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9 ways of looking at earthquakes through literature

Japan_earthquakedmgEarthquakes are the expression of a living planet, the earth's way of re-inventingitself. But while this knowledge may be consoling in the abstract, it's not very useful in the face of a catastrophe such as last week's quake and tsunami in Japan. At these times, we need real consolation: food and water, emergency services and rescue ... and, David L. Ulin suggests, literature. Ulin is the author of "The Myth of Solid Ground: Earthquakes, Prediction and the Fault Line Between Reason and Faith."

For as long as we have experienced seismicity, we have written about it, going back to the Book of Acts. Below are nine works (one for each of this most recent earthquake's points of magnitude) that channel both our terror and our awe.

1) "The Earthquake in Chile" by Heinrich von Kleist.Originally published in 1807, Kleist's novella takes place duringthe 1647 Santiago earthquake and ends tragically, with a young couple killed after having been blamed, in a sermon, for the disaster. But Kleist has a bigger purpose, which is to highlight the idea that meaning is a matter of interpretation, that what we know is what we see. "[O]nly when he turned and saw the city leveled to the ground behind him," he writes, "did he remember the terrifying moments he had just experienced. He bowed his forehead to the very ground as he thanked God for his miraculous escape; and as if this one appalling memory, stamping itself on his mind, had erased all others, he wept with rapture to find that the blessing of life, in all its wealth and variety, was still his to enjoy."

2) "The Flutter of an Eyelid" by Myron Brinig.Published in 1933, Brinig's novel is the great modernist fantasy of Los Angeles (every city needs one), although it is essentially unread today. The book ends with a massive earthquake, in which the entire state of California breaks off from North America and crumbles into the Pacific, "Los Angeles toboggan[ing] with almost one continuous movement into the water, the shore cities going first, followed by the inland communities; the business streets, the buildings, the motion picture studios in Hollywood where actors became stark and pallid under their mustard-colored makeup."

3) "The Folklore of Earthquakes" by Carey McWilliams.Written in response to the 1933 Long Beach earthquake, McWilliams'essay is a clear-eyed guide to both what we might call earthquake myths and the powerful terror the shaking provokes. "On the basis of their reaction to the word earthquake,” he writes, "Californians can be divided into three classes: first, the innocent late arrivals who have never felt an earthquake but who go about avowing to all and sundry that 'it must be fun'; next, those who have experienced a slight quake and should know better, but who none the less persist in propagating the fable that the San Francisco quake of 1906 was the only major upheaval the State has ever suffered; and, lastly, the victims of a real earthquake -- for example, the residents of San Francisco, Santa Barbara, or, more recently, Long Beach. To these last, the word is full of terror. They are supersensitive to the slightest rattles and jars, and move uneasily whenever a heavy truck passes along the highway."

4) "Ask the Dust"by John Fante.In this 1939 novel, generally regarded as a cornerstone of the Southern California literary canon, Fante describes the struggles of a young man named Arturo Bandini, based directly on himself. In one particularly memorable set piece, Bandini survives the Long Beach earthquake, which he interprets as divine retribution for his sins. "You did it, Arturo," he reflects. "This is the wrath of God. You did it.... Repent, repent before it’s too late. I said a prayer but it was dust in my mouth. No prayers. But there would be some changes made in my life. There would be decency and gentleness from now on. This was the turning point."

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Chilean earthquakes through a writer's eyes -- not Bolaño but Kleist

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This week, in a post about the 8.8 earthquake that struck Chile over the weekend, GalleyCat quoted the late Chilean novelist Roberto Bolaño on the unbearable lightness of seismicity.

"Sometimes," Bolaño observed, "the earth shakes. ... The epicenter of the quake is somewhere in the north or the south, but I can still hear the shaking. Sometimes I feel dizzy. Sometimes the quake goes on for longer than usual and people take shelter under doorways or under stairs or they rush out into the streets. Is there a solution?"

That's a nice enough riff, but when I think of writers on Chilean earthquakes, it's less Bolaño who comes to mind than the German author Heinrich von Kleist, whose story "The Earthquake in Chile," published in 1807, takes place in the immediate aftermath of another 8.8 quake, which hit Santiago in 1647. Kleist is widely regarded as a romantic, but really, he's too cynical about human nature, too aware of the influence of coincidence and the capricious rectitude that passes as morality.

In "The Earthquake in Chile," a couple condemned for their forbidden love are reunited when the massive quake frees them; they move through the shattered landscape of Santiago with their infant son, only to be brutally killed by an angry mob after a sermon at the city's only standing church blames them for the cataclysm. It's a bleak vision, but not altogether alien even now; just look at comments by Pat Robertson and the Rev. Bill Shuler in the wake of January's Haiti earthquake that somehow God's wrath had been the cause.

But more to the point is the acuity of Kleist's writing, his evocation of the uncertainty and terror of a massive earthquake, which mirrors, in its own way, the uncertainty and terror of being alive. He writes:

He was scarcely outside when a second tremor completely demolished the already subsiding street. Panic-stricken, with no idea of how to save himself from this general doom, he ran on over wreckage and fallen timber towards one of the nearest city gates, while death assailed him from all directions. Here another house caved in, scattering its debris far and wide and driving him into a side street; here flames, flashing through clouds of smoke, were licking out of every gable and chased him in terror into another; here the Mapocho river, overflowing its banks, rolled roaring towards him and forced him into a third. Here lay a heap of corpses, there a voice still moaned under the rubble, here people were screaming on burning house-tops, there men and animals were struggling in the floodwater, here a brave rescuer tried to help and there stood another man, pale as death, speechlessly extending his trembling hands to heaven. When Jerónimo had reached the gate and climbed a hill beyond it, he fell down at the top in a dead faint.

-- David L. Ulin

Photo: Santiago, Chile, on Feb. 27. Credit: Carlos Espinoza / Associated Press

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