We gave it a B
It is February 1910 in Gary Krist’s The White Cascade. Caught in a huge blizzard, two trains teetered on a Washington mountainside for days, their nervous passengers barraged by the sound of avalanches. Then something — perhaps a fluke lightning strike — loosed tons of snow down the slopes. ”I saw the first rush of snow reach the track and swallow the trains,” recalled one eyewitness. ”And then there was neither tracks nor trains….” Krist ably re-creates the gripping tale from multiple sources. Yet its power is diluted, since both the book’s prologue and subtitle (”The Great Northern Railway Disaster and America’s Deadliest Avalanche”) give away the ending.