If you're in a city but you live in a van, or a trailer, or a tent, you are considered homeless.
But if you're in the desert or the forest, you're camping.
Rationalizations such as these are what make "Nomadland" such a compelling look at a weirdly camouflaged swath of society that's more entwined around us than we realize.
Author Jessica Bruder, a professor at the Columbia School of Journalism, immersed herself among those who move between seasonal jobs at a time when they'd imagined contemplating retirement, but life went haywire.
Change often began with a job layoff. Then they downsized, still fell behind and finally realized that their earlier lives cannot be reclaimed. Losers? Sure, some have made bad decisions. But most simply have lost, for reasons over which they had no control.
So they've become nomads, finding temporary work during the sugar beet harvest in North Dakota, or in Amazon fulfillment centers, or as campground hosts. Bruder is struck by their resiliency and humor. They reject the term "homeless," instead calling themselves "houseless," owning "wheel estate." Far from loners, they have created community. Some call it their "vanily."
And it's growing.
Much of the book is shaped around Linda May, a 65-year-old grandmother who lives in a small trailer she tows with a totaled-and-salvaged Jeep Grand Cherokee. We meet her on the way to a summer's stint as a campground host, where she'll pick up trash, clean toilets three times a day, greet campers and hopefully not have to police them too much. As a returning host, she'll earn $9.35 an hour and get a free campsite.