Forty-five years ago, this week, 123 million of us watched Neil and Buzz step onto the moon. In 1969, we numbered about 200 million, so more than half of America was in the audience that day. Neil Armstrong instantly became a household name, an icon, a hero. And then — and this, I bet, you didn’t know — just as quickly, he faded away.
“Whatever Happened to Neil Whosis?” asked the Chicago Tribune in 1974.
This is a missing chapter in the space exploration story. We like to think that after Apollo 11, the first duo on the moon became legendary. We know the names Aldrin and Armstrong now (or, at least many of us do), and we imagine they’ve been honored and admired all this time, the way we honor our favorite presidents, athletes, and war heroes. But that’s not what happened.
“One year ago his name was a household word,” said the Philadelphia Sunday Bulletin. But when the Bulletin asked its readers in 1970 to name the first man on the moon, the guy who said, “One giant step for man … ,” 70 percent of Philadelphians didn’t know.
As Tribbe points out, the New York Times did a similar study around that time, asking the same question in an informal telephone poll, and in St. Louis, only 1 in 15 respondents got it right.
In Portland, Maine, it was 1 out of 12.
In Milwaukee, 5 out of 12.
In New York City, 8 out of 22.
The World Almanac (a one volume, pre-Internet compendium of everything you needed to know) had Armstrong’s name in the index in 1970, but in 1971, Tribbe says, they took it out. You could still read about the moon landing; Armstrong was still mentioned in the text, but while early ’60s hero-astronauts John Glenn and Alan Shepard stayed in the index, Armstrong didn’t. Readers, apparently, weren’t looking him up.
Armstrong, of course, noticed. “I had hoped, I think, that the impact would be more far-reaching than it has been,” he told The Chicago Tribune. “The impact immediately was very great, but I was a little disappointed that it didn’t seem to last longer.”
Same for Buzz Aldrin: “I’m certainly a little disappointed,” he told the Philadelphia Sunday Bulletin in 1970. After a world tour, a White House dinner, countless ticker-tape parades, Aldrin had left the space program, divorced, skipped from job to job. By the late ’70s, he wrote in his 2010 autobiography, Magnificent Desolation: The Long Journey Home from the Moon, Aldrin was working at a Cadillac dealership in Beverly Hills — where he failed to sell even one car in six months.
What happened? The space program, so glamorous, so exciting for a short while, failed to keep the public interested once the moon was conquered. As Tom Wolf writes in his book The Right Stuff, by 1970, “Things were grim. … The public had become gloriously bored by space exploration.”
Astronauts as a group seemed a little lonesome, directionless. Harry Nilsson, the songwriter, wrote a tune in 1972 that went, “I wanted to be a spaceman/ that’s what I wanted to be/ But now that I am a spaceman/ nobody cares about me.”
In his book, Matthew Tribbe explores some reasons for this falling off. He says the orderly, top-down, get-it-done, military/engineering style that created NASA (and was largely responsible for its success), bumped into a more skeptical, more mystical youth counterculture. Feats of engineering and technology didn’t mesh with the campus kids’ enthusiasm for rebellion, self-expression, and a more open-minded approach to race, gender and drugs. NASA’s engineers seemed like a tribe apart. They were widely admired — yet, over time, became defensive.
Tribbe also says the space race was basically a Cold War exercise, a USSR vs. America dash to the moon, and once the U.S. got there first, then second, then third, then fourth, the race was over. People asked, “Why continue?” And NASA didn’t have a very good answer for that one.
Fantastic, Beautiful, Fantastic, Beautiful
But most intriguingly, Tribbe devotes a whole chapter of his book to, of all things, rhetoric. People, he thinks, were eager to hear what it was like to escape the Earth’s atmosphere, to travel weightlessly, to touch down on an alien planet, to be the first explorers to leave “home,” and too often (much too often), the astronauts talked about these things using the same words — “beautiful,” “fantastic” — over and over. If space exploration was to be a grand adventure, it needed explorers who could take us there, tell us how it felt, explorers who could connect with those of us who can’t (but want to) come along. Inarticulateness, Tribbe thinks, hurt the space program.
And yet, though Armstrong never got more eloquent, when he died last year his passing was widely mourned; his name, his image, his talents celebrated. He was a hero again. What changed? I think (and I’ll talk about it in my next post) a lot of the change had to do with language. Stay tuned.