But that is exactly what happened after a long visit to the Kennedy Space Center during late November of 2012. Wandering through the Rocket Garden, I realized how little I knew about the space program. Even basic facts like the timeline from Mercury to Apollo were a mystery, all jumbled in my brain. It scared me a little, this void, and I decided to fill these holes in my knowledge— something I’ll probably spend the rest of my life trying to do.
I started with A Ball, a Dog, and a Monkey (1957–The Space Race Begins) which led to Wernher Von Braun and the Nazi engineers who came to the United States after WWII. One book snowballed into another and I ended up with a five-book reading plan, a solid—and very readable foundation—for anyone interested in space or just simply American history:
A Ball, a Dog, and a Monkey: 1957–The Space Race Begins by Michael D’Antonio – Describes the early days of America’s space obsession complete with exploding rockets and Florida hijinks.
A Man on the Moon by Andrew Chaikin – An amazing, detailed portrait of the Apollo program and all its astronauts.
Von Braun: Dreamer of Space, Engineer of War by Michael Neufeld – A balanced biography of the rocket pioneer from his roots in Germany to his success with the Saturn V.
Riding Rockets: The Outrageous Tales of a Space Shuttle Astronaut by Mike Mullane – Combines fraternity-boy humor with a poet’s sensibilities. Very readable and entertaining.
But it was two earlier flight pioneers who truly captured my heart and imagination. During the same trip in which I encountered the Kennedy Space Center, I also visited Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. There I explored Wright Brothers National Memorial and realized the gaps in my knowledge were worse than I imagined. I spent the next month with James Tobin’s To Conquer The Air—the perfect blend of literary journalism, where research and gorgeous writing fuse into a flawless readable mix: nonfiction that reads like fiction (when I grow up I want to write just like Mr. Tobin!). I cheered when Wilbur soared in the glider and wept when he died.
But the Wright Brothers aren’t finished with me yet—Wilbur and Orville by Fred Howard sits next to my bed. And after reading it, I’m sure I’ll find other gaps to fill, books to explore, and history to uncover. As the saying goes, “So many books so little time.” And I can’t think of a better way to organize my schedule.