It was 60 years ago this year that science-fiction grandmaster,
Sir Arthur C. Clarke, wrote one of his lesser known books The Sands of Mars. It was
never as famous as Childhood's End (1953), 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) or Rendezvous with Rama (1972), but it was great
book none-the-less, and I would like to now share with you some of my thoughts about it, as it nears the end of its sixtieth orbit around our Sun.
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| The Hohmann Transfer Orbit, a means for us to leave Earth's orbit and head to Mars. |
The story follows writer Martin Gibson as he
travels to Mars in an effort to publicise the nascent colony's efforts to grow the Red Planet. The first part of the story recalls his crossing between Earth and
Mars on the Ares, a ship that it is hoped will one day be a Cunard-like vehicle for people leaving Earth permanently. As he
travels, we watch him adapt to three months in
space and befriend and learn from the crew, all the while writing reports to his publishing company back on Earth.
Upon arrival on Mars, he interacts with and befriends the citizens
of this New World, not only growing to admire their early efforts to bring civilization to this distant place, but himself becoming Martian
in outlook and in one instance making a discovery that changes humanity forever.
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| A 2005 NASA impression of an early human settlement on Mars |
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| NASA's 'Spirit Mars Exploration Rover - A', 2004-2010 |
The book is an enjoyable story and it is hard to believe it is sixty years old. As with most science-fiction, there are some
errors, the biggest being the Martian-based biological discriptions that subsequent exploration efforts have proved non-existent. But these errors are completely
outweighed by the amazing insight -- both the scientific and psychological -- Clarke brings to the early human effort of travelling to other planets and exploring the stars. For example, in one
of my favourite passages, Gibson recalls the momentous occasion of him leaving
Earth’s orbit for the first time:
Down there is all my past life and the
lives of all my ancestors back to the first blob of jelly in the first primeval
sea. No colonist or explorer setting sail from his native land ever left so much
behind as I am leaving now. Down beneath those clouds lays the whole of human
history: soon I shall be able to eclipse with my little finger what was, until
a lifetime ago, all of Man’s dominion and everything that his art has saved
from time. (Page 22)
As well as capturing the genius, courage and audacity of humanity's first efforts to become a space-faring race, Clarke also notes how, as human beings, we will inevitability
take our failings to the stars as well. In one instance while the protagonist is
outside the ship exploring space, he encounters some of the rubbish that has been cast from the spaceship pulling him
along. Here, Clarke writes in a way anyone who regularly walks around London, Toronto or New York knows only too well: “We’ve been throwing out
waste every day for weeks... and all our junk will soon go shooting out from the solar system.” When traveling
around Mars in an aircraft there is a crash, and while I don't want to give too much away, this episode not only has a lasting impact on Gibson and the story,
it also gives us an idea of how both terrifying and
magnificent it will be when we finally examine Mars by foot, wing and wheel.
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| NASA artist impression in the late 1980s |
Despite some technological issues, none of which really
distract from the story and could easily be updated by word replacement
software – 'typewriter' to 'tablet computer', etc., Clarke’s 1951 story of a voyage
to and life on Mars remains remarkably visionary and inspiring. We know now
that Mars has a barren and lifeless surface, but we also know that one day many years ago, it had liquid water and perhaps even life. We also know that the spaceships
in our future will not launch from Earth, but rather a giant orbiting
space station just like the ‘Space Station One’ of Gibson’s time. Further, and
on a slightly more mundane note, we also know how viral marketing and earned
media are often the best way to excite people about something new and fresh. Clarke wasn't writing a marketing manual, but in these aspects of Sands, he was spot on.
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| An artist impression of an O'Neill cylinder space station from The High Frontier: Human Colonies in Space by American physicist Gerard K. O'Neill |
So if you’re looking for something interesting to read and you are already familiar with Sir Arthur C. Clarke's more famous works, then give Sands of Mars a read. At 60 years, it’s
still a fun, inspiring and reasonably accurate book that will satisfy anyone
looking for some hard science-fiction to supplement their diet of Silver Surfer or Captain Atomic.
(The
author of this piece read the reprinted Sidgwick and Jackson 1982 edition
which was found at Orbital Comics in London, UK)
