Discover the true story of the women who stood beside some of the greatest heroes of American space travel in this New York Times bestseller that delivers "a truly great snapshot of the times" (Publishers Weekly).
As America's Mercury Seven astronauts were launched on death-defying missions, television cameras focused on the brave smiles of their young wives. Overnight, these women were transformed from military spouses into American royalty. They had tea with Jackie Kennedy, appeared on the cover of Life magazine, and quickly grew into fashion icons.
Annie Glenn, with her picture-perfect marriage, was the envy of the other wives; JFK made it clear that platinum-blonde Rene Carpenter was his favorite; and licensed pilot Trudy Cooper arrived with a secret that needed to stay hidden from NASA. Together with the other wives they formed the Astronaut Wives Club, providing one another with support and friendship, coffee and cocktails.
As their celebrity roseand as divorce and tragedy began to touch their livesthe wives continued to rally together, forming bonds that would withstand the test of time, and they have stayed friends for over half a century.
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About the Author
Lily Koppel is the bestselling author of The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal (Harper, 2008). She has written for the New York Times, the New York Times Magazine, the New York Times Book Review, the Huffington Post, and Glamour.
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The Astronaut Wives Club
A True Story
By Lily Koppel
Grand Central PublishingCopyright © 2013 Lily Koppel
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Introducing the Wives
They had endured years of waking up alone, making their kids breakfast, taking them to school and picking them up, fixing dinner and kissing them good night, promising that Daddy was thinking of them all the time. There had been lonely nights when they fell asleep wondering how they were going to get by on their husbands' measly pay for another month. During tours of duty in World War II or Korea or both, their husbands had nearly become mirages. Navy deployments had taken their men away on six to nine month cruises to the far corners of the Earth. They'd each wait for half a year imagining their man, trying not to forget what he looked like, only to have him come home hungry and tired. They'd miss him even before he left.
Things were no easier in peacetime when he was back home on base serving as a test pilot. There were times when squadrons would lose as many as two men in a week. The wives couldn't do a thing about it but pray for their prowess over the 5 a.m. skillet, hoping they'd cooked their husbands a good breakfast of steak and eggs before they left to go fly, so they'd be alert up in the air. They went to friends' funerals, sang the Navy hymn, and wore white gloves and held a handkerchief to catch the tears. They'd become conditioned to living with the daily fear that their men might not be back for dinner, or ever.
For Marge Slayton, whose wide, pale Irish face and expressive eyes made you want to hug her, it was the sound of a helicopter that sent her into a tailspin of fear and nausea. Hearing the blades of a chopper whirring overhead almost always meant that the men were searching for a plane that had gone down. Long after she stopped living on remote air bases, such as Edwards in the Mojave Desert, the sound of a helicopter still struck fear in her heart.
If a husband was out testing a new experimental plane and didn't come home by five o'clock, almost all of the wives experienced the same waking nightmare, imagining the dark figure of the base chaplain ringing the doorbell, telling her she was now a widow. They had rehearsed that awful scene in their minds, over and over. Such was the life of a test pilot wife. They could not possibly have imagined all that would be in store for them as astronauts' wives.
The United States was well behind in the space race. Soon after launching Sputnik in 1957, the Russians launched Sputnik II with its passenger Laika ("Barker," also known as Little Curly), the Soviet space dog. She was a female stray found on the streets of Moscow (and those godless Soviets let her die in orbit). The United States had responded by trying to send up its own satellite on a Vanguard rocket from Cape Canaveral, Florida, but it disastrously exploded on the launch pad, leading the press to call it "Kaputnik." In the following months and years the United States tried to send up bigger rockets, such as the Atlas, but every one of them had exploded before reaching outer space. Now the United States was determined not only to catch up but to pull ahead. It was a national priority in those fervent days of the Cold War.
America's space age was officially announced on April 9, 1959. In Washington, D.C., at the buttercup-yellow Dolley Madison House, across Lafayette Square from the White House, the seven men who'd been chosen to be the nation's first astronauts were officially presented to the world. They sat onstage at a blue felt–draped banquet table under NASA's round red-and-blue logo of a planet and stars, nicknamed the Meatball. Onstage with them was a model of the tiny Mercury capsule on top of an Atlas rocket, which would fall off once the capsule had passed through the Earth's atmosphere and entered outer space. At promptly 10 a.m., the press conference began. T. Keith Glennan took the podium. A natural-born showman who had previously worked at Paramount and Samuel Goldwyn, he was now the administrator of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "today we are introducing to you and to the world these seven men who have been selected to begin training for orbital space flight. These men, the nation's Mercury astronauts, are here after a long and perhaps unprecedented series of evaluations which told our medical consultants and scientists of their superb adaptability to their upcoming flight. It is my pleasure to introduce to you—and I consider it a very real honor, gentlemen—Malcolm S. Carpenter, Leroy G. Cooper, John H. Glenn, Jr., Virgil I. Grissom, Walter M. Schirra, Jr., Alan B. Shepard, Jr., and Donald K. Slayton ... the nation's Mercury astronauts!"
The ballroom burst into applause. The Mercury Seven astronauts were instantly beloved, embodying the country's optimism and excitement. Space capsules and rocket launchers and men in outer space; it was a brave new world of shining silver suits, gleaming white space capsules, upward-thrusting rockets, and the awesome void of space. The stuff of science-fiction novels was now coming true. These seven young flyboy test pilots, with their strong jaws and military buzz- cuts, were the best America had to offer. Glennan explained how the seven were chosen out of 110 test pilots considered for the job. Most of all they were healthy small-town Americans. None was older than forty.
Glennan touched on how fierce the competition had been. The Mercury Seven had been exhaustively tested and checked out down to their innermost orifices at the famed Lovelace Clinic in Albuquerque, selected for its secluded location. There were all kinds of "wild theories" about zero gravity, as one NASA doctor later put it. "Some people said the astronauts' hearts would explode, or that their blood pressure would fall to nothing. Some said they would never be able to urinate, and others said they'd never be able to stop urinating." Physicians did a complete medical, psychological, and social evaluation of the astronauts. NASA looked into the backgrounds of not only the men but also their wives.
Since all of America's new astronauts were drawn from the test pilot world, they were military men who would retain their rank while on loan to the new civilian space agency. They would work together now so rank would no longer be important. They wouldn't wear uniforms besides their silver space suits. And they wouldn't only be pilots. Each would be in charge of a particular ingredient of spaceflight, such as the capsule, communications, recovery, or navigation.
When it was question time, the reporters shot up their hands and leaped out of their seats. It turned out they were mostly interested in what the astronauts' wives had to say about their men being blasted into space. It was insanity, wasn't it? Or was it the American dream? Didn't their wives want to bring the country down to earth, say there had been some mistake, no, you cannot send my husband to the Moon? What kind of woman would actually let her husband be blasted into space on a rocket? The newly christened astronauts were in the process of formulating answers when John Glenn piped up.
"I don't think any of us could really go on with something like this if we didn't have pretty good backing at home, really," he said, speaking of his Annie. "My wife's attitude toward this has been the same as it has been all along through my flying. If it is what I want to do, she is behind it, and the kids are, too, a hundred percent."
When the press conference ended, reporters dashed from the room to instruct their editors to dispatch their minions to track down the Astrowives. John Glenn, who would remain very protective of his wife throughout the space race, always did his best to shield her from the press. The other wives, however, were open game. There were seven of them scattered across the country. Air Force and Navy wives, and Annie the lone Marine wife, they had spent the best years of their lives raising kids and supporting their husbands' careers and moving their families from one end of the country to the other, from one dismal base to the next. Now their husbands were astronauts, and they, too, were instant celebrities.
NASA didn't provide the wives with any instructions. No NASA public relations spokesmen contacted them with tips on how to deal with the press that day. The wives would have to handle the reporters the way they'd handled all the ups and downs of service life—with slightly knitted eyebrows, perfectly applied lipstick, and well-practiced aplomb.
The reporters hunted down the wives, showing up at their doorsteps and even chasing them at the grocery store. Out in Enon, Ohio, Betty, new astronaut Gus Grissom's wife, was having a hellish time dealing with the journalists, who were practically crawling through the curtains into her house. Gus had vastly underestimated the new situation the night before, when he'd called from Washington to warn her, "It's a good bet you'll be pounced on by the press." She'd been sick, running a temperature of 102. Her curly brown hair was a mess. So was the house.
Betty Grissom had never thought of Gus as a potential hero. They'd met back in Mitchell, Indiana, where Gus, too short to make the basketball team, had to be satisfied with being the leader of the Boy Scout honor guard. Betty played the snare drum in the pep band. "The first time I saw you I decided you were the girl I was going to marry," he'd tell her.
Betty had put Gus through engineering school at Purdue, slaving away on the 5 to 11 p.m. shift at Indiana Bell in a room full of exhausted working girls plugging in telephone connections. Her graveyard shift gave her husband some quiet to study. She had to work hard in those days because they lived off her pay. Betty didn't have any education beyond high school, but she often joked about her hard-earned "P.H.T." degree—Putting Hubby Through.
She had sweated out Gus's tour of duty in Korea, where he flew an F-86 Sabre on one hundred combat missions. Gus was promoted, but Betty was devastated when he actually volunteered to stay in Korea to fly another twenty-five missions.
After the war, Gus was stationed at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Enon, Ohio. He was now a test pilot, and they were finally living under one roof, with their two little boys. Even though Gus was home, he was often off flying. Betty knew flying was Gus's life, and she supported him without question.
"If I die, have a party," Gus once told her after one of their test pilot friends crashed and burned.
"Okay," she promised. "We'll have a party."
"If something happens to me, I don't want people sitting over here, crying."
In January 1959 Gus had received the top-secret telegram. Gus wasn't much for words, but Betty usually knew before he did what was on his mind. In fact, they both figured that she was a little psychic. That night as the Moon hung over Enon, Ohio, and the two boys were finally in bed, he read aloud the telegram. A couple of sentences long, with the usual confusing military acronyms, it "invited" Captain Virgil I. Grissom to come to Washington, wear civilian clothes, and not utter a word of this to anyone. Neither of them had any idea what it meant, so Betty blurted out the craziest thing that popped into her head. "What are they going to do, Gus, shoot you up in the nose cone of an Atlas rocket?"
She had heard Gus talk about the Atlas rocket, which was being tested in secret at Cape Canaveral in Florida. It wasn't much of a secret, seeing as reporters had watched it blow up from the nearby town of Cocoa Beach. The rocket was unstable, and kept on exploding at liftoff after liftoff. Did men in the government really reckon someone was supposed to ride that thing?
Gus laughed. Soon Betty began to feel like a spy girl in a James Bond thriller. Federal investigators were canvassing Enon making inquiries into the character of the Grissoms: How patriotic was his wife? How many times a week did she make home-cooked meals? Did she drink too much? Did communists regularly appear on their doorstep?
Finally, Gus asked Betty's permission to accept the dangerous mission. She looked at him and said, "Is it something you really want to do?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then do you even need to ask me?"
On the day of the astronauts' press conference, Betty had gone to the doctor and gotten a shot of penicillin. She stopped at the grocery store on the way home to pick up a few things for her and her boys, eight-year-old Scotty and five-year-old Mark, who were still at school. A reporter-photographer team from Life had interviewed her neighbor and tracked Betty's trail to the store. They came right up to her as she was wheeling her shopping cart through the vegetable aisle. Being a polite midwesterner, Betty invited the duo to her home, though they would have followed her through her door whether she wanted them to or not.
As soon as she let the Life fellows in, other reporters and photographers started arriving. They didn't even knock, just marched right in her front door and made themselves at home. Asked all sorts of personal questions, Betty didn't view these invasions as a welcome opportunity to become famous.
Sitting off to the side in her living room, as if the men wanted to photograph her dingy furniture and not her, Betty slung one saddle-shoed foot over the other, hoisted up her bobby socks, and watched suspiciously. Her big round owl glasses almost hid how cute she was. A perpetual worrier, she noted every time one of the men used the toilet (which she scrubbed herself) or plugged heavy equipment into a socket without permission. She didn't like the reporters: she hadn't prepared for this at all.
Betty didn't mind putting up with a lot for Gus. But she expected some common decency.
On the other side of the country, on a windswept shore near her home in Virginia Beach, Louise Shepard had taken her three lovely girls to the beach to escape the reporters who would surely be ringing her bell at home. Louise walked slowly up the shoreline as her blonde-haired girls built sandcastles and waded in the surf.
"Mrs. Shepard?" The press had tracked her down. "We're from Life magazine, Mrs. Shepard. We'd like to take some pictures."
Louise had always played a supporting role to her husband, Alan. She was a Christian Scientist and did not like this invasion of her quiet life but assumed her new role was beginning, and she handled the press gracefully. She smiled tentatively at the two men from Life and told them it would be okay if they took a few pictures. She smoothed out the girls' windblown hair and posed for the photographer.
After Louise let them instruct her to look left and look right, look up toward the sky, where her husband's bird might one day go, she was ready to get out of there. She looked at them kindly, smiled a smile that meant, That's enough, then put two slender fingers in her mouth and whistled. "Laura, time to go."
The men were flummoxed. Louise rounded up her girls. They thought the attention was fun, but they followed their mom to the car. Louise calmly steered toward home, expecting that by now, any press that had come calling would be gone.
She was wrong. When she turned onto her quiet street, lined with wooden houses with pleasant gardens hemmed in by picket fences, she could hardly believe her eyes. There must have been a dozen news trucks in her yard.
"How does it feel being the wife of an astronaut?" The men started flinging questions right away. "How long have you been married? What do your kids think?"
Louise stared into the exploding flashbulbs.
"Do you really want him to go?" asked another newsman. "Aren't you worried he'll be killed?"
That was the question that really disturbed her. Louise had been living with the fear of Alan's death ever since he started test-flying high-performance jets. The death rate for men like Alan was staggering. If Alan didn't call or come home by five o'clock sharp, Louise would start looking at the sky for the ominous black clouds near an air base that rose from a plane crashing to the ground.
Finally, she enveloped her children in her arms and ushered them through the crowd, away from all the attention. Down the street, the neighbors were watching the drama unfold in the Shepards' yard, and a mother told her son to be a dear and go see what all the hoopla was about. He ran back home and announced, "Mom! Mom! You gotta hear this! Mr. Shepard's going to the Moon!"
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Table of Contents
The Astronaut Wives ix
Authors Note xiii
1 Introducing the Wives 1
2 Think Pink 21
3 The Cookies 39
4 Jackie 58
5 Primly Stable 71
6 Squaresville 80
7 Space City, U.S.A. 88
8 The Galaxy Ball 110
9 Togethersville 123
10 The Astro-Pageant 137
11 The Lemon 153
12 Women's Lib 171
13 Susie 188
14 The Dark Side of the Moon 201
15 The Giant Leap 221
16 Everywoman 239
Epilogue: The Reunion 257
Photo Credits 271
About the Author 272
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is a phenomenal book focusing on the wives of famous astronauts and their own leakage into the world of fame and high society. I really like Lily Koppel's writing style. She keeps the book moving at a quick pace with well developed characters. It was a sheer joy to read.
Troubling Yet Readable. This is an entertaining and fast read on a subject that needs to be explored. The women depicted here were--and are--inspiring. Their stories are full of heartbreak, determination, fear, incredible strength, strong friendships, and yes, some humor. What they had to go through in dealing with sudden fame, largely single parenting, dealing with the press, living facades of 'perfect' lives in the public eye, coping with astronaut groupies, infidelity...there is an amazing and important book to be written about these women. Sadly, this is not it. I am really stunned editors let this go the way it is. There are errors in it regarding historical events that should have been checked with a three click Google search; there is no established tone or perspective. The author does not seem able to pin down what tone or view she wants to take so for large chunks in the first half this is written in an almost cheesy way, with 'wink winks' to the reader and vastly annoying reliance on the juvenile exclamation point punctuation that, at times, makes the text read like a student essay. The first half of the book, which concentrates on the original Mercury wives, reads as much lighter (despite their experiences with tragedy and trauma) than the second half that seems to take a different tone: darker, more serious. At one point, the events are related through the perspective of Norman Mailer who had been assigned to interview the wives. There is no transition into this--it just happens. Lack of transitions is another stylistic problem; the text moves between more in depth descriptions and then, suddenly, more anecdotal tidbits. You could get whiplash from the leaping from story to story, tone to perspective. As there are ultimately dozens of people to keep up with, this lack of clear structure becomes a greater problem as our subjects become much harder to keep straight. There is no appendix; there is no documentation of who said what or when. Where did all this come from? The author's notes generally mention she had talked to some of the surviving wives; at least one did not take part--but the others 'shared their memories.' There are pages of quotes but whose memories are we reading? I am very surprised endnotes, internal documentation, footnotes--something--were not used to identify and verify research. Finally, the scope of this is WAY too big for a book under 300 pages. These stories and these women deserve their own 'Right Stuff' and for the first half of the book I thought the Mercury wives were going to get it. It is the most thorough and detailed. But once the author brings in the later generations of astronauts and wives...this either needed to be a much longer text or the scope needed to be narrowed to the original wives. If none of these inconsistencies and questions bothers you--this is a fast, entertaining and very beginning glimpse into these remarkable women's contributions. But the really definitive work has yet to be done, I think.
This book was not what I expected from a book featured on NPR. Not only is it poorly written and edited but the tone is misogynistic--not unlike Tom Wolfe's The Right Stuff which, by comparison, at least made these women seem like human beings. Sad to think that a female "writer" would not take the time to develop these women's stories beyond some superficial research. Shameful that any editor or publisher would allow thiis to be published as it is and to waste readers' money. I lived at Edwards AFB during the early space program. My father was an Air Force engineer who worked on the program. These families were at times their neighbors. All of them were involved in something pretty amazing. This book glosses over their achievements and makes a mockery of the program, the astronauts and their wives. They may have been flawed and caught up in something out of their control, but like most military wives they did it with grace. The perks they received could never compensate for the risks they took on and the hard work involved. Bottom line: very bad book, pretty much a waste of time and money.
I was looking forward to finding out more about a group of women that very little is known about. The book really did not enlighten me any more than I already was. The writing style is breezy and it is a quick, easy read, but the lack of depth was really disappointing.
I live in the NASA community and was rather disappointed with this rambling sketch of the lives and experiences of the astronaut wives. The author skips back and forth in time tothepoint of confusion. More time is spent on the Cape Cookies issue than on the character development of the main characters. The issue of faith was glanced over but never to any meaningful extent. Buzz aldrin took the sacraments of holy communion on the moon, something most people dont know because then,as now, it was not considered PC. I would have expected this profound act to have warrented at least a mention.
Once I started it, I couldn't put this book down. It is a real page turner. I loved the rich characters and unique plot. Two thumbs up.
This outstanding book not only tells of the astronauts' wives' lives after fame hit but also how women lived during those time. What did the wives focus on? How did they present themselves to the public? How were they treated by the press? But it also looks at the pressures they lived under--it is hard enough being a military wife without having to be the perfect military wife. The stories are personal, the candid pictures are good, the press release pictures show a life that no one ever lived.
If someone were to set out to write an addendum to Tom Wolfe's "The Right Stuff" using his style, language, and sense of humor, Lily Koppel has done exactly that. Having grown up admiring the original Mercury astronauts when I was a teenager, I've enjoyed many of the stories written about them and that era of space exploration. The Astronaut Wives Club is the asterisk "*" on many of Tom Wolfe's stories, or even those in books authored by the astronauts themselves through the years. It includes very honest, informative, and often humorous-to-sorrowful insights to what the wives went through as their husbands had the world watching their every move. It answered questions on many things I've wondered through the years, but also left me curious about new topics that are touched on in this book, but not fully addressed. One plus, most books on our astronauts end with Apollo crew members. This one also includes those who flew the Space Shuttle. While I enjoyed reading it immensely, I am only giving it 4 stars because I would have liked for the author to have made it twice as long with twice the information. I sincerely wanted to know more from the astronauts wives, especially from the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo families. But I support the privacy and respect on certain matters that Lily Koppel gave the families. Very well researched, very comfortable reading. If you're a baby boomer, chances are you'll really enjoy this book.
I'm still reading this and really want to like it. However, I find myself irritated at the author's emphasis on the wives' appearance or perkiness.
I loved this book. It tells the story of what goes on behind the picture perfect image of an astronaut's wife. Very interesting to read. The narrative is easy to follow and filled with fun twists.
Really interesting accounts of the space race and surrounding time period from the homefront's perspective. As a military wife of a Navy pilot, there were some things i could relate to. I thought certain narratives or stories could have been better "fleshed out".
“The Astronaut Wives Club” is the first book, that I’ve run across at least, that attempts to tell the story of the beginnings of America’s space program from the point of view of the wives. Many thousands of pages have been filled telling the stories of the astronauts, engineers and even administrators. I’ve ready no few of them myself. But until now, nothing told the stories of the families. A signal example is Ed White, I can’t count how many different places I’ve read the tragic story of how we lost the first American to walk in space to a fire in Apollo I. And of course it is nearly always duly noted that he left behind a young wife and family. What happened to them? How did the loss of their husband/father affect them? None of these histories say until now. This book isn’t without its flaws. Particularly early on the tone shifts from objective to snarky to gossipy quite suddenly which tends to undercut the credibility a little. Also, in spite of the author’s best efforst, the men’s stories still tend to dominate the first few chapters. Later the style settles down a bit and the strong characters of the wives begin to come forward. It was fascinating to see these personalities so long in the shadow of their husbands emerge. Jo Schirra, Marge Slaton and Annie Glenn cease to be just images standing by astronauts in photos. They become fully fledged people with real roles in the history that surrounded them as they tried to raise families while living in one of the most brightly lit fishbowls in modern times. If you are interested in the early space program then you must include this book on your list whatever its flaws. There is nothing else that covers the territory it does. And the fact that it took some five decades for such a book to arrive is really kind of sad.
This could have been a wonderful read. I can't believe such a poorly written book was actually published. The author changed subjects mid-paragraph and often left subjects or thoughts undeveloped. The wives were portrayed as one-dimensional and clearly weren't. What a disappointment. THere was a terrific story to be told and this book was superficial at best.
I very much enjoyed the book, and would recommend it. That said... she concentrated on the Mercury 7, and a few members of the following groups. I started to feel that it was rushed as I neared the end. I don't know if there wasn't time or information for the later groups. There were some stories I would have liked to know more about... but I suppose time, and privacy, were factors. We don't need to know all the details of their personal lives. I wondered what happened to some of the widowed women, and the children. And, the families after it all ended. Interestingly, the women are excluded from wikipedia.
Awkward pacing, awkward transitions. The women were barely fleshed out characters without any true sense of personality.
Reviewed by Rich Follett for Readers' Favorite The Astronaut Wives Club is a fascinating, poignant and often heartrending window into the daily lives of the women whose husbands went to work outside of earth’s atmosphere and all too often did not come home. At the beginning of the Race to Space, the U.S. space program offered opportunity and a lifestyle unlike any other the country had known before or has known since. The astronauts of the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo missions were an entirely new breed of American superhero; their wives were the unsung heroes praying for safety, rejoicing in success and mourning in times of loss. Through it all, they formed an unbreakable bond that remains both inspiring and unassailable. Lily Koppel writes with a sure and steady pen, tracking the myriad ups and downs and reversals of fortune that drove these admirable women to elation, despair, and sometimes even suicide. Her narrative is remarkably spare and yet achingly descriptive - even though we know much of the history, we catch our breath after every turn and wait to exhale in moments of agonizing suspense, feeling the emotional roller coaster right along with the wives as they struggle to endure danger, loneliness, anger, passion and inexpressible terror in the public eye and under the ever watchful and unforgiving onslaught of the press. The Astronaut Wives Club depicts a world the likes of which we will not see again, populated by extraordinary women of strength and beauty. Lily Koppel has rendered it all with a master’s touch. Orlagh Cassidy’s reading of The Astronaut Wives Club is as engaging and uncompromising as the extraordinary lives these intrepid women led. She never once gives away the ending of an episode, keeping her tone even and steady to create exquisite, understated tension in key moments. Poker players work to create a poker face; Cassidy has a poker voice, which she uses here to great advantage. The Astronaut Wives Club has a most welcome bonus feature - a PDF file of actual photos of the women and events of the story - which greatly assists the reader/listener in connecting with the narrative. In The Astronaut Wives Club, Lily Koppel has created an important, inspiring and indelible chronicle of an era and of a particular breed of extraordinary women we would do well always to honor and remember.
This is a very confusing and not entertaining read. There are many names and many facts, but it's a story. There's no emotion and very little dialogue. This is more of a coffee table book where you can pick it up, read a bit, and put it back down without feeling you're missing anything. Just not at all what I was expecting.
This book seemed to be written for a teen magazine, with its editorial "wink winks" and breathless qnd gossipy style. Given the important history these women were a part of, I expected a well written account of their lives during the moon exploration years. What I got was a poorly written and poorly edited collection of frequently unrelated anecdotes that were often trivial and uninteresting. The disorganization and numerous characters also made it difficult to keep up with who was who. These women deserved far better; it's shocking to me that its publishers let it go to print this way. They took what should have been a fascinating topic and turned it into a sophomoric mess.
Since this book was based 40-50 years ago - you had to adjust your perceptions to the time frame. Because the book takes place in a time where things were more simpler and women did not have much power to make change - it shows the biases that were prevelant in their marriages. So it was interesting - not the best written book but interesting.
The writing in this book is laughable. More like a high school paper than something written by a journalist. There are anecdotes apropos of nothing. This book is nothing if not amateurish. Too bad because I was really looking forward to some character development and really getting to know these women. Instead, they are all written as extensions of their husbands. I wonder if they were even interviewed.
This is a very interesting book. I was very young during the early days of the space program, but I remember sitting at the black and white television when John Glenn orbited the Earth. I had no idea how much publicity these women had to endure. There was so much I didn't know about these first astronauts (especially Alan Shepherd). I felt like the book really captured the times....the role of the wives, the clothes, the visits to the White House, the prominence of Life Magazine, etc. Really enyoyed it.
Loved this book. The story that had not been told about what the Astrowives went through from the Mercury to Apollo missions. These ladies were the unsung heroes of the space race. NASA--not so impressed with the way they treated these women and families & the way they fostered the Astronauts infidelity.
I don't think we read the same book.
Nothing new here! What a disappointment. The author provided very little information that hasn't been published before. The book lacked a storyline, flow and any style.
This books is written in the 50's vernacular. There is constant repeating of tag lines- most notably "astrowives" (which the actual wives said in a recent Parade article was a term they never used). It is like the writer read all that was in print on the topic and then strung a story together. I was expecting an insightful book written from the wives perspective of this extraordinary period in American history. What I got was a poorly written essay with a few glossy pictures. Very disappointing.