Adrift on the Sea of Rains by Ian Sales
Adrift on the Sea of Rains is beautifully written and exquisite in its commitment to accuracy. The sharp-lined realism, the towering wonder, and the depths of emotion of an astronaut who stands on the moon and looks up, waiting for the Earth to turn blue again. It’s everything I want from science fiction.
My only complaint is that this little novella isn’t a novel. That initial tableau – astronaut, moon, and Earth – seems to promise an epic voyage of desperation and discovery across the timelines. What we get instead is still very good, very psychologically believable, but I wish their could have been more. Maybe that was the author’s point?