By the way, we also hate it when people . . . call Artemis “the city in space.” We’re not in space; we’re on the moon. I’m mean, technically, we’re in space, but so is London.
Artemis was Andy Weir’s much-hyped second book, after the astonishing success of his breakout debut, 2014’s The Martian. I fell immediately and deeply for The Martian, and waited with bated breath for his next book. Given that, I cannot discuss Artemis without touching on this context simply because that context informed my experience with Artemis not only far before I picked up the book, but before Artemis was even announced.
You see, as I consumed all of the post-Martian content I could find (in the hunger for more that overtook me after reading the Martian twice and then seeing it in theaters), I found an article, then another, then a video, wherein Andy Weir said his next book would feature a new take on FTL travel. I was ecstatic! I reveled in the storm of eager anticipation.
And then Weir announced Artemis.