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Rocket dreams : how the space age shaped our vision of a world beyond
Benjamin, Marina.
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New York : Free Press, [2003]

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ix, 242 pages ; 23 cm
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In 1958, mankind's centuries-long flirtation with space flight became a torrid love affair. For a decade, tens of millions of people were enraptured -- first, by the U.S.-Soviet race to the moon, and finally, as America outstripped its rival, by Project Apollo alone. It is now more than three decades since the last man walked on the moon...more time than between the first moonwalk and the beginning of World War II. Apollo did not, as had been promised by a generation of visionaries, herald the beginning of the Space Age, but its end. Or did it? Project Apollo, like a cannonball, reached its apogee and returned to earth, but the trajectory of that return was complex. America's atmosphere -- its economic, scientific, and cultural atmosphere -- made for a very complicated reentry that produced many solutions to the trajectory problem. Rocket Dreams is about those solutions...about the places where the space program landed. In Rocket Dreams, an extraordinarily talented young writer named Marina Benjamin will take you on a journey to those landing sites. A visit with retired astronauts at a celebrity autograph show is a starting point down the divergent paths taken by the pioneers, including Edgar Mitchell, founder of the "church" of Noëtic Sciences. Roswell, New Mexico is a landing site of a different order, the "magnetic north" of UFO belief in the United States -- a belief that began its most dramatic growth precisely at the time that the path of the space program began its descent. In the vernacular, the third law of motion states that what goes up, must come down. Thus the tremendous motive force that energized the space program didn't just vanish; it was conserved and transformed, making bestsellers out of fantasy literature, spawning Gaia, and giving symbolism to the environmental movement. Everything from the pop cultural boom in ufology to the worldwide Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence (SETI) feeds on the energy given off by America's leap toward space. Rocket Dreams is an eloquent tour of this Apollo-scarred landscape. It is also an introduction to some of the most fascinating characters imaginable: Some long dead, like the crackpot visionary Alfred Lawson, who saw in space flight a new stage of human evolution ("Alti-Man"), or Robert Goddard, the father of rocketry, whose workshop in Roswell stands only half a mile from shops selling posters of alien visitors. Others are very much alive -- like Stewart Brand, creator of the Whole Earth Catalog and partner with Gerard O'Neill in the drive to build free-floating space colonies, and SETI astronomer Seth Shostak, who has spent decades listening to the skies, hoping for the first contact with another intelligent species. Perceptive, original, and wonderfully written, informed by history, science, and an acute knowledge of popular culture, Rocket Dreams is a brilliant book by a remarkable talent.

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Booklist Review

The thrill was gone after the Apollo astronauts departed the moon: the futurism of human space exploration expired and was replaced by a routine of running laps around earth in space stations. Essayist Benjamin ventures a suite of explanations for the disappointment (to space enthusiasts, at least) that play off the visions of Arthur C. Clarke, Werner von Braun, and Gerard O'Neill, which fired up so many imaginations through the 1970s. Their outward-directed attitude to discover and colonize space, she avers, is quite moribund today, succeeded by a more inward orientation that, she provocatively argues, we can blame the astronauts for. Benjamin finds that the discovering spirit occasionally reemerges with missions such as the 1997 Pathfinder landing on Mars. However, she demonstrates the weakness of that spirit by contrasting it with the strength of belief in UFOs, amusingly captured by her irreverent tour of Roswell, New Mexico. A perceptive lamentation. --Gilbert Taylor

Publisher's Weekly Review

After the last moon landing in 1972, America's space program seemed to come crashing down to earth. Now journalist Benjamin (Living at the End of the World) looks at how earthbound Americans have continued their fascination with outer space. Sometimes this fascination veers to the extreme, as with the Roswell true believers who can recite by heart details of the spaceship with three aliens aboard that supposedly crashed in the New Mexico desert in 1947 and was spirited off by the military. At the other extreme, Benjamin describes the SETI@home project, through which millions of people around the world donate their computers' extra processing capability to analyze radio signals collected by the enormous Arecibo dish in Puerto Rico, hoping to find signs of intelligent life elsewhere in the universe. Benjamin also details the effects of the decline of the space program on the fortunes of communities, real and virtual: the problems faced by many real estate ventures in central Florida, including the Disney Company's utopian visions, as well as the growth of virtual communities whose members can buy plots on Mars and establish their own colonies like something out of Ray Bradbury. This is also an elegantly written memoir, as the author tells about her youthful fascination with the space program and her travels to places like Arecibo and Roswell, as well as her virtual travels among various computer groups over the last 20 years. Space buffs will appreciate many aspects of her story. Agent, Henry Dunow. (Apr. 3) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

The Space Age of the 1960s never lived up to its aspirations. Ever since the manned exploration of space beyond Earth's orbit ended abruptly with the Apollo moon missions, disappointed people have been trying to fulfill America's outer-space ambitions here on this planet. Benjamin, a journalist who has authored books on millennialism and women in science, grew up watching NASA spaceflights on television. In six personal chapters, she describes how she and others have sought to find substitutes for space exploration by investigating aliens in Roswell, NM, shopping in enclosed malls that mimic space stations, colonizing cyberspace, and cooperatively searching for extraterrestrial intelligence. At times, her text seems disconnected, alternately reading like an autobiography, a sociological treatise on astronautics, and an investigative report, but she clearly and articulately supports her intriguing thesis. Recommended for academic and large public libraries.-Jeffrey Beall, Univ. of Colorado at Denver Lib. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Choice Review

Journalist Benjamin explores some modern subcultures using the space race as a unifying theme. Among the subcultures explored are UFO cults, virtual worlds in cyberspace, and the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI). Her book is an interesting look at how the space race may have contributed to modern society. There is a sadness in the book that possibly arises from a dreamer (the author) who has lost her dream and is still looking for the bright future that was the promise of that dream. Roswell's 50th anniversary of the supposed crash landing of a UFO is summarized nicely: "...Roswell believers are caught up in a fictitious space opera born of a space age that never happened." Benjamin discusses virtual communities on the Internet, describing them as places where people who, being unable to explore outward, have turned inward to find the utopia that they seek. She offers some interesting observations about the SETI presence on the Internet and its followers' desire to still want something bigger than themselves to believe in. This book is worth reading for its insights into modern subcultures. ^BSumming Up: Recommended. General readers. D. B. Mason Albright College



Introduction Sitting between the subtropical party towns of Daytona Beach and Vero Beach on Florida's eastern coast, Brevard County is a strip of humid backwater, mosquito infested and stiflingly hot. Everywhere you go the air is soupy, but it hangs more heavily in the northern and eastern districts, where the exotic-sounding Indian and Banana Rivers have sliced the land into spindly fingers and created steamy lagoons full of squawking wildlife and lazing alligators. Rising out of this prehistoric landscape is Merritt Island, a fat belt of white middle-class suburbia shaped like a clothespin and shored up by coastal dunes and brackish marshland. It is a place of little apparent distinction. With its rickety beach houses, green-blue swimming pools, and dowdy strip malls, Merritt Island looks like a poor cousin to the Florida Keys and life there follows the same idling rhythms of fishing and sunbathing. The island is an unlikely destination, yet each year it pulls to its swampy shores thousands of people from around the world. Driving east from Orlando, north from Palm Beach, and south from Jacksonville, the tourists pour in to visit what has become known as the Space Coast. In particular, they come to Cape Canaveral, the unassuming nub of shore land from where mankind took its greatest leap toward the stars. A few years back, I followed the crowds to Merritt Island, genuinely curious to discover what was so spacey about the Space Coast. I wanted to take in whatever the tourist industry had to offer, cruise along coastal roads where Mercury astronauts once raced Corvettes, and size up the Saturn V moon rocket, now reposing in a huge storage hangar like a dozing giant. Beyond that I was open. I would see where fancy led me. Although I decided to trek out to the cape on a whim (I was in Florida for work, and visiting the Space Coast is one of the things you do when you're in Florida), I knew from the outset that I would end up taking the trip to heart, because, for me, revisiting the Space Age entailed revisiting a part of myself I had left behind long ago: the child whose space-related hopes were boundless. Growing up in central London, idolizing the astronauts from afar, I had tracked the moon landings with a diligence that bordered on obsession. If a flag had been planted, a buggy deployed, a crater explored, or moon rocks scooped into specimen boxes, I knew about it. Too young to witness Yuri Gagarin's famed feats or John Glenn's heroics, my head was filled instead with Apollo trivia. Crew members? No problem. Mission objectives? I was on it. What's more, I'd made a point of acquainting myself with the geography of the solar system, fully expecting that Jupiter and Saturn, Ganymede, Eos, and Callisto would in no time become as familiar as the outlying stops on the London Tube. What I did not know when I set out for the cape nearly thirty years later was that this pilgrimage would produce only questions; it was as if the space fanatic in me had suddenly reawakened, demanding to know why the future had not unfolded as promised. Some of the questions that nagged me were germane to the ongoing American space program, a schizophrenic enterprise that seems to lack any kind of continuity with the past. After the glory years of the space race and moon landings, NASA (the National Aeronautics and Space Administration) shrank from the challenges of exploration in order to putter around in Earth orbit, belying its homespun tales of enterprise and daring. Why was the Moon abandoned? Why hadn't we struck out for Mars? And if space was a "new ocean" waiting to be explored, as John F. Kennedy once proclaimed, why hadn't commercial backers stepped in to establish the equivalent of trade routes? Other questions were more reflexive in nature, as they threaded back into my childhood dreams and threatened to expose them as delusions, or else reminded me why so many of us once invested so much in NASA's dream peddling. Was I naïve to believe we'd simply hop from the Moon to the planets and thence to the stars? Or did the prospect of leaping off the planet really speak to some deep-seated urge in the human soul? When it came to the hard-sell mythology of the space race, was I dupe or co-conspirator? What happened after Apollo is a familiar story; funds were cut, jobs were lost, programs scrapped, and space ambitions curtailed, while telecommunications satellites burgeoned into a profitable business. But the history of the post-1969 space program sheds little light on the fate of the utopian, escapist, and conquistadorial hopes that originally enlivened the effort to put humans in space and meant so much to a generation of Space Age dreamers like me. What it highlights instead is how rapidly those hopes were frustrated by what we were -- or in this case weren't -- ultimately willing and able to do. In the early days of space exploration, even those extraterrestrial aspirations that today strike us as outlandish -- building moon bases, constructing floating space colonies, terraforming distant worlds -- went hand in hand with the development of space technology. Indeed, the two were so tightly coupled it was often difficult to tell which was driving which. But then the exigencies of politics and the limits of engineering wrenched them apart and they have gone their separate ways ever since. Technology looked to the market, to science, and to business for inspiration: the aspirations, as well, went elsewhere. This is the story I wish to tell. What follows concerns the imaginative legacy of Apollo and the subsequent career of a handful of interrelated dreams once fueled by the moon landings, but then deprived of further such nourishment. What happened to those dreams? Did they dry up "like a raisin in the sun," to paraphrase the poet Langston Hughes, or did they find an alternative means of survival? I found that the dreams often ran to ground in subtle ways, altering our understanding of what it meant to reach the Moon, for example, or encouraging existing beliefs about the fundamentally enchanted character of space. More important, I learnt that while the dreams, hopes, aspirations -- call them what you will -- associated with leaping into space are admittedly harder to map than developments in technology, their course seems at least as logical and has evolved faster than that of the technology. My journey to trace an alternative history of the Space Age took me across a broad landscape of ideas and into some unlikely corners of philosophy and culture; from the "gospel of flight" (a virtual religion that produced its own pilgrims and prophets) through Gaia and environmentalism, Noetics and the New Physics, to SETI@home (a collective hunt for alien radio signals) and thence to the outer frontiers of cyberspace. I began to see how much we internalized our outward-bound aspirations, even before it became clear that human life would not be expanding across the solar system any day soon. The impact of seeing the Earth from space focused our energies on the home planet in unprecedented ways, dramatically affecting our relationship to the natural world and our appreciation of the greater community of mankind, and prompting a revolution in our understanding of the Earth as a living system. It is no accident, I think, that the first Earth Day on April 20, 1970, coincided with Apollo's return to Earth; or that a new school of spiritualism based on charting the deep space of the human psyche has been developed by one of the astronauts. Nor is it hard to understand why, in the wake of an exploration curtailed, people should be drawn to an innovative model for the domestic economy sprung free from the American space program by NASA administrator James Webb. The urge to reach out and somehow get beyond the limits of the known world did not disappear altogether, however; and that is why a tour of the post-Space Age environment would be incomplete without a visit to Roswell, New Mexico -- a place that is in so many ways a distorting mirror of our extraterrestrial ambitions. Roswell first came to public attention in 1947 because of claims that a flying saucer crashed in its midst and it has since become the "magnetic north" of UFO belief -- a belief that began its most dramatic growth not in 1947, or 1957, or 1967, but at precisely the time the space program began its descent. For many people, the enduring mystery surrounding the place is a hedge against having to relinquish a fundamental yearning for contact. In taking time out to revisit Roswell, I do not wish to give the impression that in the aftermath of Apollo and the moon landings, no fresh ideas made their way onto NASA's drawing boards, dooming us to endlessly playing out our fantasies of evolution, expansion and contact in increasingly convoluted ways. There were new ideas -- and one of the most daring and popular was the scheme to create sealed-off colonies in space, where thousands of people might live in a Nirvana of neopastoral self-sufficiency. Extremely influential in the 1970s, this dream has also mutated over time, and while few people today believe we will literally migrate into space, vast numbers of people are doing just that elsewhere and building experimental colonies in cyberspace. These are just some of the stopping points in the book -- enough to suggest that the post-1969 narrative of the Space Age dramatically illustrates the never fully resolved tension between the human urge to explore and the urge to commune, or create communities. Explorers, in their purest form, have always been those who want to leave existing communities, often, to be sure, in search of the utopian ideal of a better one, but also in the belief that to pursue the dream of being truly free, it is necessary to quit their known society. In contrast to this distinctively human pressure to move outward, the desire to dwell together in communities falls in line with our perpetual attempts to bring the outside in: to tame the wild unknown, to colonize new lands, to find a common identity, and to erode the difference between here and elsewhere. Like the force of gravity, this impulse to commune always brings us back to ourselves. Cast in these terms, the task of characterizing the post-Apollo climate finds a ready analogy in the solving of a problem in introductory physics: the ballistic trajectory, an equation that describes the path of an unpowered projectile that has exhausted its initial momentum and is forced to descend to Earth. Where it lands, and how quickly, is affected only by gravity and atmospheric friction. In basic physics, the challenge may be simplified for the purposes of convenience; we assume away an atmosphere and arrive at a single, elegant solution. In the real world, however, you have lots of friction and thus lots of solutions: your projectile, in other words, could land anywhere. Copyright © 2003 by Marina Benjamin Excerpted from Rocket Dreams: How the Space Age Shaped Our Vision of a World Beyond by Marina Benjamin All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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Table of Contents

Introductionp. 1
Chapter 1 The Sky's the Limitp. 7
Chapter 2 One Small Stepp. 28
Chapter 3 Forever Roswellp. 69
Chapter 4 Space for Rentp. 105
Chapter 5 Aliens on Your Desktopp. 144
Chapter 6 Ground Control to Major Tomp. 174
Works Consultedp. 217
Indexp. 231