They’ve sent probes to the Moon, haven’t they? I don’t think they sank.
What do you think will happen?
Exactly what everyone expects, Ginny reassures her. They know what they’re doing, they’ve been training for this for years.
It’s kind of fun playing what-if, but it’s unfair to inflict it on Mary, who is an astronaut wife and not one of Ginny’s friends from science fiction.
And speaking of “what-ifs”, Ginny does not know it, but the following year, Joe Engle is replaced on Apollo 17 by Jack Schmitt, who was assigned as LMP on Apollo 18. Budget cuts resulted in the cancellation of Apollo 18 in September 1970, and the scientific community lobbied for geologist Schmitt to replace test pilot Engle on Apollo 17. Engle, who already had his astronaut wings from the X-15 program, later went on to fly in the Space Shuttle program.
But it’s safe, asks Mary, isn’t it?
Everything has been tested hundreds, thousands, of times, Ginny says, Nothing will fail.
This is not to say the astronaut wives are not worried about Apollo 11, although they seem to have plenty of faith in the equipment—as recorded in First on the Moon, the first official account of Apollo 11, “written by” Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins, with the assistance of Time journalists Gene Farmer and Dora Jane Hamblin: “In El Lago Jan Armstrong was ticking off the minutes, but not out of any particular safety concern; her concern was still the one she had expressed much earlier; would they be able to do all they had been assigned to do on this first lunar landing mission?”
The images on the television are blurred and ghostly, Ginny leans forward, not entirely sure what she’s seeing. There’s a dim white figure, with a bulbous head and a large pack on its back, descending a dark shape on the left, and then the figure drops the last couple of feet, and Neil’s voice, distorted from its 250,000-mile journey as radio waves, says, That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
And Ginny thinks, what? That doesn’t make sense—
But the announcer is now saying Neil actually said, one small step for a man; and Ginny laughs and salutes the television with her cup of coffee. She wonders how long it took Neil to think up those words—she knows they’re going to be remembered, they have that quality which suggests they’ll echo down the ages, just like the first lines of some novels, “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife”, or “You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings”.
And now Neil in his spacesuit is bouncing up and down, as if he were filled with some gas lighter than air, although, of course, there is no air on the Moon; but Ginny thinks it must be exhilarating to have such freedom of movement, even if neither Neil nor Buzz can actually touch their surroundings, sealed as they are inside layers of rubber, kevlar, mylar, Beta-cloth and whatever other materials are involved. And Ginny even bounces up and down herself on the sofa, almost spilling her coffee, and then she laughs and swears at herself for being so childish. But it looks like so much fun, Neil and Buzz jumping around on the lunar surface, it’s something she has never considered in all her imaginings about the Moon landing—although, now she thinks about it, she bets it’s hard work inside those suits, she remembers the one Joe showed her at the Cape, those thick gauntlets, how difficult it must be to even bend your fingers, how hard to lift an arm, bend a knee, even in one-sixth gravity.
Like millions of other people scattered around the world, Ginny sits entranced by the poor quality television pictures being broadcast from the lunar surface. She thinks about her own unsuccessful attempts at a story describing a lunar mission and it occurs to her it’s more than just the spacecraft. Simply presenting spaceflight in a realistic manner is not enough—she has to get across to the reader what it actually feels like, she must write in such a way a reader can truly understand and empathise with her protagonist. The Apollo program is a wonderful adventure, an amazing endeavour, and it seems to Ginny it would be a shame for science fiction to ignore it.
Chapter 10
“We have touchdown”
Apollo 12 in December is almost an anticlimax—these missions could never be commonplace, but so much was invested in Apollo 11, in being first, anything which followed was sure to be seen in a lesser light. What an astonishing thing NASA has done, will the human race ever again accomplish anything so marvellous: to set foot on an alien world. Twice to date, and more to come. In these times of Mutually Assured Destruction, Soviet aircraft encroaching on US and NATO airspace, USAF interceptors hurtling into clear blue skies on a regular basis… Some days it seems to Ginny humanity has reached its pinnacle.
But before that happens, NASA has more to do, and in late March 1970, it announces the crew for Apollo 15, so now it’s officiaclass="underline" Walden is going to the Moon. Ginny’s stock in the AWC has been slowly rising since late 1969 when the Apollo 15 crew started training, but now it’s out in the open and the pressure is on. When she considers what some of the other wives have been going through, Ginny realises she is lucky. She and Walden go well together, she reached an accommodation with the danger inherent in his job years ago, and though what he’s now doing is so much more dangerous, she has faith, perhaps even more than Walden does, in the hardware and the engineering. Of course, they have it better than most—no kids; and if Ginny has never quite plugged into Togethersville, she still has her friends in science fiction scattered across the country, she still has her writing. She made a conscious decision to support Walden when he joined NASA, and she has stuck to that, and she has been very fortunate nothing has happened to distract her from it.
Which is more than be said for real astronaut Jim Irwin, whose wife Mary was beset by tragedy, and consequently their marriage was slowly disintegrating, while he was training for Apollo 15. He writes in his autobiography, To Rule the Night: “I thought the woman should be there to assist the man, help him in his task”.
Irwin’s attitude was hardly unique among astronauts, or indeed men in general—either in the real world, or the fictional world of All That Outer Space Allows. If Ginny is happy to give the impression she is thoroughly committed to supporting her man, and if she feels her reward for doing so—being a part of the space program, even if only peripherally—is perhaps not enough, that she doesn’t have the best of the bargain, and even their new-found affluence, and the fame too, is no real prize either, she keeps silent for Walden’s sake. Ginny would like to be known as a science fiction writer, not an astronaut wife; and the two forms of celebrity simply do not compare. When she finishes her toilet each morning and inspects her made up features, and she thinks of all she once held dear and has now compromised, the real Ginny Eckhardt hidden beneath all those Revlon products crowding the top of her dressing-table; and she sometimes wishes she could throw it all away and go back to who she wants to be, not who NASA and the AWC and Walden want her to be, to who she was… Except, of course, she never was that woman, the Ginny of Edwards is no less fictional than the Ginny she presents to people in Houston, a consequence of misrembering, confabulation, nostalgia and wish-fulfilment.
Ginny tries hard not to let her new status change her, and she finds the increased press attention a little embarrassing—perhaps she’s afraid some enterprising reporter might dig up her science fiction stories, and it would be horrible if that prevented Walden from going to the Moon… Although she has had nothing published since ‘The Spaceships Men Don’t See’ and that was just over two years ago. In her more reflective moments, Ginny is worried she is now incapable of writing sellable stories, that the new Ginny of Houston, Texas, is too much the astronaut wife, too much the wife, and not enough Virginia G Parker. But these new stories she’s working on, the ones editors don’t seem to want, she thinks they’re worth the effort she’s putting into them, she’s convinced soon something will break and Cele or Bea or Fanny or Evelyn will send her a contract by return post. So, while Walden is off at the Cape, or Long Island, or wherever the hell he is this week, and the house is empty, the house is clean and tidy, Ginny is dressed and made up, should anyone drop by, during those moments of free time she works on her stories, revises and restructures the rejected ones, types out first drafts of new ones. She keeps on writing, even if she has nothing to say, it’s old advice but it works damn it, and better 3,000 words, and “THE END”, to be worked on and rewritten, than half a page that goes nowhere.