Commonly argued among readers is whether fiction or nonfiction brings the most value to understanding any particular issue. These arguments sometimes end with one interlocutor saying, “I only read nonfiction,” and the other saying, “I only read fiction.” Choosing either one alone, however, can deprive readers of valuable knowledge and perspectives that only both together can provide. Such is the case when reading Laura Spinny’s history, Pale Rider: The Spanish Flu of 1918 and How it Changed the World, and Kathryn Anne Porter’s “short novel”—as she insisted it be called—Pale Horse, Pale Rider. Spinny researches the effects the pandemic had on exposed populations and Porter conjures the effects it had on infected individuals.

The titles for both Spiney’s book and Porter’s story draw from the the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the Book of Revelation (6:8) in the New Testament, and one of the horsemen in particular.

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse! And its rider’s name was Death, and Hades followed him. And they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by wild beasts of the earth.

Both books speak of death, not as the natural course of human life, but resulting from an apocalypse of a biblical scale, of a vengeful god, and of a plague in form. Spinney applies the apocalypse metaphor to peoples and Porter to persons.  

Spinny’s account focuses on how the 1918 flu pandemic altered history.

The flu resculpted human populations more radically than anything since the Black Death. It influenced the course of the First World War and, arguably, contributed to the Second. It pushed India closer to independence, South Africa to Apartheid, and Switzerland to the brink of civil war. (p. 8)

She also describes how national public health and global health organizations reorganized and generated momentum towards today’s more sophisticated agencies. She suggests further that the flu pandemic affected literature and art as well, and speculates about why it’s not remembered in any way like the two world wars of the same century. The bulk of the book, though, describes what happened to populations, and how this pandemic could be considered an apocalypse.

The number of dead could have been as high as 100 million—a number so big and so round that it seems to glide past any notion of human suffering without even snagging on it. It’s not possible to imagine the mystery contained within that train of zeroes. All we can do is compare it to other trains of zeroes—notably, the death tolls of the First and Second World Wars—and by reducing the problem to one of maths, conclude that it might have been the greatest demographic disaster of the twentieth century, possibly of any century.(p. 171)

This is where Porter’s literary contribution to capturing “any notion of human suffering” comes in—the personal apocalypse. Based to a degree on her own experience surviving a case of the 1918 flu, her short novel follows Miranda, a reporter for a local newspaper in Denver, Colorado, during a time when she is early in a courtship with Adam, a soldier on leave from camp but who is soon to be shipped overseas to the battlegrounds of WWI. Together they start to see the flu engulf the area.

“I wonder,” said Miranda. “How did you manage to get an extension of leave?”
“They just gave it,” said Adam, for no reason. The men are dying like flies out   there, anyway. This funny new disease. Simply knocks you into a cocked hat.”
“It seems to be a plague,” said Miranda, “something out of the Middle Ages. Did you ever see so many funerals, ever?” (p. 281)

Then, the flu engulfs Miranda, and Porter helps us imagine what a personal apocalypse could be like when an individual succumbs to it. She imagines the Pale Rider pulling her away from her physical moorings on Earth.

I must give up, I can’t hold out any longer. There was only that pain, only that room, and only Adam. There were no longer any multiple planes of living, no tough filaments of memory and hope pulling taut backwards and forwards holding her upright between them. There was only this one moment and it was a dream of time, and Adam’s face, very near hers, eyes still and intent, was a shadow, and there was to be nothing more… (p. 304)

Eventually the Pale Rider tries to pull her away from even any vestige of her corporeal being itself, and were it for a mere particle of life force would have done just that.

Silenced she sank easily through deeps under deeps of darkness until she lay like a stone at the farthest bottom of life, knowing herself to be blind, deaf, speechless, no longer aware of the members of her own body, entirely withdrawn from all human concerns, yet alive with a peculiar lucidity and coherence; all notions of the mind, the reasonable inquiries of doubt, all ties of blood and the desires of the heart, dissolved and fell away from her, and there remained of her only a minute fiercely burning particle of being that knew itself alone, that relied upon nothing beyond itself for its strength; not susceptible to any appeal or inducement, being itself composed entirely of one single motive, the stubborn will to live. This fiery motionless particle set itself unaided to resist destruction, to survive and to be in its own madness of being, motiveless and planes beyond the one essential end. Trust me, the hard unwinking angry point of light said. Trust me. I stay. (p. 311)

Many published histories of the 1918 flu pandemic concentrate on the devastation visited upon nations and populations. Most stop at the individual, because historians rely on tangible and verifiable facts, but literary fiction writers can turn personal narratives into stories that render pictures of what individuals could experience with particular illnesses. These two books referencing Pale Horse, Pale Rider in their titles—one a nonfiction history and the other a literary fiction—work well in combination to capture the experiences and consequences of this flu on both populations and individuals. Further, these two books show why fiction and nonfiction accounts of particular subjects should not be considered a choice, but rather as opportunities to get fuller accounts of diseases on populations and individuals.

Revelation 6:8, English Standard Version (ESV). © 2001 by Crossway; text edition: 2025.
‘Pale Horse, Pale Rider’ In The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter, Harvest, 1979.
Spinney L. Pale Rider: The Spanish Flu of 1918 and How it Changed the World. New York; Public Affairs, 2017)
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Although his story opens with the establishment of the Johns Hopkins Hospital in 1876, Barry immediately takes a detour into the history of medicine dating back to Hippocrates, and traces the history of medical/scientific thought from Ancient Greece to the end of the 19^th century. He then introduces a series of physicians, scientists, and medical researchers who will play their parts in the story of the pandemic (this first section is called “The Warriors”) and outlines their training, research, and interactions.  

It isn’t until page 91 that he takes us to the rural Kansas county in which the story of the pandemic begins. For although it was called the “Spanish Flu,” that was actually an eponym of convenience; in fact, the first cases of pandemic flu seem to have arisen on the American prairie. However, newspaper reporting on the new pandemic was felt by the Allies and Central Powers alike to be contrary to the public interest (the war was still raging), so it was left to neutral Spain, whose king had come down with the disease, to publish the early reports. In this section, “The Swarm”, Barry also briefly reviews the basic (not to worry, very basic) microbiology of viruses and the history of some prior pandemics. He follows this with the section called “The Tinderbox,” in which he traces the events leading up to the entry of the United States into World War I, and the importance of that war and the political and social conditions surrounding it in the history of the pandemic. From here on in the influenza itself takes center stage; in sections called “It Begins,” “Explosion,” “Pestilence,” “The Race,” and “The Tolling of the Bell,” the rapid and lethal course of the pandemic is described in gripping (no pun intended) detail. The last two sections discuss the scientific advances (and some false starts) brought about by the cadre of researchers working day and night to tame the outbreak, and then Barry finally turns to the retreat of the virus and ultimate end of the pandemic. The book ends as it began, returning to the stories of the individual men and women of science who engaged in the battle to beat the disease of which it had initially been said by many that “[t]his was, after all, only influenza.”  

For anyone seeking to understand the 1918 influenza pandemic not only from a scientific and medical historical standpoint, but also with an appreciation of the political and sociocultural milieu in which it took place, you can’t do much better than Barry’s work. It is not short—it clocks in at 461 pages, with another nearly 40 pages of endnotes and a 20 page bibliography—but it is well-paced and reads smoothly; the narrative carries you along, a testament to the author’s writing style. Barry succeeds in putting a human face on the pandemic and creates a mental image of the horror of pandemic disease which can stand up alongside those we have of the Black Death of the mid-fourteenth century, with which it is often compared. For those of us who know the flu as a seasonal visitor, (for most of us a major annoyance, but nonetheless a disease that kills tens of thousands each year), the images of massive and rapid death—villages abandoned except for piles of corpses, trains that “left one station with the living…[and]…arrived with the dead and dying”—seem surreal. Barry paces the book in such a way that one can almost hear the stopwatch ticking in the background; The Great Influenza is scientific and historical reporting done with great attention to detail and to getting the medical facts right, but it is reporting done with a novelist’s flair.  

Even as the pandemic begins to recede, leaving in its wake not only the dead but those living with its sequelae, such as post-encephalitic syndromes (the Woodrow Wilson/Treaty of Versailles anecdote is particularly striking), the helplessness of medical science is reaffirmed; the pandemic recedes of its own accord, because the virus mutates to less virulent forms, and the very large number of those who have survived helps to create herd immunity.   

In the book’s Afterword, added in 2018, the author discusses and compares influenza pandemics which followed the 1918 experience, talks about some of the antiviral drugs introduced over the years and how they work, and speculates about what the next great influenza pandemic might look like and how it might be prepared for. His concern was prescient, although it would be a coronavirus, rather than influenza, that would cause widespread death and societal disruption. In fact, one of the most jarring aspects of this story is the fact that, if one changes the dates and the names, the tale bears an uncanny resemblance to the COVID-19 story, right down to the attempts at minimization by the government and even the isolation and victimization of an ethnic group (in 1918 the Germans, who were the enemy in the world war, rather than Asian-Americans, as it would be during COVID).  

The Great Influenza is a detailed, highly readable, and sobering account of an episode which demonstrated once again that despite what we may think, we are not the masters of the world in which we live, and that a microbe could rapidly kill on a devastating scale and upend society—again—and there was initially little that could be done to stop it.  

THE GREAT INFLUENZA: A Story of the Deadliest Pandemic in History
John Barry 
Penguin Books, New York, 2004 (reissued with new afterword, 2018)
461 pages 

A previous version of this review was published in the NYU Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database.
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