The book focusses on four groups: the
wives, the scientists, the military, and the indigenous people.
The wives, at the center of the
action, were diverse, but mostly European, educated, and forceful. Though the
military nominally controlled everything, and their husbands were occupied by
research and development, they found ways to get what they wanted, including
jobs, recreation, education for their children, domestic help, and fresh vegetables.
Much of their activities included observing the others.
The scientists come across like
stereotypical scientists.
“Many of them cared a lot about
utility and nothing for appearances. If it were their choice our bookshelves,
dining room chairs, and coffee tables would all be made of industrial materials
like steel. Thankfully for us, these materials were difficult to come by during
the war.”
For a while, they were proud of what
their husbands had accomplished (atomic bombs). When they watched the news,
they told their children “That’s
what your father made” while
thinking, “Our husbands who
could not repair a clogged shower drain.” “Our husbands who could not swim or
drive a car.”
The military was stuck at Los Alamos.
Most wish they were where the action was in Europe or the Pacific. The wives
had little to do with most of the military, except for some harmless flirting
and petty conflicts with the WACs who ran the commissary, housing office, and almost
everything else. There was one exception.
“We had a fondness for the engineering
division.” “They were men with undergraduate degrees.” “Surely, they annoyed
the MPs and sergeants with…their thick glasses, their gangly bodies with
paunchy stomachs. And when they marched on weekends with the rest of the
military, they were placed in the back of the caboose, and each of their steps
was miraculously out of sync with the others.”
Indigenous women provided domestic
help. The wives made friends with these women. “We
tutored their sons in English after school and they taught us how to make more
northern New Mexico dishes—tortillas, posole, and corn cooked in the Indian
way. They learned to make our peanut butter sandwiches, but we never learned
the delicious secret of their…fried bread.”
An evocative story of life at Los
Alamos during World War II. Not an introduction to the development of the
atomic bomb, but a beautiful supplement.
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