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the Martian is a fun story that is told without any sort of grace or skill whatsoever. I'm curious about weir's background. The book smacks of something written by a scientist who decided to try his hand at writing rather than someone who has devoted their life to the craft of storytelling. There were lots of moments where the writing itself yanked me out of the story faster than one of his broken airlocks; that's never pleasant. Some of the action sequences are told at a pace so quick, there's no time for the tension to really build before its all over. It isn't great writing. The dialog is wooden and unimaginative. The attempts at foreshadowing are blunt and transparent.

So why did I enjoy it so much? You got me, but I did. It's a super light read. The main character is super relatable. You're rooting for him. It appeals to your sense of adventure. But mostly I think it just has so much sheer science nerdery, it very nearly makes up for what it may lack in craft. It's not a great work, but I really enjoyed it.