Mount St. Helens erupted on May 18, 1980. I was six, a student at Briarglen Elementary in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Despite its significance, I don’t remember much hullabaloo about it at the time; certainly nothing like my memories of the Space Shuttle Columbia launch just 11 months later. The eruption was preceded by two months of earthquakes, and despite heavy monitoring by multiple agencies, the actual blast caught everyone by surprise — as did its force and the ensuing damage.
Richard Waitt, a geologist was the U.S. Geological Survey, was one of the first to arrive on the scene, taking samples, collecting data. Bridging history, science, and journalism, “In the Path of Destruction” is the result of painstaking research and dogged investigative work. In all regards, Waitt’s process is thoroughly methodical, taking absolute precaution to ensure utmost accuracy at every turn. He’s not merely interested in giving us a compelling narrative, an engrossing story. No, Waitt wants to make sure what’s told can withstand not just cross-examination, but unflinching scientific scrutiny. To illustrate this point, dozens of people involved with the event — scientists, journalists, victims, reporters, first responders, etc. — were interviewed and re-interviewed over a period of decades, their own stories cross-referenced against themselves, against all others, and against irrefutable date- and time-stamped data.
The book itself is what you might imagine. At times it’s absolutely compelling, more moving and more realistic than any movie could ever be. The rest of the time it’s clearly written by a scientist who, despite billing the book as “eyewitness accounts” which is technically accurate, has a different agenda. This isn’t a narrative, it’s a reference book, and one that, for better or worse, provides a 360-degree view of every facet of the event. Though the casual reader will appreciate many things about it, including, at times, that 360-degreeness, it’s not really meant for them. It’s meant for other scientists and researchers to use either in their work specifically about this volcano, or, more likely, in preparing for future ones.
I could have done without Waitt’s truncated style mangling much of the book and many of the testimonies (e.g. “In morning I drove to …” instead of “In the morning I drove to …”). I also could have done without the tedium of having four or five (or more) accounts of the same incident, especially when, as was particularly the case with first responders, they differed very little. Still, I’m glad I read it. The eruption of Mount St. Helens was one of the most significant events of my childhood (perhaps the most), and I really knew very little about it. Not only do I now know plenty, but the most compelling stories put me right in the middle of the event, drawing me inside the terror, violence, chaos, fear, and destruction as nothing else could.