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Book Review: Into That Silent Sea

I’m still trying to figure out if the news in the days preceding the release of Into That Silent Sea: Trailblazers of the Space Era, 1961-1965 symbolizes irony or progress.

As the subtitle indicates, the book examines the first efforts by the U.S. and the Soviet Union to put humans into space. One of the areas in which the book excels is reminding us just how hazardous those initial steps were and how they grabbed worldwide attention. The book arrives shortly after the 46th anniversary of Yuri Gagarin becoming the first human to travel into space, an anniversary mentioned at best in passing. In addition, the anniversary came amidst the latest exchange of crew members on the International Space Station. At least in America, that event seems to have drawn attention for one reason — celebrity Martha Stewart planned a meal for the crew because a billionaire buddy of hers is the latest to pay millions to be a space tourist.

Does the latter show how far we have come since Gagarin’s flight or reflect that the media and public today are more interested in celebrity news than the persistent dangers, difficulties and achievements of space flight?

Into That Silent Sea is an excellent reminder of just what Gagarin and other trailblazers did and how they became international celebrities in their own right. We seem to have forgotten just how new the frontier of space was. Would merely orbiting the Earth produce harmful and irreversible changes in the human body? Could astronauts or cosmonauts be expected to physically control a spacecraft? What psychological effects would the darkness and isolation of space produce? While the space station allows continued study of the effects of space on humans, questions such as those seem almost naive today. Yet they were important and substantive unknowns during the time period covered by the book.

Not only does Into That Silent Sea remind us of how primitive our beginnings in space were, it does so by focusing on the astronauts and cosmonauts who risked (and some of whom lost) their lives advancing science. Unlike last year’s Space Race, which looked at the entire lunar race largely from the perspective of the heads of the programs, Into That Silent Sea delves into the very first steps into space largely from the viewpoint of the astronaut/cosmonaut. (Co-authors Francis French and Colin Burgess are working on a follow-up book covering the programs from 1965 through 1969.) Although there is at times a formulaic feel to the chapter structures, we learn about the personal lives and families, the training and the missions of each of the astronauts and cosmonauts who ventured into space in those first years. Their backgrounds reveal not only what helped make them pioneers, but differences between the U.S. and Soviet programs.

French and Burgess also look at the role (or lack thereof) of women in both the U.S. and Soviet space programs. Although certainly without the detail of The Mercury 13 or Promised the Moon, which were devoted to the subject, they explore how a variety of women were misled as to the possibility of becoming part of NASA’s Mercury program. They were misled not by NASA but, rather, a NASA-connected contractor doing studies on the physical differences between men and women insofar as space flight might be concerned. For good or bad, astronaut standards at the time precluded the involvement of women because they had no experience as jet test pilots. In addition, NASA did not view the space program as solely a propaganda tool that justified launching a woman into space simply for the purpose of saying we did so first.

That stands in sharp contrast to the Soviet program. Although those in it were undoubtedly motivated by science, the Soviet political system viewed the space program as one of almost immeasurable political and propaganda value. While certainly not undercutting the efforts and training of Valentina Tereshkova, the first woman in space, Burgess and French take a fairly objective look at her mission and what it reflects about the differences between the two space programs. They also examine how the propaganda aims of the Soviets could cause them to cut corners, such as in the harrowing experience of Alexei Leonov, the first person to walk in space and who had to rely on his own innovation to make it back into the spacecraft.

At the same time, Into That Silent Sea may also remind us of the limits of our steps into space over the years. The goal and accomplishment of the missions explored in the work was putting man into orbit around the Earth and returning him successfully. Yet today manned spaceflight remains limited to Earth orbit. No manned spacecraft has left Earth orbit since the end of the Apollo program 35 years ago. Recent proposals to return to the moon and go on to Mars have met with tepid public support that is far short of the attention given the flights detailed in this book or the lunar program.

The last 40 or so years have produced plenty of histories and memoirs of both the U.S. and Soviet/Russian space programs. Some are great, some are good and some are not so good. In some regards, Into That Silent Sea is unavoidably duplicative of some of those works. It is just the nature of the beast. Regardless, there is undoubted benefit in having authors unassociated with either program examine just how enterprising and daring those early missions were. Many people today seem to view space programs as an extravagance or with disinterest. For those who remain interested in those programs and have read the prior histories and memoirs, it never hurts to be reminded of just how pioneering the first steps were.


When venturing into the unknown, the first step taken is often the biggest and the boldest.

Francis French and Colin Burgess, Into That Silent Sea

Marginalia

The lull continues, although as the books read list indicates, I am inhaling what borders on pure oxygen for me. I also have a stack of library books and books on the way from online sellers, including Better World Books, where a portion of the proceeds goes to literary projects worldwide. Still, I have insufficient drive to write reviews other than one forthcoming I promised a publisher. In the interim, here’s a few recent links of interest:

  • CJR takes on the “obituary” Fox News did on Kurt Vonnegut. (Via.)
  • Speaking of Vonnegut, read his inimitable “how to write with style,” which anyone who writes anything can use.
  • Someone who shares my view of “current events.”
  • Jackson Browne is one of the 20 artists and leaders interviewed by Rolling Stone for being among those “who have helped shape our time.”
  • In case you hadn’t picked it up in the South Dakota blogroll, “commander other” has opened shop at the otherwhirled.
  • The Library of America’s 900-page Philip K. Dick collection will be released next month. It does not appear to have any short stories but four novels originally published between 1962 and 1969, including the Hugo Award-winning The Man in the High Castle.

My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.

Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Pulitzer honors

When I agree with both Oprah and the Pulitzer Prize Committee on a novel, you know it’s got to be good. Well, Cormac McCarthy’s The Road today won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction. Gee, I wonder where my picking it as one of my books of the year ranks with that and Oprah picking it for her book club? I was also happy see that Pete Earley’s Crazy, which was also on my year-end list, was one of the Pulitzer finalists in the general nonfiction category.

Most satisfying to me, though, was that special citations were awarded to SF author Ray Bradbury and jazz saxophonist John Coltrane for their contributions American culture. Both are extremely well-deserved.


If you can’t read and write you can’t think. Your thoughts are dispersed if you don’t know how to read and write. You’ve got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

Ray Bradbury, Salon.com interview, August 2001

A major icon lost

There is no other way to put it. I was totally and absolutely stunned to read this morning that Kurt Vonnegut died Wednesday night. Given his age (84), it is not totally unexpected. Still, there is that feeling that a void has suddenly appeared in my literary soul.

It is somewhat embarrassing that I can’t recall why or how I first came to read Vonnegut, although I believe Cat’s Cradle was the first work of his I read. From then, I was hooked. Although I am among those who believe his last several novels were far from superb, he had a helluva reputation to try to live up to. At the same time, I found that the essays and autobiographical/memoir-type works and collections that tended to appear in place of fiction were also truly enjoyable and confirmed my belief that he was an honest and caring human being. As the New York Times said today, “To Mr. Vonnegut, the only possible redemption for the madness and apparent meaninglessness of existence was human kindness.” Whether because of him or for other reasons, I agree wholeheartedly with Vonnegut’s view.

Vonnegut long has been one of my favorite authors, if not my favorite. I believe he is the only author whose every novel and other book is in my library. As I told the reporter from the local daily who called me, this morning I took Cat’s Cradle (and Welcome to the Monkey House) from the bookshelves and placed them by the bed. Starting this evening, they are going to be the first steps on my journey to revisit Kurt Vonnegut. I may not be alone. As of this writing, Vonnegut books make up 13 of the top 20 books with the greatest increase in sales at Amazon.

I will not be seeking to recapture past experience. I, instead, want to view the work I read decades ago from the perspective of post-middle age. I speculate I will not only still find great joy in doing so, but that I will also find a good deal of who I am in those pages.


Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — “God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

The USHL and the Frozen Four

This year’s Frozen Four again showed some of the best and the competitiveness of college hockey. None of the number one seeds in the four regions made the final grouping. Michigan State, a “bubble team” just prior to tourney selections, ended up the champion, winning Saturday night with 18.9 seconds left on the clock. The game-winning goal was also the first time the Spartans led in the game.

Yet there’s another reason I became addicted to and love NCAA hockey. It’s the number of players I’ve actually seen play here prior to their college years.  It would be easy just to point to Jim McKenzie, a former Stampede player and captain, who scored a goal in Michigan State’s semifinal win and added an assist on the closing empty net goal and and was frequently mentioned Saturday night. But as the USHL itself points out, the league had a successful Frozen Four. Three former USHL players were credited with the goal and assists on Michigan State’s game-winner. Fifteen members of the Michigan State team played in the USHL. Five of the six players who made the all-tournament team played in the USHL. The tournament’s most outstanding player is a USHL alum. Thus, in watching the NCAA regionals and finals, I get to see dozens of players I’ve watched over the last couple years, many of whom are upper round NHL draft choices.

Starting next week, more opportunity to see hockey’s future in action arises at another intense level of competition. The USHL playoffs begin and, as any hockey fan will tell you, there ain’t nothing like playoff hockey. And I today also submitted my application for tickets to the Frozen Four in Denver next year.


I am in love with a game that possesses the worst qualities of maledom.

Dave Bidini, Tropic of Hockey