and so anyway it turns out that reading The Martian – Andy Weir’s nostalgic utopia about a world in which when things are broken you can just pop the hood, roll up your sleeves and fix them – is a lot like reading someone else’s to-do lists, with none of the how will I ever get all of this done? thrills and suspense of your own to-do lists and without any of the satisfaction of being able to cross things off…
Not so much science fiction as checklist fiction.