This is a hard book to encapsulate. It’s about the daughter of a filmmaker who has lived her life on camera; it’s about how we choose what stories to tell in order to control our own histories; it’s about losing yourself in the vastness of space in order to find yourself. It switches styles at a dizzying pace, from screenplay to interview to gushing magazine feature. It’s the Golden Age of film, except on an interplanetary level. It’s crazypants and beautiful. Oh, and humans are able to survive in the harsh conditions of space because they drink the milk from vast, dreaming Venusian whales; this is important later.