It all begins very swiftly in the glorious late-afternoon California sunshine. A short time after the earth starts to shudder, the huge, 20,000-sq.-mi. land mass west of the San Andreas fault wrenches itself free from the continent. San Francisco is quickly reduced to piles of rubble, the Golden Gate and Bay bridges col lapse, skyscrapers topple like children's blocks, the freeways crumple into bent, twisted auto graveyards. The lush Imperial and San Joaquin valleys are in undated by floods unlike anything since the days of the Ark. Los Angeles, Santa Barbara and...
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