Best acronym ever: ARC (Advanced Reading Copy) in this context, the parabola's arc of flight from Earth into Outer Space and back. Many thanks to Grand Central Publishing, the origin providing me with a copy of Dante S. Lauretta's "The Asteroid Hunter." my review will mirror the book itself, both personal and descriptive of a scientific mission.
Even if one follows space science closely and already knows the end result of the quest to retrieve samples from the asteroid Bennu, Lauretta's narrative still reads like a cliffhanger, an edge of your seat, what happens next page turner. He begins with a disaster scenario: what if this asteroid collided with the Earth? IMHO, this opening runs off orbit, designed for thrill seekers, since the question never really concerns Lauretta's team or other cosmologists. They already know how to predict and plan in case of this catastrophic event. The dramatic beginning may have an ulterior motive: justification for spending money on this project for those who pooh-pooh space funding in general, relieving the tension between pure science and budget hawks. But Lauretta's book doesn't focus of this kind of tension; I'll try to describe the exhilarating tension his writing evoked in me.
Tension in Physics: the act or process of pulling something tightly; the condition of being stretched, tautness; action/reaction pair of forces.
Tension emotionally: a state of inner unrest, nervousness, imbalance, anxiety, excitement, strain.
"The Asteroid Hunter" combines both. Scientifically, the action/reaction pair of forces, how the project manager of the Mission must compete with other groups for funding and consideration, then within his own team deal with recruitment, squabbles between scientists and engineers, decide which problem matters more than other problems, how to deal with unforeseen disasters, how to prioritize, neutralize, and still have fun.
I have a rough idea of both the heavy responsibility and the sheer exuberance Lauretta describes because of the covalent bond between me and my late step-father, a NASA astrobiologist, an extremophile specialist, who worked on the Mars Voyager missions, seeking not Intelligence but mere life in Space. Whenever Lauretta writes of underfunded and underappreciated ventures, he triggers memories of Bob constantly flying to NASA HQ in D.C., essentially begging for money.
One point that fascinated me: Lauretta's explanation (p.36) of how Bob became an "astrobiologist," when before he was just a "microbiologist" who worked at NASA. In 1966, "evidence of primitive microbial life in a fragment of a Martian meteorite... produced something close to proof that life could exist outside of Earth... it launched the new field of astrobiology." Ironically, this meteorite, found in Antarctica, also forced reconsideration of the Viking missions–Mars might indeed have once had life. Bob's work vindicated!
Kudos to Lauretta, however, for his fair-minded and appreciative outlook on the ongoing war between scientists and engineers, a battle I suspect few outside the field know takes place. For example, a scientist sees the asteroid Phaeton as showing "comet-like activity," which means "part of compelling science." From the engineering perspective, however, "the concept of a rock comet took on a menacing aspect." (p.122). Nix Phaeton. My step-father retained the more stereotypical view of the scientist, ignoring engineering feats or pushing them off to the side, while "The Asteroid Hunter" accounts for both the scientist's frustration in dealing with engineers' objections and their essential role in creating a successful Mission.
Bob died just as the tertiary alliance between NASA, industry, and Academia expanded; he used to visit me during my grad school days at UC Berkeley when he visited their Space Sciences Lab. Since his lab was located at NASA Ames/Moffett Field, the large wind tunnel around the corner was frequently visited by aerospace engineers from Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, and other aircraft industry titans (as well the site of landings by Air Force One). But nothing like the equal investment and shares emphasized by PI Lauretta, who had to balance all three interests and keep all players satisfied. He also stays neck and neck with the extreme tension of competition, the race for space. In his later years, my step-father became a decision maker on which projects would fly on the Space Station and Space Shuttle or stay grounded, all of them worthy, yet not enough space.
Despite these internal challenges, no more warring days of Sputnik and the nationalism of the Space Race. Scientific interest erases country of origin and political interests, as evidenced by Lauretta's description of the unfortunate Japanese disaster Hayabusa, a spacecraft to the asteroid Ryugu (p.146), As he writes: "One of the best things about being part of a space mission is being a member of an international community" (p.147). The cosmos puts us into perspective: specks in the universe. Earth as our home.
If we search for life, we search for carbon, our base. When Bob died, we scattered his ashed near the Golden Gate Bridge. When I look out on the Pacific, I think, there he is, carbon atoms, Bob as fish food. The Octopus's Garden lives on.