I'm going to take a bit of a departure from my usual review approach. I'm going to focus most prominently on the first 57 percent of the book. This is an autobiography of a man arguably most famous because of his connections with Apollo eight. He was the commander for that mission, and his voice is one of the three you may remember if you're old enough when they read from the book of Genesis on Christmas Eve. I had just turned 11 days prior to that Christmas Eve, and I watched that broadcast with my parents that night. Oddly enough, I can't recall the gifts I received the following morning, but I still have vivid memories of listening to those astronauts read the creation story. This book is Borman's story. You begin with his childhood in Indiana, a childhood that according to his reckoning, was rather sickly. Doctors told his parents to get him out of the Midwest and into a drier, warmer climate. They did. Frank Borman grew up in Tucson. The writing style for this is fascinating throughout. It will hold your interest. You will read about Borman's high school days in which he played some football but was never great. It is during those years that he meets Susan, the woman who would become his wife of more than four decades. As his senior year approaches, he realizes he wants to go to the West Point Academy. Assuming he is too late to get in, he nevertheless tries, and when other alternates drop out of the race, young Borman is in.
You read with interest about his West Point years and a decision he makes to break things up with Susan. The Academy and his military future matter more than anything else at that point. But it isn't long before he realizes how foolish he has been and what a massive mistake he has made. It's no spoiler alert to point out that he does indeed win her back, and according to his account, theirs was a successful marriage.
Read this to track Borman's progress in what would become the Air Force. He learned to fly, then he taught others how to do it. When NASA began recruiting astronauts for the Gemini and Apollo programs, Borman signed up.
The chapters that focused on the space program as he knew it were among the best and most consistently interesting in the book. I joined with what felt like a chorus of Goodreads reviewers who point out that the section devoted to his work with Eastern Airlines was somewhat less interesting. That doesn't mean you should stop reading at chapter 14. It is interesting enough that you really should finish the book. I'm glad I did.
Borman commanded the Gemini 7 flight, and he was an integral part of the redesign of the Apollo spacecraft following the horrible fire of Apollo one that claimed three lives in 1967.
I loved reading the Apollo 8 chapter. It brought back so many memories for me, and it was fascinating to read about the behind-the-scenes Stuff you may not find anywhere else. I couldn't help but smile when I read about the account of a special Christmas dinner that the Whirlpool Corporation crafted for the astronauts. Apparently, Whirlpool designed the gravy to be so thick that even in weightlessness, it didn't leave the spoon. I can't imagine what that was like to eat. Borman writes about it gratefully enough here. He doesn't seem to complain.
Upon his return from space, he announces his plans to leave NASA. But he and Nixon had become relatively close, and NASA asked Borman to stay on as a liaison between the agency and the president. He does at least for a while. It garners him a trip to Europe that was fun to read about, and he managed to snag a visit to the Soviet Union for a somewhat veiled look at that country's space program.
Chapter 16 is a tender forthright examination of the toll Borman’s work and personality took on his wife and sons. It openly describes her collapse into alcoholism and nervous breakdown.
The chapters that dealt with his years at Eastern Airlines were moderately interesting, but less so than the first 13 or so chapters.