The Martian Race is the kind of book designed to remind the hard-science crowd exactly why they fell in love with the genre in the first place. It's a quintessential solve-the-problem space exploration saga with a modern sensibility. It's appropriately prickly about society's infelicities without going overboard into easy cynicism. And the title is more inspired than one's first impressions might register: a slick double entendre referring both to the near-future race to the red planet that anchors the plot, and the hope that the promise of life may yet be found somewhere on — or underneath? — Mars' cold and forbidding desert surface. This is Greg Benford with all cylinders firing.
The time is 2018 and the state of America's space program is "total disarray." NASA's attempt at a manned Mars expedition has ended in a disastrous launching pad explosion, and it is up to private enterprise to get into space. Into the ring jumps John Axelrod, a charismatic and flamboyant Donald Trump-ish billionaire who announces his plans to get the first team to Mars and bring back some real science. But his motives are hardly altruistic. He intends not only to bag a $30 billion prize, but reap millions if not billions more in licensing, merchandising, endorsements, what have you.
Among the four-member team are biologist Julia Barth and her engineer/pilot boyfriend Victor, who's Russian and speaks in that sort of pronoun-omitting Mittle-European accent that we've all heard from lame movies, but that Benford still somehow manages to make not annoying. Their marriage is encouraged by Axelrod, and he even turns it into a media event. Benford has a great deal of fun satirizing the immediate descent of crass commercialism (his astronauts endorsing products like special-edition Mars Bars and doing skits for Saturday Night Live) and instant celebrity upon the upcoming mission and its bewildered crew. But it doesn't take long before Julia and Victor, as well as team members Raoul and Marc, find themsleves enjoying the wealth and attention. But looming behind all the spotlights is the thrat of a competing mission from the Chinese.
Under the moniker of the Consortium, Axelrod's team does get to the red planet first, and explorations go smoothly. Then, while exploring some crevices that appear actually to be vents leading to vast underground cave networks, Julia discovers what can only be life in its most primordial form, a deep-dwelling biomass. But how extensive and advanced a life form is it? And should Julia make the announcement to a news-hungry world with the Chinese Airbus expedition already on its way to Mars? Could her discovery be stolen?
Other problems emerge as well. The Earth Return Vehicle meant for the Consortium team, originally launched by NASA to serve its tragically aborted mission, is damaged, and a backup ERV is just one of the crucial little corners Axelord cut to get his crew up and running as fast as possible. Will they make it home, or will they have to ask for a lift from the competition?
The story is impressively lacking in fat and swiftly paced. Simmering tensions between the astronauts are dramatized convincingly, without ever resorting to easy melodrama. There's a thick tension in the best moments, the ever-present fear that one misstep could lead to any number of unforeseen disasters. And through it all, Benford anchors his story in two extremely likable heroes. I even kind of liked the way Benford resisted making Axelrod a stereotypical rich slimeball; he's ruthless, but in his own bottom-line way, he cares, and he manages to be likable most of the time despite his way of looking at everything he sees as an exploitable resource.
The book ends in a satisfying way on all counts: in the resolution of the scientific mystery as well as the personal and political crises that threaten to erupt at any moment. The final scene is reminiscent of the ending of Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles, as the stage appears set for a new chapter in the saga of humanity, but a Martian rather than Earthbound humanity. The Martian Race is one hard SF novel whose appeal can easily spread far beyond the nuts-and-bolts crowd. Pick it up today and remind yourself what real sense-of-wonder, spirit-of-adventure SF ought to be like.
Followed in 2005 by The Sunborn.