⏲ Read time: 3-5 minutes
Easily one of my all-time favorite stories is The Martian by Andy Weir, so this was a no-brainer to put Artemis my To-Read list. I had been waiting a long time to read this book, so long in fact, it was actually a Christmas gift! Since I was in-between stories and scheduled pick-up at my local library, there was no time like the present to read this.
Welcome to Artemis, the moon’s first and only city. This isn’t anything like the future the Jetsons promised us, as it appears to be an extension of life on earth. If you’re not a wealthy tourist or a billionare looking to strike a business deal, it’s no lap of luxury.
This is where we meet Jazz, our main character. She’s an Artemis-lifer, or has lived on the moon long enough that the thought of sending her back to earth makes her sicker than the gravity sickness she’d no doubt endure. With a flair for mischief, the threat of deportation is always immanent but we’re quick to learn that Jazz has quick wit and that same wit can get her in and out of trouble.
Life as a porter (or in general terms, a side-hustle as a smuggler), doesn’t pay a lot in Artemis, but with the right hook-up, it can open doors. An opportunity to rack some cash comes to Jazz’s attention when she’s presented the plan for the perfect crime: a heist to help take over a local enterprise.
All goes nearly according to plan, until the head honcho of the perfect crime gets murdered. Now Jazz finds herself in a predicament that not only puts her in danger, but the ones she loves too.
Without spoiling this story, I’ll be the first to admit that this is NOT The Martian, and it was never meant to be. I appreciate the main character as a bad-ass female who breaks all normal stereotypes: Jazz is a Saudi Arabian woman who is rather on the promiscuous side. As a female, Jazz was the epitome of a female lead written by a guy who created the near-perfect male persona in Mark Watney in The Martian, and felt that the two were hard to differentiate.
A reason why I love Weir’s style of writing is because his stories are just fun reads. The dialog was witty banter and there were parts that definitely made me chuckle. It’s quick to blow through pages and I appreciate how even though it was a quick read, Weir pays such close attention to detail that it’s almost hard not to invision this as next summer’s next blockbuster film. (Am I the only one who could totally see Liza Koshy as Jazz and Ansel Elgort as Svoboda?)
In part, I hope that Jazz’s story gets a part two because I felt that there was a lot of questions or scenarios that could have worked out. I’d love to know if she ever meets Kelvin, or if the moon’s population does grow beyond the realm of Artemis.
It didn’t give me the same sentiments as The Martian gave me, but I certainly didn’t hate it. Am I glad that I read it? Of course. Could it have waited a bit longer on my To-Read list? Probably.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5