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Red Mars (Mars Trilogy Book 1) Kindle Edition
“A staggering book . . . the best novel on the colonization of Mars that has ever been written.”—Arthur C. Clarke
For centuries, the barren, desolate landscape of the red planet has beckoned to humankind. Now a group of one hundred colonists begins a mission whose ultimate goal is to transform Mars into a more Earthlike planet. They will place giant satellite mirrors in Martian orbit to reflect light onto its surface. Black dust sprinkled on the polar caps will capture warmth and melt the ice. And massive tunnels drilled into the mantle will create stupendous vents of hot gases. But despite these ambitious goals, there are some who would fight to the death to prevent Mars from ever being changed.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSpectra
- Publication dateMay 27, 2003
- File size10487 KB
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“Absorbing . . . a scientifically informed imagination of rare ambition at work.”—The New York Times Book Review
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For eons, sandstorms have swept the barren desolate landscape of the red planet. For centuries, Mars has beckoned to mankind to come and conquer its hostile climate. Now, in the year 2026, a group of one hundred colonists is about to fulfill that destiny.
John Boone, Maya Toitavna, Frank Chalmers, and Arkady Bogdanov lead a mission whose ultimate goal is the terraforming of Mars. For some, Mars will become a passion driving them to daring acts of courage and madness; for others it offers and opportunity to strip the planet of its riches. And for the genetic "alchemists, " Mars presents a chance to create a biomedical miracle, a breakthrough that could change all we know about life...and death.
The colonists place giant satellite mirrors in Martian orbit to refl
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All lies, Frank Chalmers thought irritably. He was sitting in a row of dignitaries, watching his old friend John Boone give the usual Boone Inspirational Address. It made Chalmers weary. The truth was the trip to Mars had been the functional equivalent of a long train ride. Not only had they not become fundamentally different beings, they had actually become more like themselves than ever, stripped of habits until they were left with nothing but the naked raw material of their selves. But John stood up there waving a forefinger at the crowd, saying, “We came here to make something new, and when we arrived our earthly differences fell away, irrelevant in this new world!” Yes, he meant it all literally. His vision of Mars was a lens that distorted everything he saw, a kind of religion. He would spout the same nonsense in private conversation, no matter how you rolled your eyes.
Chalmers stopped listening and let his gaze wander over the new city. They were going to call it Nicosia. It was the first town of any size to be built freestanding on the Martian surface; all the buildings were set inside what was in effect an immense clear tent, supported by a nearly invisible frame, and placed on the rise of Tharsis, west of Noctis Labyrinthus. This location gave it a tremendous view, with a distant western horizon punctuated by the broad peak of Pavonis Mons. For the Mars veterans in the crowd it was giddy stuff: they were on the surface, they were out of the trenches and mesas and craters, they could see forever! Hurrah!
A laugh from the audience drew Frank’s attention back to his old friend. John Boone had a slightly hoarse voice and a friendly Midwestern accent, and he was by turns (and somehow even all at once) relaxed, intense, sincere, self-mocking, modest, confident, serious, and funny. In short, the perfect public speaker. And the audience was rapt; this was the First Man On Mars speaking to them, and judging by the looks on their faces they might as well have been watching Jesus produce their evening meal out of the loaves and fishes. And in fact John almost deserved their adoration for performing a similar miracle on another plane, transforming their tin-can existence into an astounding spiritual voyage. “On Mars we will come to care for each other more than ever before,” John said, which really meant, Chalmers thought, an alarming incidence of the kind of behavior seen in rat overpopulation experiments; “Mars is a sublime, exotic and dangerous place,” said John—meaning a frozen ball of oxidized rock on which they were exposed to about fifteen rem a year; “And with our work,” John continued, “we are carving out a new social order and the next step in the human story”—i.e., the latest variant in primate dominance dynamics.
John finished with this flourish, and there was, of course, a huge roar of applause. Maya Toitovna then went to the podium to introduce Chalmers. Frank gave her a private look which meant he was in no mood for any of her jokes; she saw it and said, “Our next speaker has been the fuel in our little rocket ship,” which somehow got a laugh. “His vision and energy are what got us to Mars in the first place, so save any complaints you may have for our next speaker, my old friend Frank Chalmers.”
At the podium he found himself surprised by how big the town appeared. It covered a long triangle, and they were gathered at its highest point, a park occupying the western apex. Seven paths rayed down through the park to become wide, tree-lined, grassy boulevards. Between the boulevards stood low trapezoidal buildings, each faced with polished stone of a different color. The size and architecture of the buildings gave things a faintly Parisian look, Paris as seen by a drunk Fauvist in spring, sidewalk cafés and all. Four or five kilometers downslope the end of the city was marked by three slender skyscrapers, beyond which lay the low greenery of the farm. The skyscrapers were part of the tent framework, which overhead was an arched network of sky-colored lines. The tent fabric itself was invisible, and so taken all in all, it appeared that they stood in the open air. That was gold, that was. Nicosia was going to be a popular city.
Chalmers said as much to the audience, and enthusiastically they agreed. Apparently he had the crowd, fickle souls that they were, about as securely as John. Chalmers was bulky and dark, and he knew he presented quite a contrast to John’s blond good looks; but he knew as well that he had his own rough charisma, and as he warmed up he drew on it, falling into a selection of his own stock phrases.
Then a shaft of sunlight lanced down between the clouds, striking the upturned faces of the crowd, and he felt an odd tightening in his stomach. So many people there, so many strangers! People in the mass were a frightening thing (as they were individually)—all those wet ceramic alien eyes encased in pink blobs, looking at him…. Usually when he spoke to an audience he picked out a few faces and the rest became visual filler, but with the sunlight coursing over his shoulder they all caught at his eye at once, and it was nearly too much. Five thousand people in a single Martian town! After all the years in Underhill it was hard to grasp.
Foolishly he tried to tell the audience something of this. “Looking,” he said. “Looking around … the strangeness of our presence here is … accentuated.”
He was losing the crowd. How to say it? How to say that they alone in all that rocky world were alive, their faces glowing like paper lanterns in the light? How to say that even if living creatures were no more than carriers for ruthless genes, this was still somehow better than the blank mineral nothingness of everything else?
Of course he could never say it. Not at any time, perhaps, and certainly not in a speech. So he collected himself. “In the Martian desolation,” he said, “the human presence is, well, a remarkable thing.” (They would care for each other more than ever before, a voice in his mind repeated sardonically.) “The planet, taken in itself, is a dead frozen nightmare” (therefore exotic and sublime) “and so thrown on our own, we of necessity are in the process of … reorganizing a bit” (or forming a new social order)—so that yes, yes, yes, he found himself proclaiming exactly the same lies they had just heard from John!
Ridiculous. But lies were what people wanted; that was politics. Thus at the end of his speech he too got a big roar of applause. Irritated, he announced it was time to eat, depriving Maya of her chance for a final remark. Although probably she had known he would do that and so hadn’t bothered to think of any. Frank Chalmers liked to have the last word.
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- ASIN : B000QCS914
- Publisher : Spectra; Reprint edition (May 27, 2003)
- Publication date : May 27, 2003
- Language : English
- File size : 10487 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 608 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 0553560735
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Kim Stanley Robinson is a winner of the Hugo, Nebula, and Locus Awards. He is the author of eleven previous books, including the bestselling Mars trilogy and the critically acclaimed Fifty Degrees Below, Forty Signs of Rain, The Years of Rice and Salt, and Antarctica--for which he was sent to the Antarctic by the U.S. National Science Foundation as part of their Antarctic Artists and Writers' Program. He lives in Davis, California.
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So enthusiastic am I, that I am dismayed by some of the negative notices on the first pages of this review section. I can only assume that readers who were disappointed expected something more on the order of a space opera like “Star Wars,” with it’s black hats and white hats and Ming the Merciless-style villains. I can appreciate a good space opera, it’s an old and loved SF staple, and I spent the early part of Covid lockdown compulsively reading through the eight part The Expanse series by James S.A. Corey, the pen name of Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck (the ninth and last book is due out in 2021, and it’s a TV series carried on Amazon Prime. The rights to dramatize Robinson’s MARS trilogy are apparently held by Spike TV). The Expanse is a space opera full of plot, violence, action, drama and incident. It’s an engine in full throttle that rarely lets up and it’s wonderful escapist reading. And I recommend it to those readers who have trashed the Mars Trilogy. It may be more like what you expected.
RED MARS has all those things and much more, but done in an entirely different style. Kim Stanley Robinson is a writer of elegance, restraint, and cool observation and his vision of the colonization of Mars feels meticulous, realistic and credible, which is no easy achievement. It’s not an entertainment machine, it’s a means of thinking about the political, scientific and philosophical ramifications of space travel. He takes the crosscurrents of nationalism and volatile politics and extrapolates what those could mean to a space colonization of Mars. His vision is thoroughly believable, which is all the more remarkable since it was written during the elder Bush administration. This is not a dull book. It is full of varied characters, passion, action and violence. There is plenty of story and plot. There is also a sense of the awe-inspiring grandeur of an alien world and the deep fervor it inspires in its colonists.
It is cerebral, so be prepared for a rigorous (not passively languorous) book that makes demands on readers. If traveling down various byways of science isn’t for you, stay away from RED MARS rather than criticizing a genuine achievement that happens not to be your style
But these books have rich, complex characters who remind me of the people I've met throughout my career in science and business. They have full histories and their interactions are complex and always-evolving. The series follows the same characters over hundreds of years (their lives are extended through science!) and thus allows the reader to follow the colonization and terraforming efforts on Mars over a long course of time. The first settlers, who are our viewpoint characters, have children and fight and die and exist in a greater context of cultural tides that ebb and flow and affect how they think. You, the reader, experience these changes along with them, feeling their sorrows and their triumphs.
It's a difficult journey. It feels tedious at times. But it is exceptionally realistic and well-researched. If people were to go to Mars in the next two decades, to settle there, this could be a lot of what it would look like. And interestingly, many of the cultural undercurrents are very relevant to the political discussions going on lately about just how much power and influence corporations ought to have. It's worth reading for that, if you feel you can handle the bits where Robinson waxes poetic about katabatic winds and Martian geography.
Red Mars itself focuses on the initial colonization, and how the first decisions made by the settlers can have effects that last hundreds of years. It's a complicated book, full of engineering, politics, and change. I hope you enjoy it.
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A forma de exploração e assentamento em Marte é bem plausível assim como as questões éticas a cerca da terraformação do planeta. O livro foi escrito há bastante tempo e embora a ciência tenha avançado bastante em alguns temas em relação à data de publicação, o livro continua atual.
It is a completely believable tale of man's colonization of Mars, placed in the near future.
Aside from a beautifully written prose spiced with numerous poetical moments, it is replete with scientific and engineering ideas on what the human colonization of new planets will look like, which is what true science fiction is about.
But it is also a profound exploration of human nature - its misery and its greatness - and of how it will withstand, or not, the expansion to space and new worlds.
I was afraid it would be too close to our present to be truly interesting, but it turned out to be one of the greatest books I have read,