During the 60s and 70s there was a lot of heated debate over the question of revolution by example. A lot of young people left the big cities to return to the countryside, form communes, and live simpler and intensely cooperative lives. An even greater number who couldn’t literally leave formed inner city communes and tried to show others a different and better way to live. All well and good, the question being, “Does such action have any large-scale effect? Does it bring us closer to a better, more egalitarian world? Can you have revolution by example?” I suppose that Alix Ohlin is asking a similar question in this book, “Can you create revolution by symbolic gesture?”
To set the scene for you a bit without giving away too much of the plot, Lynn Fleming, the lead character, is a graduate student in art history in New York City. But other than carrying on a typical and not very interesting affair with her dissertation advisor, she is not doing much towards getting her degree. She is in New York because she has escaped from Albuquerque and a domineering mother, both the mother and the landscape arid and irritating to her. But the mother who simply will not go away, will not be neatly shelved into a past well left behind, continues to call and alternately plead and demand that Lynn return ‘home’ to find and re-civilize her younger brother, Wylie, who is hanging out with a bunch of unwashed radicals who, insists his mother, do nothing at all or worse.
Never mind that it is a bit hard for the reader to believe that Lynn would succumb to her mother’s demands. Her choice seems to be between meeting her married Professor in Paris for a bit of extra work, screwing her way closer to her degree, or going to hated, summer-scorched Albuquerque to find her little brother. She soon discovers that the band of environmentalists her brother has taken up with are not dummies; they understand a lot of the harsh realities of market economies, the worldwide disparity between rich and poor, and especially the increasing demand for water around the world. Because she is Wylie’s brother, she is allowed to sit in on the planning and discussions of the group as they talk
about water: the dearth of if around the globe, our reckless overindulgence in it as consumers, its diversion by financial interests. The government encouraged individual citizens to reduce their residential water use while giving tax breaks to corporations whose water use was massive in comparison. We were groundwater overdrafting, taking more out of our water account than we had. In China the water table was dropping by a meter a year. The Nile Valley was drying up. The Athabasca Glacier was receding. The Aral Sea was gone. The Ogallala Aquifer that extended through the West had been overpumped for decades. Half the world’s wetlands had been destroyed in the last century. The Yangtze, Ganges, and Colorado rivers rarely flowed all the way to the sea because of upstream withdrawals. Pollution was decimating freshwater fish species, twenty percent of which were endangered or extinct, and causing at least five million human deaths a year from disease. The world was rife with appalling scarcity, and people unwilling to face it.Lynn, along with the readers of the book, gets a quick education about the water problems of the world, and the desert they live in gives them an ideal microcosm of just how the scarcity of water is addressed. Rich neighborhoods with gigantic swimming pools in each yard. New and ever bigger, water-sucking golf courses springing up everywhere as the sprawl of Albuquerque spreads its tentacles into the desert. What to do, what to do? Well, you could siphon the water out of the pools, spill the chemically treated, chlorinated water onto the manicured lawns, and in one fell-swoop empty the pools and kill the lawns. That should show them. Oh, and go to the new golf courses, cut the sprinkler-heads off of the pipes feeding the huge courses, that will surely give a day or two pause in the construction and call attention to the travesty of wasted water.
I don’t intend to give away all of the more-or-less carefully planned pranks of this new brand of monkey-wrench gang. Instead, I want to question the efficacy of such actions in bringing about significant change. We live in desperate times. Certainly we must do something; comprehension does entail action. Perhaps Wylie, the lost brother, the missing person, sums up best what Ohlin wants the reader to ask:
We cannot return to the elemental things. There is no way to go back. But how to move forward when so much has been lost? How can we even think about the future when we are burdened by such an oppressive past and pessimistic present?I have to admit that I’m not sure what conclusions Ohlin wants us to draw from this little book. Certainly she wants us to think again and to think hard about how our culture wastes, about how the have-nots of the world are affected by the gluttonous behavior of the haves. She seems sometimes to laugh at the pranks of her unwashed brother and his friends, at other times to be drawn not only to their perceptive analyses of market economies, but to their solutions. Unfortunately, the book is not believable. Lynn, this usually careful and thoughtful graduate student goes along with this band of pranksters without being told what they are about to do or what the risks are. Arrest and jail-time are only the most obvious of the risks, since we know very well that the guards and security personnel rich people hire for their golf courses and homes are quite willing to shoot those who trespass and destroy. The author needs Lynn to go along, to be at the scene, in order to tell us, her readers, the story, but she does not create for us a character who we believe would actually be there, especially without being told even in broad outline what is up. Indeed, in the final gesture of the book, there are two women along for the ride. Both are kept in the dark about where they are going or what they are going to do. Women can act as drivers, as lookouts, as hangers-on, but certainly cannot be counted on for action, and cannot really be trusted with plans the guys have made. Certainly, none of the women I know on the Left would be content to go along with whatever the boys say, would not risk their freedom and perhaps their lives without understanding and being committed to the actions and goals of the group. While I’m not naïve enough to think that sexism is forever gone from the Left, Ohlin paints a picture of naïve women and blind, sexist men that I hope is hyperbolic.
In short, I loved the questions posed by this book. As Wylie says, “what does it mean to have beliefs if you don’t act on them? Doesn’t every single moment of our lives come with a choice attached?” But while I may not know what to do, I know that just doing something, anything, is not very helpful. Perhaps a bit more comprehension would also somewhat clarify what actions are to be done.