Before the world heard of doomers and peakers, crude gushed from the ground in what seemed like an endless stream. I ran across this book at Amazon and it showcases some interesting characters. It's fiction but it rings with the energy and inconsistency of life in the 19220 and 1930s, when the curtain lifted on the great American oil glut. In the center of this deluge is H. B. Ross, a different kind of oil hand, who enjoys browsing the encyclopedia in his spare time. After a decade in oil by the time he's twenty-five, H. B. is convinced that the major problem with crude is that there is just too much of the stuff. Everywhere he turns in Oklahoma, almost behind every blackjack, he's beginning to believe, rich pools lurk. With the price of oil in the pits – ten barrels (420 gallons) going for a dollar – H. B. wonders how crude can ever amount to much, with clods yanking it from the ground faster than it can be used.
He battles many who want to run the choke wide open, among them one Cecil Jones, a rich royalty owner. Cecil, when not pushing unlimited production, strives for mastery of his wife Mary Belle, a woman full of unsettling ideas like the one proposed that morning: a bunch of women going off alone, to watch a dancing marathon in Tulsa, without a single man to guide their thinking for an entire afternoon. A dutiful wife, Mary Belle manages to give Cecil his way, in every little thing, while steering him, with an unseen touch, to the destination she prefers.
Before doomers and peakers there was plethora. You'll find it in "Time of Plenty."




