Part fantasy, part fabulism, part detective, award-winning author Chuck Rosenthal creates an alternative future for humankind and the universe.
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4.0 out of 5 stars
Psychedelic sci-fi sleuthing,
By Devon Kappa (New England, USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Heart of Mars (Hardcover)
It is four hundred years after mankind was rescued from ecological disaster by benevolent extraterrestrials. Much has changed. There are few pure humans left. There are no machines -- everything is biological, alive. And there is no more writing, or storytelling. It's just not how things are done.
The Heart of Mars is poetic, almost psychedelic. The loose plot, involving half-human Marl's investigation into the hijacking to Mars of a ship full of fish, is only there to give the wispiest of structure to an elliptical journey that involves all manner of strange places and even stranger creatures with still stranger dispositions. The novel is a bit like an Alice in Wonderland in space, except that Marl, unlike Alice, is an intrinsic part of the strange world he inhabits. In the end, the plot essentially falls away. As Marl gets closer to solving the mystery, the mystery itself becomes less and less relevant, until all that remains is the importance of telling the story. The Heart of Mars may ultimately be too oblique for readers looking for a straight-forward narrative, and, to be honest, I'm not sure I understand it all. But the sustained otherness of the journey is enthralling.
2 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
burn it four RA RA RA billion years,
By Shell Don Ray "pelican coo-coo" (duck river USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: The Heart of Mars (Hardcover)
Chuck Rosenthal. Chuck Rosenthal. Obscure, I found you in the clearance rack eight years ago in the crimson hub, already out of print. I bought copies for everyone on the horizon, and then hired myself as scribe. Forgive me the outer strip. Your orbit! True dream, every one. This sounds ridiculous, and I understand it's a secret of sorts, yet, in peace you write the wave of my startlingly simple heart. Wool under bellied, laconic lachrymonts, breathe him in, and watch your blue scraps glue. A lucky Buzz, my brother, walks as we need our pears.
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