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