This book is a masterclass in memoir journalism. Grant beautifully weaves personal stories about himself, his past, his family, friends, and encounters with strangers with colorful journalistic, non-fiction prose. His tone is humble, honest, curious and throughout it feels as though he’s saying: “let’s try and make sense of this beautiful landscape and crazy shit together.”
I loved how each chapter had a 1-page FYI about Arizona’s wild history. Reading only those blurbs would be worth the price of the book.
I left the Phoenix area for good in December 1999 to join the Marines at age 20. This book filled me in on much of what I left behind.
I was born and raised in Arizona. My dad - originally from Chattanooga, Tennessee - was a theological seminary student at Bob Jones and Tennessee Temple Universities. The abundance of churches in the south meant that there must be places where churches weren’t as prevalent. So my parents looked to the American Southwest instead and became church-planting missionaries starting in the Phoenix area. I was born shortly after they arrived.
My parents chose Avondale as the place to raise a family with 6 children. Avondale was then a suburb of Phoenix near its desert margins. Today the unabashed expansion of the greater Phoenix area extends well beyond Avondale and it has become just another highway exit to sprawling subdivisions and shopping areas. With few natural boundaries like mountains or oceans to stunt its growth, Maricopa County is now the nation’s 4th most populated county behind the counties that make up Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston.
Since 1980, the county has grown from 1.5 million to 4.7 million residents - with no sign of stopping. This sustained annual growth rate of 2.3%, is higher than that of any other metropolis in the US. This means that most folks come to Arizona from elsewhere. This is a city of first and second generation transplants.
With no historical ties to the land they now cohabitate, there is no shared culture of these people. This means the loudest and looniest, the richest and the most corrupt have their way because there are no norms, traditions or taboos to stop them.
Grant travels to many beautiful places and meets many interesting characters. Along the way we learn that Arizona has a long tradition of maverick politics: summarized in 3 points:
1) “no one can tell me what to do”
2) “the free market shall rule all”
3) “It is my god-given right to destroy nature and to live in disharmony with all other living things”
Decades of these political attitudes have made this a ripe environment for MAGA. I’m sure donald trump would be pleased to know that there are 170 golf courses in just one county - in the middle of the desert - each requiring about a million gallons of water per day in peak summer heat. Annually, this equates to the water usage of nearly 1.5 million county residents.
trump would also be pleased to know there are more gun-nuts in Arizona than anywhere else. If US civilians own 46% of guns worldwide, Arizona is on its way to owning 46% of national guns. Arizona kills 1300 annual residents with its own firearms by suicide (65%) homicide (32%) and accidental discharge (1-2%). In a land many perceive as being overrun by violent illegal immigrants and cartel thugs, the annual deaths attributed to these bogeymen equates roughly to the rates of accidental discharge deaths. The call is coming from inside the house.
Now for the personal application - How far can an apple fall from a tree? Does this also mean that I too am a product of this environment - this history? That I too am devoid of norms, traditions, and taboos? That I too must choose - consciously or unconsciously - to be a pawn or protestor of the loudest, looniest, richest and the most-corrupt?
Maybe it's a blessing in disguise to NOT be proud of one’s homeland & one’s people. Those things can be too confining and too defining anyway. The grapes are likely sour.
Maybe this deep shame I feel for the many ecological, economic and sociological woes Arizona prides itself in are the smoldering fires of my own phoenix-within. Right now, it burns though.