Nothing like a good apocalyptic disaster to wipe the slate clean, and to start anew. That’s the premise of the novel Deluge: A Romance, published privately in 1927 by the author, and then taken up commercially to great success in 1928. The story unfolds in England, which is destroyed, along with the rest of the civilized world, by a mysterious geologic cataclysm that shifts the Earth’s crust. Many consider the book to be the grandad of all apocalyptic novels and stories, although it certainly is not the first. (Consider The Last Man by Mary Shelly, for example.) But while Shelly’s story erases humanity with a plague, Deluge simply destroys his works (and a lot of the population with them), but leaves the survivors to rebuild from scratch. It provides S. Fowler Wright with a stage on which he can have people act out his ideas and criticisms of economics, class structures, and sexual mores, building a new society that is more noble and natural than the old.
The hero of the tale is a lawyer, who loses his wife and child in the great flood. He forms a relationship with a woman survivor, a rarity, who is a champion swimmer, and whom he rescues from some men who have reverted to savagery. Oddly, a week or two after the civilized world has been obliterated, all the men seem to think about is accumulating women. Later he finds out that his wife and child have survived the flood, and his new companion and his wife decide that in this brave new world there is no reason why they should not both have him as a husband. This conclusion was too much even for pre-code Hollywood, so in the 1933 American movie adaptation, the swimmer defers to the traditional wife, and sets a course towards a new shore, leaving her rescuer behind.
The novel was quickly republished in America, where the Art Deco abstract cover design was replaced with something lurid, calculated to appeal to the savages still among us, even if only in our repressed consciousness.
The movie was also very successful, and contains some exciting special effects showing New York City being swept away, as the story was transposed to the USA.
There is an amusing sequence near the end of the film (available on Youtube) where a group of survivors is discussing how to order their new lives. The hero, being an educated man and a lawyer, understands that the economy must be set going again, so he creates fiat money. He gives each person a certain amount and then sets up an auction (a free market!) to parcel out some of the more valuable detritus they have collected. From there, it’s a short step to full-fledged capitalism, surely.
The same sequence contains an example of the casual racism that is common in films of the day, as a Black man ogles a reproduction of a Greek carving of a nude woman resembling the Venus de Milo. “But her arms is broken!,” he protests as the lawyer demands a higher bid for her. Everyone laughs. As if they get the joke. In the end, the another guy wins the statue, and all the other men eye him enviously and he cradles her in his arms for the trip home saying as a farewell, “I know what I’m doing this winter. And no imagination!”.
The character of the woman swimmer was played by Peggy Shannon, who had her own personal apocalypse. Seven years after this film, she died of a heart attack brought on by her extreme alcoholism. Her husband shot himself a few weeks later while sitting in the chair where she had been found slumped over a table, an empty glass in her hand. No starting over for them.