The Monday Book – Orbital by Samantha Harvey

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader and always learning; sometimes substitute teaching, sometimes grandbabysitting, sometimes selling books

Orbital by Samantha Harvey

I believe I caught just a tad of an NPR interview with Samantha Harvey, prompting me to add it to my library holds.

It looked, when I was struggling to get into a much thicker first book of the year (500+ pages of YA fantasy), like a sweet, easily digested thing to then pick up for a needed little break-in to the other.

Well…don’t let this book’s size–either in shape or number of pages (just over 200)–lead you to an erred conclusion anything similar to mine, that it would be, then, an easy read.

This is a beautiful novel of space exploration and a perspective of this earth we all occupy from space, the country borders, conflicts, challenges that exist on land nearly invisible from space, as well as a perspective of the people “in” space. And in all of that “space,” this is a dense and thoughtful, thought-filled and slow read.

A collection of six astronauts and cosmonauts from a variety of home countries (America, Russia, Italy, Britain, Japan) and ages and experiences are gathered together on a mission of this old space station, orbiting the earth. The entire book covers their 17,000-mile-per-hour, single day of 16 orbits of the Earth far below.

Tangentially, and as the stories are interspersed, we also learn about their earthly lives and some experiences. And oh, so beautiful are they.

My gut feeling is that this is all a little akin to Thoreau’s experiment at Walden Pond. Totally different, as it involves six people not one…and involves a spacecraft orbiting the earth rather than a 15×15 hut in the forest near Concord, Massachusetts, in the US.

But it is somewhat similar in, umm, “space” per person, possibly, and adding a totally different dimension and requiring these six people who barely know each other to co-exist. But similar to how Thoreau’s supposedly isolated existence at Walden Pond was the root of his experiment with keen observation of all surrounding him, so, too, is this. A component key to this story is what they all see from that far up, how they interact, adjust, accommodate, and also learn and discover and ponder about themselves. There’s a fine familiarity to this co-existence required for their success. But so, too, would it be nice–I think they’re saying–if those on the ground worked a little harder at getting along with each other, too.

There are numerous philosophical ponderings shared, some of which are just as sage as Thoreau’s and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s from that time. Emerson writes about the stars, for instance, and Harvey’s space travelers ponder sunrises, but oh how beautifully: “With each sunrise nothing is diminished or lost and every single one staggers them. Every single time that blade of light cracks open and the sun explodes from it, a momentary immaculate star, then spills the light like a pail upended, and floods the earth, every time night becomes day in a matter of a minute, every time the earth dips through space like a creature diving and finds another day, day after day after day from the depth of space, a day every ninety minutes, every day brand new and of infinite supply, it staggers them” (194).

And if you know me, you also know how much I treasure a sunrise, every sunrise.

This is simply a beautiful book–that thoughtful, that thought-filled, that wonderful.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Come back next Monday for another book review!

New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge

Writer Wendy’s weekly installment

The New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge opens tonight.

This is when about 15,000 people try writing a 3,000 word story in a week or less, based on a prompt that involves a character, a genre, and a plot device.

I’d always wanted to enter, and last year finally made it. (Hey, if the pandemic taught us anything, it’s: don’t postpone joy.) The prompts drop at midnight on Fridays. I rose bright and early Saturday morning to discover I was writing an action adventure story based on a coast-to-coast killer and a weird teacher.

Just shoot me.

Actually, I had a good time writing something in a genre I don’t even read. A little boning up on what action adventure entails, a little whimsical use of crochet as a plot device, and viola, I was through to the next round.

Round two is when the sheep and the goats start dividing. Round 1 is basically eliminating people who don’t write in complete sentences. Round two was fun as well, and while I enjoyed it, my life was complete by not getting tossed out the first time in the first round.

So when I advanced to round 3, I was kinda astonished. And scared. Pressure was on. We were now down to 100s instead of 1000s.

I didn’t make round 4 last year. The prompt drops at midnight, and I certainly plan to get at least to round 3 this year. We shall see.

Except a lot of weird questions. One reason I made it as far as I did last year was all the help friends sent me. They read, edited, suggested, and checked facts. It was pretty intense. (The deadlines get shorter each round.)

I look forward to what this year’s short story challenge brings. But believe me: nothing could be worse than writing an action adventure about a teacher who crocheted a note to the police.

Come back next Friday for more from Wendy Welch