A bulge in the floor now 100 feet high

In a fantastic interview published last year by the Wall Street Journal, novelist Cormac McCarthy—quipping off-hand that “anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing”—reflects on what might or might not have caused the world-ending catastrophe that frames his recent book The Road.

The Road, of course, takes place in a relentlessly grey world, populated only by a father and his son. The anemic duo walks slowly south toward an unidentified coast over mountains and plains, through valleys and dead forests; everything is burned, molten, or obliterated. The father is coughing blood. They meet cannibals and the insane, and they stray into abandoned houses less uninhabited than they seem.

[Image: Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming].

The only glimpse we’re given of what violently ends the known order of things is this brief scene; I have left McCarthy’s original spelling and punctuation intact:

The clocks stopped at 1:17. A long shear of light and then a series of low concussions. He got up and went to the window. What is it? she said. He didnt answer. He went into the bathroom and threw the lightswitch but the power was already gone. A dull rose glow in the windowglass. He dropped to one knee and raised the lever to stop the tub and the turned on both taps as far as they would go. She was standing in the doorway in her nightwear, clutching the jamb, cradling her belly in one hand. What is it? she said. What is happening?
I dont know.
Why are you taking a bath?
I’m not.

After this, the landscape outside—everywhere—is described as “scabbed” and “cauterized,” heavily covered in ash. McCarthy memorably writes: “They sat at the window and ate in their robes by candlelight a midnight supper and watched distant cities burn.”

Later in his interview with the Wall Street Journal, McCarthy jokes that he and his brother once “talked about if there was a small percentage of the human population left [after a disaster], what would they do? They’d probably divide up into little tribes,” he and his brother decided, “and when everything’s gone, the only thing left to eat is each other. We know that’s true historically.”

In any case, McCarthy’s end-times scenario sounds, to me, remarkably like nuclear war, but in his interview McCarthy entertains, even if only casually, that it could also have been the caldera beneath Yellowstone National Park finally exploding. McCarthy:

A lot of people ask me [what caused The Road‘s apocalypse]. I don’t have an opinion. At the Santa Fe Institute I’m with scientists of all disciplines, and some of them in geology said it looked like a meteor to them. But it could be anything—volcanic activity or it could be nuclear war. It is not really important. The whole thing now is, what do you do? The last time the caldera in Yellowstone blew, the entire North American continent was under about a foot of ash. People who’ve gone diving in Yellowstone Lake say that there is a bulge in the floor that is now about 100 feet high and the whole thing is just sort of pulsing. From different people you get different answers, but it could go in another three to four thousand years or it could go on Thursday. No one knows.

It was thus amazingly interesting to read that no less than 1,799 earthquakes have occurred beneath Yellowstone since January 17, 2010—a so-called earthquake swarm.

As of yesterday, however, the USGS reports that the current swarm has “slowed considerably.” Indeed, we read, while “the current number of earthquakes per day is well above average at Yellowstone… nevertheless, swarms are common… with 100s to 1000s of events, some of which can reach magnitudes greater than 4.0.” In other words, it is always and already a landscape prey to internal lurching deformations and displacements, as if fabricated in a fever dream by Lebbeus Woods, torqued and aterrestrially tuned to some strange counter-timescale.

Swarms like this are, structurally speaking, quite common; this is a landscape always on the move—though it doesn’t necessarily travel far: “The crust beneath Yellowstone is highly fractured already,” a scientist told the New York Times, “so we’re getting stress release in these earthquakes—a displacement of millimeters.”

Still, when “the park’s strange and volatile geology,” with its thrumming subterranean supervolcano that is “bigger, much bigger, than scientists had previously thought,” kicked back into trembling motion, McCarthy’s “bulge in the floor that is now about 100 feet high and… just sort of pulsing,” a topographical sign of the apocalypse, instantly came to mind.

6 thoughts on “A bulge in the floor now 100 feet high”

  1. Incredible, thank you for the link and the comments on the article.

    I was a little hesitant to read further as I very much enjoy McCarthy's work but didn't want some official unofficial "answer" to how the world ended in The Road, so I was relieved to see that McCarthy did not disappoint. The filling of the bathtub in the excerpted scene is so quintessentially McCarthy–what a pleasure to read.

    The concept of "earthquake swarms" boggles the mind–and the Grand Prismatic Spring is too deliriously colorful for words.

  2. I think it's absolutely splendid that McCarthy's in residence at the Santa Fe Institute. He seems to have carved out a marvelous role for himself there; I've seen him acknowledged in papers by Institute researchers. It speaks highly of his art that the extraordinary notions he's exposed to there get sublimated in such subtle and indirect ways; a lesser artist would make a muddle of the stuff.

  3. Wonderful post Geoff. The idea of diving in a lake and seeing the giant, pulsing mound and knowing what it is sounds absolutely fascinating and terrifying to me.

  4. I think McCarthy likes to remain ambiguous about the unelaborated-upon details of his work and as such is willing to entertain suggestions about how the cataclysm in The Road came to be. Many of these suggestions tend to imply some sort of environmental disaster, most notably the theatrical trailer for the film adaptation of The Road. However, from the terse account offered in the book, I can't imagine the catalyst being anything other than nuclear war.

    The most telling aspect of the description is the first sentence: “The clocks stopped at 1:17.” The only condition in which multiple clocks would experience simultaneous failure is a large EMP, an effect of atmospheric nuclear weapon detonation. Strictly speaking, it is possible for a large meteorite to generate a relatively small EMP by ionising the atmosphere around it as it descends but any EMP of significant size would have to be generated by a very large object that would certainly obliterate the area-of-effect of its own EMP.

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