My first Arthur C. Clarke and what an experience.
I was blown away by how well he captured the human condition. Every character felt so real and well fleshed out. You really feel like you’re there inside the Selene trying to survive. You felt for Lawrence and the amount of work and stress he was under to try to rescue everyone. You start to root for Pat and Sue and their blossoming love story during the fight for their survival. You even felt for Lawson, whose dark childhood shaped the scientist he became, and his hostility and disdain for others becomes understandable.
This is story about a tourist ‘boat’ called Selene, who is on a routine tour across the lunar surface, when one fateful day, the Sea of Thirst decides to claim its first victims in millions of years. It’s a story of survival, found family, impressive feats of engineering, and this was written before humans ever set foot on the moon!
Hats off to Sir Clarke for the incredible journey that is A Fall of Moondust. I was gripped from the start, and the tension of the rescue mission kept me engaged all the way to the end.
The plotting is perfection. The perspectives from inside Selene, Lawson’s pov, Spenser’s pov and Lawrence’s were just what the story needed to give the reader the best vantage point to get the full experience out of this book. I loved the moments of Hansteen urging everyone to come up with ideas for entertainment, and I loved, even more, the fact that Clarke included those moments for us to see. Most authors would leave that as an allusion, but he fully wrote out the mock court scenes, the reading of Shane and The Apple and The Orange. Every moment of the passenger’s plight was a joy to see; people from all walks of live coming together and working as a team to survive when rescue is uncertain gave me such hope in humanity.
The perspective of the media was very intriguing. I’m glad he wrote that, because it provided a sensationalized view of the whole situation. It shows how entertainment can be shallow, and Spenser comes across as a hungry reporter only interested in showcasing the best “scoop.” Whatever the cost, he’s gonna get the shot.
I have to mention one of my favorite moments was when Lawson starts beating himself up that his sensor is useless, it’s not working as it should and isn’t helpful in this situation, and Lawrence comes over and just starts shaking him out of it. He goes, listen, kid, pull yourself together. Hope may not be completely lost, and basically calms him down and talks him through it. It was a beautiful scene and deeply memorable to me.
As if you need more excuses to pick this up, it’s even got a love story! I was not expecting the romance to be so sweet and have such a happy ending. I’m so glad that Clarke chose to include this in this suspenseful story. It adds a load of difference and weight to the narrative.
For a book about survival, A Fall of Moondust is incredibly hopeful at its heart. To see so many people working together to rescue these trapped passengers, the passengers themselves supporting each other sends a lovely message at the end of the day. I’m so grateful to have finally read Clarke, and can’t wait to dive into more of his works.
If you love well thought out characters, stories about survival, stories about love and humanity, I beg you to give A Fall of Moondust a read.
Quotes
It was a sea of dust, not of water, and therefore it was alien to all the experience of men—therefore, also, it fascinated and attracted them.
…perhaps no man could appreciate his own world, until he had seen it from space.
The mind has many watchdogs; sometimes they bark unnecessarily, but a wise man never ignores their warning.
It was a reminder of the fact, which no scientist should ever forget, that human senses perceived only a tiny, distorted picture of the Universe. Tom Lawson had never heard of Plato's analogy of the chained prisoners in the cave, watching shadows cast upon a wall and trying to deduce from them the realities of the external world. But here was a demonstration that Plato would have appreciated; for which Earth was 'real'—the perfect crescent visible to the eye, the tattered mushroom glowing in the far infra-red—or neither?
For a moment the astronomer sat quite motionless, obviously in full control of himself but apparently listening to some inner voice. What was it telling him? wondered Lawrence. Perhaps that he was part of mankind, even though it had condemned him to that unspeakable orphans' home when he was a child. Perhaps that, somewhere in the world, there might be a person who could care for him, and who would break through the ice that had encrusted his heart...
The radio link had already transformed their lives, had brought them hope and put them in touch with their loved ones. Yet in a way, he was almost sorry that their seclusion was ended. The heart-warming sense of solidarity, which even Miss Morley's outburst had scarcely ruffled, was already a fading dream. They no longer formed a single group, united in the common cause of survival. Now their lives had diverged again into a score of independent aims and ambitions. Humanity had swallowed them up once more, as the ocean swallows a rain-drop.
In some ways, thought Lawrence, the Moon was an engineer's paradise. The low gravity, the total absence of rust or corrosion—indeed, of weather itself, with its unpredictable winds and rains and frosts—removed at once a whole range of problems that plagued all terrestrial enterprises. But to make up for that, of course, the Moon had a few specialities of its own—like the two-hundred-below-zero nights, and the dust that they were fighting now.
In space, boredom could be a killer. It might take longer than say, a leak in an airline—but it could be just as effective, and was sometimes much messier.
He had sometimes wondered if the real reason why men sought danger was that only thus could they find the companionship and solidarity which they unconsciously craved.