It wasn’t until I received the book as a Christmas gift that I was dragged into its orbit kicking and screaming. Project Hail Mary’s hype, especially after the tepid reception of Artemis, made me steer clear of diving into the story on my own. I still look back on the story fondly, but I rarely ever recommend it to folks.
I haven’t read Weir’s work since The Martian, and while I remember enjoying it, it has lost some of its sheen over time. Will Grace figure out the secrets of the astrophage before it’s too late for Earth? Luckily for him, he encounters an unlikely ally in the system. While the rest of the crew died on the journey, Grace is left alone to discover the solution to astrophage on a suicide mission. While it’s projected to dim it a mere ten percent, it would cause the global temperatures on earth to drop at least fifteen degrees celsius, ending civilization as we know it. Back in our solar system, a form of space algae, named “astrophage” by Grace himself, is dimming our sun’s light. Waking up with very little memory, Grace discovers he’s on a spaceship in another solar system with a mission to complete. Ryland Grace is humanity’s last and best hope for survival. However, I found myself on a warpath by the end of the book with dog eared pages marking my numerous casus belli. Now, I figured I would be tepid on Hail Mary, finding some of it enjoyable, while walking away from the experience with mixed feelings bordering on neutral.
What’s that? It was a darling of the 2021 science fiction book scene? Bah, humbug. Not even the more than lethal amount found within the pages of Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. Unfortunately, I’ve become like Mithridates, and no amount of poison will kill me. A little bit of poison helps the world go down. Folks, I know I promised to lay off the sauce.
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