Mary Robinette Kowal's science fiction debut, The Calculating Stars, explores the premise behind her award-winning "Lady Astronaut of Mars."
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On a cold spring night in 1952, a huge meteorite fell to earth and obliterated much of the east coast of the United States, including Washington D.C. The ensuing climate cataclysm will soon render the earth inhospitable for humanity, as the last such meteorite did for the dinosaurs. This looming threat calls for a radically accelerated effort to colonize space, and requires a much larger share of humanity to take part in the process.
Elma York’s experience as a WASP pilot and mathematician earns her a place in the International Aerospace Coalition’s attempts to put man on the moon, as a calculator. But with so many skilled and experienced women pilots and scientists involved with the program, it doesn’t take long before Elma begins to wonder why they can’t go into space, too.
Elma’s drive to become the first Lady Astronaut is so strong that even the most dearly held conventions of society may not stand a chance against her.
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About the Author
MARY ROBINETTE KOWAL was the 2008 recipient of the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer and a Hugo winner for her story “For Want of a Nail.” Her short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Asimov’s, and several Year’s Best anthologies. She also writes the Glamourist History series, which began with Shades of Milk and Honey. A professional puppeteer and voice actor, she spent five years touring nationally with puppet theaters. She lives in Chicago with her husband Rob and many manual typewriters.
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PRESIDENT DEWEY CONGRATULATES NACA ON SATELLITE LAUNCH
March 3, 1952 — (AP) — The National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics successfully put its third satellite into orbit, this one with the capability of sending radio signals down to Earth and taking measurements of the radiation in space. The president denies that the satellite has any military purpose and says that its mission is one of scientific exploration.
Do you remember where you were when the Meteor hit? I've never understood why people phrase it as a question, because of course you remember. I was in the mountains with Nathaniel. He had inherited this cabin from his father and we used to go up there for stargazing. By which I mean: sex. Oh, don't pretend that you're shocked. Nathaniel and I were a healthy young married couple, so most of the stars I saw were painted across the inside of my eyelids.
If I had known how long the stars were going to be hidden, I would have spent a lot more time outside with the telescope.
We were lying in the bed with the covers in a tangled mess around us. The morning light filtered through silver snowfall and did nothing to warm the room. We'd been awake for hours, but hadn't gotten out of bed yet for obvious reasons. Nathaniel had his leg thrown over me and was snuggled up against my side, tracing a finger along my collarbone in time with the music on our little battery-powered transistor radio.
I stretched under his ministrations and patted his shoulder. "Well, well ... my very own 'Sixty Minute Man.'"
He snorted, his warm breath tickling my neck. "Does that mean I get another fifteen minutes of kissing?"
"If you start a fire."
"I thought I already did." But he rolled up onto his elbow and got out of bed.
We were taking a much needed break after a long push to prepare for the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics's launch. If I hadn't also been at NACA doing computations, I wouldn't have seen Nathaniel awake anytime during the past two months.
I pulled the covers up over myself and turned on my side to watch him. He was lean, and only his time in the Army during World War II kept him from being scrawny. I loved watching the muscles play under his skin as he pulled wood off the pile under the big picture window. The snow framed him beautifully, its silver light just catching in the strands of his blond hair.
And then the world outside lit up.
If you were anywhere within five hundred miles of Washington, D.C., at 9:53 a.m. on March 3rd, 1952, and facing a window, then you remember that light. Briefly red, and then so violently white that it washed out even the shadows. Nathaniel straightened, the log still in his hands.
"Elma! Cover your eyes!"
I did. That light. It must be an A-bomb. The Russians had been none too happy with us since President Dewey took office. God. The blast center must have been D.C. How long until it hit us? We'd both been at Trinity for the atom bomb tests, but all of the numbers had run out of my head. D.C. was far enough away that the heat wouldn't hit us, but it would kick off the war we had all been dreading.
As I sat there with my eyes squeezed shut, the light faded.
Nothing happened. The music on the radio continued to play. If the radio was playing, then there wasn't an electromagnetic pulse. I opened my eyes. "Right." I hooked a thumb at the radio. "Clearly not an A-bomb."
Nathaniel had spun away to get clear of the window, but he was still holding the log. He turned it over in his hands and glanced outside. "There hasn't been any sound yet. How long has it been?"
The radio continued to play and it was still "Sixty Minute Man." What had that light been? "I wasn't counting. A little over a minute?" I shivered as I did the speed-of-sound calculations and the seconds ticked by. "Zero point two miles per second. So the center is at least twenty miles away?"
Nathaniel paused in the process of grabbing a sweater and the seconds continued to tick by. Thirty miles. Forty. Fifty. "That's ... that's a big explosion to have been that bright."
Taking a slow breath, I shook my head, more out of desire for it not to be true than out of conviction. "It wasn't an A-bomb."
"I'm open to other theories." He hauled his sweater on, the wool turning his hair into a haystack of static.
The music changed to "Some Enchanted Evening." I got out of bed and grabbed a bra and the trousers I'd taken off the day before. Outside, snow swirled past the window. "Well ... they haven't interrupted the broadcast, so it has to be something fairly benign, or at least localized. It could be one of the munitions plants."
"Maybe a meteor."
"Ah!" That idea had some merit and would explain why the broadcast hadn't been interrupted. It was a localized thing. I let out a breath in relief. "And we could have been directly under the flight path. That would explain why there hasn't been an explosion, if what we were seeing was just it burning up. All light and fury, signifying nothing."
Nathaniel's fingers brushed mine and he took the ends of the bra out of my hand. He hooked the strap and then he ran his hands up my shoulder blades to rest on my upper arms. His hands were hot against my skin. I leaned back into his touch, but I couldn't quite stop thinking about that light. It had been so bright. He squeezed me a little, before releasing me. "Yes."
"Yes, it was a meteor?"
"Yes, we should go back."
I wanted to believe that it was just a fluke, but I had been able to see the light through my closed eyes. While we got dressed, the radio kept playing one cheerful tune after another. Maybe that was why I pulled on my hiking boots instead of loafers, because some part of my brain kept waiting for things to get worse. Neither of us commented on it, but every time a song ended, I looked at the radio, certain that this time someone would tell us what had happened.
The floor of the cabin shuddered.
At first I thought a heavy truck was rolling past, but we were in the middle of nowhere. The porcelain robin that sat on the bedside table danced along its surface and fell. You would think that, as a physicist, I would recognize an earthquake faster. But we were in the Poconos, which was geologically stable.
Nathaniel didn't worry about that as much and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the doorway. The floor bucked and rolled under us. We clung to each other like in some sort of drunken foxtrot. The walls twisted and then ... then the whole place came down. I'm pretty sure that I hollered.
When the earth stopped moving, the radio was still playing.
It buzzed as if a speaker were damaged, but somehow the battery kept it going. Nathaniel and I were lying, pressed together, in the remnants of the doorframe. Cold air swirled around us. I brushed the dust from his face.
My hands were shaking. "Okay?"
"Terrified." His blue eyes were wide, but both pupils were the same size, so ... that was good. "You?"
I paused before answering with the social "fine," took a breath, and did an inventory of my body. I was filled with adrenaline, but I hadn't wet myself. Wanted to, though. "I'll be sore tomorrow, but I don't think there's any damage. To me, I mean."
He nodded and craned his neck around, looking at the little cavity we were buried inside. Sunlight was visible through a gap where one of the plywood ceiling panels had fallen against the remnants of the doorframe. It took some doing, but we were able to push and pry the wreckage to crawl out of that space and clamber across the remains of the cabin.
If I had been alone ... Well, if I had been alone, I wouldn't have gotten into the doorway in time. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered despite my sweater.
Nathaniel saw me shiver and squinted at the wreckage. "Might be able to get a blanket out."
"Let's just go to the car." I turned, praying that nothing had fallen on it. Partly because it was the only way to the airfield where our plane was, but also because the car was borrowed. Thank heavens, it was sitting undamaged in the small parking area. "There's no way we'll find my purse in that mess. I can hot-wire it."
"Four minutes?" He stumbled in the snow. "Between the flash and the quake."
"Something like that." I was running numbers and distances in my head, and I'm certain he was, too. My pulse was beating against all of my joints and I grabbed for the smooth certainty of mathematics. "So the explosion center is still in the three-hundred-mile range."
"The airblast will be what ... half an hour later? Give or take." For all the calm in his words, Nathaniel's hands shook as he opened the passenger door for me. "Which means we have another ... fifteen minutes before it hits?"
The air burned cold in my lungs. Fifteen minutes. All of those years doing computations for rocket tests came into terrifying clarity. I could calculate the blast radius of a V2 or the potential of rocket propellant. But this ... this was not numbers on a page. And I didn't have enough information to make a solid calculation. All I knew for certain was that, as long as the radio was playing, it wasn't an A-bomb. But whatever had exploded was huge.
"Let's try to get as far down the mountain as we can before the airblast hits." The light had come from the southeast. Thank God, we were on the western side of the mountain, but southeast of us was D.C. and Philly and Baltimore and hundreds of thousands of people.
Including my family.
I slid onto the cold vinyl seat and leaned across it to pull out wires from under the steering column. It was easier to focus on something concrete like hot-wiring a car than on whatever was happening.
Outside the car, the air hissed and crackled. Nathaniel leaned out the window. "Shit."
"What?" I pulled my head out from under the dashboard and looked up, through the window, past the trees and the snow, and into the sky. Flame and smoke left contrails in the air. A meteor would have done some damage, exploding over the Earth's surface. A meteorite, though? It had actually hit the Earth and ejected material through the hole it had torn in the atmosphere. Ejecta. We were seeing pieces of the planet raining back down on us as fire. My voice quavered, but I tried for a jaunty tone anyway. "Well ... at least you were wrong about it being a meteor."
I got the car running, and Nathaniel pulled out and headed down the mountain. There was no way we would make it to our plane before the airblast hit, but I had to hope that it would be protected enough in the barn. As for us ... the more of the mountain we had between us and the airblast, the better. An explosion that bright, from three hundred miles away ... the blast was not going to be gentle when it hit.
I turned on the radio, half-expecting it to be nothing but silence, but music came on immediately. I scrolled through the dial looking for something, anything that would tell us what was happening. There was just relentless music. As we drove, the car warmed up, but I couldn't stop shaking.
Sliding across the seat, I snuggled up against Nathaniel. "I think I'm in shock."
"Will you be able to fly?"
"Depends on how much ejecta there is when we get to the airfield." I had flown under fairly strenuous conditions during the war, even though, officially, I had never flown combat. But that was only a technical specification to make the American public feel more secure about women in the military. Still, if I thought of ejecta as anti-aircraft fire, I at least had a frame of reference for what lay ahead of us. "I just need to keep my body temperature from dropping any more."
He wrapped one arm around me, pulled the car over to the wrong side of the road, and tucked it into the lee of a craggy overhang. Between it and the mountain, we'd be shielded from the worst of the airblast. "This is probably the best shelter we can hope for until the blast hits."
"Good thinking." It was hard not to tense, waiting for the airblast. I rested my head against the scratchy wool of Nathaniel's jacket. Panicking would do neither of us any good, and we might well be wrong about what was happening.
A song cut off abruptly. I don't remember what it was; I just remember the sudden silence and then, finally, the announcer. Why had it taken them nearly half an hour to report on what was happening?
I had never heard Edward R. Murrow sound so shaken. "Ladies and gentlemen ... Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program to bring you some grave news. Shortly before ten this morning, what appears to have been a meteor entered the Earth's atmosphere. The meteor has struck the ocean just off the coast of Maryland, causing a massive ball of fire, earthquakes, and other devastation. Coastal residents along the entire Eastern Seaboard are advised to evacuate inland because additional tidal waves are expected. All other citizens are asked to remain inside, to allow emergency responders to work without interruption." He paused, and the static hiss of the radio seemed to reflect the collective nation holding our breath. "We go now to our correspondent Phillip Williams from our affiliate WCBO of Philadelphia, who is at the scene."
Why would they have gone to a Philadelphia affiliate, instead of someone at the scene in D.C.? Or Baltimore?
At first, I thought the static had gotten worse, and then I realized that it was the sound of a massive fire. It took me a moment longer to understand. It had taken them this long to find a reporter who was still alive, and the closest one had been in Philadelphia.
"I am standing on the US-1, some seventy miles north of where the meteor struck. This is as close as we were able to get, even by plane, due to the tremendous heat. What lay under me as we flew was a scene of horrifying devastation. It is as if a hand had scooped away the capital and taken with it all of the men and women who resided there. As of yet, the condition of the president is unknown, but —" My heart clenched when his voice broke. I had listened to Williams report the Second World War without breaking stride. Later, when I saw where he had been standing, I was amazed that he was able to speak at all. "But of Washington itself, nothing remains."CHAPTER 2
ANNOUNCER: This is the BBC World News for March 3, 1952. Here is the news and this is Robert Robinson. In the early hours of the morning a meteorite struck just outside the capital of the United States of America with a force greater than the bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The resulting firestorm has swept out from Washington, D.C. for hundreds of miles.
I kept running the numbers in my head after the radio finally, finally reported the news. It was easier than thinking about the big picture. About the fact that we lived in D.C. That we knew people there. That my parents were — From D.C., it would take a little over twenty-four minutes for the airblast to hit. I tapped the dashboard clock. "It should hit soon."
"Yeah." My husband covered his face with his hands and leaned forward against the steering wheel. "Were your parents ...?"
"Home. Yes." I could not stop shaking. The only breaths I could draw were too fast and too shallow. I clenched my jaw and held my breath for a moment, with my eyes squeezed shut.
The seat shifted as Nathaniel wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He bowed his head over me so that I was sealed in a little cocoon of tweed and wool. His parents had been older than mine and had passed away some years ago, so he knew what I needed, and just held me.
"I just thought ... I mean, Grandma is a hundred and three. I thought Daddy was going to go forever."
He made a sharp inhalation, as if he'd been stabbed.
Nathaniel sighed and pulled me closer. "There were tidal wave warnings."
"Oh God." Grandma lived in Charleston. She wasn't in a beach house, but still, the entire city was low-lying and right on the coast. And then there were my aunts and uncles and cousins and Margaret, who'd just had a baby. I tried to sit up, but Nathaniel's arms were too tight around me. "When will it hit? The meteor struck a little before ten. But how big was it? And the water depth ... I need a map and —"
"Elma." Nathaniel squeezed me tighter. "Elma. Sh ... You can't solve for this."
"But Grandma —"
"I know, sweetie. I know. When we get to the plane, we can radi —" The shock of the explosion shattered the car windows. It roared on and on, vibrating through my chest like a rocket leaving a launchpad. The oscillations pressed against my skin, filling every part of my consciousness with roaring waves and then secondary and tertiary explosions. I clung to Nathaniel, and he clung to the steering wheel, as the car bucked and slid across the road.
The world groaned and roared and wind howled through the empty window frames.(Continues…)
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I only remember reading one sci-fi book and that was probably 30 years ago, so that alone says something about this book. It's good blend of ordinary life and affected by a crazy new normal. I'm going to read the sequel.
One of my favorite novels of 2018. Mary Robinette Kowal writes so beautifully and so powerfully, it's hard not to shout "TAKE MY MONEY!" when she publishes a new piece. This book is no exception. I read the novelette "The Lady Astronaut of Mars" when it came out and it left me sobbing. My partner has Parkinson's Disease and, while he's not far advanced yet, Kowal's depiction of what it's like to have a partner with a debilitating illness was completely spot on. I had read some of Kowal's stories before that and knew she was talented, but that story blew me away. I found out she was writing Lady Astronaut novels at a Worldcon where she gave a reading of an early version of the opening of this novel. I was riveted. There was no question I would be buying it and I was not disappointed. The scenario she created in this book, where the eastern seaboard of the United States has been wiped off the map by a meteor, is done extremely well, and builds an alternate history that feels entirely plausible. The characters are so fleshed out you feel like you really know them and you're rooting for them all the way, celebrating their successes and grieving their failures. Every part of this book was a delight. (I may have stayed up until 2am to finish reading it) Mary Robinette Kowal is one of the finest writers in our genre today. Don't miss this book or its sequel!
I’d really loved some of Mary Robinette Kowal’s short fiction, but I’d yet to find a novel of hers I quite as much adored. The Calculating Stars changes that. The Calculating Stars takes an alternate history route to the United States’ space program; in the 1950’s, a giant meteorite obliterates Washington, D.C. and starts an ecological avalanche that will make Earth inhospitable for human life. Suddenly, it’s vital that humanity get off the planet. Elma York is a brilliant mathematician working for the space program and married to one of the engineers. During WWII, she was a WASP, and more than anything she dreams of becoming an astronaut. She has the qualifications, from a degree in physics to flight experience. But those in charge don’t believe women fit for space, and it will take everything Elma has to show them wrong. Before I get into the brunt of the review, I need to mention that I listened to The Calculating Stars as an audiobook. I enjoyed the narrator’s work, and it wasn’t until afterward that I learned that Mary Robinette Kowal is actually the narrator! Now I’m super impressed not only by her writing skills but also by her talent at narrating. For whatever reason, I didn’t expect The Calculating Stars to be as intense as I found it. The meteorite crashing into Earth had me heart-in-throat, and there are definitely elements to the story that make it a tense ride. In particular, the beginning packs quite the emotional hit. Elma loses her home and most of her family, suddenly finding herself a refugee. And that’s even before she does the calculations and realizes the world is about to end. As a novel set in the 1950’s (even one that’s alternate history), The Calculating Stars has to deal with the prejudice of the era. Obviously, sexism is at the root of Elma’s personal journey, but there are other elements at play. She’s Jewish, and she sometimes encounters anti-Semitism. She also has to unlearn her own racial prejudice — she’s never really thought of people of color as inferior, she just… hasn’t noticed them or the racism they face. She begins to realize that just like she faces difficulties due to her gender, other people face difficulties due to race. I really enjoyed Elma as a protagonist. She’s smart, determined, and compassionate. I was also pleasantly surprised to find mental health issues a large part of her character arc. She’s got serious issues with social anxiety. She has no trouble doing a sudden landing when her plane’s engine cuts out, but when faced with a crowd or social pressure she panics. Not only does it negatively impact her life, but if it got out, it could be used as fuel to keep her out of the astronaut program — proof that she’s just a hysterical woman. Another unique part of The Calculating Stars was Elma’s relationship to her husband. He’s supportive of dreams of going to space, and he never questions her intelligence or becomes intimidated by acknowledging she’s better at math than he is. Their relationship reminds me how much I would love more books which have established relationships instead of a focus on starting a new one. If you’re looking for a story with a diverse cast and women who work together, then The Calculating Stars is the book for you. Think Hidden Figures crossed with The Martian. It’s wonderfully fun.
Two other books I've read recently and loved were Seveneves, by Neal Stephenson (SF novel about a catastrophic cosmic event that humanity can only survive by settling in space) and Hidden Figures, by Margot Shetterley (Nonfiction about the female African-American mathematicians who worked in the space program, also made into a fabulous movie). This novel reminded me of both in all the best ways, and I would recommend it to fans of either, given that it's an alternate history in which a devastating meteorite strike in the early 1950s sets off the space age early, as humanity rushes to prepare for a lunar colony as the Earth may soon become uninhabitable. While the main thrust of the story is the space race, the book also delves into issues of discrimination and the challenges facing women and people of color who want to be a part of it. The main character is a female Jewish mathematician/physicist who served as a pilot with the WASPs in WW2, and I absolutely loved her. She's smart, determined, struggles with anxiety, has a solid and loving marriage, and a burning passion for space. I'm really excited to see where the second book in the duology takes the story.
This is my favorite Mary Robinette Kowal novel and the bar is set pretty darn high considering her prior work. In this rousing alternate history of the space program, we follow Elma Wexler York, the protagonist of her 2014 Hugo award-winning novelette, The Lady Astronaut of Mars, back in the early days of the post-Meteor Era space program. The opening chapters of the book deal with an event hinted at in one of her prior short stories, We Interrupt this Broadcast, in which an asteroid punches through the earth's atmosphere, surviving to become a meteorite that will obliterate Washington DC. The Calculating Stars opens with this cataclysmic event, in which most of the Eastern US is devastated and the resultant magnitude of water vapor sets off a series of climate issues that promise to make the planet uninhabitable within a century. There is plenty of snazzy science (fiction) in this book but Kowal manages to capture the labor and tedium of the day to day work of scientists and engineers who move innovation forward out of necessity. Just as in the real-life stories in Hidden Figures she also depicts the frustrating sexism and racism endured by highly educated women working for NASA (or in this case (NACA) in the 1950's and 60's. Some of the scenes will make your blood boil. (Female astronaut trainees forced to wear bikinis for pool training rather than the bulky flight suits the male trainees wear was probably the most flagrant example.) I loved the original Elma novelette but this prequel novel has made me enjoy the character more fully. A Ph.D. physicist and mathematician, Elma was also a WASP pilot during World War II. Here we grow to see her as a multidimensional and vulnerable person, dealing with the anxiety of the loss of her parents and grandmother in the meteorite event, and more media and public attention than she ever desired as she works to forward the space program that will help get the human race off a planet on the brink of disaster. She is a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend as well as a scientist and pilot. More than anything, Elma wants to be an astronaut and has since childhood. She is undeterred by the obstacles of a NACA and military that clearly don't want women on board, and a commanding officer who despises her. Her grit and tenacity were wonderful to read. Embodying the concept of "Nevertheless, she persisted" in all the best ways, this book is a wonderful fictional encouragement to aspiring young adults seeking their dreams while making it clear that they have to be prepared in order to build them. The Calculating Stars releases July 3. Its sequel, The Fated Sky, releases in August and I can't wait to read it! I received a paperback Advance Reading Copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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