The Atlantic has some really unbelievable images from Sandy. My thoughts are w/ all those affected.
I just received in the mail today the first volume of the two-part special issue Studies of the Novel is devoting to the novels of David Foster Wallace, edited by Marshall Boswell, in which my essay, “‘Then Out of the Rubble': The Apocalypse in David Foster Wallace’s Early Fiction,” appears. Check it out (esp. if you have Project Muse access). There are some excellent other essays from Allard den Dulk, David Letzler, Adam Kelly, and Philip Sayers as well.
The second day of the storm passed as a kind of suspended moment, everything continuing as it had the day before, everyone in the area living through it, enduring, waiting for conditions to change. The rain was not as torrential, but so much of it had fallen in the previous twenty-four hours that it was still sheeting off the land into the flooded areas and keeping them flooded. The clouds continued to crash together overhead, and the tides were still higher than normal, so that the whole Piedmont region surrounding Chesapeake Bay was inundated. Except for immediate acts of a lifesaving nature, nothing could be done except endure. All transport was drowned. The phones remained down, and power losses left hundreds of thousands without electricity. Escapes from drowning took precedence even over journalism (almost), and even though reporters from all over the world were converging on the capital to report on this most spectacular story–the capital of the hyperpower, drowned and smashed–most of them could only get as close as the edge of the storm, or the flood; inside that it was an ongoing state of emergency, and everyone involved with rescues, relocations, and escapes of various kinds. The National Guard was out, all helicopters were enlisted into the effort; the video and digital imagery generated for the world to see was still incidental to other things; that in itself meant ordinary law had been suspended, and there was pressure to bring things back to all-spectacle all-the-time. Part of the National Guard found itself posted on the roads outside the region, to keep people from flooding the area as the water had. (Kim Stanley Robinson, Forty Signs of Rain [New York: Bantam Books, 2004], 345-6.)
As The Washington Post is reporting, analyses suggest this storm may be unlike anything the region has ever experienced,” and “a very prominent and respected National Weather Service meteorologist wrote on Facebook last night, ‘I’ve never seen anything like this and I’m at a loss for expletives to describe what this storm could do.'”
Unsurprisingly, last night’s final Presidential Debate on foreign policy seemed to show Romney concerned w/ only one thing: not letting Iran produce a nuclear weapon (and how many nuclear weapons Pakistan already has). This makes how nuclear policy was discussed in 1984 and 1988 all the more striking in contrast. Heck, thought I’d post the whole weird thing below. (Also, I think Mark Shields’s observation that neither candidate mentioned, Idk, Europe, or India, or Africa, or really anywhere else . . . must give one pause.)