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Title:
The race : the uncensored story of how America beat Russia to the moon
Author:
Schefter, James L.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Doubleday, 1999.
Physical Description:
xii, 303 pages, 16 unnumbered pages of plates : illustrations ; 25 cm
General Note:
Includes index.
Language:
English
ISBN:
9780385492539
Format :
Book

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Summary

Summary

The messy and glorious saga of the golden years of the American space program, told in never-before-revealed detail by a man who was there. In 1963, a young reporter named Jim Schefter was given a dream job: cover America's race to the moon. Since the astronauts were under contract toLife,Schefter's employer, for their stories, he was given unparalleled access to the lives of all the players at NASA. Of course, for PR reasons he could not write a fraction of what he saw then. Now, at last, he can tell it all. As incredible as the "official" story of the space program is, the true, behind-the-scenes tale is more thrilling, entertaining, and ultimately, more ennobling. There were vicious battles between the German (often ex-Nazi) rocket pioneers and the younger American engineers; feuds and practical jokes; astronauts whose private lives were considerably more colorful than has been portrayed; many near-fatal accidents other than Apollo 13; political chicanery from the Kremlin and the White House; and dozens of smart, brave, larger-than-life individuals pulling off the greatest exploration in the history of humankind. No one could tell this story as fully and as well as Jim Schefter. Given full access to NASA archives and the personal papers of many of the participants, both Russian and American, trusted by the astronauts and mission controllers who want the real story passed on to history, Schefter brings to life a more innocent, heroic era in all its bravado and complexity. From drunken astronaut escapades and groupies to near disasters and ferocious political infighting, the race to the moon was anything but the smooth journey of popular imagination.


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

Because its telling is impervious to repetition, the space age epic is inexhaustibly popular, as attested by libraries' shelf-long inventories of Tom Wolfe's The Right Stuff (1979), Andrew Chaikin's A Man on the Moon (1994), astronauts' accounts, and countless coffee-table albums. Such predecessors present Schefter with a formidable challenge: he must dramatize the deeds of von Braun, Gagarin, Shepard, and the Soviets' once-mysterious chief designer (Sergei Korolev) for space-savvy readers who have memorized technical factoids, NASAspeak, and Neil Armstrong's famous words from the moon. Schefter's solution is to integrate astronauts' peccadilloes, PR-poison to NASA and known only years later, with the familiar chronicle of rocketry from the V-2 to the Saturn V. The story unfolds in capsule summaries of all the missions and their brushes with disaster. In retrospect, the race to the moon seems a lopsided contest with a foregone conclusion, but Soviet secrecy concealed their lunar project's problems, only vaguely perceived by the Americans. Still, fear of being beaten by the communist adversary was powerful motivation to NASA's astronauts and engineers, as Schefter recounts their arguments about designing the mission to fulfill JFK's before-this-decade-out exhortation. An additional distinction to his narrative is elevating the profile of Bob Gilruth, not a household name even to space flight enthusiasts, but Gilruth organized the manned flight operation while others garnered the media attention. Schefter's treatment, breezily readable, successfully re-creates the tense expectations and released exhilaration generated by the Apollo program. --Gilbert Taylor


Publisher's Weekly Review

Thirty years after the U.S. reached the Moon, taking a space race lead from which it would never look back, Schefter comes along to do the looking back. The author, who covered the space race for Time-Life and the Houston Chronicle, transmits colorfully and authoritatively the subtle infighting among the astronauts, the complex nature of lesser-known people like manned-flight champion Bob Gilruth, and the American leaders struggling with military, scientific and public relations concerns. Readers are transported inside the satellite where Enos the monkey becomes frustrated after an electrical malfunction, and taken to a cocktail party where the virtues of a large command center are hashed out. Schefter also gives ample scrutiny to various Russians, documenting the courage of cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space, the braggadocio of Soviet powerhouse Khrushchev and the leadership of Sergei Korolev, father of the Soviet space program. Schefter consistently waxes patriotic and at times veers into the arcane ("tumble runs rotated the pod every two seconds, throwing the astronaut inside from positive to negative g's with each rotation"), but he tells an engrossing tale filled with fascinating bits of triviaÄhe describes how Alan Shepard and Bill Dana pulled a practical joke on Wally Schirra by submerging his pleasure boat. Most importantly, however, Schefter deploys an expert grasp of narrative to escalate the excitement even as he informs. His book is an excellent choice for anyone who wants to relive the historic period of the space raceÄor for those learning about it for the first time. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Library Journal Review

Schefter, a Time-Life reporter who covered the space program for over ten years during the height of the space race, here presents the familiar story of the early days of the U.S.-Soviet competition in space. The "uncensored" aspect of his account is rather exaggerated, however. After all, the Mercury astronauts' sexual peccadillos were detailed two decades ago in Tom Wolfe's classic The Right Stuff (LJ 10/15/79), and Schefter provides nothing new or shocking here (as if the public today even retains any capacity to be shocked in this regard). And while Schefter does provide some new details based on his first-hand reporting experiences, his account disappointsÄastronauts and NASA managers fail to come to life. The 30-year anniversary of the first moon landing this summer may create some demand, but the definitive and richer accounts of the space race remain Charles Murray and Catherine Bly Cox's Apollo: The Race to the Moon (LJ 6/15/89) and Andrew Chaikin's A Man on the Moon (LJ 5/15/94). [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 2/1/99; for more space books, see Frieling's "Space 1999: Launching Your Collection," LJ 2/1/99, p. 55-58.ÄEd.]ÄThomas J. Frieling, Bainbridge Coll., GA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

He stood awkwardly, looking out the window at a gray and dusty landscape. It had been a long trip, either four days or fourteen years depending on your perspective. Now it was time to finish it. In the next five minutes, he had to go out there. Then he had to make a comment for the record. I have no idea what to say. He raised his eyes to the horizon only six miles away. Between here and there, nothing changed much. But between there and here, everything has changed. How did we get from there to here? He looked down to the ground and it didn't seem so far away. It's just a small . . . His mind took the thought and raced to the logical conclusion. Of course! It's both. It's always been both. That's what I should say. With a nod to his partner and an unseen smile, he turned around, crouched, and began to back out. The porch sloped down just a bit. The steps were easy, but the last one was higher than he'd expected. He jumped into the big circular dish at the bottom and still hadn't touched ground. An entire world watched grainy black-and-white television images of his progress. Listened to him briefly describe what he saw. Wished he'd get on with it. "Okay." His voice was scratchy with distance and static. "I'm going to step off the LM now." He put his left foot down into the dust. Felt that the ground was solid underneath. Took a deep breath. And spoke to history. "That's one small step for man . . ." Chapter 1 Nobody believed Leo Sedov. It seemed absurd, talking about Russian rockets and space travel, but there he was, a senior Soviet scientist calling a press conference in Copenhagen to make yet another absurd claim about his country's technological greatness. Such claims were so common in the 1950s that even the Sunday funnies parodied them. Americans were accustomed to reading claims that Russians had invented the bicycle, the electric lightbulb, the telephone. Americans laughed at the peasant Russians and understood that only a backward people with a great inferiority complex could be so silly. Hadn't America only recently provided Russia with the technology and hardware they lacked, so they could help win World War II? And then the ungrateful louts had responded with coarseness, spitting in the American face by blockading Berlin, by creating an iron curtain across Europe, by pretending to be better than they were. Now this. The Sixth Congress of the International Astronautical Federation was convened in Copenhagen, and for the first time, the upstart Russians were there, if only as observers. The important people, the participants, were from the Western and developed countries. But here stood Academician Leonid I. Sedov, a Soviet physicist, telling fifty or so reporters at the Soviet embassy that the Soviet Union would soon put an artificial satellite into orbit around Earth. He didn't tell them that the idea of a satellite was already old news in his country. Two experienced Russian rocket men had been pushing the idea for more than a year. One was Mikhail Tikhonravov, whose 1954 paper laid out technical details for a satellite. His latest revision of that paper was barely two weeks old when Sedov stood before the press in Copenhagen. The other was a mysterious figure known only as the Chief Designer. An old friend of Tikhonravov's, he would carry the satellite idea into the corridors of Soviet power and place it before commissions, department ministers, and even Premier Nikita Khrushchev himself. None of this was known to westerners when Sedov spoke. Seeing the skeptical looks in the audience, particularly on the faces of the American reporters, Sedov said it again even more forcefully: "The realization of the Soviet project can be expected in the near future." The date was August 2, 1955. Only four days earlier, James C. Hagerty, press secretary to President Dwight Eisenhower, had made a similar announcement in Washington. The United States, Hagerty said, would break out into space with "small Earth-circling satellites" during the eighteen-month-long International Geophysical Year (IGY) that would begin July 1, 1957. It was a fantastic proposal, but coming from Americans, at least it didn't sound crazy. Rocket technology in the mid-1950s was almost good enough to reach space. If it could get just a little better--able to push a small payload to 17,500 miles an hour--that would be fast enough to overcome gravity. The IGY had been years in planning, an international study of the upper atmosphere and outer space with high-altitude balloons, sounding rockets, ground-based telescopes, and other instruments. An IGY committee approved an American-sponsored proposal in October 1954 to include satellites on the research list, but until the White House announcement nearly ten months later, no country had stepped up to that particular challenge. Now the Russians--the Russians!--were going into space too, and in the "near future" no less. The New York Times gave the story fewer than four hundred words on an inside page, under a one-column headline reading SOVIET PLANNING EARLY SATELLITE Russian Expert in Denmark Says Success in 2 Years Is "Quite Possible' Across the broad stretch of America, where small-town dailies, not the mighty Times, were the choice of readers, and where television had yet to make a major impact, the story was a nonstarter. For all the serious attention he got in the United States, Professor Sedov might as well have made his prediction in the Sunday funnies. Certainly more Americans would have seen it. But except for a few scientists in the inner circle of U.S. rocketry, none would have believed it. Nor would the average American have believed the decision reached twenty-eight days later in Moscow. The shadowy Chief Designer convinced his peers in the Soviet Academy of Sciences to create a commission that would oversee launch of an orbiting satellite before the beginning of the IGY. The Chief Designer's timing had only one purpose: to beat the United States of America into space. It still needed official government approval and that would come in a matter of months. But still, there it was. The space race that would change the face of science, technology, human spirit, and international politics was announced in a public press conference on August 2 and de facto began on August 30, 1955. Only one of the two participants heard the starter's pistol. The last thing President Eisenhower wanted was any kind of race with the Russians. Some of his advisers thought differently, but Ike was the boss. Historians agree on those points. They disagree about why Ike was so adamant. Each round of declassified national security documents from the late 1950s to the mid-1960s gives rise to new interpretations about Ike's inexplicable blindness to the terrible impact of losing a race he may not even have known he was running. A word, a wink, a nod from the president of the United States on the subject of quickly putting a satellite, any satellite, into orbit around Earth would have changed the course of mid-twentieth-century history and avoided the worst crisis of his presidency. But still, Ike was warned. Even Harry Truman had been warned. Way back in 1946, when German rocket parts and Wernher von Braun's rocket team were in exile-residence at the Army's Fort Bliss, by El Paso, Texas, a RAND Corporation report called it right: "The achievement of a satellite craft by the United States would inflame the imagination of mankind, and would probably produce repercussions in the world comparable to the explosion of the atomic bomb." World War II had just ended and nobody in power cared. Von Braun, of course, cared, but he was still a captured German scientist yet to prove himself to his new American masters. At a backwater research facility in Langley, Virginia, a few others dared to think about spaceflight too. But they had their hands full with advanced research on aeronautics and upper-atmosphere phenomena, so they didn't think about it much. Their names would become legendary in the race Eisenhower wasn't running. Bob Gilruth. Max Faget. Chris Kraft. But that came much later. Excerpted from The Race: The Uncensored Story of How America Beat Russia to the Moon by James L. Schefter All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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