Felipe Fernández-Armesto: Cities Do Not Last
THE SURPRISING THING about New Orleans is not that the city should have been engulfed, but that it took so long for it to happen. Cities do not last. Those built in precarious places collapse. The rest are doomed to decay or suffer humanly induced destruction. It is only our historical myopia, which prevents most of us from seeing much of the past at once, that makes us think our cities are solid or enduring.
We should know better. There are plenty of authors rushing to put us right. Jared Diamond’s recent Collapse was a harbinger of disaster books. Among new titles this year, Jay Feldman’s When the Mississippi Ran Backwards, on the New Madrid earthquakes of 1812, seems made for present circumstances. Philip Fradkin produced a lively account of the San Francisco disaster of 1906 and Simon Winchester has a work in the offing on the same theme. Kerry Emanuel’s Divine Wind is about to come out, promising to be definitive on hurricanes. It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.
The ruins of places once full of confidence surround us. History is a path we pick among them. Yet we contemplate them with romantic yearning or philosophical detachment, instead of being very afraid. Gibbon on the Capitol was moved by the mutability of empires, but fortified in his belief in progress. All the “lost cities” scattered through the jungles and deserts of the world provoked in their discoverers ruminations on the fate of their inhabitants, and laments for fallen cities are common in every significant literary tradition. We even indulge in the comfortable horror of imagining our own cities in ruins, when, for example, London Bridge is broken down and green grass grows over Ludgate Hill. But we are not really ready for that day. It will come, if the past is anything to go by. New Orleans is one with Nineveh and Tyre — and with most of the other cities people built.
Çatalhüyük in Anatolia is a strong candidate to be regarded as the world’s first and longest-lasting urban experiment. Eleven thousand years ago, it stood on an alluvial plain, filling a 32-acre honeycomb of mud-brick dwellings. It lasted — pretty much continuously, as far as we can tell — for a record-setting 4,000 years, partly because it was a modest project, which never got too big to feed off its hinterland. Eventually, however, a shift in the course of the river choked it and buried it in dust. Other city-sites with long records of occupation usually turn out to have pasts punctuated by catastrophe. Troy is now just a ruin, but the last city on the site rose over other ruins. At least a dozen Troys rose and fell before builders there finally gave up. ...
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We should know better. There are plenty of authors rushing to put us right. Jared Diamond’s recent Collapse was a harbinger of disaster books. Among new titles this year, Jay Feldman’s When the Mississippi Ran Backwards, on the New Madrid earthquakes of 1812, seems made for present circumstances. Philip Fradkin produced a lively account of the San Francisco disaster of 1906 and Simon Winchester has a work in the offing on the same theme. Kerry Emanuel’s Divine Wind is about to come out, promising to be definitive on hurricanes. It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.
The ruins of places once full of confidence surround us. History is a path we pick among them. Yet we contemplate them with romantic yearning or philosophical detachment, instead of being very afraid. Gibbon on the Capitol was moved by the mutability of empires, but fortified in his belief in progress. All the “lost cities” scattered through the jungles and deserts of the world provoked in their discoverers ruminations on the fate of their inhabitants, and laments for fallen cities are common in every significant literary tradition. We even indulge in the comfortable horror of imagining our own cities in ruins, when, for example, London Bridge is broken down and green grass grows over Ludgate Hill. But we are not really ready for that day. It will come, if the past is anything to go by. New Orleans is one with Nineveh and Tyre — and with most of the other cities people built.
Çatalhüyük in Anatolia is a strong candidate to be regarded as the world’s first and longest-lasting urban experiment. Eleven thousand years ago, it stood on an alluvial plain, filling a 32-acre honeycomb of mud-brick dwellings. It lasted — pretty much continuously, as far as we can tell — for a record-setting 4,000 years, partly because it was a modest project, which never got too big to feed off its hinterland. Eventually, however, a shift in the course of the river choked it and buried it in dust. Other city-sites with long records of occupation usually turn out to have pasts punctuated by catastrophe. Troy is now just a ruin, but the last city on the site rose over other ruins. At least a dozen Troys rose and fell before builders there finally gave up. ...