OK, so you have all the elements. The first hundred colonists being sent to Mars. A planet dripping with resources for a hungry Earth, and ‘red’ environmentalists hanging on at all costs. A love-triangle between the most powerful three, and a murder thrown in for good measure. You’d think this would be the basis for a good novel right?


Boring, beyond, belief.

I gave up and left this slow slow snail of a story well behind me. I mean, they even had something like freakin Ninja’s and this was *still* boring, like a long slow pan of the most gorgeous landscape you can imagine. But again, and again, and again. A visual feast, but nothing much else doing.

Robinson has written two sequels to Red Mars, and you can bet your patooty I will not be rushing out to the library to find them.