Isaac Cline is the Isaac in the title of this terrific book
about the Galveston hurricane of 1900.
His hubris makes him an anti-hero, but he is not half as bad as his
superiors in the Weather Bureau in Washington.
It’s one thing to underestimate the impact of a storm, but to blatantly
deny those who have first-hand information the ability to disseminate that
information is criminally corrupt. Isaac
is foolhardy in his confidence that a hurricane can never hit Galveston and
that his house can withstand any storm that nature might send its way. Granted, there were no satellites in 1900,
and meteorologists had scant information as to where a storm was at any given
time, especially if the storm was currently over water. Still, the assumptions they made were not
only deadly, but they seemed to have no basis in reality whatsoever. This book should serve as a warning to any
leader that downplays Mother Nature’s power.
This story is gripping, especially as the author introduces us to
various people in the town, as well as those who found themselves in transit
via railway to Galveston as the storm hit.
Larson tells us of human losses in a very human way and leaves us with
images that we are not likely to forget, such as a group of children strung
together to an adult with clothesline, only to drown when the line gets caught
in the myriad debris. This book has
lessons galore but also stories of survival under devastating and dangerous
circumstances. It also has a few surprises. Who knew that some people died from
snakebites?
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