Editor's note: we have been made aware that the draft form of the book that was reviewed contains some significant errors. We are looking into the details of the errors further. We are leaving the piece up in the mean time, as it provides some context for the discussion of this review in our comments.
At noon on May 3, the fire chief in the oil town of Fort McMurray was on TV telling everyone that the situation was in hand and they should stay at work and school and go to little league or whatever as usual. He had been watching the fire for a couple of days, but business as usual was what they did in Alberta in the spring; it was wildfire season, after all. At 2:05 evacuation orders started to come through. By 10 that night, much of the city that was not yet incinerated was burning.
The combination of extreme, record-breakingly high temperatures (91° F) with extreme, record-breakingly low humidity (15 percent), wind, and tons of dry fuel made for perfect fire weather. While this explosive combination used to be unattainable, it is occurring with growing frequency around the globe, including in areas that never experienced wildfires before.
After destroying the city and the mines that fueled everything about it, the Fort McMurray Fire went on to burn for 15 months, until August 2, 2017. Fire Weather tells its story, and tries to place it in the context of our warming world.
Part One: Origin Stories
The book’s biography and analysis of the fire starts with a background on bitumen (pronounced BITCH-amin), which is sand mixed with tar. It doesn’t burn. It was traditionally used as an adhesive, for instance in the Tower of Babel (Genesis 11:3). But Fort McMurray was built to mine it and convert it to power. Vaillant writes that doing so requires so much work that the only way it can be rendered remotely profitable as a source of energy is with the conspiracy of heavy government subsidies and an almost complete lack of regulation, oversight, or penalties for emissions. Alberta was thrilled to provide all of these.
Vaillant then goes on to describe how the petroleum industry is only the latest in a list of colonial, capitalist, extractive ventures that have ravaged Western Canada. In the 18th century, the Hudson’s Bay Company ensured that beavers were hunted into virtual extinction because European men liked their pelts for tophats (they were shiny and water repellant). In the 19th century, sea otters were hunted into virtual extinction because Chinese men traded their waterproof furs for tea, spices, silks, and porcelain that they could then turn around and sell in Europe and the US. Bitumen mining near Fort McMurray began in 1967, and while it took some time to start turning a profit, by the early 2000s oil companies from all over the world had a presence there, and it was a regular boom town.
Lastly, he gives background on fire itself as an entity and humanity’s long and interdependent relationship with it. We mine and value oil and gas—in Fort McMurray and elsewhere—only because they burn. They are stored, delayed fire. He describes fire as almost sentient, and singular of focus, with an insatiable need only to consume fuel and grow.
Somewhat ironic, then, that fire is spawned and strengthened by humanity’s constant burning of fossil fuels in our own insatiable need to consume fuel and grow. It is almost as if some vengeful deity were saying, “Oh, you guys like burning stuff? Ok, we can burn stuff.”
Part Two: Fire Weather
Vaillant could not find enough superlatives to describe the power, fury, strength, pure Hellishness of this fire. It was the biggest, smokiest, widest, tallest, blackest. Ever. Also, by far, in 2016, the hottest. This type of fire, only seen on Earth in the 21st century, makes its own weather; it generates hail and lightning and tornadoes, and its smoke reaches the stratosphere, 8 miles above the Earth's surface, measurably altering its composition. It mimics volcanoes.
But the hellscape he describes is not separate from the natural world; that would be far too facile a dichotomy. It is more like a dam. It is part of this world because we are, and we made it.
Part of the reason this particular fire was so vicious is because like most modern houses, those in Fort McMurray were built almost entirely out of petroleum-based products—i.e. fuel. Vinyl siding, polyurethane furniture, polyester clothing, plastic toys. Homes costing half-a-million dollars and up were incinerated in three minutes flat, with nothing remaining but the nuts and bolts holding them together.
The trees surrounding them exploded, sending embers aloft to start more fires miles away. Their backyards had grills outside, attached to propane tanks. Their garages had ATVs and pickup trucks and snowmobiles and boats, each with their own fuel tanks, and many contained ammo for hunting. All of which also exploded, as 90,000 residents fled via the single highway out of town. Being primarily white, Christian, and from the global North, they do not meet our usual mental picture of climate refugees. But Vaillant accurately notes that that is exactly what they were. Amazingly—truly amazingly—not a single person died or was even seriously injured (physically, that is).
Fort McMurray was lost not due to a lack of leadership, or a lack of coordination, or expertise, or experience, or data, or fortitude. Vaillant stresses that it was lost due to a lack of imagination. Risk analyst Nassim Taleb deemed this the Lucretius problem, after the Roman poet and philosopher who described it in the first century BCE:
Yes, and so any river is huge if it be the greatest man has seen
who has seen no greater before,….
And each imagines as huge all things of every kind
which are greatest of those he has seen…
Fort McMurray’s firefighters had never seen such a fire in all of their years—could not conceive of such a monstrous fire—and therefore they didn’t believe it could happen, despite watching the weather that enabled it continuing for two days. They controlled fire in Fort McMurray; that’s all the town did. That’s what it was built for. The people there just couldn’t wrap their heads around a fire that was out of their control.
The firefighters in Slave Lake, four hours to the southwest, had seen such a fire and tried to warn their colleagues in Fort McMurray. And it wasn’t that the Fort McMurray fire department didn’t listen to those warnings. It’s that they couldn’t hear them.
Vaillant tosses around more than a few Biblical quotes—befitting the apocalyptic circumstances, especially since Fort McMurray was a pretty heavily evangelical town—and uses some flowery language (breathing is “a biochemical analog to hope;” the fire was “broadcasting embers like incendiary confetti”). He also references Mordor and the Balrog quite a bit, and Tim Horton’s with a fair degree of frequency. (We get it: you’re in Canada.) It all veers toward disaster porn, but given the subject matter, it would be hard for it not to.
Part Three: Reckoning
Vaillant ends the book with a brief history of climate science, dating back to 1896, when Arrhenius was among the first to recognize that our burning of fossil fuels was changing the climate. By the 1950’s, there were already accurate predictions of the fires, droughts, and sea-level rise this would cause, yielding the oil industry’s campaigns to dilute or subvert that data and message. He then gives a quick review of 21st century fires around the globe, which includes the first wildfire in Greenland. Greenland. A treeless, frozen tundra.
Now we’re in a feedback loop. The burning of fossil fuels emits carbon dioxide, which makes the world hotter, which exacerbates fires, which emit more carbon dioxide, which makes the world hotter still, which exacerbates fires. Alberta is again in flames this spring, and their government DOES NOT want to hear that burning oil may have possibly contributed (even though it did).
It is primarily still the American West that burns at this point, but people in the East suffer respiratory ailments from the ash and other particulate matter polluting the air. Which is fair; Eastern population centers only function by burning the fossil fuels yanked out of the ground at Fort McMurray and places like it, just like the fictional city of Omelas only functions if that single child suffers. The same rising temperatures that are dramatically increasing the frequency and intensity of these destructive fires are also dramatically increasing the intensity of destructive hurricanes and the incidence and range of pathogens that infect us and our crops.
And yet, the same lack of imagination that plagued Fort McMurray’s firefighters in 2016 allows all of us to remain willfully blind to the dire ramifications of burning all of the petroleum products we are all always burning. Our whole planet is Fort McMurray on the morning of May 3, 2016: blithely going about our business while watching the fire that will destroy our homes growing on the horizon. It is easy enough to see, and the danger is clear to anyone who cares to notice it and recognize the threat.
The book’s subtitle is “A True Story from a Hotter World.” Vaillant notes that when seeing newsreels of disasters, it is tempting and all too easy to dismiss them because they are happening somewhere else. But he encourages us to read about the Fort McMurray Fire not as a missive from another place, but from another time. Our future.
