Great review @Terpsichore . I know that De Céspedes has been popular on the thread but tbh the comparisons with Elena Ferrante put me off. Your review made her sound much more like my kind of thing :)
39 Project Hail Mary, Andy Weir
I haven't read The Martian or Artemis, or seen any of the films based on Weir's work. This was my first experience.
Many of you will already know the basics of the story of this one although I will avoid spoilers. Ryland Grace, a disappointed research scientist turned middle school science teacher, wakes in an unfamiliar and futuristic dormitory. He doesn't initially know where he is, or why he's there, but as his memory returns, he gradually remembers that he is on a mission TO SAVE HUMANITY.
I liked bits of this. It's funny, and hopeful. There are numerous situations where Grace has to cobble together a scientific solution to a problem, and it was fun to see science written about in this creative and inventive way. I shamefacedly admit to knowing very little about science (our school science teaching was woeful and unfortunately, no amount of listening to The Infinite Monkey Cage seems to have made up for that), and I didn't always follow what was being described, but apparently it's all real science, and carefully explained.
I disliked: the aw-shucks, modest, only-a-hero-against-his-will White American Male protagonist. The casual stereotypes that make the other background characters unlikable or quirky (the Russians drink too much! The "Africans" are incompetent and corrupt! The scary female boss is...well, bossy and female). The way that, despite the humour, it all takes itself incredibly seriously - this is, after all, a book about one very special guy who is going to perform heroic tasks in space to save not just the earth and everyone on it, but also other planets too. Forgive my cynicism but I found it hard to get on board.
40 Set My Heart to Five, Simon Stephenson
Another day, another quirky and humorous work of near-future science fiction. Comparing this to PHM was useful in understanding why I hadn't really liked the previous book much.
In this universe, humans have locked themselves out of the internet through their own stupidity, and Elon Musk has blown up the moon. Unpleasant and unpopular jobs are done by a population of humanoid bots, indistinguishable on sight from humans. Bots are generally unpopular with humans - treated as slaves, they are also met with disgust and fear, encouraged by a popular film industry in which bots are always the baddies.
It's okay, though, because bots don't have feelings. Which is why our narrator, Jared (a bot), freaks out when he finds himself crying at a sad film, and facing the prospect of being destroyed with unfamiliar fear. Is he developing feelings? And what does that mean? (he knows, unfortunately what it will mean - at best he will be "wiped" - at worst, incinerated).
Jared is a complete nerd, with an awful sense of humour, which is one reason I liked him a lot. I can imagine that, as a narrator, he is marmite - he loves puns and has silly repeated catchphrases which sound awkward and (to me) endearing. When he sets out on his own very big adventure, he is not trying to save humanity (humans come off pretty badly in this vision of the near future, although there are good ones, and Jared is not anti-human). He just wants a chance to show people that bots should be treated kindly, and that a bot with feelings is not an abomination.
Lightweight, likeable silliness with a pleasing level of emotional heft and some understated underlying questions about what makes us who we are.
41 Flesh, David Szalay
'Karl says you were in the Army,' Mrs Nyman says.
'Yes.'
'How was that?' she asks.
'How was that?' The traffic is moving again and he has to focus on it for a minute.
'Yes,' she says.
'It was....' He wonders what to say, what sort of answer she's looking for. 'It was okay,' he says.
'It was okay?'
'Yes'
'What does that mean?' she asks.
'What does it mean?'
'Yes.'
'It means... it was okay.'
Finished this morning and still mulling it over. Istvan, our protagonist, is a man of few words - spending time in his company is like spending time with a teenage boy. He says very little, and what he does say is often just 'okay' or 'fine' (see above - in his time in the army, he saw active service in Iraq, witnessed a friend killed in an attack and was awarded a medal for his bravery in trying to save him. 'It was okay'). As well as being taciturn, he's often passive, doing things that are suggested to him - his infrequent acts of agency occasionally coming accompanied with a burst of violence. His life is full of dramatic events but there are probably only a handful of times where we see him make a conscious choice about anything of consequence. As the title suggests, much of the book is given over to what Istvan's body does - the eating, the smoking, the work, the sex.
Sometimes, rarely, Szalay lets us see into Istvan's head, where there are complex thoughts. After one such insightful passage, his wife asks him what he's thinking about. 'Nothing,' he replies.
The cover of this book is festooned with quotes from critics and other writers: "astonishing", "brilliant", "a masterpiece". I'm not sure that I saw this, quite. It's certainly made me think (and I could probably write a decent short essay on the differences between this, where you see so little of the main character's inner thoughts, and PHM where there's a constant stream of inner monologue). I can see why it won the Booker but I think I will be glad to move on to something less sparse.