all, interesting.
The world of The Martian is Roundhead-free. Some people sometimes behave better than others but there are no villains to hate. Nor is this science fiction with monsters and aliens. This is about real people. Lots of them. Yes, our hero is on his own. We tune into his interior monologue, all of it, including the stuff he doesn’t tell anyone else, even when he can. It is like being in our own heads.
But there are many, many other people too. They wheel remotely like the rings of Saturn – close colleagues, family, management (which could make a story in itself) along with office politics, media politics, even, at one point and very convincingly, international politics. The decisions in this book are not wholly the Martian’s. Other people’s plans are crucial to his survival. And everybody makes mistakes.
- exciting plot
- author persuasiveness (bit mealy mouthed but can’t think of another short way to describe it)
- fabulous hero
- world of the story
- AND? – well, humanity.
The Martian has a generosity of spirit about his fellow man, as we learn in the first couple of pages, while he’s calculating how long he’s got to live. Mostly he’s not wrong. It makes for a mind-blowing climax.
Great character. Great book.
I love this piece. I didn’t know what to call it as it’s really not a review but an actual love letter, and yet what a motivating method of getting readers on board so it is a review. What a great concept! I like your website also. I found it calming and yet enticing.
I am a fledgling writer (unpublished), a fan of Indie Authors (brave and committed people) and run a blog in conjunction with two others. It is still in baby bird stage but our wings are spreading if slowly. Coming across your website was just what I needed this morning as I have stalled a little in my work contrary to my last post a few days ago. I may go back now and look at it all again as looking at what you do has pushed the get up and go buttons.
Oh Barb, thank you, both for your comments on my love letter/review and on the Libertà Books website. It’s just about the perfect response to what we are trying to do here. Stunningly in tune, in fact. Am beaming.
Sorry that your work seems to have hiccupped. It does sometimes. Have you tried jumping ahead and leaving the roadblock behind for a bit? They can diminish, once you know what has to come next. Sometimes they even dissolve altogether!