I’m usually of the mind that I will like
science fiction, but the burden of world building is such that it is so hard to
get right that very few people do. The further out you push your plot, the more
you have to explain, or at the very least, you have to know as background of
the story you are telling. Weir solves that problem by making the world he
talks about one that is very much like the contemporary world but with Martian
missions. There’s relatively few time markers that I noticed –one of the crew
on the ship that we meet has a collection of 70s music and sitcoms, so it can’t
be so far that they are utterly dated. Or not. Like I said, there are very few
time markers.
What the book is is mainly the log of Mark
Watney, who is a member of the third Mars mission. He is both a botanist and a mechanical
engineer. After a freak accident, the rest of his crew leaves him on the Martian
surface, thinking he was dead. The rest of the book is about how Watney tries
to survive and the rescue efforts taken by NASA to retrieve him. Overall, it is
an interesting book, and it was an easy read.
There are some issues, though. The bulk of
the book is told through these logs he is inputting, and it tries to capture
Watney’s personality, but they have the same sort of issues that everything
written in epistolary form have – not all of the situations have a logical
reason to explain why this person would be sitting down and explaining to
whomever what happened in such detail. This is even stronger in the beginning,
where there seems to be no hope, as he has been left for dead. There are
additional problems with characterization. Watney’s first words in the book, as
related to the log, is an F-Bomb. My first reaction to the character was that
he didn’t come across as a super educated astronaut scientist. It took a while
to really get a sense of the character’s voice, as for a huge chunk of the time;
he is the narrator, inputting his logs.
A problem for me was structural. There was
the log entry format, but then Weir slipped into a traditional third past omniscient
for scenes at NASA and in the ship that his former crew occupied. It was as if
he started in in the log format, but then he realized he wanted scenes off the surface
of Mars and had to figure out a way to make that work. It doesn’t. If I were
workshopping this, I would tell Weir that that was a point that needed work. He
could have lost the log-entry structure and not lost any narrative urgency.
There is a further problem with characterization.
Watney works alone, but I didn’t believe any of the relationships. At the beginning,
as he was explaining through the log structure the other characters I didn’t
feel any real warmth or depth of the relationship between these people who
supposedly had spent a lot of time together. Even later, that never really
developed for me. I was at first under the impression that Mark was an outsider
for some reason, which was so under-worked. There’s also the problem that every
one of the crew had like two doctorates, thus Watney was both a mechanical
engineer and a botanist. It can be handwaved, but it is very important for the
plot. Thus, it feels like a little much, like a super-hero with no weaknesses.
This leads into the narrative issues, in that
so much of what Watney does is over explained. It goes back to the world
building aspect. The author needs to know all this stuff to make the world
work, but once he starts explaining everything it is too much for me. It made
me think of that sort of dialogue in TV shows where once character says, “Run
this through the GLC,” and the other replies, “You mean the gas-liquid chromatography machine?”
And as a viewer, you know it’s just to tell the viewers what they talking about
because they already know. It’s worse when they then go and explain the
mechanism. Weir explains the mechanism.
I don’t point out all the flaws to be too critical. This is still a
very well paced book that builds tension and makes you think how you would act
if left behind on a Mars mission. The action builds and resolves and it is
entirely satisfying. I’m just critical because of all that it is implies all
that it could be, but it is not. I know I’ll watch for Weir’s next book with
anticipation.