Boring = Bad.
As the little sister in "Lair Of The White Worm" exclaimed: "Ooh! Me spotted dick!"
'Artemis' read like a Haines manual. The main narrator had no personality beyond hating disco (so I wished death on her from about page five - better than no reaction, I suppose) and then it switched to Mission Control in America c.1995. The book was an elaborate daydream for people who watched enough 'MacGyver' to think they could fix everything with gaffer-tape and a Swiss Army knife, modified by NASA's website regurgitated almost verbatim.
If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review.