All of these stories, when using the "we" of the first-person plural voice, tend very often to avoid a simple depiction of past events, such as: "We went to Heini's Cheese Chalet as a group that day, and although we all meant to spread out as we went through tasting samples, we ended up clumping around one another at the same popular cheeses." If these stories were written in Spanish, they'd favor lots of past imperfect verbs and very few preterits. There's a heavy dose of depictions of things the "we" used to do regularly, rather than things we did once. Because nobody in the "we" is more important than anyone else, the narrative tends towards general descriptions of behavior, rather than specific anecdotes.
Here's an example from "The Whitest Girl":
We wanted to know Terry's secrets, we wanted to know who she loved, who she hated, what she dreamed of in the bed she shared with her sisters. This is not what we admitted to each other, of course. We said that we hated her, we wanted to ruin her life, or at least get her kicked out of school, and haz me el favor, how dare she?...Some of us protested at our cruelty, but the rest of us framed it as a game. Then it all seemed harmless.
And here's another example from "Serranos":
Although we had been ten years in the valley, and no longer thought of ourselves as foreigners, our precautions had long ago become a part of us. We avoided banks, police stations, doctors' offices. We had stopped attending Mass, since we'd heard the stories of worshippers seized at the steps of churches. And we visited Albertsons or Safeway only in groups of three at most. We couldn't risk losing too many adults; someone had to remain to watch over our daughters and sons.
If there was too much of this kind of generalizing, this-is-what-life-was-like kind of summary in a first-person or third-person singular POV, I think it might get boring quickly. But for some reason, with a first-person plural, it actually leads to a strong forward propulsion of the narrative.
"Mobilization" Does This Even More Than Most
Most of the other we-narrator stories I've alluded to break from the general to the specific at some point, but Allegra Hyde's "Mobilization" sticks to imperfect-tense actions almost exclusively. It reminded me not so much of the stories I mentioned above, but Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried," in that it's a poetic series of paintings of landscapes, both internal to the "we" and also external, that tell a loose story. Only the very end of the story seems to tell of a specific event that happens to the caravan of RVers, and even then, there is still a good deal of general listing of the kinds of actions taken to cope with the end of the party mixed in with the occasional specific, one-time historical action taken.
Many of the we-narratives I've mentioned make a shift in style at some critical junction. In And Then We Came to the End, there is a chapter told in the voice of the boss, Lynn, that stands out from the "we." In "Mbiu Dash," the "we" switches to "I" after the protagonist is rejected by the town. In "Mobilization," the shift isn't from "we/us" to some other pronoun, but from the past "imperfect" to the present indicative. This shift happens in the closing paragraphs.
A Real Present Transposed on an Imagined Future
As anyone who's seen the movie Nomadland knows, the community described in "Mobilization" isn't made up. There really are communities of people in the United States living fully nomadic lifestyles in RVs, vans, and various cobbled-together vehicles. "Mobilization" has them traveling in packs together a bit more than Nomadland does, and that's to fit the idea behind this being a true mobilization. The title is, of course, a play on words, as the nomadic families described are both mobile, meaning on the move, but also something of a movement, giving it the military flavor of one of the word's meanings.
The attitude of the nomads is a unique blend of independent and communal. They look down on land dwellers who are tied to their normal lives and relish their freedom above all else, but they also share in a quasi-communist fashion. The mobilization, then, depicts two sides to America, two sides that have always been there. The first white settlers left to be able to practice religion as they saw fit without being told by someone else how to do it, but the initial colonies they founded were intensely, often oppressively, communal.
As anti-establishment as the nomads are, they are generally very pro-American, sporting "USA" signs among their bumper stickers and shooting off fireworks to "show our shared patriotism." This isn't the only contradiction in them. Their feeling of superiority is founded on their belief that they have solved a have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too contradiction, being able to be "always at home, but always away," to "have an adventure yet keep your home close." They hope their ancestors' ashes rest in peace on their dashboard, even while they stay forever in motion.
The nomads, then, are a riven embodiment of the nation they are traveling about. Not unlike their country, they generally mean well, but they still cause harm as an unintended but unavoidable consequence of all that activity: "We tried not to litter, but we often couldn't help it. Leaflets, leftovers, stray bits of plastic wrap--they fluttered from our windows."
The nomads are presented as highly sexual, and their sexual appetite is linked to the nation's "fecundity," i.e., its fertility. They are representative of America in so many ways: their pioneering spirit; their don't-tread-on-me sense of individual freedom that nonetheless has room for community; their high levels of consumption, sucking up gas as well as a long list of foods they eat on the road in their "invincible ease." They hope this restless energy will keep them from harm, "death as distant as a possum in a mirror," much like our national zeitgeist has always felt the restless need to move forward. Even their very contradictions are American ones: they try not to read much, but they also cover their vehicles with text that "piles on top of itself."
The Piper Has to Be Paid
The narrative pays a lot of homage to "us," and much of its poetry is a paean to the grandeur of the caravanners. They are the opposite of xenophobic, welcoming all without discrimination, happy to introduce their children to "every accent, every perspective."
Nonetheless, at some point, there ain't no free lunch, and this very American lifestyle, with all its goods and bads, can't go on. Gas suddenly disappears. The proximate cause isn't given. We read about a trade embargo and general chaos, but that seems to be a result of the gas shortage and not the cause. We can maybe assume that of the many reasons why we in the real world might one day face a serious gas shortage, the nomads in "Mobilization" were victims of several or all of them. It doesn't really matter. That level of consumption can't be maintained forever, and at some point, it's going to end, whatever governments may do in the meantime.
The caravanners conduct a desperate search for gas, sure it must be out there somewhere, but the search is in vain. The camaraderie of the road at last breaks down as the few people with custom-made electric vehicles run off, allegedly to get help, but they never return. The marooned campers try to carry on gamely, but eventually, they are hot and hungry and cut off, and things look bad.
As I've already noted, the end of the story switches to present tense. "Darkness comes quick..." "Algae blooms..." "It swallows us, grinds us." The finale is, I believe, an epoch-making event, perhaps marking the end of the Anthropocene era. "The bones" of the motorhomes are buried along with their owners. Mud and muck presses on top of them. They are pressed and squeezed. They're turning into fossil fuels, in effect. The restless nomads are still restless for more motion at the end of the story, and they will get it, but this time, they'll be powering the movement of others rather than using the remains of a past era to move themselves.
I do not plan to present a song that matches the theme of every story I blog about, but I have done it for two stories in a row now.
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It's obviously a commentary on American consumerism and American lifestyles in general, but is it anything else?
Well, maybe not much more, but it's offering its commentary in a layered way that's kind of interesting. In fact, I found this story a lot more appealing than Hyde's "Democracy in America," which was also a pointed commentary on the American way of life. "Mobilization" at least takes the time to eulogize the dead way of life, doing what all good eulogies do by finding that even in the worst of the deceased, there is often much to admire and praise.
America's weird leave-me-alone-but-also-don't-touch-my-social-security and its I-hate-taxes-but-the-police-better-come-when-we-call split personalities are contradictory, but it's so breathtaking to behold the chutzpah of Americans being themselves, we don't always mind the contradiction. The observation of the hypnotic power of American kinetic energy calls to mind Whitman. And of course Kerouac, but that's too obvious to even bring up. "Mobilization" is a eulogy for a dying America, but it's also a hymn to what has been best in us: our adventure, our creativity, our fierce sense of individualism but also our compassion and community spirit that can thrive as long as nobody is making us do it.