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Taken from a short story by Arthur C. Clarke, published in 1951 under the title The Sentinel, it wrote this novel in collaboration with Stanley Kubrick. He masterfully adapted it to offer us the 2001 Space Odyssey in 1968. Like many others, I saw the film on several occasions, bewitched by Zarathustra and the waltzes of Strauss, which stick so well to Kubrick's images free of dialogue. Hence, the film ending was confusing, even if I appreciated that the director left the viewer the freedom to interpret this epilogue. Wishing to approach this story from a different angle, I read the novel, where I found the film's oppressive atmosphere. And the same sanitized sets, only punctuated by the monotone voice of Carl, the supercomputer whose real name is HAL, give IBM a close degree in the alphabet. From the origins of humans to the moon, we quickly arrive at Explorer I en route to Saturn with Dave Bowman and Frank Poole on board. I was won over by the rhythm of this novel, served by short chapters and the depth of the reflection, Unveiling the hidden text, even if the author provides us with some keys. However, the reader remains free to see what he wishes to draw from his reflections. This novel makes you want to extend the journey to the Universe's far reaches and explain the origins.