This
book seemed to be written with Matt Damon in mind, although I haven’t seen the
film. Most of the story is told through abandoned astronaut, Watney’s log,
which is tinged with tongue-in-cheek comments such as, ‘I’m off to play with
drugs and radiation’ and ‘yay, I’m pretty much f..cked.’
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But
this irony is what really defines this book as well as an entertaining lesson
on physics and chemistry. Stuck with seventies TV and disco as entertainment
provides contrast against the harsh realities of Mars.
So,
Watney is stranded on Mars after his team, believing him dead, cut their
mission short. Knowing what we now know about Mars, the book asks ‘what if...?’
There are no little green men, only dust storms, low gravity, extreme cold and
the sterile environment. In Bond fashion, Watney has to find creative solutions
to seemingly unsolvable problems.
And
the answers lie in a combination of potatoes, duct tape and sending Morse code
via the positioning of rocks. At any moment, Watney could blow himself, up,
starve to death, suffocate or die of thirst.
Survival
Odds on Mars
I
liked Watney being ahead of me in overcoming problems, some of which were nail-biting.
Examples were avoiding dust storms that would reduce power to solar cells,
leaving him stranded; getting blown up via a lethal mixture of oxygen and hydrogen
and avoiding an overdose of radiation from the RTG, a vital source of heat.
But
enjoyable though the book was, I couldn’t believe any human could get through
those 18 months alone on a desolate planet without more traumas to the psyche,
even with NASA training. Where was Watney’s mental breakdown, being spooked or
craving intimacy? He didn’t seem to miss a blue sky, a girlfriend or yearn for
smell fresh air. There were no descriptions of the other characters or of the
Mars’ landscape. How about the light? The mighty canyons? The weird haze in the
sky? Sometimes, I didn’t get a sense of being there.
The
read was diverting and educational, but the science stuff overshadowed what the
experience would really be like for a lone astronaut on a desolate planet.
Still, I left with a strong impression of Watney’s sardonic wit.
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