His magazine stories have appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, Harper's and other publications and his books have been published in fourteen countries. It was four years old and replaced a previous house that had burned in a fire in November 1896. As Galveston and Corpus Christie brace themselves for Hurricane Harvey, this fantastic book is fresh on my mind. It's clear that Larson focuses on Isaac Cline so that he can examine the issues of hubris and human flaws: Isaac's own hubris in failing to predict the storm, and the hubris of the newly modern science of weather and climate prediction. The hurricane dashed the island's future as a major financial port, nature disproving the science of the day and leaving no doubt that Galveston was a dangerous place to make major investments in shipping and manufacturing operations -- investors fled as did many survivors unable to live with the memories of such devastation and loss of lives.
But this book is a definite recommend. C 1999 Erik Larson All rights reserved. Seventy to eighty such waves drifted from West Africa into the Atlantic every summer, some dangerous, most not. A white New Englander from the country-club scene, Tom passed up Harvard to fly fighters for his country. Finished last night with this interesting, scary and moving story.
The Bering Glacier began to shrink. Weather Bureau, to exert ever more centralized control over forecasting and the issuance of storm warnings. The campus was not severely damaged; however, the infrastructure of Galveston Island as a whole was. Entire buildings and homes were gone. Wind gusts of 200 miles an hour generating pressure of thirty tons slammed against the wall of the houses.
By wrapping the central narrative around a meteorologist, the author attempts to gather the diverse facts and events into a personal context. This outstanding author waltzes us It's been 15 years since I read this chilling account of the event that annihilated more than 6,000 American souls in one fell swoop, but it still haunts me. Nothing in nature could hobble the gleaming city of Galveston, then a magical place that seemed destined to become the New York of the Gulf. Floods in the Lower Mississippi Valley. Weather Bureau failed to grasp the true meaning of the strange deep-sea swells and peculiar winds that greeted the city that morning. Along the way the Larson provides details of man's efforts to predict and control the weather and the often-disastrous results when we got it wrong! It didn't sound like something that would interest me in the slightest. He did not know there was such a thing as the jet stream.
The human side of the story was fascinating. A heat wave gripped large parts of the United States. The reading added to rather than distracted from the story. Most such waves faded quickly. As the bureau's forecasters assured the nation that all was calm in the Caribbean, Cuba's own weathermen fretted about ominous signs in the sky. Children played in the rising water.
A meteorologist with a medical degree and a strong understanding of storms and the Law of Storms, Isaac had a high opinion of himself. A curious stillness gripped Antigua. Junger was faced with the problem of having to create a narrative where none existed, since there were no witnesses or survivors to the sinking of the Andrea Gail. Everywhere you looked, there was a reason to feel proud and patriotic. In my opinion, the ruse fails, to a degree, since the meteorologist in question was certainly not a major figure in the events; the star of the book would more rightfully belong to the storm itself, or perhaps more properly, to the naivete of the municipality of Galveston in failing to prepare for what should have been seen as an inevitable event. Their lives intersect during one of the greatest criminal chases of all time.
. Still, I can't help but to feel awed whenever I read a book about a 100-year-old storm that keeps me so on the edge of my seat. At the end of the book recording is an interview with the author. The telltale signs had been there. I like to listen to my books more then once, but I don't think I could endure this version again.
The book cried out for photos. I always find it frustrating when Larson describes the looks of people and buildings with such details and eloquence, yet no photos or drawings wind up in the book. A large amount of air high into the atmosphere begins to circle. Everyone reveled in the refreshing coolness. Most days the Gulf was as placid as a big lake, with surf that did not crash but rather wore itself away on the sand. You will get that too, but first you must build up to the storm and understand the politics dictating the actions of the Weather Bureau. Based on seven years of research with primary documents, some of them never tapped before, this is destined to become the Grant biography of our times.