Outside magazine, March 1995
The Ice Storm
The picturesque has become terror, whole forests collapsing at once. Lessness rules.
By Barry Hannah
Forty-knot winds. Fifty-foot seas. And a ship that suddenly seems like a shanty.
By Robert Stone
Streets submerged, people in boats, pigs on roofs--that's some rain dance.
By William S. Burroughs
The anvil is on the horizon, waiting to make its mark. When it does, you'll know it.
By Jane Smiley