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?Compelling and moving?[At the story?s heart] is the mystery of love and the relationship that exists between husband and wife, parent and child.? -- San Francisco Chronicle

?[Lucy Kincheloe] is a smart, ambitious woman torn between her career and her family?struggling to figure out what matters to her most.? -- The Washington Post Book World

?A fine, absorbing achievement?a stately novel whose emotional precision is matched by the exactitude of its prose.? -- The New York ...

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“Compelling and moving…[At the story’s heart] is the mystery of love and the relationship that exists between husband and wife, parent and child.” -- San Francisco Chronicle

“[Lucy Kincheloe] is a smart, ambitious woman torn between her career and her family…struggling to figure out what matters to her most.” -- The Washington Post Book World

“A fine, absorbing achievement…a stately novel whose emotional precision is matched by the exactitude of its prose.” -- The New York Times Book Review

“Epic in scope but human in scale, a tale of grand adventure packed with individual emotions.” -- Texas Monthly

“[I]ntriguing and thoughtful…under Harrigan’s control, melodrama is stripped; he leaves enough spice to drive the human side of the plot while treating the science with respect and intelligence.” — The Chicago Tribune

"This is an intimate and soulful novel in which Harrigan balances love, family, and desire." -- Library Journal

“Rarely does a book ring as true as Challenger Park. The characters are as real as our friends, family, and co-workers. The story ropes us in from the start, but then guides us along rather than pulling tight. The writing is colorful when it needs to be, terse when it needs to be, and invisible when it needs to be–an art in itself.” -- Wichita Eagle

“Harrigan’s precision reporting and lyrical writing make Challenger Park an absorbing read….If NASA ever decides to allow a writer on a space mission, my vote is for Stephen Harrigan.” — San Antonio Express News

“[A] finely crafted novel that gets to the core of what really matters in the end: friendship, family, and love….Novelists like John Updike, Ann Beattie and Anne Tyler–our leading chroniclers of the human heart–will need to make room for one more in their midst.” — New Jersey Star-Ledger

“[Harrigan] takes the well-trod landscape of suburban bedroom angst and gives it such a quirky makeover that the whole business of marital infidelity and family stability seems fresh…eminently readable.” — St. Louis Post-Dispatch

From the author of the acclaimed and best-selling The Gates of the Alamo, a novel of extraordinary power about what it’s like, and what it means, to journey into space as one of today’s astronauts.

At the novel’s center: Lucy Kincheloe, an astronaut married to an astronaut, the loving mother of two young children, with a fierce ambition to excel in the space program. Her husband, Brian, a rigorous man whose dreams of glory have been blighted by two star-crossed missions. Walt Womack, the steady, unflappable leader of the training team that prepares Lucy for her first shuttle flight.

Lucy has devoted years of intense and focused effort to win her place on a mission, but as her lifelong dream of flying in space comes true, her familiar world appears to be falling apart around her. Her marriage is deteriorating. Her son’s asthma is growing more serious. Her relationship with Walt Womack is becoming dangerously intimate. And when at last she is in space, 240 miles above the earth, and an accident renders the world she left behind appallingly distant—perhaps unreachable—her spirit is tested in gripping and unexpected ways.

In The Gates of the Alamo, Stephen Harrigan’s narrative authority brought a vanished nineteenth-century Texas to vibrant life. In Challenger Park, he does the same with the world of space flight, bringing us up close to the lives—the risks, the friendships, the rituals, the training—of the astronauts and the people who work with them. Harrigan has written an exciting—indeed a thrilling—novel about the contrary pulls of home and adventure, reality and dreams, and the unimaginable experience, the joys and terrors and revelations, of space flight itself.

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Editorial Reviews

Ron Charles
Harrigan's descriptions of space training and flight sound as though he could pilot the shuttle himself, but what's more impressive ultimately is his knowledge of the conflicted feelings of a woman struggling to figure out what matters to her most. "Why would any mother," Lucy thinks in a moment of crippling self-doubt, "voluntarily leave her child to travel to such a place, a place that was as blank as death, and in whose perfect soundlessness his cries to her were sure to go unheard?" The gravity of that question has weighed down women since they first dared to look up. Lucy's answer won't satisfy everyone, but it's explored here with great insight and a bracing touch of adventure.
— The Washington Post
Thomas Mallon
Challenger Park turns out to be a fine, absorbing achievement, probably the best science-factual novel about the space-faring worlds of Houston and Cape Canaveral in the nearly half-century since the first astronauts were chosen.
— The New York York Times
Publishers Weekly
This surprisingly weak follow-up to The Gates of the Alamo attempts to document the day-to-day tedium and terrors of astronauts, but slides quickly into a tepid romance. Thirty-something Lucy Kincheloe is waiting for a mission while leading a mundane domestic existence with husband Brian, an astronaut with two missions under his belt, and their two children. When Lucy is assigned a routine resupply of the international space station, the interest of training team leader Walt Womack, a bland, grieving widower, draws Lucy to him, leading to a secret affair, over which there is a lot of hand-wringing but little action. About three-quarters of the way into the novel, a minor accident maroons Lucy on the space station for months, and Lucy's family and Walt are left on Earth to cope. At home and in space, Harrigan dwells on brand names, bodily functions and tech talk; as potential crises are rapidly overcome or forgotten, phrases like "integrated sim" deaden. The book is set two years before the 2003 Columbia disaster, but Christa McAuliffe haunts the book in its title (and tacitly throughout). Nothing that happens comes close to that tragedy, which may be the intention. But making space boring is a dubious achievement. (Apr.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In this sweeping novel about the career lives of NASA astronauts, Harrigan (The Gates of the Alamo) has created a dynamic and intimate portrait of the hardships and sacrifice space exploration requires. Lucy Kincheloe is a soccer mom and astronaut in training. Her troubled husband, Brian, was once an astronaut, but owing to mistakes he made during his last space mission, his career was terminated. When Lucy gets approved to train for her first shuttle flight, she spends long hours preparing for and learning about her mission with her instructor, Walt Womack. Realizing that Brian's resentment and disillusions about returning to space are ruining her marriage, she finds herself falling in love with Walt. As she is catapulted to the stars, the mission takes a dismal turn that changes Lucy's life forever. This is an intimate and soulful novel in which Harrigan balances love, family, and desire in a weightless vision as tragic and honest as America's love affair with space. Recommended for all public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/05.]-Ron Samul, New London, CT Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Peyton Place in space? A little. But while scandal is afoot in Challenger Park, life is mostly as complicated as it is everywhere else. The moral: There are things worth fighting for and people worth loving. Lucy Kincheloe is not happy. She's a brilliant young woman who's made the slate as an astronaut and will soon be bound for the outer limits: "She had not yet flown in space, but she lived, had always lived, for the day when her rational, achieving mind would earn her a mystical departure from the earth." Yet she has two young children, one ill; her days are spent shuttling the kids to school and practice, while her husband, a fellow astronaut who's in space as her story begins, might as well be living on Pluto, so withdrawn has he become. What's a space cadet to do? Well, Harrigan (Gates of the Alamo, 2000) posits, an affair might be nice, and so Lucy finds comfort in the arms of mission-control jock Walt Womack, who's been steadily sliding into geezerdom, eating twice a week at Luby's and having less and less contact with his fellow humans. Walt and Lucy are Mars and Venus; they come to love each other, but their romance is doomed. Too bad, too, for they're the most decent people in all of Houston, save, perhaps, for Harrigan's perfectly realized vision of the up-to-date priest who is given to pondering what might have happened to the world had Leslie Nielsen played the part of Messala in Ben-Hur. Everything about the book is decent, too, though its pacing sometimes suggests the slo-mo pinwheeling-space-station longueurs of 2001. Lacks the manic, macho intensity of other astronaut tales (think Space Cowboys or The Right Stuff), giving it a comparatively staid-but much moremature-feel. First printing of 100,000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345497642
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/31/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Product dimensions: 5.29 (w) x 7.94 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Harrigan
Stephen Harrigan is the author of three previous novels, Aransas, Jacob’s Well, and The Gates of the Alamo. His nonfiction books include Water and Light: A Diver’s Journey to a Coral Reef and the essay collections A Natural State and Comanche Midnight. He is a longtime writer for Texas Monthly, and his articles have appeared in many other magazines. He lives in Austin, Texas.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Chapter One

She thought she had a chance to make the light at the intersection of NASA Road One and Space Center Boulevard, but the driver in front of her maddeningly decelerated as he answered his cell phone, and now he had come to a full stop while the turn arrow was still yellow. Well aware of her own vulnerability to panicky frustration, Lucy Kincheloe made a point to remind herself there was no real hurry. The light was two minutes long at most, the familiar voice on the phone had been calm, and Lucy herself had already made this trip four times this year. She had trained for enough emergencies to know that beneath almost every sort of raging anxiety there was a calm pocket, a perfect little vacuum in which both thoughts and actions were crisp and clear. She could find that place if she needed to, but for now she just lightened her grip on the steering wheel, then stared in contemplation at the recessed Chrysler logo at its center, as if it were some sort of ancient mandala-like emblem.

The man in front of her swung his head back and forth as he talked on his cell phone. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses, and on the back of his Range Rover there was a bumper sticker that read, “When a Man Is Tired of Lubbock He Is Tired of Life.” Very funny. Lucy looked away and gazed out across the lake. The morning haze had burned off, and in the noon light the brackish water appeared deceptively lovely, its surface undisturbed except for a single Jet Ski carving a white wake whose exhausted wavelets lapped at the riprap at the side of the road. On the distant Kemah bridge, where the lake merged into Gal- veston Bay, a procession of cars glinted in the sun, and a smallish flock of pink spoonbills meandered in from the opposite shore, heading past the Hilton toward the marshy channels and bayous beyond Bay Area Boulevard.

It all made for a lilting tableau, even in her agitated state, even if she knew that beneath its present blue sheen this particular body of water was a mudhole. It had always galled her that these boosterish Texans could get away with calling it Clear Lake. Reared in the honest precincts of New England, she could not get used to Texas place-names that advertised mountains that were barely more than hummocks or supposedly mighty lakes that would not have qualified as a pond back home. Even the storied Rio Grande, which she and Brian had seen on a disagreeable weekend trip several years ago to Matamoros, was hardly more than a drainage ditch.

The light had still not changed. The driver ahead of her was still yammering on his phone. When the sense of alarm she had been holding so coolly at bay suddenly broke through, she made a lightning assessment of the oncoming traffic and with a breathtaking lack of deliberation jerked her steering wheel to the left and whipped past the Range Rover as she made a left turn against the light. She offered a cringing wave of apology to a flabbergasted driver from the opposite corner whose own impending turn she had not taken into consideration. In her rearview mirror she could see the guy in the Range Rover glaring at her through his polarized sunglasses and switching his cell phone to the opposite hand so he could give her the finger, but she didn’t dwell on his opinion of her for more than a moment.

As she drove down Space Center Boulevard, the tires of her minivan teased the grooves of the newly resurfaced street, producing a wavering banshee tone that matched the cloudy dread that had suddenly entered her mind. The road curved along the back side of the Johnson Space Center, an expanse of empty ground bordered by leafless winter trees, where deer patrolled the fence line and joggers wended in and out of sight, following the exercise trail through a thin screen of forest. “Go Atlantis!” read a banner attached to the chain-link fence, cheering on the space shuttle that was currently on orbit.

The lights were with her the rest of the way, and it took her only seven or eight minutes more to reach the school. At this hour the circular drive in front was empty of buses and carpooling Suburbans, so she was able to lurch to a stop just steps away from the front door. She left the car in one fluid motion, not even pausing to push the locking button on her security key, and entered the school and walked urgently down the hall, past the display of photographs of “Astronaut Moms and Dads” grinning in their orange pressure suits as they held up models of the space shuttle. When she opened the door to the office, the first thing she saw was Davis sitting all by himself in a chair, staring vacantly at a Black History Month poster of Sojourner Truth on the opposite wall.

“Are you feeling tight, sweetie?” Lucy asked her son as she knelt down in front of him and reflexively stroked his cheek.

“A little,” he said.

“Scale of one to ten?”

“It was seven but now it’s five.”

“You’re sure?”

He nodded, though Lucy could still hear a more-than-faint wheeze in his breathing. His skin was pale, he was trembling, and though he was seven years old he seemed to his distraught mother as vulnerable as a newborn—the whorls of his ears almost translucent, his eyes wondrously blank. Still, she knew he was not in any acute danger. There was no justification at all for the way she had allowed herself to surrender to blind fear. What if she had caused a wreck? What if she had broadsided a child in a car seat? At the very least, if the vindictive man in the Range Rover had had the presence of mind to write down her license plate number, she might still hear from the police.

“His peak’s a little better,” Lorelei Tran said as she entered the room with Davis’s inhaler. “I gave him two puffs right before I called you. We’re up to two-ninety now, but he’s still pretty constricted.”

“I don’t think two puffs is going to do it.”

“I wanted to wait till you got here to give him another dose. That’s a lot of Albuterol. Do you want the machine?”

“No, let’s just do the inhaler.”

Lorelei attached the spacer and handed it over to her as Davis compliantly opened his mouth. Lucy administered a single sustained dose. She had gotten to the point where the sound of her son taking in this vaporous bronchial-dilating cocktail troubled her as much as it comforted her. She knew that every relief-bringing puff of Albuterol brought with it an unrelenting jitteriness that was as painful for her to watch as it was for Davis to endure. Sometimes, after an intense bout with the nebulizing machine, his hand shook so much that he could not even write his name. And the other medications for asthma often demanded a more powerful reckoning, cruel side effects like weight gain or stunted growth or humped back that could conceivably one day be visited upon the innocent perfection of her little boy’s body.

“He told Mrs. Ortiz right away he wasn’t feeling well,” Lorelei said as she put the inhaler and spacer back into a drawer. “You’re a smart kid, aren’t you? You don’t fool around when you know something’s not right.”

Davis gave a sideways smile, trying not to show the pleasure he took in this validation of his character from the school nurse, whose wispy sexiness, Lucy suspected, was a factor in the prompt reporting of his symptoms. Lorelei was wearing a cobalt blue polo shirt whose banded sleeves emphasized her slender arms and whose collar rose to meet the feathery edge of her chic haircut. The youngest of seven hyperachieving children of a Vietnamese shrimper in Kemah, she had been born in exile on the South China Sea, her mother going into frightened labor shortly after their refugee boat was boarded by pirates. But not a trace of her family’s epic dislocation had Lucy ever seen in Lorelei’s demeanor, which was as buoyantly American as a strip shopping mall. The school nurse was Lucy’s crucial advocate, never needing to be convinced of the seriousness of Davis’s asthma, confident enough in her own judgment to intervene at the moment he needed it, rather than allowing him to suffer while she tried to find Lucy or fretfully sought out approval from some higher medical authority.

Lucy could hear her son’s breath returning. In a few minutes Lorelei brought out the peak flow meter, and when Davis blew into it he was back nearly to his normal reading of 380. She thought his trembling lip was just the Albuterol delivering its systemic jolt, but then she noticed that tears were pooling in the bottom of his eyes.

“What’s the matter, honey?” she asked, at which point his stoic forbearance gave way. He started to blubber loudly enough for a pair of fourth-grade girls who had just walked by the open door of the office brandishing their hall passes to come back and gawk. Lorelei shooed them away, and Davis, preoccupied with his emotional earthquake, mercifully didn’t see them.

“He’s all right,” Lorelei said. “He’s just a little discombobulated.”

Just a little terrified, Lucy thought as she held her quaking son. She had no firsthand knowledge of what it was like to feel your breath being squeezed off, to live in a world whose very atmosphere was a constant taunt, whose bountiful oxygen was as capriciously out of reach as a rainbow. The closest she could come was a memory of snorkeling, trying to draw in air from a plastic tube clogged with seaweed. He had asked her once, during a bad stretch six months ago, when he was being treated regularly with formidable steroids, if he was going to die. With a maternal ferocity stronger than any she could recall, she had swooped down upon that tremulous thought and crushed it, almost bellowing her reassurance that he was safe and always would be as long as he let her or his father or Mrs. Ortiz or Ms. Tran know when he was having trouble breathing. But the inchoate survival fear was still there. How could it not be? And on top of it was the more graspable everyday bewilderment of a sick child: the humiliation of being suddenly removed from class, the disappointment of missing a trip to the IMAX theater or to the rain-forest exhibit at Moody Gardens, the growing awareness of a defining and isolating vulnerability.

“Am I going back to school?” he asked when he grew calm again. As he spoke, a little bubble formed from the tears and mucus saturating his upper lip.

“I’ll take his peak again after lunch,” Lorelei volunteered. “You can go back to work.”

“I think I’ll keep an eye on him for an hour or so.” She looked at her watch and turned to Davis. “Want to have lunch with your mother?”

The McDonald’s on NASA Road One, just down the street from the Saturn Lane gate of the Johnson Space Center, featured a giant fiberglass astronaut floating out from the roof in the posture of one of the old Gemini spacewalkers, holding an order of fries in his outstretched left hand. Davis and his sister, Bethie, had been entranced since infancy by this figure, by its bulbous, ghostly white space suit, its forever-unseen face behind the glistening visor of its helmet, its suggestion that perhaps within the interior of the McDonald’s there existed some secret gravity-free realm.

The astronaut’s mysterious totemic power had ebbed a bit for Davis, but Lucy noticed that he still looked up at it appraisingly as they walked across the parking lot. Inside she ordered him a Happy Meal with no mustard or ketchup on the hamburger—he had a distaste, amounting almost to a horror, of condiments. For herself, she ordered a dispiriting salad and a Coke—a real Coke just this once, not Diet. While Davis took off his shoes and set them in the plastic shoe racks at the base of the giant coiling hamster maze that commanded the front of the restaurant, Lucy sat down beneath a signed poster of the crew of STS-95—an ancient John Glenn among them—and dialed the number of Dr. Trimble’s office from memory.

“You definitely want to keep an eye on him,” said Margaret, the more up-to-speed of Trimble’s two nurses, when Lucy described the details of Davis’s latest attack. “And you better neb him every four hours just to be on the safe side, and bring him in tomorrow if he’s not feeling better.”

Great. Another round of the pitiless nebulizing machine, another night of waking Davis up every four hours so that the hose attached to the shoebox-sized device could deliver the misty medication that would restore his breath but rattle his fragile body. By the time it was over she’d be jumping out of her skin too, sleepless and ragged with worry and no good for work.

As soon as she pressed the End button on her cell phone it rang again. The caller ID displayed a JSC extension number, but not hers. When she answered, the connection was exquisitely clear, with just the faintest suggestion of a voice lag.

“So I was floating through the Node when I saw the green light on the IP phone and I thought I’d just—”

“Brian?”

It was her husband, calling from space.

“Pretty amazing, huh? Just pick up the phone and call. Did you watch the docking on the feed?”

“It looked smooth.”

“Smoother than any sim they threw at us, that’s for sure. And then we ripped through the transfer like you wouldn’t believe. So where are you if you’re not in your office? I left you a message there, by the way.”

“I’m at McDonald’s.”

“Going on a junk-food binge while I’m gone?”

“I was hoping you’d never find out.”

“I’m the eye in the sky, don’t forget. I see your every move. Kids okay?”

“They’re fine. I took Davis out of school for lunch. He had a little attack this morning.”

“Not serious?”

From the Hardcover edition.

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Reading Group Guide

1. Lucy is clearly torn between her dreams of professional achievement and the demands of motherhood. To what extent does her dilemma represent the reality of working mothers in less glamorous–and dangerous–professions?

2. As the novel opens, Lucy is dealing with her son’s asthma attack while her husband, Brian, is in space. The scene foreshadows a more significant attack that young Davis faces when Lucy is in space and Brian at home. How do the two scenes illustrate the Lucy and Brian’s respective roles as parents?

3. The author paints an intimate and detailed portrait of an astronaut’s routine. What did you find most interesting about Lucy’s rigorous training process and her subsequent mission? What surprised you most?

4. In many ways, Walt and Brian seem to represent the two sides of NASA–Walt working consistently behind the scenes, and Brian craving the thrill and attention of actual space travel. What other characteristics make these two men so different from each other? To whom do you relate more? What do you think draws Lucy to Walt

5. As Lucy prepares for her launch, she makes a video for Davis and Bethie, but not one for Brian. What do you think this decision means? If you had to leave a message for your loved ones on the eve of a journey that could end in your death, who would you choose? What would you say?

6. Lucy describes going into space as “holding her children hostage to her dream,” (p. 393), which becomes a clear focus of the novel. Do you think her decision to go is wrong? How much of our dreams and goals should we sacrifice for the sake of our children?

7. Louis and Walt’s friendship is often strained, yet they clearly rely heavily on one another. What makes their relationship so complicated? Does it have anything to do with the fact that Walt is a man of science and Louis a man of faith?

8. Do you regard Lucy’s affair with Walt as something that broadens her life, or as a selfish act that threatens to destroy the fabric of her family?

9. When Lucy learns that she will be up in space for longer than she anticipated, she has the opportunity to communicate with both Walt and Brian. How do the ways in which these two men respond to the sudden crisis reveal the deeper chords of their characters

10. In a particularly poignant passage, the author describes Lucy’s reaction to her prolonged mission: “Tears did not fall in space. Without gravity, they simply hovered at the rim of Lucy’s eyes, gaining volume as she wept, and when she wiped them away they drifted around her head as perfect spheres.” How do such otherworldly details reinforce the emotional core of the novel?

11. At the end of the novel, Lucy must make an important decision–choosing between Walt and Brian. How does her extended time in space affect her decision? Did you agree with her ultimate choice?

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A deep thriller

    Envying her spouse Brian who has flow two missions, thirtyish Lucy Kinceloe waits for her chance to go into space on the shuttle. When her turn finally comes, Lucy, the mother of two, is euphoric even though the mission is a ¿simple¿ routine supply run to equip the space station.------- While Lucy and her teammates prepare for their mission, training team leader widower Walt Womack is attracted to her. She feels for the nondescript somewhat melancholy Walt, who is the opposite of her dynamic spouse. They have an affair before Lucy heads into space. However, an accident leaves Lucy stranded on the space station with help at least three months away. Her family and her lover worry about her while Lucy copes with her marooned status.------- CHALLENGER PARK is at its best when it concentrates on the space program as the audience obtains insight into Cape Canaveral, family members of the astronauts especially when they are on a mission or in training and the ground crew and astronauts¿ fears and elation about going up (no pun intended). When the story line focuses on the tryst, it loses some of the punch of an astronaut in trouble. Interestingly, as Lucy waits rescuing, the distance to earth is a little more than the mileage between NYC and DC yet seems so much further. Stephen Harrigan provides a deep thriller that literally keeps readers on the edge of their seats once the accident occurs and everyone knows she has a problem.------ Harriet Klausner

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