Being a physical chicken made me realize that I could never be an astronaut although I love science fiction stories that take place in space. No Blue Origin for me. No Mars on the Space X Starship. However, it no longer matters because Orbital by Samantha Harvey will allow even the most cowardly human to travel in space for a too-brief time. We travel with Anton, Roman, Pietro, Shaun, Chie and Nell, a diverse six pack of astronauts, aboard the space station. 

No plot, no conquest of space and time, no spin-out into emptiness, only small dramas. Just the day-to-day minor miracles in the lives of these six people, eating, sleeping, conducting experiments in space science, their travels across time zones, across dawns and evening and nights. The earth in daylight appears unpopulated – at night the clusters of lights from cities and towns makes life visible from space, but the stars glowing in inky space outshine the city lights. 

These astronauts have been through years of training to sleep in sleeping bags that hang without gravity. The descriptions reminded me of the way whales sleep, hanging vertically in the salty ocean, sleeping together in pods. 

“Outside the earth reels away in a mass of moon-glow, peeling backward as they forge towards its edgeless edge; the tufts of cloud across the Pacific brighten the nocturnal ocean to cobalt. Now there’s Santiago on the South American coast in a cloud-hazed burn of gold. Unseen through the closed shutters the trade winds blowing across the warm waters have worked up a storm, an engine of heat. (p. 2)

“They retreat inside their headphones and press weights and cycle nowhere at twenty-three times the speed of sound on a bike that has no handlebars, just a set of pedals attached to a rig, and run 8 miles inside a slick metal module with a close-up view of a turning planet. 

Sometimes they wish for a cold stiff wind, blustery rain, autumn leaves, reddened fingers, muddy legs, a curious dog, a startled rabbit, a leaping sudden deer, a puddle in a pothole, soaked feet, a slight hill, a fellow runner, a shaft of sun. Sometimes they just succumb to the uneventful windless humming of their sealed spacecraft.” (p. 16)

“How the earth drags at the air. See how the clouds at the equator are dragged up and eastward by the earth’s rotation. All the moist warm air evaporating off the equatorial oceans and pulled in an arc to the poles, cooling, sinking, tugged back down in a westward curve. Ceaseless movement. Although these words – drag, pull, tug – they describe the force of this movement but not its grace, not its what? It’s synchronicity/fluidity, harmony.” (p. 83)

“And when the ocean comes again you think, oh yes, as if you’ve woken up from a dream in a dream until you’re so dream-packed that you can find no way out and don’t think to try. You’re just floating and spinning and flying a hundred miles deep inside a dream.” (p. 189)

“You are looking now straight into the heart of the Milky Way, whose pull is so strong and compelling that it feels some nights that the orbit will detach from earth and venture there, into that deep dense mass of stars. Billions upon billions of stars that give off their own light, so that it’s no longer true to speak of darkness.” (p. 191)

In this space station, “far from the earth” they watch two earth events – an enormous typhoon and a moon launch. Although they think about what will happen to the humans in the typhoon’s path and they envy the astronauts going to the moon, they are not sorry they chose this mission. These events, in the end, do not change life aboard the space station. You should go on this mission. I doubt that Samantha Harvey ever went to space, but she nailed it – the beauty, the possibility for disaster, the tedium, the homesickness. The full-color-palette beauty of earth overrides all. Orbital is a trip.

**I have a Space playlist. It begins with Space Oddity by David Bowie, then Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling, Rocketman by Elton John, Starman by David Bowie, Shooting Star by Bad Company, Drops of Jupiter by Train, and A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay