There are any number of films and books about humans colonising Mars, but the best of them, in me ‘umble opinion, is Kim Stanley Robinson’s Mars Trilogy, Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars. (the best film to date, also ‘umbly opinionated, is The Martian)
Like all his books they’re not for the faint of heart. They are dense, deeply researched, heartbreakingly human, and unfathomably optimistic. (an optimism which admittedly has to be dug out of the quagmire of fallibility)
From the time I came across Red Mars not long after it was released, (heavens to murgatriod, 1993 – how time flies!) I’ve read every novel he’s written since then. The latest offering being 2140, set in a flooded Manhattan, New York, where rising sea levels have produced a new kind of New York state of mind.
Lets just take a moment to admire this gorgeous cover art by Stephan Martiniere …
I got my copy from our local library and like most of their books it was the hardcover version, and weighed a ton. I had to make myself a stand from some little boxes and cushions to read the damn thing, but it was worth it.
By 2140, I’ll be one hundred and eighty-one years old.
Wouldn’t it be something, to live that long, healthily?
To witness all the changes that we’ll have to go through as our anthropocene epoch runs its course.
Is it possible with today’s level of medical/technology? Probably not, but I don’t have to get all the way to 2140 from here in 2017. All I have to do is get to where it can be done, 10 years, 20, 50 years from now. Each decade becoming a boost up to the next one.
Wouldn’t that be something!
The Piano Man himself and the original New York State of mind.
And for a little mellower version, this is Babs doing what she does best …