Golden Age sci-fi is not totally my bag. I can't remember where I got this book but I really liked the bold, colourful cover and it was in good condition. I thought it was going to be a fantastic gee-whiz space story, but it is actually much more akin to a hard sci-fi attempt to realistically imagine in 1958 what a race to the moon would look like.
It takes place during the height of the cold war and is told from the perspective of an elite pilot brought into a top secret training program. Paranoia is everywhere, to the point that he is pulled from his last date before launch because two previous pilots were killed in staged accidents. He and his date are replaced with doubles (whom we later learn are also killed). He is then led to the real rocket (the one he had been training on turns out to have been a duplicate to further fool the enemy) and meets his crew of three. It's a tense, steady read. A bit dry at times, but with enough suspense and even some characterization to keep me hooked. They go to the moon, have to deal with all the very real issues of survival there as well as the commies who do all kinds of dastardly things. They send a missile while they are in flight, they send another rocket themselves. The whole point is that the country that first establishes a succesful person on the moon gets to claim it for their own in the eyes of the UN. Once on the planet, the commander also learns that one of his men is a double agent who is sabotaging the mission.
It kind of felt like what I imagine The Martian was like, but from a 1958 perspective. Jeff Sutton did many things in his life (including writing quite a few science fiction novels), among them working on survival issues for high-altitude pilots, so he knew his stuff. Solid read.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
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