Mere Inkling recently named a crater on Mars, in honor of C.S. Lewis. The crater’s name is Malacandra, which was the name for the red planet in the first volume of Lewis’ Space Trilogy, Out of the Silent Planet.
The naming of Malacandra Crater was done through an organization preparing the map which will be used by the Mars One Mission. Mars One is the optimistic international effort to establish a permanent human settlement on the red planet, beginning in 2024.
The über-adventurous (or foolhardy) are able to apply today for consideration to become an astronaut.
The crater naming project is not sponsored by the International Astronomical Union (IAU). Instead, it is coordinated by Uwingu, a for profit company that has a goal of raising $10,000,000 for grants to scientists and educators promoting space exploration.
Due to its limited* budget, Mere Inkling was only able to name a small crater. However, it’s not the expense, it’s the thought that counts.
In addition to Malacandra Crater, I named the impact mark directly to its south in honor of my grandchildren. The process allows one to include a dedication for each named crater. For theirs, I wrote:
Stroud Crater is named in honor of the brilliant grandchildren of Rob & Delores Stroud. Andrew, Ariana, Dominic, Arabelle, Rachel, Rebecca, Kaelyn & Asher. Whether they grow up to be astrophysicists, veterinarians or educators, we know they will all make this world a better place. Soli Deo Gloria.
The tiny basins named above lie in Aurorae Chaos. It’s a rugged neighborhood, but there are surprisingly few craters in the immediate vicinity. I’m always seeking opportunities to encourage my grandchildren to study science, and I hope this will pique their interests, both now and in the years to come.
C.S. Lewis is not primarily known today as a writer of science fiction, but his series (also known as the Cosmic Trilogy, or the Ransom Trilogy, after its protagonist) is quite good. In fact, it was the very first of Lewis’ works I ever read. I was introduced to them by a Christian friend during my college years.
Several influences converged to move Lewis to venture into science fiction. In 1938, he thanked a friend for his praise of Out of the Silent Planet, and wrote:
You are obviously much better informed than I about this type of literature and the only one I can add to your list is Voyage to Arcturus by David Lyndsay (Methuen) which is out of print but a good bookseller will probably get you a copy for about 5 to 6 shillings. It is entirely on the imaginative and not at all on the scientific wing.
What immediately spurred me to write was Olaf Stapledon’s Last and First Men and an essay in J. B. S. Haldane’s Possible Worlds both of which seemed to take the idea of such travel seriously and to have the desperately immoral outlook which I try to pillory in Weston.
I like the whole interplanetary idea as a mythology and simply wished to conquer for my own (Christian) point of view what has always hitherto been used by the opposite side. I think Wells’ 1st Men in the Moon the best of the sort I have read.**
Lewis then appends a comment referring to the other planets in our solar system, but intriguing in light of the recent discovery of numerous planets throughout the galaxy. “The more astronomy we know the less likely it seems that other planets are inhabited: even Mars has practically no oxygen.”
One of Lewis often overlooked science fiction short stories, “Ministering Angels,” is set on Mars. It begins in the following way.
The Monk, as they called him, settled himself on the camp chair beside his bunk and stared through the window at the harsh sand and black-blue sky of Mars. He did not mean to begin his ‘work’ for ten minutes yet. Not, of course, the work he had been brought there to do. He was the meteorologist of the party, and his work in that capacity was largely done; he had found out whatever could be found out.
There was nothing more, within the limited radius he could investigate, to be observed for at least twenty-five days. And meteorology had not been his real motive. He had chosen three years on Mars as the nearest modern equivalent to a hermitage in the desert.
He had come there to meditate: to continue the slow, perpetual rebuilding of that inner structure which, in his view, it was the main purpose of life to rebuild. And now his ten minutes’ rest was over. He began with his well-used formula. ‘Gentle and patient Master, teach me to need men less and to love thee more.’ Then to it. There was no time to waste.
There were barely six months of this lifeless, sinless, unsuffering wilderness ahead of him. Three years were short . . . but when the shout came he rose out of his chair with the practised alertness of a sailor.
The Botanist in the next cabin responded to the same shout with a curse. His eye had been at the microscope when it came. It was maddening. Constant interruption. A man might as well try to work in the middle of Piccadilly as in this infernal camp. And his work was already a race against time. Six months more . . . and he had hardly begun.
The flora of Mars, these tiny, miraculously hardy organisms, the ingenuity of their contrivances to live under all but impossible conditions—it was a feast for a lifetime. He would ignore the shout. But then came the bell. All hands to the main room.
(“Ministering Angels,” Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories).
Malacandra Crater may be a small feature on a vast and curious planet, but it is a tribute to an author of immense and lasting talent.
* i.e. nonexistent
** The following titles mentioned by Lewis are available for free digital download:
16 thoughts on “Martian Tribute to C.S. Lewis”
Sci-fi? Definitely didn’t know that and will explore those. “Older sci-fi is intriguing partly because of the richness of language and thoughts reflecting the author’s times.
Very very cool about the craters on Mars. Loved the maps. (and we will firmly insist the native there honor their honor!)
It is interesting to compare classic scifi with the current literature. The complex themes and expressions certainly arose from humble beginnings. Humble as in scientifically unsophisticated… but amazing in terms of imagination.
This is so fascinating! I love the dedication to your grandchildren. I knew Lewis had some “science fiction” under his belt, but have never read any. Thanks for posting links to the free digital downloads…Wow. This is great. Thanks for posting! :)
Glad you found it interesting. Continued blessings with your own writings… and your collegiate studies!
They charge by size?
Most certainly they do. The tiny ones are quite inexpensive.
Well, fancy that! Musing on @philosophermouse I too have yet to read Lewis’ scifi. For no good reason either, since I’ve dabbled in early Arthur C. Clarke, Bradbury, etc. Bumping C.S. Lewis up on my reading list.
Great. I trust you won’t be disappointed.
There’s been some fierce weather out there, so hoping all is merry merry. WIth school holidays and new puppies perhaps your place is jumping with good fun. Jingle on!
Nice of you to be conscious of the weather where your friends live. Yes, we had some terrible winds and our power was knocked out for about 35 hours. Lots of people are affected, of course, and we are always more concerned about those who are less prepared for such hardships than we are (i.e. folks without a fireplace, or the elderly, etc.).
I figured you guys were out helping others as that’s what many people do even when it’s not Christmas. Stay safe and you are all in our prayers
Still own my copies of the trilogy!
Me too. In fact, this event reminded me that I really need to reread them…
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