We've gotten into another fine mess, destroying the planet and all. So where will we go next? Is it time to colonize outer space? Acclaimed essayist Pope Brock takes us on a vivid satirical journal to learn just what life might look like living on tomorrow's moon.
Pope Brock is the author of the critically acclaimed Indiana Gothic: A Story of Adultery and Murder in an American Family, the story of his great-grandfather’s murder in 1908, and Charlatan: America's Most Dangerous Huckster, the Man Who Pursued Him, and the Age of Flimflam.
Brock has written for numerous publications, including Rolling Stone, Esquire, GQ, and the London Sunday Times Magazine.
He lives in upstate New York with his twin daughters, Molly and Hannah.
A very readable set of essays ruminating on the possibility of colonizing the Moon once humans have finished ruining the Earth. Brock has done a lot of research, rounding up ideas from the logical (launchpoint for Mars missions) to the ludicrous (Las Vegas on the lunar surface). It's a bit self-congratulatorily clever in places but really worth reading for the sheer breadth of ideas humans have had about the Moon for centuries.
"Essays" always makes me think of boring school reports, so I picked this up prepared to be bored out of my mind, and probably maybe just skim. NOT SO. I was not bored, nor did I end up skimming. In fact, this was HIGHLY ENJOYABLE. Recommend. Strongly. Read this.
“If we’re talking about having sex with a robot, . . . the first question that zooms through my brain, subliminally almost, leaving behind vapor trails of revulsion, is: How lifelike are we talking? On a more granular level, what’s in the pants.”
“[S]afety is not my sole concern [with aliens]. I’m also reluctant to meet ETs because of my status as an introvert.”
Brock’s (generally) self-deprecating humor reminds me of Tim Moore (coincidentally? an author of a book called Another Fine Mess), if a bit more encrypted. Fortunately, Brock provides the encryption key in the endnotes to each chapter, which are also a fun read. I think I saw a criticism of Brock’s “choppy” writing style, which is fair, though I’d say it’s more of a choppy reading style. At times it’s like tackling poetry, where successive reads of a passage are separated by a brief “wait, what the fuck was that” pause.
In any event, I gobbled the stuff and am giving it four stars only because I wanted it to be three times as long.
He has done it again! The perfect balance of fact and absurdity—only Pope Brock could present bleak prospects that leave you laughing out loud. Yet, he didn’t make it up—this book is well-referenced with scientific articles—he simply added the conclusions. Yes, we are doomed, but Mr. Brock says it so nicely . . .