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vessel's review against another edition
adventurous
dark
emotional
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.5
Here's the thing about Solaris: Lem is describing the biology, behaviors, and visuals of the ocean that wouldn't be out of place on the cover of a space themed dark ambient album, I'm having fun. He's describing the arcane, involved, and controversial academic scene surrounding it, I'm still having fun. We pivot to interpersonal drama and having to listen to the same irritating academic dudes ramble on or argue impotently or say racial slurs, I'm not having fun anymore.
If you're a pervert like me who's really into speculative biology and fun sci fi worldbuilding, there are a number of parts in this book that are a joy to imagine and roll over in your brain. There are concepts posited that are fascinating to consider, and once again, its striking imagery alone makes it clear for me why it is considered a classic.
Personally, I found the protagonist incredibly grating and annoying, along with pretty much every single other character (excluding the ocean), and there was just something about the pacing that I could not stand. I was having fun about half the time reading this, and the other half felt like pulling teeth. It gets a bonus for the brief moments of effective suspense and horror, along with the occasionally quite charming, deeply dated elements that in the year 2023 very much read as "retrofuturism".
Content Warnings
Graphic: Suicide and Suicide attempt
Moderate: Injury/Injury detail, Alcohol, and Toxic relationship
Minor: Racism and Murder
snarf137's review against another edition
adventurous
challenging
dark
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.75
This was such a subtle and mature read. For some reason, it wasn't as gripping as I expected (given that everything about this story is right up my alley), but the concepts were deft and the writing was beautiful. I still can't quite place why this isn't a full 5/5 stars (perhaps it is, with a little more mental digestion), but suffice to say that this story is technically perfect.
Overall a tragic and mesmerizing account of the undescribeable, where the most intimate chambers of the characters' interior lives are laid bear and blur with something that is completely 'other'. Also one of the best descriptions of the truly Alien that I have encountered: the existence of a reasoning being whose motivations are forever beyond human understanding.
"So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox.."
"The beat of our hearts combines, and all at once, out of the surrounding void where nothing exists or can exist, steals a presence of indefinable, unimaginable cruelty. The caress that created us and which wrapped us in a golden cloak becomes the crawling of innumerable fingers. Our white, naked bodies dissolve into a swarm of black creeping things, and I am – we are – a mass of glutinous coiling worms, endless, and in that infinity, no, I am infinite, and I howl soundlessly, begging for death and for an end. But simultaneously I am dispersed in all directions, and my grief expands in a suffering more acute than any waking state, a pervasive, scattered pain piercing the distant blacks and reds, hard as rock and ever-increasing, a mountain of grief visible in the dazzling light of another world."
Overall a tragic and mesmerizing account of the undescribeable, where the most intimate chambers of the characters' interior lives are laid bear and blur with something that is completely 'other'. Also one of the best descriptions of the truly Alien that I have encountered: the existence of a reasoning being whose motivations are forever beyond human understanding.
"So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox.."
"The beat of our hearts combines, and all at once, out of the surrounding void where nothing exists or can exist, steals a presence of indefinable, unimaginable cruelty. The caress that created us and which wrapped us in a golden cloak becomes the crawling of innumerable fingers. Our white, naked bodies dissolve into a swarm of black creeping things, and I am – we are – a mass of glutinous coiling worms, endless, and in that infinity, no, I am infinite, and I howl soundlessly, begging for death and for an end. But simultaneously I am dispersed in all directions, and my grief expands in a suffering more acute than any waking state, a pervasive, scattered pain piercing the distant blacks and reds, hard as rock and ever-increasing, a mountain of grief visible in the dazzling light of another world."
Content Warnings
Graphic: Suicide attempt
Moderate: Murder, Grief, Toxic relationship, and Panic attacks/disorders
Minor: Racism and Alcohol
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