Harvey, Samantha ORBITAL
Six multi-national astronauts, some men, some women, are
aboard the International Space Station. They swoop around the Earth at 17,000
miles an hour and experience 16 sunrises and sunsets in one 24-hour Earth day.
We hear bits and pieces of their lives, meet their families, share their ambitions
and dreams, hear about their food, and learn about some of their scientific
experiments. The astronauts spend a lot of time taking photos out of the
windows and Ms. Harvey describes what they are seeing at length, right down to
the lights of various cities.
What this all comes down to is a work of philosophical meditation
on what it means to be a human being within the great unknown of the cosmos. One
topic considered at length is would we have been better off sitting tight with
the medieval belief that God had dropped us at the center with all things
revolving around us i.e., scuttle Copernicus. Or should we charge forward to
the moon and beyond with the hope of unlocking more of the universe’s secrets? A dose of cynicism was added to the mix by noting
that we sent Voyager out and desperately hoped, but heard nothing and probably
never will. We didn’t ask to be born or
to inherit an earth to look after. We
are after all, alone “a piddling speck at the center of nothing.”
To give a better idea of her prose style a longer quote
might be helpful. “Without the earth we are all finished. We couldn’t survive a
second without its grace, we are sailors on a ship on a deep, dark, unswimmable
sea.” This was followed by the admonition that we had better start thinking
about taking better care of it.
I know this novel won the prestigious Booker Prize in 2024,
but I must admit I found its lush prose getting too repetitive. After the fifth
recounting of a sunrise, beautiful as it was, I began to skip ahead and search
for something that would produce more dramatic juice. That search was fruitless,
and we ended up with an award-winning novel that doesn’t really have much of a plot
in the classic sense. We have a series of events, or should we say revolutions,
but no complications to create tension,
thus producing no real climax or final conclusion.
I get it that her goal seems to be a lyrical meditation on both
the position of humanity and the fragility of our planet, but it also defeats some
of her own purpose by creating a kind of numbing word salad without the tension
needed to move me at the finish.
I give it a mild 3.5



