This is a long prose poem, a tribute to space and the people who go there. It nominally has characters--four astronauts and two cosmonauts, two women, four men--inhabiting a space station as it goes around the world sixteen times. Nothing happens, there is no real plot. This is either up your alley or not. The writing is lovely and evocative, the “this is what space is like” stuff felt true. There’s talk of space euphoria, of clogged sinuses, of who has to clean the bathroom. I kept waiting for it to “get going,” there was talk of a parental death, a destructive typhoon visible from their station, and it never really did. Not really what I was looking for, but a good book.