The Wrong Stuff Review: Brilliance, Secrecy, and the Soviet Space Race
I have always been fascinated by the space race of the 1960s: its sheer audacity, the extraordinary concentration of money and talent, and the fact that humans reached the Moon only to leave again after a few brief years. Most of the version I grew up with was American. Mercury, Gemini and Apollo formed a clear ascending sequence, culminating in Neil Armstrong’s first step onto the lunar surface. John Strausbaugh’s The Wrong Stuff reverses that perspective. It tells the story largely from the Soviet side and concentrates not only on the triumphs, but on the secrecy, institutional rivalry, improvised engineering and political pressure behind them. That makes the book vivid and frequently astonishing. It also creates its principal weakness. Strausbaugh is so good at exposing the chaos beneath the propaganda that the chaos can begin to look like the whole explanation. The Soviet achievements were polished for public consumption, but they were not imaginary. Propaganda could exaggerat...