I really enjoyed this, and found it a thoughtful and clever meta-fiction about life, and the carefully constructed stories (or "simulations") we create to enable ourselves to deal with our lives, and enable us to relate with the people on the journey with us.
Yes, "nothing" happens. Or, one could argue, everything happens -- the fact that one can so easily be mistaken for the other is, I think, part of Howrey's point, and I respect her for her dogged refusal to allow anything like a plot, or artificially contrived drama to interfere with her higher purpose.
That isn't going to be everyone's cuppa tea, and I have nothing but respect for anyone who gives it a try, and decides to walk away.
Bin in my opinion, Howrey sticks to her guns, and keep her eye on what we really want, and need from Mars:
Surely, it will be marvellous.
They'd wanted, from the beginning, an awful lot from a cold little carbon dioxide-filled planet with not enough atmospheric pressure to fly a kite and only the puny remnants of a magnet field. They wanted nothing less than life from this place â¦
Yes, "nothing" happens. Or, one could argue, everything happens -- the fact that one can so easily be mistaken for the other is, I think, part of Howrey's point, and I respect her for her dogged refusal to allow anything like a plot, or artificially contrived drama to interfere with her higher purpose.
That isn't going to be everyone's cuppa tea, and I have nothing but respect for anyone who gives it a try, and decides to walk away.
Bin in my opinion, Howrey sticks to her guns, and keep her eye on what we really want, and need from Mars:
Surely, it will be marvellous.
They'd wanted, from the beginning, an awful lot from a cold little carbon dioxide-filled planet with not enough atmospheric pressure to fly a kite and only the puny remnants of a magnet field. They wanted nothing less than life from this place â¦
