Many of us read in the hope that, from time to time, we might come across a book that will change our lives; avid readers occasionally have this experience and are alert to its recurrence. Ross's Bird on Fire whacked me onto more or less a different path of reasoning, and in that sense, certainly opened up some possibilities. His topic is the City of Phoenix, AZ, and what I'd like to say is "sustainable growth" - in parched climes like that of Phoenix, perhaps a virtual oxymoron - but instead it's just "sustainability." Growth is somewhat problematic for what it's wrought. And Phoenicians must recognize that sustainability is well-nigh impossible given their unsustainable water picture. But to recognize the impossibility of their water situation amid a decade-long drought, with little prospect of surcease, Phoenicians would have to blast their real-estate driven model of growth to bits.
And, barring a catastrophe, that seems unlikely to happen our lifetimes, as Ross tells the tale, after scores of interviews with Phoenicians of every walk of life. And it will surely not happen as long as Midwesterners continue to throng to Phoenix and the city remains able to tie up regional water resources - such as the relatively recent court-awarded bounty granted to the Gila River Indian Reservation - that might be bought or traded for to support additional building.
And therein lies a complex story, as the interaction of economy and environment is invariably a complex phenomenon. Ross's sustainability has layer after worrisome layer but in the end comes down to the two Phoenixes (or, to generalize, even to god-help-us John Edwards' Two Americas), exemplified by the suburban sections north of town, where the affluent make pious choices to buy a Prius, eat organic, support endangered species, and the other, south side of town, where whole communities are treated as dumping grounds for waste disposal and hazardous industry, where NIMBY rules simply don't obtain. In the long run, Ross writes, "there is nothing sustainable...about one population living the green American dream while, across town, another is still trapped in poverty and pestilence."
In our lush, leafy, tranquil suburbs, we seldom have much of an idea how that other half truly lives and what miserable circumstances it at times is forced to endure. Many, but surely not most, will know some of this in the abstract, or from the news, or from actual experience. Nor do we often take the time to focus on that. We read a book that bares such elemental truths, in a dispassionate, sympathetic voice, and a sense of guilt - "liberal guilt," a salutary emotion - may set in. The solution, apart from a mad rush out the door to do good works, seems a Quixotesque quest for ending eco-apartheid and achieving genuine justice, which would entail a kind of minimax conditionality for entire communities, all the way up to the national level: grow, yes, by all means, because without growth the wherewithal for solutions might not exist, making change at best difficult - but figure out how to do so in a way that also advantages the least members of your community and leaves something for posterity...which is essentially a definition of "sustainable growth."
In 2012, this is a ferociously difficult injunction under current rules. The least we might then do is spend some time thinking about how, increment by increment, we might begin to make that happen. The problem, of course, is that the rules 90 percent of us are playing by are market-driven ones...rules, both formal and informal, we tend to agree with, that leave ample freedom of action, rules that are adjustable, to be sure, to suit a variety of conditions, not graven in stone tablets. But rules that simple cannot provide all the answers we may be looking for. Moreover, in the instance at hand, Ross is talking about Arizona, which isn't in the transcultural empathy business these days and has traditionally been on the receiving end of eco- and economic immigrants in flight from dried out windblown ranch and farmland, newly devoid of water and livelihoods. We read about that in the news.
I'm beginning to ramble: Andrew Ross has knocked me out of a comfort zone in which I wasn't quite aware I had been cosseted, into a zone of nervous disquiet. (And I really should've known better, having grown up in the heart of NJ's "Cancer Alley.") Ross's subtitle implies that there are "lessons" we can draw from the experience of Phoenix, and there are. But he doesn't produce drumrolls and trumpet fanfares to announce them: he would rather his readers weigh his narrative and evidence and reach their own conclusions. And nearly a week after finishing this challenging, quietly confrontational work, I'm still thinking about what to do. A good book can do that.
And I have a few ideas.