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"Asters in Mars," written in 1995 by a "dying star named Stewart," is an ambitious dystopic novel that seeks to "not absorb the reader like some monstrous, greedy black hole, but to take the dear word-peruser out for lunch and talk about life over coffee."1 The preface reads, "Beauty is not at all a thing exclusive to earth.  To believe that for a second is to have momentarily missed a lifetime of sunset depressions and sunrise happiness’s, to have misunderstood every rising-within-your-heart joy, to have forsaken the true I-love-you, make-this-last-forever meaning of every embrace, every deep-relief sigh and every awed, speechless quiet.  In fact, far prettier than the asters that cover the earth are the nameless ones that grow on Mars." >