Feb 17, 09
Read in January, 2009
Mars fascinates us. We’ve probed and photographed our neighbor for years but never managed to visit in person. Our pulp prophets have launched thousands upon thousands of occupying armadas from its orbit, their commanders green-skinned and tentacled and wanting to be taken to our leaders. Ray Bradbury, though, gently subverts fact and expectation in The Martian Chronicles, with humanity becoming both explorers and invaders of the Red Planet.
Chronicles binds 26 of shorts and short shorts -- most original to the collection, some not -- into an overarching narrative about man’s arrival on, settlement in and abandonment of Mars. The initial stories weave horror into the blend, the planet’s telepathic inhabitants considering the earthlings to be romantic rivals (“Ylla”), insane (“The Earth Men”) and, finally, marauders (“The Third Expedition”), with fatal results. Only after disease runs rampant among the inhabitants does man begin to colonize, ushering in a looser middle section. “The Green Morning” re-imagines the myth of Johnny Appleseed. “Way in the Middle of the Air” tackles race relations. A lonely couple mourning the loss of a child finds unexpected comfort in “The Martian.” But colonies can’t survive without support from the motherland, a theme the final stories tighten around. With war raging back home, a business owner gets ensnared by bitter irony (“The Off Season”), a frustrated Romeo learns that there are worse fates than loneliness (“The Silent Towns”) and a widowed inventor faces “The Long Years” with the family he fashioned for himself.
Despite Bradbury’s mastery of the short story, Chronicles never quite comes together. His infatuation with middle America (“Rocket Summer,” “Interim”), emphasis on the evils of censorship (“Usher II”) and embracing of facile humanism (“The Million-Year Picnic”) appear anachronistic when viewed from Mars’ desert wastes. Also, continuity isn’t his strong point; the capabilities, culture and even appearance of the Martians varies from piece to piece. But when read individually, the stories still have the power to steal both your breath and imagination. Chronicles’ threads are stronger than their frayed sum.