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APRIL 11, 2016

JUNE 20, 2016

6 GOINGS ON ABOUT TOWN
6

GOINGS ON ABOUT TOWN

19 THE TALK OF THE TOWN

Blythe Roberson

Calvin Tomkins

Steve Coll on Trump and foreign policy;

19

THE TALK OF THE TOWN

25

SHOUTS & MURMURS

Stephen
Unckles
on campaigns;
the great migration
east;
the language
of the
“Schitt’s Creek”;
the Only Living Boy in New York; public
Harlem’s the
greatest
fencer;
a playwright’
retreat.
pooping;
modern
witch;
catching ups with
China
PROFILES

26

Play Your
It Again
Test
Knowledge of Humor Writing

Ragnar Kjartansson and the art of repetition.

Nicole Silverberg

Calvin Trillin
Jordan Hall

James Lasdun

26

PERSONAL HISTORY

SHOUTS & MURMURS
Finding
My Gallop

32 The
Fleeing,
Hypothetically
journey
from woman to horse
36

LETTER FROM EUROPE

ANNALS OF KNOTS

34 Knotty
Alone inbythe
Alps
Nature

A solo
On
thehike
huntonfora great
a manmountain
obsessed trail.

Michael Yarsky

Gay Talese

Kady Ruth Ashcraft

Rachel Aviv
Daniel Sargeant

Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

44

AMERICANAND
CHRONICLES
ONWARD
UPWARD WITH THE ARTS

40 Vowel
The Voyeur’s
Motel
of Silence

A
choral
composer
who hates
human voice
The
hotelier
who spied
on histhe
guests.

50

A REPORTER AT LARGE
PORTFOLIO

56 Part
The and
CostParcel
of Caring

A
lookYork’
intos the
state ofdomestic
the USPS
New
Filipina
workers.

56

OUR
LOCAL CORRESPONDENTS
FICTION

Scourge
66 The
“TheHero
Burglar”

On the rise and fall of our masked men
THE CRITICS

Pat Landers

Anthony Lane

FICTION
THE CURRENT CINEMA
64

74

“Running Iron”

“Everybody Wants Some!!,” “Miles Ahead.”

THE
CRITICS
BOOKS
BOOKS

James Folta
CharlesSchaper
McGrath
Caroline

77 Briefly Noted
For the love of the bus
78 Briefly
A founding
mother of New York publishing.
70
Noted
67

A CRITIC AT LARGE

THE ART WORLD

Ross
KathleenAlex
Jordan

Why Mallarmé
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Fergstein’s matters.
mommy issues
ON TELEVISION

THE CURRENT CINEMA

Emily
Nussbaum
Michael
Yarsky

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73

“Outlander,”
“The Americans.”
“The
Slow Drown”
POEMS

POEMS

MominaShea
Mela
Chris Michael
Molly
TimBashaw
Platt
Michael J. Wolf
Michael J. Wolf

Tomer Hanuka

“How toSpace”
Take Off a Sari”
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50 “Three
“Leaving
the Continent”
Poems
by Tim Platt”

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“What’s Inside of Me”
COVER
“Sex”

“Take the L Train”

COVER

Branson Reese

“Where Are Ü Now”

DRAWINGS Drew Dernavich, Emily Flake, Ken Krimstein, Matthew Diffee, Danny Shanahan, Jack Ziegler,
Charlie
Hankin,
Robert
Leighton,
Jom
Jorb, Shannon
JohnSparks,
Klossner,
Bruce Eric DRAWINGS
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Cotham,
Michael
Crawford,
Tom
Cheney,
Michael Wheelie,
Shaw, Rich
Edward Steed,
Reid
Faylor,
Mark
Vigeant
(“Cartoon
Caption
Contest”)
Roz Chast, Edward Koren, Michael Maslin, J. C. Duffy, Liana Finck, Will McPhail, Jason Adam Katzenstein
ADS Jesse Benjamin (“Entourage”), Stephen Unckles (“Orsnow”, “Homeland: Dog Version”, “Uhrzeitime”, “Equestrin”),
SPOTS Rodger Stevens
Andrew Beck (“Einklock”), Taylor Moore (“Father Hats”, “Acela”, “Ballpark”), Kevin Bauer (“Jeff University”, “Loofah”,
“Seedless”, “MetroStar”), James Folta (“Moyamota MaxiVan”), Elizabeth Stamp (“The Pastures at Farmingdale”)
SPOTS Sasha Taran

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Matt Crowley (Movies Preview, p. 13) Jordan Hall (“Knotty
by Nature,” p. 36) is Elizabeth Stamp (The Talk of the Town,

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Caring,”
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freelance
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food comedian for this magazine.
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editorBrittney
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JUNE 15
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GOINGS ON ABOUT TOWN

1
OPENINGS AND PREVIEWS
American Psycho
Benjamin Walker plays the murderous financier
Patrick Bateman, in Duncan Sheik and Roberto
Aguirre-Sacasa’s musical adaptation of the Bret
Easton Ellis novel. Rupert Goold directs. (Schoenfeld, 236 W. 45th St. 212-239-6200. In previews.)
Exit Strategy
Primary Stages presents a play by Ike Holter, directed by Kip Fagan, set at a Chicago public school
in the days before it closes. (Cherry Lane, 38 Commerce St. 866-811-4111. In previews. Opens April 12.)

cal spring. The cast includes Carolee Carmello,
Andrew Keenan-Bolger, and Terrence Mann.
(Broadhurst, 235 W. 44th St. 212-239-6200. In
previews.)

Waitress
Jessie Mueller stars in a new musical based on
the 2007 film, about a small-town waitress who
enters a baking contest, with music and lyrics by
Sara Bareilles. Diane Paulus directs. (Brooks Atkinson, 256 W. 47th St. 877-250-2929. In previews.)

1
NOW PLAYING

odyne vocabulary (“optimization,”
“positive outcomes”), Loeb’s script
of comedy, thriller, and existential dr
spite antic performances from its cas
Josh Costello, the characters and c
remain purposefully vague, offerin
stract thought experiment than a v
chiller. (59E59, at 59 E. 59th St. 21

Stupid Fucking Bird
Faithful to the spirit, if not the lette
material, Aaron Posner’s irreverent
Chekhov’s “The Seagull” features m
much direct address, and—as you m
from its title—more cussing than us
half of Posner’s version, more over
answers Chekhov’s young playwrig
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with downtown tropes like dance se
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second half cleaves closer to kitchen
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arrive intact: unrequited love, the u
ing that we’re spectators to our own
discomfiting awareness that art wil
the shapely structure that ordinary l
that we yearn for. We’re reminded th
life is the most artful fiction of the
555 W. 42nd St. 212-563-9261.)

The Crucible
In his second Arthur Miller reinvention this season, the Flemish director Ivo van Hove (“A View
from the Bridge”) strips the 1953 drama of its bonnets and buckle shoes: the set, by Jan Versweyveld,
is a cavernous classroom, with a vast chalkboard on
which drawings of trees become animated. Here,
Long Day’s Journey Into Night
the young women of Salem, dressed like CathoJessica Lange, Gabriel Byrne, John Gallagher, Jr., lic schoolgirls, cause havoc when they envelop the
and Michael Shannon play the dysfunctional Ty- town in accusations of witchcraft. (Music by Philip
rone family, in the Roundabout’s revival of the Eu- Glass sets the aguish mood.) Van Hove, immune Wolf in the River
gene O’Neill drama, directed by Jonathan Kent. to Miller’s moralizing, stages a slow-building hor- A grubby synthesis of “Little Red R
(American Airlines Theatre, 227 W. 42nd St. 212-719- ror story, as offhand infractions lead to seismic “Tobacco Road,” and exploitative r
1300. In previews.)
cruelties. At the center of the strong ensemble sion, the playwright and director Ad
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WILLIAM I. KOCH COLLECTION

The New York art world has long awaited the moment when Gregory Harry and Ileana Garalnik of Murray Hill’s
vibrant underground clowning scene would realize the romantic potential of their on-stage chemistry in some intimate
and frenzied pantomime. They are known as the “Ross and Rachel of clowns” (perhaps in reference to NBC’s Friends, a
once popular sitcom), yet for ten years casting has kept them platonic—a child and her clumsy caretaker in “Babysitter
Blues,”
a housewife
and with
her rabid
dog in “NYU Performance,”
a lamp and her
lampshade inare
“Silly
History
is replete
composer-pianists
and composer-violinists,
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rare.Lamp.”
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no longer
must
we
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performance
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this
Friday
at
233
Mott
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Apt.
3B
at 11:30
is Hannah Lash, a professor at Yale, whose music is featured in a concert at Miller Theatre on April 7.
am, Harry
and
Garalnik
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clothes
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love
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(at
most,
one
imagines)
one
hour.
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the
tradition
of
Lash’s best work employs a kind of strategic patience: a simultaneous embrace of Romantic yearning and
clowning,
the
show
will
be
wordless.
Seating
is
first-come,
first-served—$15
or
best
offer,
seniors
free.
postminimalist stasis that can yield unexpected pleasures. Lash, on harp, will be joined by the pianist Lisa

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of script
Posner’s
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young playwright, Konstanspite antic performances from its cast, directed by
Costello,
Josh Costello,Josh
the characters
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tin vague,
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Connie),
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experiment than purposefully
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Faithful to the spirit, if not the letter, of its source
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half
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version, more overtly
inventive,
previews.)
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much
address,
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you might
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the
2007
film,
about
a small-town
waitress
by Becky Mode,
directed
by Jason Moore.
nets and buckle shoes: the set,
by Jan Versweyveld,who
discomfiting awareness
that direct
art will always have
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In previews.)
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on on
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ordinary lifethe
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drawings
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trees
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young
women
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dressed
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Connie),
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forms”
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Ronan,
Tavi
Gevinson,
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girl trying to
town
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accusations
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witchcraft.
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by
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playwright
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Exit Strategy
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in the days
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ROCK AND POP
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check
in advance to confirm engagements.

1

Michael Hurley
This seventy-four-year-old folk musician began
hitchhiking to New York from his home in Bucks
County, Pennsylvania, in the early sixties. Hurley
unsuccessfully auditioned for gigs at iconic Village clubs like the Gaslight before recording “First
Songs,” a strange and beautiful début album for the
Folkways label, in 1964. Despite that achievement,
Hurley remained an outsider in the folk scene; his
closest connection was to another quirky eccentric, Peter Stampfel, of the Holy Modal Rounders,
whom Hurley later collaborated with on an album
of irreverent Americana called “Have Moicy!” It is
Hurley’s own eerie, unaffected delivery, however,
that best conveys the humor and existential loneliness of his songs. He now lives in Oregon; this
two-night stand is part of an increasingly rare East
Coast foray. (Union Pool, 484 Union Ave., Brooklyn.
718-609-0484. April 9-10.)

Antlia Pneumatica
Blackbird
Boy
Bright
Star
The Color Purple
Disaster!
Dry Powder
Eclipsed
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Familiar
The Father
Fiddler on the Roof
Fun Home
Hamilton
Hold On to Me Darling
The Humans
Ironbound
King and Country: Shakespeare’s Great Cycle of Kings
Love’s Refrain
Pericles
The Robber Bridegroom
The Royale
School of
Rock
Sense & Sensibility
She Loves Me
Straight
The Way West
YOUARENOWHERE

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JAZZ AND STANDARDS
Bill Charlap
It’s been far too long between recordings, but
the blue-chip trio of the pianist Charlap has released a new album, “Notes from New York,” a
masterly project replete with interpretations
of standards both familiar and offbeat. Special
guests for this celebration of Big Apple song
fare include the vocalists Cécile McLorin Salvant and Freddy Cole and the reed men Houston Person and Ken Peplowski. (Rose Theatre,
Jazz at Lincoln Center, Broadway at 60th St. 212721-6500. April 8-9.)

Iggy Pop
After a decade of off-and-on revivals of Iggy Pop’s first
band, the Stooges, and its later permutation, Iggy and
the Stooges, the sixty-eight-year-old Michigan native, who has outlived all of his original bandmates,
recently
delivered
a compelling
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collective of “accidental musicians”
Pop Depression.” The record, which Pop has said
may be his last, is a collaboration with the guitarist
and
of the Stone Age
man, Josh
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album on the Billboard charts. Many of the songs here
attempted
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band
mates, all non-Midwestern natives, seem to
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at music
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groove
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hyper-precise riffs, which creates a new sound that’s
the day demanded while working shifts in pre-dawn silence. But their lives began to
distinct from Pop’s seventies glory days. (United Palchange,
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Chong’s
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ethic
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Dutch
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poser
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Canada
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la
bears)
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dominant theme for some reason: the theme of “creeks.” Either way, most critics agree
tion strikes again. ( June 19, Warehouse Brewery
Over the past few years, this enigmatic Dutch comthey and
sound
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ILLUSTRATION BY KRISTIAN HAMMERSTAD

THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 11, 2016

musch, who plays on a handful of hypnotic collaborative albums. The pair claim to have met ten
years ago on the street in New York, with van Wissem offering Jarmusch a free CD. The story may
be apocryphal, but the collaboration has yielded
very real results. The albums are haunting juxtapositions of forlorn lute and smeared, searing electric guitar. Van Wissem’s music for Jarmusch’s recent vampire film, “Only Lovers Left Alive,” won
the prize at Cannes for best soundtrack. (Le Poisson Rouge, 158 Bleecker St. 212-505-3474. April 11.)

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The new album, “A Master Speaks,” proves
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engagements.
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pivotal recordings
by Miles
driving
pop-punk
of The ATM
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and Herbie
HurleyHancock in the sixties. He’s
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described
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joined
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seventy-four-year-old
the album’s
folk
team:
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love
letter
Fall
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recording
“First
interested
mainstream
audience.
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Songs,” a strange and beautiful début album for the
fleeting
nature
of
the
pop-punk
movement,
it
Camille
Folkways
O’Sullivan
label, in 1964. Despite that achievement,
would
appear
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ATM Machines
by his
Pinning
Hurley
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remained
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an outsider
performer
in the folkare,
scene;
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proxy,
representing
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whose
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to closest
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musical
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Stampfel,
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sets
the
swath
of irreverent
of song, Americana
touching on
called
the work
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Moicy!”
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country.
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18,
Park
Slope
Street(Irish
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Brooklyn
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Hurley’s
Nick
own
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St. 212-757-3318.
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conveys
the humor andApril
existential
loneApril
liness
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of his songs. He now lives in Oregon; this
Meltytwo-night
Cheesestand is part of an increasingly rare East
Pharoah
Coast foray.
Sanders
(Unionby
Pool,
Union
Ave.,
Brooklyn.
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exclusively
big484
hair
metal
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big
Mainstream
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group
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a
ing free-jazz saxophonist now regularly tempers
dedicated
fanbase
known
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shreds.”
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effusions
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Civilization
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potent
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of Sanders’s
Michigan
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Metalthe
Years,”
for being ecstatic
too
“melty”
has outlived
all of his
cantive,
be who
detected
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cameras.
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Depression.”
record,
has said
ing, wherein
they
that the with
showthe
will
be
may be his
last,advertise
is a collaboration
guitarist
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front man,
Josh
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last “shirtless”
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as of
Homme,
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yet, nary
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album on the Billboard charts. Many of the songs here
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pm) Bowie
groove songwriting
pioneered
with David
on Pop’s 1977 album, “The Idiot.” What stands out
most,
though, is the combination of Pop’s sinewy,
White
Whale
voice and
Homme’sWhite
intricate,
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confusedmenacing
for a literary
homage,
hyper-precise riffs, which creates a new sound that’s
Whale
is just
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pale
dork named
Carl
Nel-Paldistinct
from
Pop’s
seventies
glory days.
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son, aace
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programmer
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4140 Broadway.
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ILLUSTRATION BY JUAN LEGUIZAMON

DANCE

ILLUSTRATION BY PABLO AMARGO

American
Psycho
Fully
Committed
Benjamin Walker plays the murderous financier
Jesse
Tyler Ferguson
plays nearly forty characters
I’m
Weird
But Funny
Patrick
Bateman,
in Duncan Sheik and Roberto
at a trendy New York restaurant, in this one-man
Aguirre-Sacasa’s
musical
adaptation
ofwork
the Bret
Mike
Birbiglia
brings
his latest
to
comedy by Becky Mode, directed
by Jason
Moore.
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novel.
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play
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McGrath’s
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evening
program
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9 includes
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bags.
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and choreographed by Savion Glover. (Music
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truly excellent
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St. 212-423-3575. April 9-10.)

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THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 11, 2016

THE NEU JORKER, JUNE 20, 2016

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tric guitar. Van Wissem’s music for Jarmusch’s recent vampire film, “Only Lovers Left Alive,” won
the prize at Cannes for best soundtrack. (Le Poisson Rouge, 158 Bleecker St. 212-505-3474. April 11.)

1
JAZZ AND STANDARDS
Bill Charlap
It’s been far too long between recordings, but
Fingered
Nicholson
the blue-chip
trio of the pianist Charlap has released
new album,
“Notes from
New York,”
As
thea new
contemporary
standard
in a
masterly
project
replete with
interpretations
alto
jazz
saxophone,
seeing
this
trio
of standards both familiar and offbeat. Special
live
(aka
fingered”)
a must.
guests
for“getting
this celebration
of BigisApple
song
fare include
the vocalists
Cécile into
McLorin
SalWith
their bee
bop bridges
their
vant and Freddy Cole and the reed men Housflim
flam
versus,
this
finger-licking
ton Person and Ken Peplowski. (Rose Theatre,
trio
ofLincoln
dark-sunglasses-wearing-jackJazz at
Center, Broadway at 60th St. 212721-6500. April 8-9.)
nicholson-looking
twentysomethings

Camille O’Sullivan
Pinning this Irish-French performer down
to any one confining musical genre is a fool’s
game. What can be confirmed is that she brings
arresting theatricality and sensuality to a wide
NYC
Jazz, but the band didn’t stop
swath of song, touching on the work of Gillian
there.
They
addWelch, Nickkept
Cave,the
andfusion
others.alive
(Irishby
Arts
Center, influences
553 W. 51st St.
212-757-3318.
April 6-9
and
ing
from
West Africa
and
April 13-16.)

Tokyo, but the band didn’t stop there.
They
wentSanders
on to combine tastes of India
Pharoah
Mainstream
he willThe
nevergroup
be, buthas
thisgrown
pioneerand
North Asia.
ing free-jazz saxophonist now regularly tempers
into
the
first
ever
“jazz
octet
fusion
his robust effusions with deeply soulful playfood
catering
band.”
Not only
do they
ing that
embraces
the tradition
without
pandering to it.
In in
fact,
he’sout
initiated
a new
traseamlessly
slip
and
of world
jazz
dition; potent traces of Sanders’s ecstatic vibe
styles...they
cook
them,
serve
them,
and
can be detected in the music of Kamasi Washeven
offer
delivery
on44th
Seamless!
Durington.
(Birdland,
315 W.
St. 212-581-3080.
April
5-9.)the remaining band members
ing
solos,
assume roles of host, waiter, chef, waterboy, and menu guy. So, slip on your
dance shoes, grab a date, and don’t forget your “Jazz-itete.” (Midtown Catering
Hall, 131 E. 49th St. 6pm music/dinner)

met with a polite reception, but the seventyfive-year-old singer has found an enduring vehicle in Verdi’s “Simon Boccanegra,” a sumptuously scored opera about a benevolent doge in
the twilight of his leadership. The Met has surrounded Domingo with a premier team of Verdians, including Joseph Calleja, Ferruccio Furlanetto, and Lianna Haroutounian; James Levine
is scheduled to conduct. (April 9 at 12:30.) (Metropolitan Opera House. 212-362-6000.)

Billy Style Duo
Wondering where “the groove” has
gone? Haven’t seen “the rhythm” around
lately? That might be because Saxomoflutist Billy Style has taken them and
packaged these elements into a tonedriven razzmatazz jazz product in the
form of his latest album. A bit of history: upon notably discovering his
flutist having an affair with his wife in
the autumn of 2013, Billy Style used a
sturdy adhesive to conjoin a flute to his
“barry sax” and downsized the band to a
duo. Billy’s wife, Kat, can still be heard
on snare drum, and provided artwork
for the latest album, “Family Matters.”
(Blue Jazz Blue, 24 Broadway, 11pm)

CLASSICAL MUSIC

1

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phony No. 6, “Pastoral”—surround Strauss’s
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a taut setup that packs howls of anguish in its convid Bowie ing today. Unfortunately for their fans,
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Jane
lived
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manuscripts, and ephemera. The various exhibi- quilt by the Harlem-born artist Faith Ringgold,
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at the effects
enabled
bymarbled
attackavailably
naked
and
often
the viewer to look past the financial the tone here is one of violent discord: Super- (Metrograph; April 7.)
Museum
the Heart
the whereabouts of his planet’s Woody Allen’s latest filmic foray
Berlin’s Nazi-era
Olympiastadion
is designed
simile
of theNew
Supreme
Court’s
façade
makes
case
into
York’s
newest
mu-an frumpily
tender
photography
is succulent,
common printmaking medium: mono- ing
spreads
of wet
ink with
incising
at ease.
One squats
over a
struggles, sexual frustrations, and dif- man (Henry Cavill), forever striving to locate
infelicitous contrast, and confirms that McMil- to slowly crumble over the next thousand years.
“How can you mend a broken
missing
children.
While
theBatman
inter- Francofonia
is more carapace than caprice: a
lost personality,
comes to
blows with
their
imagery
They
seum
theartand
smell
quickly
becomes
type, created by working in ink on a hard tools,
his hands
(see
his finAnother
idly
scratches
one
of
The facile
“Travel,”ample.
in which
a singlecapture
tracking
fering life paths of a failing marriage his
lian’s rags,
best
is open-ended
rather
than
on the bidet.
(Ben
Affleck),
who buffs
and pumps
himselfBleefor Years
after heand
led us on
a solemn dance
through
heart:
A
Cher
review.”
Over.
play
between
Helms’
luckless
crusty
declawed
cinematic
shot
travels
from
a
lush
jungle
to
an
urban
park,
the
hometown
of
Punk
Rock
icon
nose.
That doesn’t
meanand
there’s
no
room for pol- her buttocks. Their milieu may seem
surface and then pressing paper against gerprints).
Shapes
atmospheres
the
most
overwhelming
sensation,
to see the rot at the center, some girls the occasion. The cause of their tiff is never en- the Hermitage, in “Russian Ark” (2002), Alexhas a Muzak-worthy soundtrack. A sign instructs
itics: in
hiswhites
grimly hilarious
videos are
proudly
an- aGlenn
bloclear,
Jones
Williamby H.
Macy’s ander
crustacean
with
an abstruse ark,
texa voluptuous
it. The one-off results are unusual, to say loom
andeyes
textured
grays
from
tirely
but itand
is heightened
Lex Luthor
far cry Danzig
from thewith
candied
glamour of
Sokurov enters
the Louvre—another
are just mean.
yet
once
your
adjust
tagonistic,
and
the best
takes
the formtoof athe
pup- viewers: “Please do not enter the installation
(Jesse
Eisenberg),
whose
hobbies
include
krypcrammed
with
every
species
of
art.
In
particular,
Bronx
Museum
Horatio
Alger
of
a
deuteragonist
ture, brackish flavor, and a philosthe least—going against the common- Stygian
sculpted Ronald
with
butI have
the two
settings
share
the
potency.
not
known
the
touch
during projection.”
Alternate
advice:
Feel
free,
pet showblackness:
in which
arealize
race-bating
Reagan ballet,
darkness
youonstage
it’slight,
because
tonite theft and building a homemade monster. he follows its fortunes during the deluge of the
once
you’ve
entered,
to Eleanor
leave. Through
April 30.
“Eleanor
Corinthian:
The
is joined
by a velociraptor,
which fact
escalates
pleasurably
from
tête-à-tête
sense
notion
that a print
is Human
an image a dummy
muscular
feel. Those
works, circa
of
women
displaying
themselves.
ophyWorld
decidedly,
well, the
shellfish—
of
a
woman
since
left.
War, and dramatizes
encounter
Appendix I: Eleanor, if you’re reading The movie is two and a half hours long, yet feels Second
(Sean Kelly, 475 Tenth Ave., at 36th St. 212-239-1181.)
lip-synchs
Erykah
Badu. Through
26.into
the
nameless
artists
haveJune
staged
a Degas’s
Bag.” Through
December
1.
multiplied.
This and
the unfamiliarity
1876-85,
from
Degas’s
major
foray
closer
to
five. The dialogue
fights
to be heard of in
two civilized
souls:
Jacques
Jaujard
(Louis-Do
preoccupation along this line
to
mano-a-mano,
the
mise-en-scène
other
words,
it’s
not
kosher,
this I want you to know that I forgive above the crunching soundtrack and, more often de Lencquesaing), the director of the museum
at
series
of whatarelook
like very
lifelike takes
of most of the works—some hundred the
technique,
his purest
monotypes,
nothing
away
from
the
soaring
Barkley
L.
Hendricks
cannot
match
the
droll
japery
of
the
Woody!
Hugh
Laurie
stars
as a
Paulina Tchilavski
you, and if you’ll come home, I’ll take than not, loses; let us be thankful for small mer- the time, and Franz Wolff-Metternich (Benjamin
In
the
sixties
and
seventies,
the
American
painter
GALLERIES—CHELSEA
and
twentyof
monotypes,
from museums and
by farribcages
the most around
exciting. the
Elsewhere,
of his works, but it helps to
human
space, quality
Museum
Sex
The one bright
spot isPete
the arrival
of Wonthe flutist
Nazi nobleman
representedon
dialogue.
Director
Doctor
(Up, Utzerath),
suicidal
whowho
embarks
you back with open arms. My world cies.
This
retrospective
of Tchimade aconcise
name for himself
with effortlessly
and
collections
worldwide,
augmented
he
tended
to
use
the
medium
as
a
explain
their
intensity.
Facing
up
tocool,
it,a
der Woman (Gal Gadot), who, having been shut an occupying power, but who considered it his
“Erectile Dysfunction: Maybe it’s
which
they have decorated in re- lavski’s
colorful portraits,
which
have
recently
earned
Inside
Out)
strives
for
an
elegiac
David Claerbout
an
affair
with
a
high
school
inis
darker
for
your
absence.
I
live
to
see
first
120,000
worksHauptis reout of the action until the final reel, seems in duty to preserve the treasures of the occupied.
with
conventional
superb
curator,
ground
forartist’s
pictures
completed
in
new show’s
following.
He’s still
hard atJodi
work, although
The Belgian
hyperreal
projections
split the
yourmore
fault?”
Throughpictures—make
August 3.
claimed
materials
from
the
New
ebullience
in
this
peripatetic
pseuno
mood
to
be
messed
with.
On
paper,
the
supThe
courteous
tension
between
them
is
nicely
génue
(Selena
Gomez)
possessed
your
face
on
the
veranda
once
more.
freshing
in in
itshis
My
wife
was
the brushwork
show
canthe
occasionally
the difference
between still
image and
video, and man,
the show special, in both the good and opaque
watercolors
or pastels.
Innovaincludes
inbrevity.
anew
wall
text
forthporting cast must have looked unbeatable: Amy caught, but, as ever, Sokurov has more than one
do-thriller, painting an Orwellian by the ghost of François Truffaut.
feel nonchalant,
as when
a jubilantthe
dancer’s
hair
between
ironically
banal
and
just
plain
boring.
York
streets.
The
songful
way
they
not
brief
when
describing
extent
the pejorative senses. Magnifying glasses tive,
perhaps,
but uninspiring
are
monoright opinion of the great decadent
Adams, Holly Hunter, Diane Lane, Laurence tale to tell; woven around these men are other
A
photo
projection
of
Nigerian
oil
workers
takSculpturecenter
Appendix
II:
But
if
you’re
still
future and
of Kafkaesque
proportions,
At of
once
turgid
and tossed
off,
this
Fishburne,
Jeremy Irons.—Anthony
Lane scraps
history,
and threads
of fanciful
imagrequest
you
to
stay
will
come
with
of
her
affairs,
and
stands
in
direct
are provided to let us feel like hotshot types,
in oilfrom
paints,
landscapes.
ing shelter
theof
rain
is composedThose
of mul- writer J. K. Huysmans that Degas
(Reviewed
in Kishōtenketsu
our issue of 4/4/16.) structure
(In wide release.)
ining—Napoleon,
for
instance, pulling
facesand
as
“A
Boomer’s
look
at
a
millennial’s
shacked
up
with
that
Spaniard,
don’t
but
a
unpernicious
potboiler
pushes
grafted
a not
3-D
rendering
contrast to
Tchilavski’s
selfattentive
control.
connoisseurs, bending in to delectate in subjects
don’tbackgrounds;
much
engage
Degas,
whoof regarded
women
with “an
atiple
phlegmatic
allure
usually
he stalks the museum’s great galleries. There is
Berlin’s
Olympiastadion
is designed cruelty, a patient hatred.” That rings
even think about returning. I’ve al- Born
treachery.”
Through
mymight
father’s
wisely
peppered with Verfrem- even
prods
but
never
proceeds
the
nuances. The
occasion
rankle wasn’t
anNazi-era
outdoors
kindnext
of rat
guy.
to Be Blue
a modern
section,
concerning
a cargo ofwith
art
seen
in
basements
infestto slowly
crumble
over thethis
thousand
years. Paulina Tchilavski, born of Polish
This
bio-pic
about
the jazz trumpeter
and singer
a storm-struck
ship.
the elements
ready
sold
the
horses
for
glue.
departure
back
to
St.
Louis.
dungseffekt ultimately
deflates
into onany
without its payoff of a final room of firstHefacile
liked
to watch
women.
For
a true.
Certainly,
there’s
scant
desire.
pretense
ofWhat
thebinds
pleasures
that
The
“Travel,”
in
which
a
single
tracking
decent
in
a
tent
behind
a
Wawa,
has
ed.
Their commitment
only rarely
Chet Baker (Ethan Hawke) focusses on two piv- of the movie—and confirms Sokurov as a detershot travels
a lush jungle to an urban park,
rate paintings, pastels, and drawings: viewer,
thatfrom
characteristic—clawing
at Degas
gives
little
signsome
of wanting
grandiloquent
rodomontade
of a mined
pervade
previous
projects.
otala episodes
in the musician’s
career, both from
essayist,Allen’s
at times opaque
or grandiose,
yet
a
classic
grace,
which
women
has a Muzaksign instructs
seems
put worthy
on.
Isoundtrack.
for one Ahope
life women, but only of liking to subject
Appendix III: I’m sure I could get thedenouement.
Degas
hitting on all cylinders.
present-day
sensitivities—may
well
mid-sixties. One, Baker’s
performance
as him- never
vague—is
a feeling
for the doubleness
of
My Apartment
Featuring
a
decidedly
With
Albert
Brooks,
Anne
Haviewers: “Please do not enter the installation never find, despite the generous
in a dramatic movie about his own life, is fic- our cultural inheritance. We cling to it, through
imitates
art and
I candetachment,
soonFeel
shed
them back before they’re turned. selfnon-diegetic
OnWife:
its own
limited
the show interfere
with
aesthetic
to his very particular, somewhat
during projection.”
Alternate
advice:
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“My
When
didterms,
the cheating
score
by Randy
New- thethaway,
Edlife;
Harris
a all
zombiamounts of high-end yoga and
tional; the other, a brutal
beating
that cost Baker
centuries,and
for dear
and yet,as
like
lives,
once
you’ve
leave. Through
April 30. creepy gaze.
does
yield
useful insight into Degas’s as
themortal
showentered,
unfolds.
are women
Please come home.
this
coil. to There
hisman.
front teeth
and forcedGranby
him to rebuild his tech- it is
easily
swept away.
In Russian,
French, and
start?”
Indefinitely.
—Rupert
fied
Federico
Fellini.
—A.P.
were paid
for.
(Sean Kelly,
475 Tenth(lots
Ave., atof
36th
St. 212-239-1181.)
modernizing transition from careful ironing,
bathing
bathing;
also dance classes which—Peter
Schjeldahl
nique from scratch, actually happened. As told by German.—A.L. (4/4/16) (In limited release.)

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THE NEW
YORKER, APRIL
11, 2016
THE
NEU JORKER,
JUNE 20,
2016

Barkley L. Hendricks
In the sixties and seventies, the American painter
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African-American
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new land.
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fifty-sixthmeet-up
annual New
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Book
Fair, a wide-ranging
leader in the area
of African-American
art, offers
bilizing
experience
arriving
in a new
land.
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Ave.,
at 19th
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April
5-10.)
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of rare books,
maps,
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7) led by a monumental
mountain of meretricious films alongside classics, lure contrasts painfully with the grungy yetEighth
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for lovers
of rare
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and ephemera.
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various
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the nosed milieu that brings itheeeeere’s
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manuscripts,
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ephemera.
various
quilt
Harlem-born
artistseries,
Faith from
Ringgold,
Dance
of
Harlem
feature a vast
of The
notable
titles,exhibicov- part
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herthe
“Woman
on a Bridge”
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who aneo-noir
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vastascollection
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Bridge”
series, fromin
the
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its resurrection,
in
2012, this beloved ballet ering
art, medicine,
literature,
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pieces—grand
discovered truth by way of fiction, in such movies electrifying). Profiles of Levine in this magazine
Since
itsAnthology
resurrection,
inArchives
2012,
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beloved
ballet
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subjects
suchof
as a
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literature, and scale,
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photography,
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Movies.”
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Hispanico
photography,
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across
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hall.
Veteran
collectors
this fair the
Guggenheim;
the
collectionof
and
aesthetically,
but
its spirit
always
earns
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seum of the Moving Image; April
that here,(Oscar
intensely aware
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but
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thusiastic
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season,
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is
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theawait
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Maya
Angelou, sold
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housethe
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probing camera, he keeps under wraps, but his lasson). •a April
9 at
6:45:
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window
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City-dwellers
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auction
thusiastic
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season,
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company
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as one of the
city’s best—it
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prized price
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of many
European
dealers,
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last year.
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doubling
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ration
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commissioning
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Flamm
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even
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reserved
emotional
has offered a window into
thedirector
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offered
a
window
into
the
increasingly
varied
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Jeff Nichols
(1979,
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April
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at
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dance.
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Joyce
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sea-cook
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commissioning
female
choreographers.
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on jump
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president
Eugene
Flamm
“be- young
The
choices
aren’t
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Kunikova
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as
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above
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and Spanish
arena
of
contemporary
Latin-American
and
Spanish
whet
Now
standing
atop
for working with
children, and his latest fable is sect.—R.B. (Film Forum; April 8-11.)
(1979,
Pierre
Zucca).
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quests by property owners to divide and redivide units into ever
smaller living spaces, and this work is so profitable and simple
that many other jobs are going undone. Ray Griffiths, a hedge
fund manager in Manhattan who suffered a heart attack when
he realized his new walk-in humidor had been hastily sanded, is
suing his carpenter but ultimately blames the eastward expansion’s monopoly on skilled handymen. Griffiths, who is squash
partners with Deputy Mayor Tony Shorris and who helped fund
The temptation is to follow Harold Wilson’s example. Midthe William Amend Exhibition at the Met, is pressing hard to
dle East oil matters less to us than it once did, as Trump has
outlaw apartment subdivision in the five boroughs.
argued. But an American withdrawal from Persian Gulf bases
But Dr. Caster at city hall is aghast at the idea. “The crecould pose risks for Israel, among others. Iran and the Islamic
ation of teeny tiny apartments from what were once very small
State would certainly celebrate the event. Those bases also
apartments in what were once sausage warehouses and chemiprovide the U.S. Navy with access to the Indian Ocean, and
cal plants is the only thing we have going for us,” he explained.
bolster American air superiority from Pakistan to Egypt. As
“If we can’t cram miserable young adults into what are basically
Pericles reportedly said of an Athenian empire, “It may have
live-in bathrooms, it’s just a matter of months before the wave
been wrong to take it; it is certainly dangerous to let it go.”
of people landing in between Williamsburg and the ocean overTrump also argues that reduced defense spending abroad
whelms every unit of housing we have left.”
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lantic ocean will soon be one big liquid cemetery for the world’s
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problem is the Republican anti-tax extremists in Congress,
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torically low long-term interest rates. In all probability, the
the State of New Jersey. But when whispers of that plan were
U.S. can afford its global-defense commitments indefinitely,
first made public, real estate values plummeted so quickly in
and an open economy, renewed by immigration and innovathe affected areas that hundreds of homeowners rioted. Mayor
tion, should be able to continue to grow and to share the cost
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of securing free societies. The main obstacle to realizing this
video diary, vowed never to follow that plan.
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speaking to them on an emotional plane.”
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recent speeches to AIPAC. Clinton: “If we
look at the broader regional context, converging interests between Israel and key
Arab states could make it possible to promote progress.” Trump: “What kind of
demented minds write that in Hebrew?”
Otto brought up an analysis by the
language startup Textio. “They made the
claim that Trump’s language has more
‘feminine biased’ terms, like ‘beautiful
family,’ ‘wonderful team,’ and ‘lasting and
effective relationships.’ I don’t totally stand
by that, but it’s interesting.” She went on,
“Ted Cruz has made some noteworthy
word choices. During the Republican debate on January 28th, he used the Latin
‘ad hominem’ when talking about the personal insults Trump is throwing around.
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and a game of Minecraft. “I’d like all of
it. You’re paying, right?”
Moments later a parade of waiters
filled the table with plates of dessert
and English surveyed the sweets, his
legs dangling off the banquette. “My
parents disappeared early on in my life,”
he explained with the hard-nosed demeanor of someone whose parents had
disappeared early on in his life. “I don’t
blame them. Parenting in New York is
already intense. Imagine the pressure of
having the only living boy as your son.
Not to mention all the resentment from
the parents of the dead boys. It was just
too much.”
And then there’s the song. “For
years I tried to deny that it was about
me. But when you’re the only living
boy in New York, a song called ‘The
Only Living Boy in New York’ is obviously about you. I got tired of people
asking me if I really did get my news
from the weather reports.” And did he?
He crossed his arms, refusing to answer
what he considered to be an inappropriate question.
When Simon and Garfunkel released the song in 1970, English enjoyed his period of celebrity before a
depression set in. “Paul Simon was nice
enough. He brought me an mbira from
South Africa, but Art Garfunkel was a
real prick.” He paused, looking around
to see if anyone would scold him for
his language before continuing: “They
brought me out on stage one night
in Chicago and Mr. Garfunkel whispered in my ear, ‘You’re not in New
York anymore, freak.’ Who says that
to an 11-year-old boy?” He shook the
memory off and returned to a piece of
coconut cream pie.
Despite his fame, or perhaps because
of it, life has not been easy for English.
There were opportunities for paid appearances after the song’s initial release
and a bit of renewed interest after it
was featured on the soundtrack of the
2004 film Garden State, but offers dried
up following his inflammatory remarks
about the movie’s star, Zach Braff. “He
started it,” English insisted through a
mouthful of hot fudge sundae. “And he
had me blacklisted from the entertainment industry. I’d hoped to work as a
child actor for the rest of my life.” He
has not been able to support himself

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on the phrases “The Bronx smells great again” and “OMG found
a great deal on Ped Eggs in Astoria,” were retweeted thousands
of times, they do not appear to have had a significant impact
anywhere (except at the decades-old non-profit organization
Make The Bronx Smell Better, which now faces bankruptcy).
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more efficient to defend the core alliances disproportionately,
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ocratic societies are really compacts among peoples, through
Anne Semlick, a fifty-one-year-old flower shop owner in
their elected governments, to sacrifice and even die for one
East New York, learned her home stands in the path of the
another if circumstances require it. Demeaning those comjuggernaut when police officers detained four Penn State grads
mitments as if they were transactional protection rackets is
fighting over an abandoned end table in her front yard. Midcorrosive and self-defeating.
arrest, one of the young men asked Semlick if he could sleep
The security of the European and East Asian democracies
under her porch for $780 a month. After some hesitation, Semhas been vital to American prosperity and stability for seven
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decades, and it may remain so for seven more. The Middle
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ingly illiberal Turkey, none of our allies there are democracies.
pets—but her contact with young people has made their inSince 1967, U.S. forces have intervened half a dozen times in
evitable drowning in the Atlantic Ocean a problem close to
wars in the region, and it remains deeply violent and unstaher heart. Ms. Semlick organized several meetings at a nearby
ble. “Without us, Saudi Arabia wouldn’t exist very long,”Trump
church to discuss the issue but was surprised to learn few of her
has observed. Yet his policy prescription is the same: The Sauneighbors shared her concerns. “Most people were mad their
dis should pay more for the “tremendous service” that our milrents were going up, and they just wanted to know if there was a
itary provides. Saudi Arabia already devotes about a tenth of
way all the new people could drown before they moved to New
its G.D.P. to defense, one of the highest rates in the world.
York.” Half a dozen meetings later, the group continues to igThe kingdom and some of its neighbors could afford to pay
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even more, perhaps, but that wouldn’t alter their instability or
under twenty-five and is instead focused on “strangling,” a new
the toxic pathologies in their relations with the U.S., which
form of land-drowning.
have been created in part by anti-American sentiment among
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Roger Klunkman
pretty quickly.” He grins, then spits a
plug of tobacco onto a nearby pigeon.
Manhattan isn’t Roger’s only
stomping ground—he’s “gone” on the
streets of four boroughs. “Yea, I do
Brooklyn a lot, every now and then
I’ll make it up to Ridgewood, and I
have been known to hit some places
in the South Bronx.” His companion wonders whether he’s considered
Staten Island. He gives a knowing
smile. “Oh no. The last thing Staten
Island needs is more hot feces.”
—Langan Kingsley
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THE NEU JORKER, JUNE 20, 2016

1
OLD
DEPT.
DEPT.FRIENDS
OF WHICH-CRAFT?
WITHOUT
A
PADDLE
TOIL AND TROUBLE

n a recent Monday afternoon,
Eugene
and Catherine
O’Hara,
NE Levy
RECENT
MORNING
were insitting
town, taping
an
episode
of the
on a bench outside
“Tonight
Show”
at
NBC.
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talking
a cafe on the border of East-East
about “Schitt’s Creek,”
the Canadian
sitWilliamsburg,
South
Greenpoint
com
on
which
they
co-star,
now
in
its
and the up-and-coming neighborsecond
season,
they
played
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hood Dump Area, three new mediawithwitches
Jimmy Fallon
and cups
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girl
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Levy
and yelled out omnious prophecies
said,
“Cat,
tongue.
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tongue.”
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thick
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up.
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Alanna Bishop, staff writer your
for
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online
magazine,
came
NEW YORKER, APRIL 11, 2016
up with the idea for her coven to
get together on mornings when
they get to work from home, and
to take their powers of augury to
the streets. Said Alanna, 26 with
lavender-pink hair: “everyone reads
Tarot now, so we just wanted to do
something different. And it’s fun to
make up some stuff that isn’t just for
Content. Though if we say anything
particularly good, I do tweet it.”
The other witches joining her
were Alana Doyle, a staff writer for
a feminism website, and Ylana Eliot, a staff writer for a glossy magazine that comes out three times a
year and costs $50 an issue. Alana,
who was wearing leggings printed
with tiny Satans, explained that they
posted the day’s prophesying location on their Woman Power Brunch
secret Facebook group, and whoever
is around will show up.
Ylana explained to a volunteer
witch (me) that the only fortunetelling requirement was to say
something bad would happen. “And
make sure you’re targeting the right
people—only men, and only people
who believe in capitalism. Like that
guy.” She gestured to a man wearing
a collared shirt.
A stream of men passed and the
witches tossed out some prophecies.
“You will be CEO, but Fortune will
run a cheesy photo of you on your
motorcycle in a profile and the in-

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Alanna Bishop
“This is honestly a feminist act,”
said Alanna, finishing the last of
her coffee. “Men stand on the sidewalk and tell me to smile, make
comments about my body all the
time. This is the female version of
that.” As a man ran by, she yelled after him: “The sports team you love
most will lose a key player to a knee
injury in the off-season!”
After about an hour, the witches
spotted a tall woman with two Miley
Cyrus–eqsue creature buns of platinum blonde hair—Alaina Choi, another member of the coven. “Something wicked this way comes!” yelled
Alana. Responded Alaina: “Haha, it
me.”
—Bythe Roberson

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—James
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THE NEU JORKER, JUNE 20, 2016

23

IMAGE BY ANDREW LIPSTEIN

ILLUSTRATION BY NATHAN YAFFE, CHARACTERS BY DEVON RODRIGUEZ

ing coming out.” Richard shakes his
head. “It’s all in the timing—first
thing in the morning or right after
lunch? I know that’s gonna be a successful day.”
Like any New Yorker, Roger has
gotten a fair amount of quizzical
looks over the years. Most Manhattanites don’t bat an eye, but the ritual
baffles tourists. “I’ve had people want
to take pictures with me. Me. Roger Klunkman from Bay Ridge! One
time a guy just crouched next to me
and started barking like a dog.” He
also has faced a fair amount of injuries. “You see this?” He lifts his rear
flap a little—an unmistakable tire
tread scar. “Hit by a bicyclist in the
middle of Eighth Avenue. But that
one was worth it. It was a great shit.”
His hobby has also taken a toll on
his personal life over the years. “My
wife thinks what I do is crazy, just
crazy—but I say, what do you prefer?
That I sit around here bothering you?
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have known each other for forty-four
years, and have played a couple several
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“You
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Levy.
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Plaza,
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As
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you’re on the wrong side of history!”
character, Johnny, is not the sort of legendary bumbler the actor has played in
the past. (Imagine Levy in the movies,
and he’s pursuing a mermaid and falling
down a flight of stairs, or singing “My

CHRISTOPH NIEMANN

to our data, people are still curious what
‘normalcy’ means.”
—Charles Bethea

ness.
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TEST
YOURAGENDA
KNOWLEDGE
OFFICIAL
FOR
OF YOUR
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WRITING
SICK
DAY
BY BLYTHE ROBERSON

GARY TAXALI

BY HALLIE CANTOR

8:00 A.M. Orient yourself to the idea of
waking up with the preliminary goal
of sussing out whether what you’re
feeling is normal alarm-clock-induced
grogginess or actual illness.
8:15 A.M. Table the issue by hitting
Snooze.
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points: you’re achy all over, you can’t
breathe out of your right nostril, it hurts
to swallow, and your head weighs about

utes longer than it usually does, because
you are so sick that every tiny action
feels like a herculean task.
9:15 A.M. Perform the same e-mail and
social-media checks you do every morning at work. But today you’re doing
them in pajamas!
10:00 A.M. Take this opportunity to touch
base with all the TV shows you don’t
have time to watch when you’re healthy.
Each show will require no more than

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COSTMY
OF
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the who
exquisite
The lives of the immigrant
women
tend to the needs of others.
BY NICOLE
SILVERBERG
BY RACHEL
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Emma’s first year at San Isidro
MnCollege,
in the Philippines, she saw

a horse begins,
strangely, in the middle.
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the
tieth
birthday,
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an
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registrar’s office, on a sheet of paper tisense
of failure.
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Andrew,
tled “Promise
List.”
showed the
names
and
I
had
been
married
over
ten
years,
of fifteen students who owed tuition
to
had
two
beautiful
daughters,
and
the school and the dates, long past, that
atheir
house
staffhad
of five.
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health
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most
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the initials of their names, were shocked
tasks:
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into
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debts myself
had been
made
public.
ing
a
bite
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fast,
towel—even
withdrying
a pen.myself
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to
my
youngest
lege’s guidance counsellor haddaughcalled
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Emma
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very
of a parasite
is its
“WeThe
only
didnature
it because
we were
so
clandestine
takeover,
and
so
it
was
with
ashamed!” Emma confessed.
myEmma,
dreamswho
of another,
complete
grew upmore
on a farm
with
life.
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first
it
was
just
a
glisten
deeleven brothers and sisters, paid herofdebts
sire,
so
small
I
hardly
noticed.
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over
by working in the college’s library during
many
it became
theatelephant
in
the dayyears
and taking
classes
night. Her
the
room—and
it
was
a
loud
elephant.
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The
was screaming.
readelephant
her assigned
textbooks the moAlas,
I
longed
a horse—
ment they arrivedtoatbecome
the library.
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not
necessarily
in
identity,
but
certainly
people could afford to buy the
books,
in
confession
that earned
andbehavior—a
as many as six
students would
stand
more
than
its
fair
share
of
scoffs.
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at a library table, crowding over one
text.
horses
are Emma
horses,”majored
I heard in
from
many
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she was
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eye
contact.
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if
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horse
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and extended
friends’
quest
for
eternal
youth!
metaphors, she could follow the plots
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the reputation
of American
novels.ofDuring
breaks
horses
have
earned
in
modern
society:
from work, she sat in the library
readmajestic
in the wild, “Oh
persecuted
in the
ing and exclaiming,
my God,
oh
cities,
but always
odd-toed
ungulates.
my God!”—a
heroine
had been
raped
Yet
to me itimprisoned.
was simple:
while
I have
or unjustly
Her
classmates
never
been
any
good
at
sports
or the
couldn’t understand how her reaction
arts
(no
matter
how
many
times
my
could be so visceral. “Just read this story!”
father
put
a
squash
racket
in
my
hand
she urged them.
or my
mother
put ballet
shoes onDemy
Emma’s
teacher
in Personality
feet!)
I’ve
always
loved
horses
very
velopment, a class on manners and hydeeply.
Racing
like a horse
like
giene, was
so impressed
by seemed
her reading
aand
natural
evolution,
a
way
of
honoring
writing that she asked Emma to be
the
main constant
in my
to
her assistant.
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thatlife—and
Emma was
have
some
fun!
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wasn’t
a
mid-life
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crisis.
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about
to be
take
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that within
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ried, an idea that Emma, who was sev-

I

26

Y JOURNEY AS

Andrew
and
I have a She
unique,
enteen,
found
insulting.
wasspetoo
cial
marriage
in
which
nothing
ambitious to assume the dutiesisofoffa
limits.
This But
has she
led enjoyed
to a fairthe
share
of
housewife.
comembarrassing
run-ins
(you
try
explainpany of her boyfriend, Edmund, a
ing
to yourstudent
in-laws
why,
in the
a feat
of
handsome
who
made
other
lovemaking,
you
entirely
de-tiled
their
Ringlets jealous. “I wasn’t thinking of
bathroom!)
but also
affords
a safe
marrying,” Emma
said.
“It was
just,space
Oh,
of
discussion
that
has
saved
the
there’s somebody who will bring anhouse
umfrom
at least
occasions.
brellaarson
for meonwhen
it’s three
raining.
There’s
And
so,
when
I
finally
him
somebody who will go to thetold
movies
of
my
ambitions—to
become
what
I’d
with me on Saturdays.” Within a year,
always
idolized,
to
gallop
and
trot,
to
she was pregnant. Her teacher said, “Do
become
a
horse,
and
a
damn
good
one
you remember what I told you?” Emma
at
that—he
listened.
wondered
if her
teacher’s prediction had

I

been a kind of curse.
CANNOT REMEMBER the first
She married Edmund, and returned
time I saw a horse. Growing up
to school two weeks after giving birth.
in the cowboy terrain of Arizona, they
She was frightened by the size of her
seemed to be a part of the landscape,
daughter, who she thought was about
as natural as the purple mountains or
as small as a plastic bottle. She and
rigid saguaros that dotted the skyline.
Edmund moved into a two-bedroom
Beyond the wash behind my house
wooden house with a thatched roof
was a small, private ranch, and on clear
made of palm fronds in Malaybalay, the
days I could peer over my back wall
capital of Bukidnon, a mountainous,
and see the thick chocolate burrito
landlocked province. She made her husbodies of my equine amigos.
band coffee every morning and did all
From clothing to framed paintthe cleaning and ironing. She considings to stuffed animals (whose yarn
ered herself “a little lucky,” because Edmane I would raggedly brush with my
mund’s parents ran a restaurant, which
own comb), my childhood was almost
relieved her of the need to cook. But
entirely populated with these comthe restaurant went bankrupt, a companions. They held a particular addicmon fate for businesses in the Philiptive magic no other doll or toy train
pines. Wages are low—the average
could match. I would sit for hours in
annual salary is thirty-five hundred dolour ornate playroom, stroking my little
lars—and more than a quarter of the
horsies with the tenderness and love a
population lives in poverty.
nanny gives to the child she cares for.
Raised Roman Catholic, like eighty
Other horse lovers of my youth
per cent of Filipinos, Emma knew nothtook pleasure in riding or grooming
ing about contraception. By the time
the beautiful beasts, but however many
she graduated from college, with a bachtimes my father took me to the stables,
elor’s degree in science, she had two
I couldn’t quite bring myself to make
daughters. Within fifteen years, she had
physical contact. A pensive, sensitive
seven more children, all of them girls,
child, I felt overwhelmed when conwho slept in bunk beds and on the floor.
fronted face-to-face with their majEmma paid two night-school students
esty. Who could blame a delicate girl
to care for her daughters while she
like myself ? After all, horses are quite
worked for the government of Bukidtall.
non, in the office of nutrition; she deInstead I was mesmerized by
vised policies and classes to prevent child

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The author went on a quest that was
IMAGE BY JAMES FOLTA

truly her own. There were costs, but it was a journey to which she could not say ‘nay.’

horses in competition, elite and sleek.
That seemed to me to be a special life:
to be groomed and bet on, like a beautiful woman. I’d play out these competitions with my figurines time and
again. It was an intensely private part
of my childhood. Sometimes my play
would be silent and I’d hold the winning horses in my lap, or if they were
small enough, in my mouth.
When I was eleven, my family
moved to the east coast to be closer to
my ailing grandfather. Horses became
a symbol of the life I was forced to
abandon. Is that a child’s perception
or the unmarred truth of a spry mind?
I consider this often over yoga.
For years after moving east, I’d gallop around the house, ask my younger
sister to sit on my back and attempt
to leap over the small bronze Degas
sculptures our parents let us play with.
I’d ask for punishment when I failed,
and for carrots and sugar cubes when
I succeeded.
I have become obsessed with this
image of myself as a girl, tentative in
action but aggressive in passion. It’s a
poor imitation of my father—but then
again, my father was inimitable.
“Bend it to your will,” he used to
say to me when he tucked me in once
a year. This is perhaps an unconventional message to relay to a young girl,
but my father was an unconventional
man. He fiercely protected that which
he loved: his family, his business, and
his antique collection of hospital bedpans. He was very charming, and not
very considerate.
His willpower is legendary in my
family. It is an oft-told story at holidays that, on the day of his wedding
to my mother, a record-breaking late
spring snow storm was to hit upstate
New York, burying my mother’s estate beneath 40 inches of snow—not
exactly the clear-skied, floral event
of which she had dreamed. The night
before the wedding, the sky already
turning to a deep foreboding slate,
my father ran into the meadow behind the house barefoot and furious.
No one knows exactly what he said,
but within two hours the clouds had
cleared, and the next day the outdoor
wedding bloomed perfectly into being.
You may doubt the proposed causality
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of the story, but to do so is to doubt
my father—something I refuse to do.
It would not be until he passed
away that I began to understand what
“bend it to your will” truly means.
“It” is whatever you need it to be,
and “your will” is your will. Could it be
that simple?

H

ORSE RACING HAS been around
since the times of Ancient
Greece; horses have been around
even longer. Once I graduated from
university, I did what so many ambi-

tious yet underprepared graduates do:
I reverted to childhood. I didn’t move
back in with my parents, but I did take
over a small four-bedroom apartment
they held in Manhattan, and couldn’t
help but feel idiotic for how small my
life seemed. I became obsessed with
horse races—not betting money, but
learning everything I could about the
jockeys, the horses, the different track
surfaces, and the derbies. If my love
for elite horses had gone dormant over
the four years I was immersing myself
in Latin, literature, and cheap champagne, it was awakened now.
Horse racing is, at its core, one
of the simplest competitions in existence. Though the particulars and
traditions change from country to
country, all horse racing determines
one thing: What horse is fastest over a
fixed distance?
The most common type of racing
is “flat racing,” in which the horse ridden by a jockey gallops on a track or
between two points to test its speed
and stamina. Tracks can be as short as
400 meters and as long as 2.5 miles,
though the most famous derbies usually test a distance of 1 or 1.25 miles.

In the United States, these races are
mainly designed for Thoroughbreds.
The birth of North American
horse races was Salisbury, New York
(now the Hempstead Plains of Long
Island), in 1665. The two biggest
competitions in the country are the
famous Kentucky Derby, held on the
first Saturday of May in Louisville,
and the Preakness Stakes, held two
weeks later in Baltimore.
I attended my first Kentucky Derby the year after college, taken by my
then-boyfriend who was something of
Tennessee royalty. His family had attended the Kentucky Derby since its
inception, and to join them was nothing short of a pre-marriage ritual to
test my compatibility.
Beneath the brim of my hat
(which had barely arrived in time
from France the night before) I could
see my boyfriend’s mother, as majestic as the horses themselves. Thin and
sinewy, she was an agile woman, darting from person to person to make
sure the social equilibrium was maintained. I could see how an eager firsttimer swept up in the moment could
mistake her for a horse, assuming she
was there for competition.
Inevitably, the weekend did not
go as well as planned. Perhaps I was
too distracted by the races, the horses
springing from their places and shooting like bullet stars past us. Or perhaps
I did mount my boyfriend’s mother, or
ask her to mount me. How the mind
decays as we age! All I know is in the
car back from the airport, I turned to
my boyfriend and knew it was over.
“It’s over, isn’t it?” I remember saying
to him. He replied with a nod: it was
over.
Many years later I would run into
him, once again at the Kentucky Derby. I was married to Andrew by then.
He told me his mother, the beautiful
horse-like woman who had ushered
me into the world of elite races, passed
earlier that year of cancer. That night I
neighed at my reflection in the mirror:
a small gesture for such an important
woman.

I

twenty-five the fall of
1992, when the country was bubbling in anticipation of the presidenTURNED

tial election. Andrew was stationed in
Iowa to work on the campaign, and I
felt lonely and idle waiting for his return.
In those days, print newspapers
still reigned supreme, and on weekday mornings I would walk around my
Upper West Side block to pick up the
smaller local publications, saying hello
to the regular doormen on my street.
(Is friendliness a lost pastime?)
One particular morning I was
combing through the classifieds section of the paper on the hunt for a
good hoot. I had been clipping the
most unusual bits from the paper for
months to assemble into a small scrapbook to give Andrew upon his return.
Sure, some husbands would rather
have the gift of American football
tickets, but what can I say? We’re intellectuals.
One autumn morning I found a
curious ad that read: “WANTED: RESEARCH PARTICIPANTS FOR HORSE
ROLEPLAY.” I was horrified, but in-

trigued. What could it mean?
I put the paper away, but over
the next several days, my mind kept
returning to the ad. I was afraid the
role-play was sexual or unsafe; I had
heard horror stories from girlfriends
about being brought to “interactive”
theatre pieces in seedier parts of the
city. Yet the word “research” had me
hooked. Ever since I was a little girl,
I’ve loved research almost as much as
I’ve loved horses.
Perhaps I was afraid to admit to
myself that however much information I had gathered about horse racing, there was still an element that felt
entirely unattainable: the feeling of
being the horse. Being a research participant in horse role-play would fill in
some of the gaps—or at least connect
me to someone who could.
I called the number from the paper and, to my surprise, was met with
a warm female voice on the other end.
“I’m calling in regard to your horseplay ad,” I said, so nervous I was already mixing up my words.
“When are you available?” the
voice on the other end said. “We have
sessions on Tuesday and Thursday
nights.”
I was overwhelmed. What hap-

pened in the sessions? Who exactly
was I speaking to?
“Are you still there?” the woman
asked gently. “The sessions last an hour,
tops. It pays $20 cash. You don’t have
to bring anything, just wear close-toed
shoes.”
Before I knew it, I was writing
down an address, having hardly said
five words over the phone. I looked up
the address in the phonebook and was
surprised to see that it belonged to a
psychology lab at New York University. Maybe the mystery voice wasn’t
out to get me after all.
When I arrived the following
Tuesday night, I was surprised to see
not an open space or a mock pasture,
but a set of cubicles, each containing
a computer monitor. I was led into a
cubicle and handed industrial-looking
goggles. It was explained to me that
graduate students were studying herd
mentality, and that my goggles would
adjust my depth perception. The experiment involved looking at different
photos of herds and pressing different
letter keys on my keyboard depending
on my instincts. It was terribly boring.
When I emerged from my cubicle
nearly an hour later, I felt dejected. I
had learned nothing from the “herd
mentality exercise” except that my fingers were sore. I made a mental note

to book a deep tissue massage; for the
disappointment alone, I’d earned it.
I was halfway out the door when
I remembered something curious; I
turned back to the proctor.
“Why did you say I needed to
wear close-toed shoes?” I asked, with
maybe a bit more bite than I intended.
“Randomly selected participants
also have to operate a foot pedal,” the
bespectacled girl squeaked. “Not you,
obviously.”
I stomped out of the room, feeling personally attacked. Why had this
research project advertised itself so
vaguely? Why couldn’t they research
something I was truly interested in?
And why was I so disappointed? It
made little sense.
In the weeks after the lab, I started doing research to see if there was
a service like what I had been hoping
the experiment would be. I wanted
someone to teach me how to embody
a horse so that I could, in my spare
time, find personal enjoyment through
galloping and maybe one day compete.
I had difficulty finding an instructor,
but I realize now that this was a pivotal moment for my passion and me.
Before I knew it, Andrew returned
from Iowa, and a week after that we
became engaged. With wedding plans,
the horse dream would have to wait.

“Crab? Like the animal?
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29

B

I was pregnant with
our first daughter, Mattalia, Andrew and I had started living upstate
more than half the year.
When speaking to my best friends
in the city, I would feign frustration
at the lack of culture and activity in
our new rural home, but in truth I appreciated the calmer lifestyle, simpler
people, and the opportunity to have
quiet time with my husband before
the baby came. Besides, anyone will
tell you July in Manhattan is not the
ideal place to have swollen ankles and
a small bladder, no matter how nearby
your driver is.
Throughout my pregnancy, I recalled a pregnant mare that had lived
on the neighboring ranch when I was a
child. I watched that horse obsessively,
in awe of how spry she continued to
be throughout her pregnancy. A horse
does not “bag up” (start to show) until
the final month or so of her gestation.
Certainly mares are tender or sensitive to their foaling, but it seemed
minimal compared to what I was going through. I couldn’t help but laugh
when I realized that I felt jealous of
pregnant horses. (Though I’d like to
stay thin until the last month I must
admit, the human nine-month pregnancy is far preferable to the nearly
year-long equine one!)
Nevertheless, my pregnancy was
healthy and I was continuing life as
Y THE TIME

normal. Upstate, I had started my
own business: a small artisanal soap
company to benefit cow sanctuaries (a
bit of irony, to be sure) and I felt an
incredible sense of purpose. The company, cleverly called Milk Soap, was
run out of our spare barn.
I would spend hours watching the
soap being poured into molds, inhaling the natural scents of our organic
masterpieces. It was quite soothing.
I had a feeling of arrival in my life;
I had somehow achieved a life as
prosperous and satisfying as the one
my grandparents had, and to make it
more special, it was in the same region
of the country as they had lived.
After Mattalia was born, I entered
a state of bliss. Gone were my petty
concerns of being the best liked in my
social circle, or even the important
concerns, like wearing the most fashionable outfits. I was completely content to just sit with my wet nurse and
Mattalia. Everything felt destined.
Three years later, my second
daughter was born. It was a difficult
pregnancy for me, Andrew, and our
surrogate. But on a special rainy autumn night, Genna was born, and our
family was complete.
I never had a sister, but Andrew
had four and was close with three of
them. I’m grateful for the friendship
and sisterhood they’ve extended to
me, and the example they’ve set for

“If I were you I’d be very careful before I said something
I thought was funny.”
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my daughters. Andrew’s oldest sister
Elizabeth still lived in the city and I
loved to visit her. Elizabeth is a thin,
spindly woman with muted blonde

hair and soft features. She’s a living
wisp of smoke, enchanting and elusive. Her penthouse is full of classical
portraits of various pets—an eclectic
take on the Greco tradition all of Andrew’s family adores.
It was in her study that we were
tasting wine and daydreaming about
the warm weather coming our way.
The girls were three and six at the
time and were on a vacation with Andrew. I think it’s important for girls to
have alone time with their father to
develop an independent bond.
In a few months the school year
would end and the girls would go
away for a special summer enrichment program. I couldn’t believe how
quickly they were growing up, but felt
excited for the independence I’d regain. Genna was a vicious little tyke,
with a particular knack for biting and
climbing, (“We both know where she
gets that from!” I’d joke to Andrew
with a jab.)
I was telling all this to Elizabeth
when something came over me. Before I could stop myself, I confided
in her about my side project: my own
authentic attempts to horse race.
I had great love for Milk Soap,
but that was work and I had been
looking for play (beyond what Andrew could give me!). All my friends
had hobbies that I found terribly boring. I’d accompanied them to so many
inane book clubs, tennis lessons, swim
retreats, wine tastings, ceramics classes, cheese monger tutorials, investing
seminars, and one ill-advised hour of
hypnosis therapy, that I was worried

it wasn’t the hobbies that were the
problem, but that it was me! But that
couldn’t be.
At that point, I was giving Mattalia piggyback rides down the hallways
at her constant request. To my surprise, I found greater joy in that than I
had in any of my attempts at a hobby,
and it wasn’t the joy of parenthood: it
was the love of having the weight of
a small child on my back. Soon I was
experimenting with the form. At first,
I’d try to hold her on my back while I
moved on my hands and knees, trying to propel us forward, but Mattalia
kept tumbling off and knocking into
the walls.
I tried various ways of strapping
her to my back and holding my own
weight before landing on a sustainable
arrangement. Wrapping my knuckles
in masking tape for padding and putting my back weight on the balls of my
feet, I was able to position Mattalia on
the small of my back and carry her for
several yards at an impressive speed.
Mattalia laughed and laughed but I
didn’t care. I was thriving.
I wanted to share it with someone besides Andrew. Of course Andrew would enjoy the sight of me with
my rump in the air but what would
an outside eye make of it? Secretly I
wanted permission from someone to
pursue this—my new hobby—more
seriously.
Whether it the wine or the giddiness that led me to show Elizabeth,
I’m not quite sure. But I downed the
rest of my glass and offered to show
her my new “trick”—an impersonation (in a sense) of a racing horse.
Elizabeth agreed, cackling at the image of a stunning, lithe woman like
myself lowering myself to the floor.
But when I started galloping, Elizabeth’s reaction turned almost solemn.
I panicked.
“Do you like it?” I asked. “Of
course, it’s not as good as the real
thing. But do you think it’s authentic?”
I was surprised by the insecurity in my
voice. Elizabeth erupted in unreadable
laughter.
“Sure it’s authentic, honey. It’s
also freaky,” she exclaimed. The word
“freaky” sounded uncomfortable in her
mouth. It wasn’t a compliment. I love

WHITE SPACE

Finally, on this page. Blankness.
Margins. The rest of the magazine
so dense with packed columns, but
here, at last, somewhere to write down
the name of that Pilates studio
on the Upper West Side with the all-Dire Straits
playlist, or the phone number for a play–centric
babysitter for Caleb and the other one, or
just space to draw a serpent winding its way
through the stanza breaks which
you don’t know why they are where
they are. But you can give the serpent
some sick stripes and maybe make
it breathe fire. And fill in the background
with 3D boxes and lightning bolts. Take up
every last square inch. You can always stay
home with the kids and play “Sultans of Swing” on
repeat while doing crunches on the floor
—Chris Michael Shea
compliments, and had wanted one.
“Let’s get you a glass of water to
bring you back to Earth,” she said as
she rose from her armchair and glided
into the kitchen to chastise a maid.
I brushed the dust off my knees and
went to the restroom to freshen up. I
wasn’t humiliated; I was determined. I
felt like all the women I’d ever looked
up to as they described facing adversity. I knew my gallop was worth something. This was going to be more than
a hobby; it was going to be a lifestyle.

A

S WITH ANY competitive athlete,
my life began to take shape
around my practice. I purchased four
Thoroughbreds to put in our spare
spare barn (built in case Milk Soap

should ever expand) and spent a great
deal of time studying them. The horses’ previous owners had trained them
for racing, and so I hired the famous
former jockey George Bush to ride the
horses and keep them active.
Eventually, George Bush became
a part of the family. The girls adored
watching him ride, Andrew enjoyed
his jokes, and I was summoning the
courage to ask him to train with me.
I was still keeping the hobby secret from most of my friends after
my demonstration to Elizabeth. I had
tested the waters with several women
in my circle, but they didn’t take me
seriously. Is it the modern war on sincerity that prevented them from believing in me? I don’t know. I couldn’t
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.
help but feel like I was being punished
for my creativity.
George Bush was a strange little
man with a tendency to start every sentence with the phrase “Quite
frankly.” His jockey career had ended
after allegations of stealing from his
employer, but I’d been keeping a close
eye on the horses’ bank accounts and
nothing seemed askew.
I had been subtly trying to gauge
George Bush’s interest, but the man
wouldn’t reveal a thing. I knew I had
to ask him straight.
“I’d like to learn how to race,” I
said to him one night when I was visiting the barn to check on the beauties. “Would you be willing to train
me?”
“Quite frankly, I’m not sure what
you mean,” George Bush said to me,
raising his brow. “You’re no horse.”
I thought I was going to boil over.
I was so sick of being confronted with
not being a horse. Was Serena Williams born a tennis player? Of course
not! She was born a baby and she
learned a set of skills. My father had
always maintained that passion and
determination could open any door as
long as you had money to back it up.
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I’d lived my entire life under the umbrella of that philosophy, and I wasn’t
going to depart from it or give up just
because someone else hadn’t gotten
the memo.
I offered George Bush double pay
and explained my need to him. My
boredom with the “normal” activities
that had been afforded to me (as a
woman!) simply wasn’t enough. Surely
he could understand that. We made
the first appointment to train. I was so
thrilled that I read bedtime stories to
both my daughters that evening.

I

decent starting out,
but was nothing compared to
what George Bush was used to. For
the first several weeks, I engaged in a
series of tests, measurements, and exercises that left my body ragged and
exhausted at the end of every day.
Andrew would carry my limp
body to the tub and help me bathe.
“No one’s making you do this,” he’d
coo to me. But he was wrong. I was
making myself.
In little time, I was in the best
shape I’d ever been in my life. My thin
bony legs were now enveloped in a
lean layer of muscle, and my back was
WAS PRETTY

etched with definition. I didn’t even
mind that I’d put on 3.2 pounds. To
my surprise, I could pick up Genna if
for some reason I wanted to!
Yet certain challenges felt insurmountable. For example, the very
existence of my collarbone was troubling. Horses’ forelimbs are connected
directly to the spinal column by impressive muscles and ligaments. No
surgery or physical therapy can correct this in humans. Furthermore, my
knees were all wrong. Horses’ “knees”
are more akin to a human wrist, comprised of carpal bones. How was I to
fully compete with horses without
these basic biological attributes?
These differences were agonizing
and at times tempted me to throw in
the towel. Had any athlete faced this
type of adversity? It was unlikely. Yet
I took inspiration from their stories,
reading biographies of athletic icons,
hoping to absorb resilience through
the pages as Andrew slept beside me.
What I lacked in anatomy, I
strived to make up for in authenticity.
One of the more challenging aspects
of those earlier days was internalizing a horse’s four-beat gait. Before
George Bush came into the picture, I
was galloping in two parts: my arms
together followed by both legs. But
horses move in a four-part sequence:
left hind leg, left front leg, right hind
leg, right front leg. It comes intuitively
to horses, but it did not, frustratingly,
to me. As the legs leave the ground, a
horse is supported alternately laterally
and diagonally, using slight head adjustments for extra balance.
The missing puzzle piece was discovered one night when I was having a steam before bed. It had been a
particularly stressful day—Genna had
accidentally swallowed a diamond,
small but of great sentimental value.
As I wrapped my hair up in my towel
it occurred to me… perhaps if I were
to wear a weighted headpiece, my balance could be improved.
The next morning I shared this
with George Bush, who was elated. He
rarely gave me strange looks anymore.
“Quite frankly, we could weight
other parts of your body for accuracy
as well,” he said. Seven weeks later I
had my horse suit.

The suit was still a prototype then,
and wasn’t nearly as fashionable or organic as I’d have liked. But from the
moment I put it on, I felt positively
ferocious.
I was only able to devote a few
hours every couple days to my new
hobby of horsedom, and as much as I
wanted to give more, I felt guilt about
prioritizing it. I didn’t want to leave
Andrew with an unfair share of the
parenting or staff control. So many
other mothers have commiserated
with me on this very same dilemma—
the desire to be the perfect mother and
wife, but the need to answer a different, perhaps higher, call.
And, on top of all that, we were
still spending several months a year at
our place in Manhattan. Genna was
enrolled in two kindergartens (one
upstate and one in the city) in order
to allow us freedom to travel. Mattalia,
now nine, was on a fast track to becoming an Olympic skier, and would
go to Italy and Switzerland for months
at a time to spend time on the slopes.
We were proud of Mattalia, who
clearly possessed a warrior’s spirit.
Brilliant, athletic, and resourceful, our
sweet girl was conquering the world. I
wanted to be just like her, and couldn’t
help but notice the irony that my pursuits to emulate her meant that I could
not be present to support her. She’d
started calling me “Mommy Nanny”
and the nanny “Nanny Mommy.”
Could I live with that?
Every time I pushed forward with
my horse work, I was inevitably missing dinner or a parent-teacher conference or a qualifying Olympic trial.
I was frustrated and felt, for the first
time in my life, quite lonely. Wasn’t I
entitled to a life of bliss and purpose?
Yes, I had a family and a business and
homes, but that hardly mattered.
Then my father fell ill.

W

do wish I had made a greater effort
to see him more than once or twice a
year. We were overseas for Mattalia’s
skiing with some regularity, but the
inescapable minutiae often won out
over an extra week’s travel to see him.
When I got the call that he was
ill, I was half-dressed getting ready for
a Milk Soap gala. I remember looking
back in the mirror and realizing how
beautiful I looked. It felt like a tribute to my father, to carry the genes he
passed on to me with such poise. I like
to think he’d say so, too.
By the time we arrived in London
three days later, he did not have much
time left.
I never spoke to my father about
my horse hobby, but as I sat with him
at his bed (at the very lovely British hospital that provided his care),
watching him channel his youth by
swiping and grabbing at the beautiful
nurses caretaking for him, he seemed
to know on some deeper level that I
was on the brink of something important—even vital.
When he took his last breath, I
made a vow to myself that I would live
his legacy as best I could. To “bend it
to my will,” as he so often said.
Later that night, I spoke with Andrew about my epiphany.
“If anything, doesn’t this mean
you should reinvest in your family?”
Andrew asked, brushing my hair. “I
know the girls miss you. Or at least I

think they do.”
As much as I had been denying it,
Andrew was correct. If I was going to
do this, I was going to need my family
by my side.
The next day, I flew Mattalia home
from Europe and informed her that
she would be taking a yearlong break
from her skiing trials, no matter the
impact. I withdrew Genna from her
Manhattan school. The entire family
would be settled upstate year-round
for me to pursue my horse hobby full
time with them by my side. But that
meant one final thing needed to be
done.
I shut down Milk Soap, letting
everyone in the company go. Horses
don’t own businesses, and so neither
would I.
My life had moved from a canter
to a gallop, and it was time to race.

T

been informally
racing the Thoroughbreds in our
barn for over a year, the time had come
for a real competition to showcase my
skills. This had become more than a
hobby to me; it was a side career.
We had built a track behind the
spare spare spare barn (for the horses
in case the now defunct Milk Soap
had wanted to expand), and hired two
more jockeys to work under George
Bush. We set the date of the race, and
got working.
The event was years in the makHOUGH I HAD

BELIEVE OUR
parents
are immortal until, suddenly,
they’re proving to us that they’re not.
Such was the case with my father, who
had retired to London a decade earlier. I missed him when he moved away,
but was impressed by the active and
cultured life he was leading abroad. It
isn’t helpful to dwell on regrets, but I
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33

ns, and no toilets—just two ians call it, is surely one of the great and I got a shock when I saw the back
approaches
he-grounding,
latrines
of athe
woman,
dressed
in aItdirndl
high- him for me to
butoutside,
I still with
had great
work to to
do.any cultural
As I pilgrimage
trotted out to
track,
I
mayand
embarrass
the castle
oncerting twig
hat, exiting
I’d and I made love
For brooms
monthspropped
I trained,site,
perfecting
my appearing
made eyeacross
contactthe
withcrowned
George Bush:
share from
it, butwhat
Andrew
Gulftoofthe
Trieste
of visualmy
throbs
hem. All of
the and
hut’spushing
seventy-myself
the empty
downstairs,
andsuit that night—a
form
brinkin a series
my mentor,
leader, thought
and my was
jockey.
through
my horse
like the
unabashedly
orgasmic build
were expected
to be filled,
and,Before
Later, on- on my internal
of physical
ability.
I knew
it, I approached
himoffor adisappearing
final brush.into
I the
finalwoods.
consummation
I discovered
Eichmann andand
his achievement. The
Rilke’s
poems.
1912,the
he wrote
e serious drinking
alreadyhad
going
two months
passed,
and the
race In took
groomtoasaan line,
opportunity
to that
transformation
guards
had stayed
the inn while
karst,Then
and the
harddining room,
this was
was upon
us. begin- friend, “We are in the
focus.
it was
time S.S.
for the
mount.
next atmorning
at the breakfast table,
fleeing
troops Iatheard
the endthe
of the
ened mountains
effeminacy
rike me as problematic.
Night morning
It was a Sunday
race, and forgoIthe
could
feel the weight
of U.S.
George
girlswar.
asking our chef, “I
that they
buried
underlast
the night—was there
any before.
vegetation.”
actually
quiteandGold
g to be a Ichallenge;
morning
had hardly
slept the of
night
It There’s
Bush on
my back
as I coins
stretched
heard
neighing
hutsthought
in the meadow
had been
up Andrew and I
a lot of
vegetation
.
was to be a mostly private
event,
at- myaround
legs, Ithe
feltcastle
all human
fly a horse
in thedug
house?”
ded that the
only by
way
to hanoccasionally
over
the
years. Our life, finally,
(andfriends
only Rilke
tended
a few
of the kids’
and could
outhave
of me. I was no longer a mother,
couldn’t
stop
laughing.
hadcomplete.
to choose a fato get myself
sleep immeimagined
the gentlehusband,
slopes and horse hobbyist—I sim- If Iwas
sometoneighbors
who were
interested
vorite stretch from my samnd to clear
mountains),
in out
the first
fuss.thing
I was in
glad nearby
to havetoanbeauply was the horse. I felt a deep conpling of theHEVia,
it would
ing. I had dience,
a sleeping
in my on but
thewas
path
itselfnection
is pure with my surroundings from
butpill
focused
what
most
VERY
ESSENCE of being alive
be the part is
ofone
the of
Blue
trail We are forced to
ase, whereimportant.
I’d also stowed
my about
karst:
waterThis was
me.fantastical
Would my
fellow competitors to the ground
change.
that passes
through
ens container.
A minor
misinto my hoof against. I knew that
I succeed?
Could
I? eroded stone, fissured
I scraped
adapt, and
it onlythe
behooves us to find
Walsera villages
the Pied- that brings us joy.
the day a final
twist.
clintsfinally ascended into a humble
Infarcical
previous
trials,what
I wasgeologists
able to call
I had
path ofof
adaptation
mont. TheI think
landscape
the lens solution
leaked,
andoften
grykes—blocks
and
beat the had
oldest
horses, but
lost to self-actualization.
of mywas
father, who followed
thicklyhis
forested,
Chi- and lived a long,
olving mythe
precious
narcotic. racers.
cracks—and fluted like
more experienced
I thought the race would be a blur
whims with
responsibly
andcontinents. I think
s no alternative
but tofrankly,
lick theit’s cake
icingfault.”
or pinched
into
“Quite
not your
of adrenaline,
but I was hyperawarenese-looking
of fruitful lifecrags
on three
knolls
Theloving
villages
were who chooses to
ut. I was doing
this,Bush
my tongue
rigid
waves
an arrested
ocean.
George
would say
to me,
andlike
I every
moment.
I could feel
thescarved
motionin fog.
of my
husband,
miraculous
an ingenious,
ep in the knew
case’s plush
interior,
headed
into
Austria,
and of
he was
right. But II then
wanted
to north
of my
legs,
the pattern
my gallop,specimens
all neverof question,
but always declines
low-impact
culture.
were
minia-of George Bush. I
e door opened
the to
Swiss
resumed following as
thenatural
Purple trail.
One itself.
win toand
prove
everyone—Elizabeth,
as breath
I was postoThere
answer.
I think
funiculars
bringing
in supplies
me in. Anfriends,
awkwardmy
pause
fol- Andrew,
stretchmyself—
of it passessessed
near the
father,
by Altaussee
the intense ture
ambition
thatfor think
of my
daughters, who are being
streetsand
are Itoo brought
steep andupnarrow
for
which I decided
would
mine, where the
Nazis
hid me
some
that thisitwas
timebe
well salt
spent.
had
guided
to of
that (the
moment,
by a mother
who believes
vehicles
on power and holdto try to explain.
They stared
theirthe
stolen
art. I dropped
downoffrom
I zipped
myself into
newest
placed second
fifth! cars), Richard Scarry-like
in finding
personal
treads for
garbage
and will compete in
ment, evidently
pristine
meadows—stillI was
emerald
greenas I caterpillar
versionreappraising
of my horse suit,
a functional
as elated
was exhausted,
ing the
on tight.
Mattalia
lifting,tostone
caged
in second time next
h-mindedwork
roommate
in August—and
looked
at eating
the oldthe heavy
of art.asAsome
childhood
friend was and
I was
sugar cubes
the houses
Olympics
for the
scythes
on isthe
okehead now
or very
specializedcouture
railbeds,
with salt
along wooden balconies,year,
an industrial
designer
in crystals
prove glittering
it.
andlying
Genna
already the “quirky”
chimneys
shingled
efore beating
a retreat.
I passed
tunnelsupon
and a subterranean
chapel
Paris,
and had
offered tothe
improve
After the
race, stone-covered
Andrew ap-roofs,
one.
She dreams
of Yale Law School.
like tiny
localmy first race, I’ve
ifully quickly,
to the
dim roar
St. Barbara,
the patron
sainttouched
the first
version
for me.dedicated
Made of to
velvet
proached
me; he
my houses.
snout The schist-rich
In years since
rock
made into
everything
glitterclose
madly
in
nian drinking
songs, and
of miners.
swags
of fir my
hung
and purified
dirtleft
with burlap
and Years-old
gold gently,
petting
mane.
I nestled
competed
to eighty
times in both
the sunshine.
Walsersand
were
Ger-contexts. My body
ybreak theleaf
next
morning.
onnothing
the walls,
smelling
if they’d
just proud
accents,
the suit was
short
him.as
I knew
he was
of me, be-Theprivate
public
yond the hut,
I saw something been cut, the salt air
man-speaking refugees
and migrants
keeping
unof divine.
cause
I wasthem
proud
of myself.
has stayed
taut and athletic, and my
n the gray light below me: a naturally fresh.
who spread southmind
through
the Alps For entire days
has sharpened.
That evening, I stayed at Blaa-Alm, during the MiddleatAges,
nimal with big horns. It was an
improvising
a time,
I’ll find amyself in a horse
ugh in profile it looked like a an inn along the trail. The owners, who’d life style on the high
terrain where no- unable to commindset—practically
isreputable unicorn. I took out told me they were going to be gone for body else farmed or
lived. It with
was aspeech.
fru- Even now as I
municate
e and filmed it as it ambled the night, left my room key in the en- gal life style, constrained
by the feel
de- stiff, aching to be
type, my fingers
e lunar scree. When I look at trance. It was an old wooden building mands of basic survival,
butInthere
wereI’m free.
hooved.
this way,
ge now, it seems the perfect in the Tyrolian style, deep in the mid- enough grace notes toWill
make
youtravel
feel exist in my lifetime
of that place: wild and dream- dle of silent countryside, with flower- that the inhabitants
enjoyed
their existime?
Perhaps.
I think often of the
marvellous.
hung balconies looking out on a meadow tence. In a little museum
momentintoAlagna,
which II return. Would I
full of small farm buildings, and I seemed admired a teaspoonspeak
carvedtowith
mya hand
ex-boyfriend’s mother
ng the entire Via Alpina to have it entirely to myself. A wooden holding a rose. who introduced me to derbies? The
It’s the looping continuum
the trail who, by failing,
ld take years, so after leaving staircase led up to a large bedroom in
meek lab ofproctor
Alpina me
what
it is.success
It
National Park I got into a car which the walls, ceiling, and every other that makes the Viashowed
what
meant to me?
lose
yourself
the I would visit my
e to other sections of the trail. surface, including the light-switch cover, doesn’t take long toMy
dad?
No. Iinthink
travel:self.
the mornouthwest, I crossed into Italy, had been intricately panelled in the same rhythms of mountain
younger
descent,
egan a walk on the Karst Pla- butter-colored wood. It was very com- ing climb and long afternoon
If I could
go back in time to visky landscape pockmarked with fortable, even luxurious, if a touch sar- the dependably undependable
it myself as weather,
a child in Arizona, what
d sinkholes, and ended up at cophagal. I sat out on the balcony, watch- the never quite knowing
whatWould
you’reI let that small girl
would I say?
astle. It was here, walking along ing night fall and feeling as though I’d going to see over the
crest
of the
next Or would I walk
know
what’s
in store?
top path above the Adriatic, landed in a folktale about a traveller ar- high pass or who’s going
to emerge
from
right past
her, hop
over the back fence,
e claimed to have heard a voice riving in a household under some pow- the mist along the trail—though,
and walk onto unlike
the ranch to be with my
opening line of what became erful enchantment.
Ötzi, you can be fairly
sure equine
the stranger
greatest
inspirations? Yes.
There was nothing sinister, exactly, isn’t going to kill you.IHe
no Elegies: “Who, if I cried,
might
think
theyeven
would recognize me
“The
new issue
has the
a brilliant
analyzing
though
tall fir article
trees around
the the
ar me from among the
Angels’
want to be your friend.
We’ve
comeown.
that I think we would
as one
of their
meadow were
forbidding
in the dusk, far since the Bronze
The Sentiero Rilke, as the Ital- situation
Age. 
gallop.
in Syria
or something.”

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his first
scene,
he holds
a copy
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move where
on.” Excellent
in any
if field
he was
even
alive.
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was
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of endeavor, and a key toonce
the lovely
most
famous
knot
expert,
or
knotsman,
note of comic humility with which the
innatural-born
the world. Inbumptiousness
the 1980s, heof
was
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considered
a
popular
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date
for knighthood,
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over a career
movie
prevented from
into
spanning
several
decades,
admirers
a brawl. Jake and the otherhis
newbies
must,
have
included
the likes
of David
Camof course,
expect
a dose
of hazing,
and
eron,
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and have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman),
way to the sound of “My Sharona,” by another comely fellow, who spends an
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Wants Some!!,” and it’s hard to think (Tyler Hoechlin), who loathes losing,
of a brighter start. The buck in ques- even at Ping-Pong; Niles ( Juston Street),
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have
end of the song we’ve already grasped thrown a pitch at ninety-five miles an
the unfolding shape of his life. He glides hour; and Dale ( J. Quinton Johnson),
past groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that
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piece in a game of pickup sticks. Still,
“Everybody Wants Some!!” and “Miles Ahead.”

is the home of William Wallace, Nessy,
and Arthur, depending on your source.
James Bond, like his first off-screen
correlative, is Scottish. The grounds
of Inverness Castle are supposed to
have been the residence of the historical King Macbeth. Five-hundred years
later, the exiled Mary Stuart sieged the
castle gates and decapitated the garrison’s governor, whom she described
as “headless in life and death” and “a
ninny.” Scotland has never been short
on stories.
Fittingly, Dunklin Donegan has
never tired of hearing them. If some
locals were skeptical of Schnotz’s
hoary mythos, Donegan remained a
zealot, despite having never seen him.
“Sometimes I feel like Paul,” he told
me, referring to the first-century proselytizer who persecuted Christians
before becoming an apostle. “I may be
late to the party, but I’m ready to get
drunk.” Donegan and I had originally
met through an online forum for the
Mongolian trance-jazz fusion trio,
Next Steppes. He regularly posted, and
we quickly struck up a rapport. I first
visited him last spring. Not long into
the trip, I discovered his fascination
with the obscure, mostly forgotten art
of knotting. He had discovered knots
as an adolescent, working the docks at
the Port of Inverness to help out with
family finances. His father was a failed
truancy officer, and his mother raised
Dunklin and four other siblings mostly
on her own. When he was thirteen, his
father left on a barge bound for New
York, where he would find another job
as a truancy officer, only to lose it again
weeks later. “He was lazy and forgetful,” Donegan told me. It was around
this time that he took up firebreathing.
Still, knots captivated him more
than anything. At the port, two older
deckhands, Fergus and Drewed, would
teach the young Donegan three to four
new knots each time they came to harbor, en route from Edinburgh or the
Shetland Islands to the north. “We’d
pull into town, and there would be
Dunklin, shouting at us from the quay,”
said Fergus. “‘Oh please, sirs, teach me
more about knots,’ he’d say. ‘I need to
know more about knots, or I’ll never
amount to anything.’”
Fergus and Drewed eventually

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taught Donegan about Schnotz, whom
they had known, and who had gone
into hiding about eight years prior.
“Larry was a real prodigy,” Drewed told
me. He said that Schnotz “was like da
Vinci, excepting that he really had no
talents other than tying knots. But, say
if da Vinci only had one talent—like if
da Vinci was the F. Scott Fitzgerald of
his day—that’s what Larry was: the F.

Scott Fitzgerald of knots. And me and
Fergie thought Donegan was the same
way, excepting that he was definitely
way worse than Larry at tying knots.”
The more he learned, the more
Donegan became obsessed. He read
every piece of literature on Schnotz he
could find and methodically worked
his way through Schnotz’s own voluminous bibliography. First, the basics:
“Knots for Knots’ Sake,” “Knots of ol’
Knapoli,” and “Larry’s Last Knot...
Not!” These books are essentially

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primers on the history and craft of
knotsmanship, published in the mid- to
late-seventies, and include tutorials on
some of Schnotz’s favorite standards.
From there, Schnotz’s oeuvre becomes
characteristically esoteric. There’s
“Knotstrodamus,” published in 1981,
followed three years later by “Knotsticism: Do Knots Exist?” and, in 1985,
“Knothilism: Knots Don’t Exist.” These
works are all but inaccessible to even
the most experienced knotsmen, much
less a novice, but they assume a Biblical
significance for Donegan. I thumbed
through some of his well-worn copies
and hardly knew where to begin. There
were rough etchings, occult symbols,
whole passages of the Greek poetess
Sappho, untranslated and previously
thought to be lost. One of Schnotz’s
more curious works, “Knot Knot Jokes:
Not Bad Jokes,” consisted of five pages
of pop-up figures, none of which were
knots (and, incidentally, none of which
were recognizable as anything at all).
Some have accused Schnotz of obfuscation. Ten years ago, in the midst of
one of Schnotz’s decadal renaissances,
the critic N. Q. Voldenheim announced
that the contents of six whole books
could be arranged into a single uninterrupted acrostic. If true, the discovery
was a miracle. But the acrostic followed
a complex code of lateral moves unique
to each page, and Voldenheim died
shortly after his discovery, before he
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rapher has recently built a computer to
sort through the code, but it will be at
least another decade until the acrostic
can be reassembled.
As Donegan drove us up Highway A835 toward Ben Wyvis, I asked
him why he was so fervently drawn to
Schnotz. He paused and took a breath.
“A lot of people I know tell me, ‘Well,
it’s just a knot, isn’t it? Who cares?’”
He gazed out on the empty highway.
Storm clouds had gathered in the distance. “Schnotz’s best knots are easy
and hard, simple and complex, because
he knows—life itself is a knot.”

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HE HISTORY OF knots is the
history of time. Paleolithic gorillas tied knots out of tree branches and
leaves to build beds. In 1923, a fishing
net was discovered in a Finnish peat bog
that dated back to 7200 B.C.E. Greek
seafarers made good use of knots, as
did their trade partners (and occasional
enemies) to the east in Anatolia and
along the Phoenician coastline. The
Romans added their own innovations,
some of which, like Caligula’s, tended
toward the prurient. But the knot is
perhaps most closely tied to our myths
and iconographies: the endless knot
of Tibetan Buddhism, the Hindu Pasha, Alexander’s severed Gordian knot,
the lasso of John Wayne, the lasso of
George Bailey. The word ‘knot’ appears
468 times in Shakespeare—a number
scholars note is significant not only for
its frequency, but because each digit
represents a unique rope loop.
Unsurprisingly, knotsmen are notoriously fastidious and use a hyperspecific lexicon: for instance, a rope is
not simply a rope. It has discrete parts.
The bight is a doubled section of the
rope that doesn’t cross itself; a bight
that crosses itself is a loop. The run-

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THREE POEMS BY TIM PLATT

Poem 1:
i.
The chameleon’s tongue is its most boring flesh
its springing shocks the weak-willed cadavers too
thoraxed to fly
ii.
the chameleon’s eyes dart as independently
as two brothers in the back seat of a moving car
straining their belts as they claw for different bags of sugar
on the packed ground

Poem 3:
Though derelict and dismal
Craig’s body grew and grew and grew.
bemused portentions magnify
a giant’s jar of pickled brewinfused with puss with piss and stink
and stuffed with stuff that giant’s drinkCraig froze affix’d upon the jar
for there was enough for two.

iv.
the chameleon is my favorite dang animal (lizard)

camera eyes confound aflash
betroth’d despite a poor review
Craig’s hands-beringed-grasp, lift to sip
the giant’s jar of pickled brew.
“Forsake the flare, despise the shinerespite from crimson fists and wine”
read ribbons banner’d round the hall
outline’d by glitter and glue.

Poem 2:
a glue spotted spaniel
a dog covered in glue
a pooch patched with glue
there’s so much glue on that dog
that dog is covered in glue

Braggin Bozos barely born
formed then reformed a merry crew.
Adorned their king’s thorn crown with drinkthe giant’s jar of pickled brew.
As liquids pour from cup to crown
the Bozos’ eyes glue on the frown
of Bozo King, King Bozo born
by the daughters of the coup.

iii.
the skin of each chameleon is the same in its variety
another boring cycle of change in a tree too used to color

—Tim Platt
ning end of the rope is the end you’re
not tying; the working end of the rope
is the end you are. There are two central categories of knots: a hitch ties the
rope to an object (or itself ), whereas a
bend joins two ropes or webbing ends
together—the taxonomy is extensive.
No one knows for certain how
many knots are in active use today, or
how many have been used throughout
history. Unlike bones, stonework, or the
kinds of relics and ephemera found in
an Indiana Jones film, rope yarn decays
over time, making it a pain for archaeologists. Knots probably reached their
apex in the 18th and early 19th centuries, between the Age of Discovery and
the dawn of steam-powered vessels,
when every Protestant European fam-

ily was expected to own, at minimum,
three books: the Bible, Bunyan’s “Pilgrim’s Progress,” and Clifford Ashley’s
“Groundwork and Enquiry into Knots
and Their Origins.” The English knot
historian Ethane McCaulay told me
that “at the height of the British Royal
Navy, during the Napoleonic Wars,
bored sailors that had endured months
without seeing military action might
know thousands of knots by heart.” Today, even among the knot cognoscenti
(of which McCauley is quick to selfidentify), that number has dwindled
to perhaps three to four hundred. The
most popular have stood the test of
time: the figure eight, the anchor hitch,
and the double-slipped reef knot, also
known as the shoelace knot. And while

there is an art to the craft, there is, nevertheless, a correct method; or, as Ashley writes: “A knot is never nearly right;
it is either exactly right or hopelessly
wrong; there is nothing in between.”
The knot that brought me back to
Scotland—the one that Schnotz was
rumored to have finished—is one that
knotsmen have been contemplating,
theorizing on, and failing to tie for as
long as anyone can remember. Like a
sugary carbonated beverage, or God
himself, it goes by many names, but in
the Highlands, at least, it is called the
Knot of Life. Fergus told me that the
Knot of Life “is basically the knot to
end all knots; a catch-all, a knot Messiah.” In other words, it’s a knot that is so
infinitely utilitarian it obviates all oth-

ers and, as so, boasts an almost divine
character. Ashley mentions something
similar to it, as have other commentators. McCauley, who is a professor
emeritus at Our Lady of Righteous
Plagues, claims to have traced its origin as far back as the ancient Minoan
civilization at Crete. In particular, he
points to the famous Cretan labyrinth,
which, as the story goes, the Greek
hero Theseus successfully navigated
en route to slaying the Minotaur. “The
labyrinth was omnipresent for the Minoans,” he told me over the phone. “It
was a seminal mythological image, a
symbol of life.” This much scholars
tend to agree on, but McCauley, as he
is wont to do, went further. He found it
“easy to see how the image of the laby-

rinth may metamorphose into the image of the knot,” which is “itself a microcosmic simulacrum” and “a thing of
fearful symmetry and terrible beauty.”
He continued that it was “not incidental” that, according to the myth, “the
maiden Ariadne had supplied Theseus
with a ball of yarn, i.e., a rope”—he emphasized this last point—“with which
to retrace his steps out of the maze. So
we have the symbol within the symbol;
we have a Russian doll set.”
While all this may fall somewhere
between benign lunacy and perfidious imbecility, nearly everyone I spoke
to on the subject echoed McCauley’s
enthusiasm. “Larry rapped on and on
about the Knot of Life,” said Fergus.
“He’d go weeks without sleeping, just
thinking about it—wouldn’t put hand
to rope,” Drewed concurred. They
said that in the mid-eighties, to usher
in some kind of revelation, Schnotz
moved to the countryside just beyond
Inverness proper. He fashioned himself
in the mold of a modern-day prophet,
and his behavior became increasingly
strange. He dieted on wild oats and locusts. With a nod to Descartes (knowingly or otherwise), he once walked
into the town’s laundromat, curled up
inside a running dryer, and meditated
for a week and a half. When that failed,
he thought a new hobby might spark
his creativity. He discovered a documentary on bagpipes—he had never
heard of them—and tried to teach
himself how to play. Even accounting
for the instrument’s infamous difficulty, Drewed told me that Schnotz was
remarkably bad. His nearest neighbors
from several miles away petitioned and
won a municipal injunction that forced
him to quit. Still, Schnotz sought inspiration. He tried falconry and lost
four falcons in three hours, all of which
returned a few days later to attack him
in unison. The following week he was
diagnosed with a rare strain of avian
influenza, or bird flu. The doctors indicated it was contracted from a separate
incident.
Nonetheless, although he’d grown
erratic, Schnotz’s disappearance a
few years later remained a mystery.
Throughout this period, he had continued to go into town to socialize, on
occasion. Friends said he seemed to be
straightening out. In 1989, he wrote
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39

one of the most commercially successful books of his career, “Red Rover, Red
Rover, Bring Larry Schnotz Over: To
Teach Us About More Knots.”
“One day he was just gone,” said
Drewed. “Haven’t seen him since.”

I

COULD TELL
Donegan was
nervous as we began to approach
Ben Wyvis. More than anyone I’d met,
he had placed all his faith in the Knot
of Life, and, in particular, Schnotz’s
Ahabian quest for it. As he told me, “it
was not incidental” that he’d taken up
knotting soon after he left the Scottish
Presbyterian Church of his childhood,
and it was clear that, for Donegan, the
Knot had replaced the Cross. (In conversation, he regularly referred to himself as a “guerilla atheist.”) Fergus and
Drewed were forthright in expressing
their concern over Donegan’s fanaticism, but they acknowledged that there
was little they could do. “There’s been
a great gape in Dunklin’s soul since he
was a lad,” said Fergus. “Something
that’s been missing, something, like,
numinous and elemental that’s not
there, and that he’s been fighting to fill
in with something else his whole life—
hence, the fire business.”
As he drove, Donegan tapped
his scarred fingers against the steering wheel. Soon, the southern hills of
Ben Wyvis were on our right, and, in
the distance, a steep, barren ridge shot
up into the gray sky. According to his
source, Schnotz was rumored to live in
a shack built somewhere into the side
of the mountain’s southern face, which
was inaccessible to vehicles. We drove
another three miles, parked by the
roadside, and began to walk.
For two and a half hours, we saw
no lifeforms, human or otherwise,
when suddenly some black mass of a
bird streaked overhead, startling us and
causing Donegan to cough up a large,
half-masticated block of cheese that
he’d exhumed from his pack pocket.
Soon, we reached a depression in the
mountain, which opened to a small
brook and waterfall, twenty feet wide at
the base. Donegan paused and peered
up to find the fall’s source, but a thick
fog had rolled in and obscured our view.
We leapt through. On the other side of
the fall, directly in front of us, was a
stairwell carved out from the bowels of
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“After we hook up I’ll want to blog a little.”

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the mountain. Donegan took off, and I
hurried after him in the darkness, feeling the way with my hands.
When the stair ended, I stood
beside Donegan on a ledge, threequarters of the way up the mountain.
A stream sprang from a crevice in the
rock to our right. To our left, the wall
sucked in and the shoulder widened. A
wattle and daub hut was in the corner.
Larry Schnotz stood before us holding
a dead raven and an iron-pronged shillelagh. He looked as if he’d been waiting.

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in the fashion
of your father’s bedside lamp:
round, splayed feet form a firm foundation, which sharply narrows in the
legs, bulges in the waist, thins in the
chest and neck, and is finally engulfed
by a conic shag of extra-white hair that
extends well past his shoulders. Despite
his fubsiness, Schnotz’s jeans were still
a size and a half too big, and he’d tied
a double-slip through his belt loops to
hold them up, resulting in an accordion
of pant creases. The rest of his wardrobe
CHNOTZ IS SHAPED

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consisted of a red turtleneck, a khaki
vest with a sheriff ’s badge pinned to it, a
turquoise bolo tie, a madras driver’s cap,
and a sleeveless white duster. His general demeanor was that of an effete wizard.
“I spied you coming along the
dale—you and the bird.” He held up
the mutilated raven like a Thanksgiving
turkey. I asked him how he’d procured
it, partly to ease into the conversation,
partly out of a genuine curiosity. He
pointed to an indentation in the rock
face above us, which he’d camouflaged
in heather and moss detritus. “I prank
the bozos,” he said. He shuffled to the
cliff ’s edge to demonstrate his trickery,
shadowboxing at the sky, a la Charlie
Chaplin. “They think they’ve found a
nest or snooze station, and they whizz
into my trap and bam”—he struck the
club against the rock—“I smack them
flat on the wall.” He smiled and pointed
beneath the faux nest, where the ground
was caked in feathers.
Inside, Schnotz’s hut was larger
than I expected. Lanterns hung from
log rafters, and a cataract of knots covered the walls, each one tagged with a

small paper label. I checked over two
hundred of these against my research to
ensure I hadn’t previously come across
any of them. I hadn’t. Their names were
typically Schnotzian: Paolo and Francesca in Hell; Pinkie’s Promise; the Savage Phoenician; the Jack and Rose Slip;
Chastity’s Buckle; Hamlet’s Solution;
Harry, Meet Sally. I asked Schnotz how
many there were; he had no idea.
As Donegan and I joined him by
the fire, he poured us two bright red
drinks. “Hi-C,” he said. “I make it from
the concentrate.” He raised his cup in a
toast, and we drank. Having broached
the reason for our visit, I asked him a
few questions, but Schnotz was reluctant
to discuss himself or his career. “What’s
you folks’ obsession with me, anyway?
You got a crush?” He giggled to himself.
“I try not to get so knotted up in the details of life nowadays.” He nodded toward the wall to tip off his joke. “What’s
you folks’ most favorite music group?”
he asked. “You like music?” (Schnotz is
interminably curious, and, when he asks
a question, he tilts his head to the right
and sticks his tongue between his teeth,
like a Bichon Frise.) “I like show tunes
and Smashing Pumpkins,” he said. “Billy Corgan came out of the cradle endlessly rocking!”
He reached under the kitchen table
for a small stereobox, inserted a CD, and
pressed play: “The world is a vampire!”
Schnotz sang along word-for-word to
“Bullet with Butterfly Wings,” raising
his arms above his head and pumping
his fists toward the ceiling. At the turn
of the chorus, he climbed on top of the
table, bouncing up and down like an
analog alarm clock. Donegan turned toward me; he looked baffled. By the time
“1979” began, Schnotz had been singing
Smashing Pumpkins for over an hour.
He stepped down from the table, took
a long draught of Hi-C, and started to
talk.

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in 1940 in
Inverness to his parents, Tim and
Elise Schnotz, née Nin. “My father was
a shoe salesman,” he told me. I asked
if that was how he stumbled upon his
love of knots. He looked perplexed.
“Oh, no,” he replied. “He sold clogs. I
never really worn laced shoes before;
never liked the look of them.” He
pointed to the ground: he was wearing
CHNOTZ WAS BORN

triple-velcro, eggshell white sneakers.
His father’s clog shop was a financial disaster for a panoply of reasons, but primarily because no one in
Scotland wore clogs. When Schnotz
turned twelve, his father rebranded
and changed the store’s name from
The Schnotz Shop to Clogs for Bogs.
It was a bold idea—clogs to wear in
bogs—but business stayed dismal, and
his already slim customer base soon
discovered clogs to be poor footwear
in marshy terrain. Most of the family’s
income was dependent upon Schnotz’s
mother, Elise, who was a half-sister to
the famed bohemian and erotica writer
Anaïs Nin. Anaïs pitied Elise’s provincial living situation and subsidized the
Schnotz’s modest, working-class lifestyle. Schnotz recalled his aunt visiting the family as a child and bringing
along Henry Miller, her lover at the
time. Miller seemed to leave a poor impression. “Father called him ‘priapic,’”
he said, leaning forward in his chair, as
he often does to solicit an explanation.
Growing up in Cold War Scotland
was tough on the young Larry. Tim
Schnotz was a member of the underground Revolutionary Highlanders
Workers Party, who, together with the
Lowlander chapter, were commonly
known as Sea Levelers. As a child,
Schnotz was confused about Scotland’s
turbulent political state (wholly elided
in standard American history textbooks). “My father came home from
meetings all wound up, saying wild
things like—‘Larry, the proletariat’s
day is nigh! Take up the sickle! Put on
your clogs!’ My mother sat in the corner and smoked cigarettes. She didn’t
heed him much.”
Schnotz never felt comfortable
discussing politics and tried his best to
avoid it. After school, rather than going home, he began to hang around the
Inverness pubs, where old men would
trade stories and impart wisdom. At
one point, the subject of knots came up.
“I don’t remember how,” Schnotz told
me. “It was just a thing old folks talked
about.” He started to try out some standard ties and quickly gained a knack
for it. Older patrons, discerning a raw
talent, encouraged him to continue developing his skills. Soon, Schnotz was
inventing his own knots. He started an
after-school club in which he lectured

classmates on theory and practice. Not
long after, some of the pub crowd started to show up. He published his first
book in 1967.
When I asked him about the
Knot of Life, he recoiled, nearly falling into the flame. (He reacted this
way every time I said its name, periodically spewing his Hi-C; the fourth
time I mentioned it, he shrieked.) After composing himself, Schnotz said
that he’d “first heard of it through the
older knotsmen, who’d heard of it from
their elders, and them from theirs, you
know.” In a striking admission, he told
me that the entire ordeal had been a
mistake, and that it had, in fact, motivated his voluntary exile. “I was being a
little boy back then, really getting into
myself, really—.” He turned flush and
made a series of obscene hand gestures.
He said that he eventually “got embarrassed. It was embarrassing to be believing in that hocus pocus. It don’t exist.” (At this, Donegan shuddered, and
the reflection of the fire flared in his
eyes.) When I asked Schnotz how he
could know for certain that the Knot
of Life was merely a myth, he shrugged
his shoulders. “Of everyone, I suppose I
should know,” he replied.
Schnotz told me that from 1990,
when he first fled to Ben Wyvis, to
2011, he didn’t tie a single knot. “I said
to myself, Hey, what have you done
with your life? Hey, I’m talking to you!
You’ve wasted it, sitting around, tying
knots.” He said that he’d “grown sick of
it.” He meant literally. At the sight of a
knot, he would “go queasy and just start
barfing stuff up. I’d wake in the morning, see an old knot of mine, barf. Go
outside, see a bag of knots, barf. And
when I tried closing my eyes, I could
smell them, or I’d run into them trying
to feel my way around, and barf some
more. For years I lived like that, barfing
on knots.”
One day, around the summer of
1999, Schnotz had a revelation. “Well,
I realized I could untie them,” he said.
The aftereffect of this notion was seismic. He became obsessed with untying
knots. “Take how much I loved tying
knots and make it bigger, like a bigger
amount”—he spread his arms out wide,
signaling for me to imitate him so that
I could grasp his analogy. “That’s how
much I liked untying knots,” he told
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me. “Much more!” He worked his way
through his own collection—what he
figured to be in the five figures—in
three days. The process was expurgative, “like working off a sin.” He visited
a tarn a few miles away that fishermen
frequented and began offering to untangle knots in their lines for a pecuniary fee. It wasn’t long until he had his
own business. Unaware of his identity,
the fishermen assumed Schnotz was
simply a hermit and respected his privacy. Nonetheless, in-the-know locals
soon started to visit, asking Schnotz
to untie other miscellania, like cornrows or dissolved friendships’ friendship bracelets. For twenty-one years,
Schnotz never took a day off. “After
a while, I stopped barfing,” he told me.
But, in 2011, something strange
happened. “I was sitting by the water
one Sunday morning, like I always
did, and my friend Lou’s fishing line
had gotten tangled up fearsomely bad.
He brought it over for inspection, and
it was a hot mess. Just spiteful. Like
when a dog gets real mean.”
He paused for effect. “You know
when dogs get real mean?”
I nodded.
“So, it was like that,” he said.

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“Most of the time it won’t take me but
two or three minutes to untie a knot,
even a bad one. But after ten minutes I
still hadn’t finished. I said, Hey, weird!
It took me nine hours to finish; Lou
must’ve caught a dozen fish on his other line at that point. But, by the time I
was done, I realized that was a beautiful knot, beautiful in its fearsomeness.
I handed the line back to Lou and
haven’t seen him or the lake since.”
“So you went back to tying knots?”
asked Donegan.
“Oh yes,” said Schnotz. “All these
in four years,” he said, pointing to the
walls. He looked at Donegan. “You
don’t know how to a tie a knot until
you’ve learned to untie one.”

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HE NEXT MORNING, Donegan
had the haggard look of someone who had suffered rough dreams
and little sleep. His eyes drooped, and,
as he tended to the fire, flames played
on his shirtless, pellucid torso, illuminating his entrails so that he resembled a gas station summer roll. While
Schnotz and I had stayed up late
talking, Donegan had opted to sleep
outside, clearly shaken by Schnotz’s
knot-of-life postmortem. “Just de-

flated, that’s all,” Donegan assured
me, on the drive back to Inverness.
When I told Fergus and Drewed
about Schnotz’s apostasy a few days
later, they were simultaneously nonplussed and suspicious. “Larry’s always up to something,” said Fergus.
“You really think he’s been hiding up
there for twenty-five years with nothing but a few thousand more knots
to show for it? He can tie a thousand
knots in a week if he wanted.” Ethane McCauley was more pointed. In
a series of e-mails, he called Schnotz
a “blasphemous, ossified crone” and a
“pussywillow’ed iteration of Kurtz, ripe
for this age of dilettantes, who daren’t
glance at the heart of darkness for fear
of what he’d find.” He then compared
him to a Holocaust denier.
The following week, I met Donegan at the same pub along the River
Ness; his favorite in town, he told me.
It was a pleasant autumn day—perhaps the last of its kind that year—so
we sat outside on the deck. Donegan
looked more tired than fraught, and
confessed that he’d been in a kind of
hypnagogic daze since Ben Wyvis. He
couldn’t remember if he’d slept. I noticed what appeared to be fresh scars
on his knuckles, but let it pass. When
I asked him how he was doing, he said
that it was “nothing new,” and that he’d
“been let down before. It was always
just a hope. I’m lucky to meet him at
all.” I explained how I had tried to
tease out more from Schnotz about
the Knot of Life after Donegan had
left the hut, but that I’d mostly come
up empty-handed. When I mentioned
McCauley’s labyrinth theory to him,
Schnotz mistook “Minoa” for “Samoa,”
the popular Girl Scouts cookies, which
led to a long digression on the G.S.A.
and whether I’d brought any. After
that, I didn’t mention it again.
Still, I encouraged Donegan: before we’d left the ledge, Schnotz had
made Donegan promise he’d visit soon;
it was lonely on the mountain, and he
could use a knotting partner. “Maybe
a Pyrrhic victory, after all,” Donegan
joked. He gave a small grin and leaned
back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and looking at the high,
red walls of Macbeth’s castle in the distance. “There’s a Scottish proverb,” he

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approaches
any cultural
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hole-in-the-ground
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with referring
of and
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dressed
in a dirndl and highsaid. “‘And
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the Knot
of said,
to thetoSmashing
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walked
inside.
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disconcerting
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kins’ 1993
right
before the
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in a seriesstardom.
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to them.
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the he
hut’s
was thetoempty
downstairs,
and
waited for
to continue,
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into alt-rock
cavortedthought
from display
display.
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unabashedly
of I disappearing
nine
beds
were expected
be filled,Having
and, like
into the woods.
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the
remainder
of thetoafterput the
in his
credit, he orgasmic
sat downbuild
group
passed was discussing
the merline,
I discovered
thata Eichmann
Rilke’s
In when
1912, ahesong
wroteits
to of
a the
serious
drinking
noon. Itwith
was some
a sunny,
cloudless
day,already
and going
at our table.
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occasion,
Albright
special,
knot used and his
S.S.toguards
stayeddiameters
at the inn while
“We are catchy
in the karst,
and the hardon intourists
the dining
was beginwe watched
fishroom,
on thethis
banks
reachedfriend,
a particularly
crescendo
in angling
tie twohad
different
fleeing U.S.
troops at
the endthe
of the war.
ened
forgo
the effeminacy
ning to
me as problematic.
of the river.
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they spoke,
they spoke Night
or climax,
he mountains
would pump
his arms
in of line together.
Another
debated
Gold
coins
that they
buried
the
of any
vegetation.”
There’s
was going to be a challenge; morning
of monsters.
the air and
holler
out to the
emptyactually
bar. quite
aesthetics
of the
Twined
Turk’s
head,under
a
hutsdecorative
in the meadow
had been dug up
lot ofhim
vegetation
the castle
gruesome.
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a questionaround
I’d meant
closed-loop
knot commonly
that
the only
way to hanoccasionally
over the years.
(and
Rilke couldhow
havecould found lining ship decks.
HREEI decided
MONTHS
LATER
Schnotz
to breach
lastonly
time—namely,
But Brooklyn
I had to achoose
dlein
it was
get myself
to third
sleep immethe their
gentleScottish
slopes an- hipsters weren’t the onlyIf patrons:
was
NewtoYork
for the
someoneimagined
who traced
sea a favoritethe
stretch
andKnot
to clear
out first
in back
nearby
be mountains),
annual diately,
Brooklyn
Festival.
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cestry
sixtogenerations
have the of bodies sprawled across
chicfrom
con-my sampling
morning. along
I had a with
sleeping
pill insurname
my butofthe
path itself islooked
pure be- crete floor. It seemed
broughttheDonegan
him,
Schnotz—he
as ifofallthe
of Via,
Newit would
be the part of the Blue trail
glasses
case, where
I’d on
alsoasstowed
my karst:
waterwhom he
had agreed
to take
an wildered.
It wasfantastical
evident that
he’d never York had been converted.
that passes
through the
contact-lens
container.
A minor
eroded
stone, fissured
into him
apprentice—or
as Schnotz
quipped,
“a misconsidered
the discrepancy.
I asked
Promenading among
the tables,
villages
the Piedhap The
gave first
the day
what about
geologists
clints at I noticed a crowd Walser
knotspert.”
day aI final
saw farcical
them, twist.
if he worried
beingcall
recognized
gathering
in of
the
The Somelandscape was
ofathe
lens solution
had leaked,
and grykes—blocks
and
SchnotzSome
was in
notably
giddy mood;
the convention
after a quarter-century
northeast corner of mont.
the room.
thickly
forested,
with Chihalf-dissolving
precious
narcotic.
cracks—and
like
Donegan,
too, seemed my
to have
recovaway from
the publicfluted
eye. “Certainly
one shouted. Suddenly,
an EMT
crew
nese-looking
crags and
There
was
no finished
alternative
but to
the hecake
or don’t
pinched
ered. They
had
just
lunch
at licknot,”
toldicing
me. “I
holdinto
up the rushed past me, towing
a twentyknolls
scarved
fog. The
residue out.
I was
doing this,
my tongue
an arrested
the Flatiron
Olive
Garden,
where
same asrigid
I didwaves
then.”like
I couldn’t
argue: ocean.
something
male
in a in
gurney.
Hevillages
was were
miraculousexcept
specimens
of anlips,
ingenious,
deep
in theeaten
case’sfive
plush
headed
into Austria,
and catatonic,
Schnotzburied
claimed
to have
bas-interior,
what littleI then
pictures
of north
Schnotz
that nearly
for his
low-impact
were miniadoor
the Swiss resumed following the Purple trail.which
One appeared
kets of when
garlic the
knots.
Weopened
met at and
Maditoculture.
mouthThere
a prayer.
turepulled
funiculars
for bringing
in supplies
couple
came
An awkward
pause fol- stretch of it passes near the Altaussee
son Square
Park
andin.walked.
Schnotz
Someone
the fire
alarm, and
streets are
toothe
steep
and narrow
for
lowed,
in to
which
decided
it would be salt mine, where the Nazis hid some
of (theflooded
had never
been
the Icity.
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sprinklers
from
ceiling.
I
cars),the
Richard
Scarry-like
vehicles on
to try
to explain.
left my hopeless
ledge in ten
years,”
he toldThey
me. stared their stolen art. I dropped down from
ran toward
commotion,
pushing
forspectators.
the garbage and
for agot
moment,
reappraising pristine meadows—still emerald green
“Dunklin’s
me backevidently
on the social
throughcaterpillar
a growing treads
crowd of
heavyinlifting,
stone
in
high-minded
roommate
old spoke
circuit.”their
Contrary
to his usual
staggeredas some in August—and looked at theSome
tongues,
somehouses
wept. caged
I
wooden balconies,
scythes
lying on the
kind of gait,
cokehead
or very
specialized railbeds, with salt crystals glittering along
and waddling
Schnotz
scooted
saw a well-known
Wall Street
execustone-covered
roofs,
chimneys
beating
around deviant,
the citybefore
blocks
like aaretreat.
SuperI passed the tunnels and a subterranean chapel
tive rend
his suit in half,
and
a groupshingled
likecomedians
tiny houses.
Themoved
schist-rich
out, mercifully
quickly,
saint
Nintendo-era
Mario. He
wore to
thethe
ex-dim roar dedicated to St. Barbara, the patron of
improv
were
to local
made
everything
glittertomadly in
Slovenian
drinking
songs,
act sameofclothing
as the
last time
we’dand left of miners. Years-old swags of fir hung
silence. rock
When
I’d finally
navigated
the
sunshine.
Thewith
Walsers
were Gerbefore
daybreak
theofnext
morning.
on the walls, smelling as if they’dthe
justfront,
met, only
he’d added
a pair
overlarge
Donegan
stood
his right
Just beyond
thethat
hut, Ihe
sawhad
something been cut, the salt air keeping themhand
migrants
un- onman-speaking
transition-lense
glasses
the shoulder ofrefugees
Schnotz,and
who
the gray
light below
who spread
through
the Alps
bought moving
at the 30inRock
Concourse
ear- me: a naturally fresh.
sat cross-legged
in asouth
folding
chair. In
That evening, I stayed at Blaa-Alm,
shaggy
witha big
It was an
the Middle
Ages, improvising
a
lier in the
day. animal
“I spotted
bighorns.
rat!” he
his lap, during
he cradled
a mahogany
chest,
inn along
trail. The
d which
ibex, him
though
in profile
it looked like
a an
life style
on thea high
terrain
where nosaid. I told
it wasn’t
uncommon.
existed
didn’t
look the
anything
likeowners,
him who’
from
emitted
fabulous
light.
told
going toyears,
be gone
for and
I tooknow,
out and,
body
else farmed
or lived. It
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was adisreputable
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in me
thethey
past were
twenty-five
Men
women
laid prostrate
in was
a a frunight,
left mythe
room
en- gal
my phone
and filmed
it asout
it ambled
constrained
by the deseen it running
around.”
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Schnotzthe
had
assumed
lookkey
ofina thecrescent
on life
the style,
floor before
him, proftrance.
was was
an old
wooden building
across theseven-and-a-half-inch
lunar scree. When I look
at whose
mands ofthey
basic
survival,
but
there were
a pulverized,
man
oldIt age
sempiternal,
fering whatever
could
find in
their
in theand
Tyrolian
style,indeep
the midseems
the perfect
gracefeet—spare
notes to make
rat fromthe
hisfootage
Strand now,
tote it
bag.
“I swateven cosmic,
who was
fact in
unpockets enough
at Schnotz’s
cash,you feel
dle of
countryside,
with flowerof my
thatclub
place:
wild they
and dreamthe inhabitants
enjoyedAn
their existed the emblem
bozo with
before
imaginable
at asilent
younger
age, like Santa
picturesthat
of their
infant children.
marvellous.
hung
balconies
looking“Plus,”
out onhe
a meadow
tence. Inwent
a little
Alagna, I
took it like
fromand
me.”
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Werner
Herzog.
elderly woman
intomuseum
labor oninthe
fullcares?
of small
their conversation with the Metro- said, “who
It’sfarm
likebuildings,
when youand
playI seemed
floor. admired a teaspoon carved with a hand
iking the entire
Via Alpina
to have and
it entirely
to myself.
A woodenA small
holding
a rose.
politan Transportation
Authority.
hide-and-seek
the hider
is so hidknot
laid on the chest’s
the looping
continuum
would take
so after leaving
led up
a large
When Donegan
hadyears,
first e-mailed
den, thestaircase
seeker gives
upto’cus
they bedroom
stop redinvelvet It’s
cushion.
At first
glance, of
it the trail
that makes
the Via
what it is. It
Parkbe
I got
into acaring.”
car which the walls, ceiling, and every other
me to Triglav
confirmNational
they would
comwas a simple
knot—a
few Alpina
maneuvers,
longato
lose yourself
andconvention,
drove to other
sections
of the trail.Twosurface,
including
theGreenpoint
light-switch cover,
ing to the
I held
out hope
days later,
I was in
a clever doesn’t
tie, but take
nothing
modestly
ex- in the
rhythms
of mountain
the mornMoving
southwest,
I crossed
into Italy,
had beenExpo
intricately
panelled
in the same
that Schnotz
would
put a new
work on
at the Brooklyn
Center.
Donegan
perienced
knotsman
couldn’ttravel:
conjure.
climb
and long
I began athe
walk
on the“No,
Karst had
Pla-texted
butter-colored
wood. Ittowas
very comdisplay. where
He disabused
notion.
me in the morning
meet
But theing
closer
I looked,
theafternoon
more thedescent,
teau,are
a rocky
with outside,
the dependably
undependable
fortable,
a touchknot’s
sar- complexity
those days
done;landscape
better topockmarked
see what them
buteven
the luxurious,
crowd wasifenorwas revealed
to me.weather,
cavesisand
ended
at Apparently
the never
quite
knowing
cophagal. IBrooklyn
sat out on had
the balcony,
these tykes
up sinkholes,
to and notand
cause
a up
mous.
caught watchI remembered
what
Donegan
had what
told you’re
DuinoaCastle.
It was
here,Square,
walking along
going
to see knot
over the
of the next
night
fall and not
feeling
as though
I’dIt was
stir.” I hailed
cab near
Union
the bug,ing
and
I regretted
buying
a me.
a simple
and crest
through
cliff-top
above
Adriatic,
high pass
or who’s
to were
emerge from
in aI folktale
about a traveller
and wethe
headed
to a path
bar on
the the
West
ticket inlanded
advance.
called Donegan
but itsarsimplicity,
complex.
Thegoing
virtues
that Rilke
to have
heard a voice
mist along
the trail—though,
riving in aIhousehold
under some
Side Highway
at claimed
11th Street.
Schnotz
got a voicemail;
tried again—no
re- powineffablythe
entwined.
I smiled
at Schnotz, unlike
Ötzi, you
canthrough
be fairlyhis
sureglassthe stranger
enchantment.
wanted speak
to seethe
the opening
Hudson.line of what became
sponse. erful
Given
the high concentration and he winked
at me
There was
nothingthe
sinister,
“Who, ifsoI cried,
isn’tfrom
going
kill you.fire
Healarm
might even
ThethebarDuino
was Elegies:
mostly empty,
of phone signals,
I assumed
local exactly,
es, which,
thetostrobing
though
the tall firAfter
trees more
aroundlights,
the were
hear
among
the Angels’
want slowly
to be your
friend. We’ve
come that
Schnotzwould
headed
to me
thefrom
jukebox.
“I still
cell tower
was overloaded.
transitioning
over
meadow
wereinforbidding
in the dusk,
orders?”off
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since
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itself.” pleasures
of anything
fora that
you can’tOliver
think ofRobeson;
a good wayinto ness
habited,
infested,
solelyfor
by members
his first scene,
he holds up
copy matof Carl
fact,kick
it off
wasyour
themovie,
national
anthem;
Once
when
his
cousin
came
to
visit
ter,
and
maintained
that
value
syshow about this? of the baseball team. His roommate is Sagan’s “Cosmos” and says to Jake, “Chapnot
how
it
was
sung
necessarily,
she
began
to
sing
along
to
Frankie
tem
until
their
appropriately
stoic
Take a handsome young buck, put him Billy (Will Brittain), a country boy ter 9. It’ll blow your mind.” That mobut
perhaps
that
it was sung
at Valli
& The
Four
Seasons.
Twenty
anguished
deaths.
her and
last it
at the
wheel of
an Oldsmobile
coupe,
mocked
for his
hickhood
by the
others. and
ment
ignites our
sense On
of him,
all.
“No
travesty
had
stricken
such
minutes
later,
a
doctor
had
to
surday
alive,
Robeson’s
mother
drove
and have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman), burns through the rest of the film, reacha way
traumatic
blowof to
musicalby gically
mechanical
pencilan toing
thea smoky
beach fruition
in a bathrobe
with to
allbe
to the sound
“Mymy
Sharona,”
anotherremove
comelyafellow,
who spends
as he proves
imagination
than
the
egomaniacal
from
Robeson’s
ear.
“I
clicked
the
of
its
pockets
filled
with
stones,
the Knack. That is what Richard Link- entire scene lauding his own ass in the the undisputed master of the bong.
disposition
which
aver- eraser
the and Best
stared
distance.
Police
of into
all is the
Finnegan,
played
with
later does in with
his latest
film, the
“Everybody
mirror;bittherepeatedly
mustached hoping
McReynolds
age—and
I
mean
average—singer
lead
would
enter
my
brain
and
poifound
her
dead
that
evening.
Wants Some!!,” and it’s hard to think (Tyler Hoechlin), who loathes losing, a runaway charm by Glen Powell. Finn,
exploits
this categorically
But I wasn’t
lucky.”
In
Robeson
as he
is known,remembers
is the eloquent reacting
one, spoolof a brighter
start. The buckabysmal
in ques- son
evenme.
at Ping-Pong;
Nilesso( Juston
Street),
National
Anthem,”
he
wrote
in
his
an
unfortunate
foreshadowing
of
very
quietly.
The
dayin before
a bid nothis
just
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have ing out his verbal riffs
private
diaries.
made
megrasped
real- his
old-age
impotence,
there
wasan 44th
birthday,
investigation
to catch
girls but the
to boost
the dramatic
end of the
song “It
we’ve
already
thrown
a pitch
at ninety-five
miles
ize
muchshape
joy aofvocalist
would
leadand
in his
worst: she “We
threw
dash of thethe
proceedings.
allthe
take
thehow
unfolding
his life. He
glides nohour;
Dalepencil.
( J. Quinton Johnson), confirmed
hold
hostage
in
order
to
bolster
stones
across
the
surface
of
the
waexpast groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that turns being chumps around here,” he
their
There
no need
used“You
theaccept
bathrobe
a towel to
plains.
your as
chumpification,
front egos.
of a house
on a is
pleasant
street.for
He anyone notices or cares. There are mul- ter,
prolonging
the and
singer’s
and then
accidenand movenude,
on.” Excellent
advice,
in any
has a shy smile
a boxmoment
of LPs inin
his tiple flash points in this society, mostly sunbathe
that
context.
Then
again,
there’s
tally
shot
herself
with
a
pistol.
arms. Sunlight pours down like a ben- to do with sporting smarts or carnal brag- field of endeavor, and a key to the lovely
no
context
which
prolonging
“I ofknew
always
respected
gadocio, but racial bias isn’t one of them. note
comicshe
humility
with
which the
ediction.
He’sforready
for anything.
a singer’s
moment
is
allowable,
let
my
wishes
until
the
very
end,”
stuLinklater has long been a champion In his limber and leisurely fashion, Link- natural-born bumptiousness of the
alone
even
giving
those
monsters
Robeson
said
of
her
many
years
dents is tempered and soothed, and
the
of beginnings and ends. “Dazed and later is glancing at a golden age.
any
moment
to hung
ruin.”out
Towith
this
day
“The
pistol from
had acoarsening
silencer.”into
His most cheering gift, and maybe later.
movie
prevented
Confused”
(1993)
a bunch
he
national
He Jake
was and
an the
only
a
otherchild
newbiesinmust,
ofclaims
kids on that
their his
finalfavorite
day of high
school; the reason that he calls this movie a “spir- a brawl.
anthem
is
the
Roman
national
anneighborhood
with
no
other
chil“Boyhood” (2014), having tracked its itual sequel” to “Dazed and Confused,” of course, expect a dose of hazing, and
them,
as he has
to hear
age fastened
with which
to tape
play.to
they his
are duly
with duct
hero, Mason,
foryet
many
years,it.bid him is an itch to populate the frame. At his dren
Robeson
does
not
much
reHe
remembers
his
first
transgresfarewell on his first day of higher edu- best, he doesn’t really direct a film so a border fence, one of them upside down,
member
exposed toand
theblissed
joys
As as
a child,
Robeson’sallsanctuary
a student
a classmate
much
host it—keeping
his charac- sion
andas
peppered
withwhen
baseballs
struck by
cation, atbeing
once bewildered
ofout.
singing
in
his
childhood;
as
a
became
the
library
due
to
its
strict
tried
to
teach
his
peers
how
to
I guess
Jake, too, is at that pivotal point. A ters involved, rescuing the wallflowers, their bat-wielding teammates.
white
male
his
church’s
attempts
to
adherence
to
the
values
of
silence.
whistle.
In
an
attempt
to
eliminate
freshman at an unnamed college in making sure that everyone is plied with that’s part of the deal, yet the tale as a
invigorate
the ceremony
feltto Even
whispers
seemed
like astiny
piercing
sound
from the is
air,
he
lines and
bits of stage
business,
if he the
whole,
though
filthy-mouthed,
lenient
southeast Texas
(otherwiseoften
known,
stilted
and
awkward.
The
sound,
as
revolts
against
propriety
during
grabbed
an
eraser
from
the
chalkmoviegoers, as Linklaterland), he is more were topping up drinks. The obvious and humane. No freshmen were harmed
he
carried
an and
unpleasant
sessionsisstudying
theCaesar!,”
point ofin board
tried
comparison
with “Hail,
in theand
making
of to
thiserase
film. the boy’s
of recalls
a jock it,
than
Mason,
less of a long
yet
validating
ghostliness
to
it:
“I
singing.
He
detested
hummers,
litlips.

WHY MUST YOU MAKE IT
It is set in 1980, a crossroads for muwounded soul; whatever his past may which the Coens introduced a crew of
liked
how we
ashamed
they
By chance
he then
pulled
a score
YOU ?” he hissed at his
sicalABOUT
trends both
coming and going. We
promising
figures and
let them
slide, ALL
have been,
learn very
littlewere
abouttoit. erally.
sing,
those
people,”
he
said.
“They
of
Mahler’s
Eighth
Symphony,
classmate
before
being
sent to“Heart
the
Blondie’s
He’s like a passenger boarding a ship half-used; the result left audiences gaz- get the dregs of disco,
ought
to
feel
that
way
given
what
scribbled
a
note
in
it,
and
presentprincipal’s
office.
His
parents
were
with a single suitcase. What matters is ing around at the end and asking, “Is that of Glass,” the Cars, Cheap Trick, and a
antheabsurd
truly
And
toLinklater,
a customer
at the
library quite
character
in their
burstin
of pustular
punk.
We getpunishM’s “Pop
no one
is disposable.
surginggesture
tide ofitthe
now,is.and
the edit?”itTo
shame
is
the
church’s
bread
and
who
was
humming.
It
stated,

Why
ment:
“They
simply
told Ime
to
rememcamera follows him eagerly into the Take Nesbit (Austin Amelio), who tends Muzik,” which to my horror
butter.
I
can
tolerate
the
shameful
don’t
you
keep
your
masturbating
never,
ever
do
it
again.
It
was
stern,
house—taking its cue from a snaking to place unwise bets, for a few dollars, on ber, in pitiless detail, from 1979. And,
act
of which
singing
longtheasgarden
the peryourself
wank Plummer
it in the(Temre- but
mercifully
short,” Gang,
he wrote.
courtesy
of the Sugarhill
we get
dailyand
activities;
hose,
runssofrom
to an tofruitless
former
feels
the
shame
with
me.
stroom?”
To
this
day
it
remains
not
“Their
words
stung,
if
only
in angelic
upstairs bedroom, where a water bed is ple Baker), who is just off the pace when- “Rapper’s Delight,” chanted because
I’m
so being
tired filled.
of how
oblivious
a cogent
request,
but
an ac- they
wereconsonant-perfect,
spoken out loud.”by Roper,
chorus,
ever jokes
are flying
about; or
Willoughby
slowly
It’s that
kind ofthey
place. only
are Jake
to isthemselves.”
His
parents
curate
critique
of
Mahler’s
Eighth.
Robeson
did,
however,
have
a pitcher, and the house is in- (Wyatt Russell), the in-house hippie. In Finn, Plummer,
Dale,
and Jake as
they
were avid listeners of classic rock
Robeson’s aversion to the hu- plenty of role models in his upand
soul,Linklater’s
never singing
along
to at man
voice
became
quitehetroublebringing.
He soadmired
the it.silent
Richard
new movie
is set
a Texas
college.
At his best,
doesn’t really
direct a film
much as host
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films of Buster Keaton and Vincent Price. His grandfather owned
an art-house theater in East Braddock, PA, which has since closed,
and would often invite his grandson along to watch the movies that
he himself treasured as a child. “I
saw Metropolis when I was about
seven or eight,” he recalls in his
memoirs. “ Well, it turns out I only
saw two-thirds of it or something
like that. People find my preference
for it over the ‘I Have A Dream’
speech incredibly galling. I don’t
get it.” School was miserable for
him with the exception of one student assembly where a professional
mime performed for the children.
“I was enraptured,” he commented.
“I have blocked out of my memory
the primitive shrieks of laughter.”
He implored his parents to pay
for pantomime lessons; he was eager to be instructed in the ways of
conveying information without the
use of voice. His parents capitulated, and the mime, known as Jahinie
Watts, took his very first student at
his magic shop in Homestead. The
lesson lasted five seconds. Robeson
remembers walking through the
door when Jahinie greeted him:
“‘Hi, are you here for lessons?’
he asked. It broke me. It broke me
forever.”
Robeson refers to it as his personal Santa Claus moment: the realization that a mime speaks when
not on stage. (Actually, he took
comfort in Santa Claus’s non-existence because of how he detested
caroling.) Because mimes didn’t
truly commit to silence, Robeson
strived to incorporate more silence
into his daily routine. In high
school he recalls founding a Gender Issues organization to promote
not only LGBTQ issues, but also
to implement the national LGBTQ
youth-run effort called the “Day of
Silence.” As the only head of any
student organization that was not
a senior, he was not re-designated
as head for his senior year because
of his over-prioritization of the
“Day of Silence” in meetings. He
called for year-long “Meetings of
Silence.” He was not receptive to
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THE NEU JORKER, JUNE 20, 2016

WHAT’S INSIDE OF ME

We walk this weary world half dead
Trapped in bodies, thoughts locked in heads
But outside only hold the fragility
If only you could see inside of me.

Seven hot dogs in my stomach.
That was all that I could stomach.
I had cooked eight hotdogs but alas,
I threw up before I could munch the last.

Blood that pumps and lungs that churn,
An engorged heart that thumps and yearns
Arteries severely clogged
From years of eating butter logs.

Bones, bones, brittle bones,
My doctor said that I am prone,
To osteoporosis, ain’t that wild.
I have the bones of a sickly child.

A shriveled liver soaked in gin,
Psoriasis has worn it thin.
A family of spiders laid a nest,
Inside the kidney I loved best.

All this exists below my skin,
Which I should note is super thin.
So before you judge my mortal facade
Realize that I’m probably gonna be
dead in like four or five months.
—Michael J. Wolf

discussing any LGBTQ issues, or
discussion in general.

B

ESIDES

SPENDING

AN

inordinate amount of time at a
library and reading about Buddhist
monasteries, his first breakthrough
came from a joke made at his expense. His uncle and aunt, both
modest donors to the Pittsburgh
Symphony Orchestra, attended
the orchestra’s first performance of
John Cage’s tacit, three-part piano
piece 4’33”. “It would be perfect for
your quiet son,” they quipped. He
spent the following Friday listening to it repeatedly on a vinyl in the
Homestead public library, and even
relishing the score. He describes it
as a revolutionary moment for him,
and wanted desperately to surmise
whether or not such a piece would
work for a choir. (Robeson once
told me if he were ever made President, he would declare 4’33” our
national anthem. He would also
enact more moments of silence for
fallen warriors, perhaps one every
quarter of an hour.)
Without knowing any music
theory or the structure of musical

notation, Robeson set out to transpose all four minutes and thirtythree seconds of Cage’s totally
silent masterwork from piano to
voice. He had no inkling for transcribing the octaves of the piano to
separate vocal registers; furthermore, there was the issue of writing transcriptions of total silence
for innumerable permutations of
vocal ensembles: mixed choirs,
boy’s choirs, all-male or all-female
choirs, even the more insufferable
ensembles like collegiate a cappella. After several minutes of writing “Everyone just shut the fuck
up for this long” and photocopying the pages, Robeson created his
first arrangement of 4’33” in less
than an hour and showed it to his
CCD instructor at the St. Therese
parish in Munhall, Pennsylvania.
Robeson petitioned her by writing
furiously that it should be considered a hymn for the next service,
and if the church ever did hire a
choir, it should be their first choice
of commissioned music. Robeson
was disappointed, but still slightly
relieved, that his CCD instructor
merely shook his head. “Perhaps

I should’ve censored the fuck,” he
reflects.
Robeson’s all-vocal arrangement of John Cage’s 4’33” still
struggles, to this day, to find any
mainstream performance opportunities. “It goes to show you that
you really can’t shut up a singer,
any singer,” he writes.
While it hasn’t garnered any
momentum among professional,
amateur, or sacred choirs, Robeson
still staged his own performance at
a highly politically heated Thanksgiving dinner the following year.
Not only did he beseech people to
watch his performance, but also he
begged family members to join him
in the silent performance as well.
He hoped desperately for backto-back-to-back-to-back
encore
performances. Predictably, no one
joined him, and they were barely
quiet during his performance of
the piece. He called it “4’33” for
Solo Baritone” and did not perform
it formally again for several years.
“I perform it informally in any situation I can,” he writes, “and hope,
to no avail, that others will do the
same.” Nevertheless, it was re-

ceived poorly among family members, and it stung him so much that
he hardly participated in the game
of Charades he himself requested
after the performance.

It is by sheer accident more than
anything else that Robeson had
stumbled across the career of becoming a choral composer/conductor. He dreamed of being an astronaut to explore the deep, dark, “no
one can hear you scream” silence of
space, but, much to his chagrin, it
appeared that operations of spaceships and satellites required com-

munication. As an advocate for the
deaf, he mastered the art of American Sign Language and taught it to
close family members as well. “My
parents have both become hard of
hearing in their old age so it ended
up becoming rather invaluable; I
can only hope that this condition
is hereditary.” He learned ASL by
taking volunteer opportunities at
the Jefferson School for the Deaf
in Shadyside to coordinate field
trips, chaperone fellow students,
and coordinate fundraisers to help
against the school’s increasingly
austere budget. Unfortunately,
Robeson’s reputation for being an
adamantly conservative head of
an LGBTQ organization, as well as
his general reputation among the
community as a bad spokesperson
(a term he detests), his fundraising campaigns could not save the
school. A wealthy benefactor three
hours upstate did enroll them at
low tuition rates at a school near
Erie, but it caused Robeson great
distress to see his friends leave
him. He put on a small farewell
benefit for his peers where he performed, once again, his 4’33” for
Solo Baritone. He explained the nature of the piece and the significance of John Cage’s work to the
musical community, but also how
it may be one of the few cross-over
pieces of musical appeal to the
hearing-impaired. He emphasized
that he interpreted the piece as a
means of musical inclusion and a
heartfelt display of his own talent to give the fondest farewell
he could muster. His performance
ended with the raucous sign-language equivalent of applause (it
involves putting your hands near
your ears and rotating your wrists
back and forth). He said the joy of
performance in that context was a
revelation. “It cemented for me a
belief that music is very much reliant on this notion of context. The
best music functions within an appropriate context, like a Cage work
in a school for the deaf. It is what
bothered me greatly about the national anthem, and it is what so
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“And the Lord saith, ‘Ding.’”

.
mance for these wonderful people.
It moved me greatly, and indeed I
wept, but I wept quietly, because
I’m not a hypocrite.” Robeson occasionally visits his peers from
those days still, many of whim still
reside near Lake Erie.
Robeson opted not to go to
college for fear of having to endure more endless and purposeless
lectures, instead committing to a
relationship with a mute woman.
Sally Redfield and Robeson met at
a bar where she had been signaling the bartender without words
or overt gestures what she desired
to drink. “Her taste in alcohol was
as impeccable as her command of
body language,” he wrote. Later he
discovered that the bartender was
a cousin of hers and that Sally and
her cousin had developed a close
bond growing up. Their non-verbal
communication skills were truly
superb. He writes:
It seemed to me that Sally, at first,
had created a bewitching spell that could
compel the bartender to follow her command. Each cocktail that came by: one

.
seemed like an old-fashioned, another a
Last Word, the last a Tiki drink...I was
amazed at how she could summon such
elaborate instructions with no word usage
at all. She understood sign language and
explained to me how she had developed a
sort of intimate language with her cousin
who did not ever learn ASL. I yearned for
this communion of silence and ached for
a romantic equivalent to their platonic affiliations. I suppose it is a bit sentimental
to label the pursuit of wholly non-verbal
communication sentimental, but I can
feel the feelings I wish to feel when I’m
not faced with the prospect of talking or
hearing others talk.

Sally did indeed charm Robeson; they had dated for a year and a
half before Sally broke it off. Redfield claims that Robeson desired
her condition more than her companionship as a person. She recalls
telling him that she was concerned
that he didn’t care about what she
might want to say to him. He misunderstood the implication and
responded, “Precisely.” Robeson
had written boastfully to friends
how perfect she was, but could not
decouple her perfection from how
much money he claimed he was

saving on earplugs. “It made me
not mind paying for dinner,” he
once gaffed, “so shouldn’t that be
a plus?” Redfield claimed that she
had told Robeson over and over
that she was discontent with the
loss of her voice, that it was impossible for him to empathize with her.
To Sally, Robeson had the privilege
to speak when needed. He lived
in the comfort of knowing it was
a tool he had the choice to utilize;
for Sally, her voice was taken from
her altogether. She felt terrified to
tell Robeson that she would have
liked to sing, or speak, one day, and
she never disclosed this to him.
She grew distant and afraid, and
broke up with him. He understood
why immediately. “I wanted her to
feel like I could love her for how
she was now, and I did not want
her to feel that she needed to be
someone else for anybody,” Robeson writes, “but at the same time
I cannot change someone’s inner
yearning, whether it be for quiet or
for noise.” They parted ways and
remain acquaintances at best. “It
was an amicable break-up; indeed,
there was no shouting.”
Robeson, like Cage, had experimented with sensory deprivation, and was greatly surprised to
discover the loudness that the inner
ear concocts when totally deprived
of any sound. With the crushing
realization that total sensory deprivation can still yield the existence
of loud, neurologically triggered
voices, he realized that composing
sound rather than detesting any
sound was impractical. Furthermore, the realization that his first
love may have wished to sing one
day gave him someone to write to
and for. In short, he began writing
choral pieces for her. His pieces include an all-consonant aria named
for the band !!! (Chk Chk Chk),
a chamber work for soprano and
whoopee cushion ( PFFFFFF TTTT ),
and his only politically charged
song cycle ( K K K ). Robeson believed that even if a voice could
not muster pitch, it could at least
use the exhalation of air and the
positioning of the throat to create

washbasins, and no toilets—just two

ians call it, is surely one of the great

and I got a shock when I saw the back

hole-in-the-ground
outside, with approaches to any cultural pilgrimage of a woman, dressed in a dirndl and highconsonants.
She neverlatrines
performed
disconcerting
twig brooms
propped site, the castle appearing across the crowned hat, exiting from what I’d
thesesome
works,
and when
she later
Gulf of Trieste in a series of visual throbs thought was the empty downstairs, and
to them.
All of theduring
hut’s seventydied next
from
tuberculosis
a
bedsawry,
were expected
to be
safarinine
gone
he wrote
a filled,
solo and, like the unabashedly orgasmic build of disappearing into the woods. Later, onwith some
drinkingentirely
already going Rilke’s poems. In 1912, he wrote to a line, I discovered that Eichmann and his
soprano
pieceserious
consisting
on in the
dining
room, this
was itbegin- friend, “We are in the karst, and the hard- S.S. guards had stayed at the inn while
of coughs
( TB
). Robeson
calls
ning to
strike me
as problematic.
the most
creative
period
of his ca-Night ened mountains forgo the effeminacy fleeing U.S. troops at the end of the war.
a challenge;
morning of any vegetation.” There’s actually quite Gold coins that they buried under the
reer, was
but going
also to
thebemost
innocent.
a lot of vegetation around the castle huts in the meadow had been dug up
gruesome.
His work,
due to being labeled as
that the only
way to han- (and only Rilke could have
occasionally over the years.
“edgy” Iordecided
“controversial”
(despite
If I had to choose a fadle it was
get myself
to sleep
imme- imagined the gentle slopes
not being
the to
work’s
intent),
meant
vorite stretch from my samand to clear
out firstand
thing in nearby to be mountains),
that diately,
musicologists,
composers,
pling of the Via, it would
the morning.alike
I had had
a sleeping
the blogosphere
plentypill
toin my but the path itself is pure
be the part of the Blue trail
glasses when
case, where
I’d also stowed
talk about
they attended
his my karst: fantastical waterthat passes through the
contact-lens container. A minor mis- eroded stone, fissured into
concerts.
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dayhow
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farcical
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couldn’t
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talk- twist. what geologists call clints
mont. The landscape was
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ed, for
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reasons,”
thickly forested, with Chihalf-dissolving
my precious
narcotic. cracks—and fluted like
son wrote.
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to know
nese-looking crags and
was no alternative
to lick the cake icing or pinched into
what There
my intentions
were in but
writing
I was doing
this, my tongue rigid waves like an arrested ocean. knolls scarved in fog. The villages were
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worksout.
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any informamiraculous
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plush interior,
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Austria,
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tion about
at in
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low-impact
culture.
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opened and the
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trail.
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what when
its historical
wasSwiss resumed following theshare
silent retorts.”
in. An awkward
pause fol- stretch of it passes near the Altaussee ture funiculars for bringing in supplies
as if couple
it wascame
particularly
important.
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I decided
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personal
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to try to explain.
and private
on my They
worksstared their stolen art. I dropped down from cars), Richard Scarry-like vehicles on
for least
a moment,
evidently
reappraising pristine meadows—still emerald green caterpillar treads for the garbage and
in the
private
and personal
their high-minded
roommate
as some in August—and looked at the old heavy lifting, stone houses caged in
way imaginable:
they opened
their
kind of
cokehead
very averse
specialized railbeds, with salt crystals glittering along wooden balconies, scythes lying on the
mouths.”
Robeson
wasor not
deviant, before
beating
retreat.
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to receiving
criticism
for ahis
work;
tiny houses.
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out,preferred
mercifullya quickly,
to the
dim roar
dedicated
to St. Barbara,
the patron
he just
different
means
ing the
performance
of the
work saint
allowslike
fellow
lip-readers
to make local
rock
made
everything
glitter
madly in
of Slovenian
drinking
and left
of
miners.
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swags
of
fir
hung
of delivery:
“I can
read songs,
it, sure.
in-person. Attending premieres of the sound with him, but he tends
the
sunshine.
The
Walsers
were
before daybreak
theaggravated
next morning.
on thehas
walls,
smelling
as
if
they’d
just
Sometimes
I even get
at his work
actually become less to perform with earplugs for those. Gerbeyond
thehead
hut, Ias
saw
something
man-speaking
refugees and
migrants
been
cut,
the
salt air
keeping
the littleJust
voice
in my
I read,
burdensome for him
since
the them
ad- unDuring
these performances,
Robein the
graylive.”
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below
a naturally
fresh.
who
spread
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the
but, Imoving
can read
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of the smartphone: “People son typically concludes the piece Alps
at Blaa-Alm,
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derstands
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“Redfield”
and
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along talk
the trail.
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owners,
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d
though
in profile
it looked
a an in
life
style
on
the
high
terrain
where
nomanyibex,
of these
works
for will
not belikeengage
before or after bowing, and has even notated this
told me
were
to bedisgone for
slightly
unicorn.
I took
else(also
farmed
or lived. to
It was
able to
sing disreputable
them, nor hear
them.
It out
concerts.
So they
be it
if going
they are
in hisbody
score
dedicated
the a fruthe
night,
left
my
room
key
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the
enmy phone
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life
style,
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to meand
how
muchit he
tracted; I relish what smartphones late Redfield).
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was
an
old
wooden
building
theour
lunar
scree. When I look
at trance.
mands
of
basic
survival,
but
there
lovedacross
her. In
correspondence
I have
done for killing conversation.”
Robeson is currently negotiat- were
in
the
Tyrolian
style,
deep
in
the
midfootage
it seems
the perfect
enough
grace
make
you feel
askedthe
him
about now,
his failed
attempts
He is known to sometimes ask ing the
release
of notes
audio toand
video
dle
of
silent
countryside,
with
floweremblem ofwith
that place:
and dreamthat
the
inhabitants
enjoyed
their
to reconnect
Sallywild
Redfield
smaller venues to withhold any an- for these community-oriented per- exismarvellous.
hung balconies
lookingturning
out on aoff
meadow
tence. In
Alagna, I
after like
theyand
separated
but before she nouncements
regarding
formances
of aKlittle
K Kmuseum
, whichinhave
full of small
farm
buildings,
and
I
seemed
admired
a
teaspoon
carved
with
died. He replied, beautifully, with cell-phones,
and is more known for garnered high demand among edu-a hand
iking“Ithe
Viatalk
Alpina
to
have
it
entirely to myself.
A wooden
one sentence:
don’tentire
want to
requiring the distribution
of cough
catorsholding
of deafa rose.
persons not only for
It’s theconscious
looping continuum
of the trail
staircase
led
up
to
a
large
bedroom
in
about it.” would take years, so after leaving
drops during performances of TB . their socially
undertones,
that
makes
the
Via
Alpina
what
Triglav National Park I got into a car
which
the
walls,
ceiling,
and
every
other
“No singing along,” he demands. but also for helping younger stu-it is. It
take the
longalphabet.
to lose yourself
and droveDOES
to other
sections
of the
surface, including
the light-switch
OBESON
NOT
partake
in trail.
He performs
fairly often
and has cover,
dentsdoesn’t
to master
“Eachin the
rhythms
of
mountain
travel:
Moving
I crossed
into Italy,
had
been
intricately
panelled
in
the
same
many
ofsouthwest,
the events
that take
shunned conducting altogether, performance is different basedthe
onmorning
climb
and
long
afternoon
descent,
I began
a walkcommunity.
on the Karst Plabutter-colored
wood.
It
was
very
complacewhere
in the
choral
oftentimes performing K K K to how each person can perceive and
a rocky landscape
pockmarked
the
dependably
undependable
weather,
fortable,
even
luxurious,
if
a
touch
sarHe isteau,
considered
aloof and
reclu- with
Schools for the Deaf nationwide. utter the word K,” Robeson writes.
and sinkholes,
and ended up He
at does
thethey
neversay.
quite
knowing know;
what you’re
cophagal.
on the balcony,
sive, caves
arrogant
and condescending.
thisI sat
byout
introducing
thewatch“Or so
I wouldn’t
Duino Castle.
was here,
walking
going
to
see
over
the
crest
of the next
ing
night
fall
and
feeling
as
though
I’
d
He travels
alone Itrather
than
with along
piece and its personal significance I don’t really listen to it.” Deutsche
the cliff-top
pathchoir
abovewho
the had
Adriatic,
high
pass
or
who’s
going
to
emerge
landed
in
a
folktale
about
a
traveller
arthe members
of the
for him—“It is called significance,” Grammophon has shown interest from
that Rilke claimed
have of
heard
the mist along
the trail—though,
rivingsigned
in a household
under some
commissioned
him forto fear
im-a voice
he once
to a crowd,
“not powin branding
Robeson’s
catalogueunlike
speaksing-alongs
the opening and
line “the
of what
became
Ötzi,
you
can
be
fairly
sure
the stranger
erful
enchantment.
promptu
genspeechificance.” He calls his per- as children’s music, a label which
There
was
nothing
sinister,
exactly,
the Duino Elegies:
“Who, if of
I cried,
isn’t
going
to
kill
you.
He
eral histrionics
of an assembly
formance of K K K a “transcription Robeson neither accepts normight
re- even
though
the
tall
fir
trees
around
the
wouldHe
hearstrongly
me fromprefers
among the
Angels’
want
to
be
your
friend.
We’ve
come
singers.”
corfor the deaf ”: he signs the letter at jects. He has said very little on the that
meadow
were forbidding
in the
orders?” The
Rilke,
as the Italfar for
sinceobvious
the Bronze
Age. 
respondence
via Sentiero
e-mail to
discussvarying
intervals.
Occasionally
he dusk,
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reasons.

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PORTFOLIO

PART AND
PARCEL
A look into the current state of the
United States Postal Service
BY KADY RUTH ASHCRAFT
PHOTOGRAPHS BY
KADY RUTH ASHCRAFT

A

PHYSICAL PIECE
of mail in this day is
as rare as a finding a slice of
white stilton gold on a charcuterie plate. The tangible
form of correspondence is
more a quaint, kitsch statement than anything convenient or practical. Yet still
today there are almost 25
operating post offices in the
United States alone. Chaos
and misgovernance have
made their home in what
used to be the communication polestar of our country.
Take a look at the activity
occurring within these all
but abandoned premises.
According to research done by
Millicent Reeves, the leading
analyst in vagrants who won’t
leave the post office, a single
letter can take up to 13 weeks
to be sent back to the sender for
no apparent reason.

A large percentage of post office patrons are of the belief that post offices are banks. This has led

to the financial demolition of a few small towns as well as a number of unsuccessful heists.

In one post office that remains open but underused in Floyd, Kentucky, a small cult has been renting the empty mailrooms

to cleanse and abuse their members. It’s a profitable way to keep the doors open and engage with the community.

THE CRITICS

OUR LOCAL CORRESPONDENTS

THE HERO SCOURGE
Once, caped crusaders were eager
to protect
Gotham.
Now, they harm more than heal.
THE
CURRENT
CINEMA
BY DANIEL SARGEANT

A

FUN AND GAMES

to a close, New York criminals, many still wearing narrow were their cooperatives or their comfound itself in the midst of a crime “Everybody
masks andWants
all black
unitards,
found
petition. It emerged that what the poSome!!”
andwere
“Miles
Ahead.”
epidemic. Statistics from the era sketch on police station stoops. Each group lice had dismissed as a group delusion
a grim landscape: there were 1.6 switch- was wrapped
in thick longshoreman’s
among feeble minds had instead been
BY ANTHONY
LANE
blades per adult resident in Manhattan, rope, eight to twelve criminals each, the first rumblings of a new cadre of vig3.3 sets
of brass
household
by erst- ilantes
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f you
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habited,of
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his first
scene, heofholds
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citywide.
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as
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rewhile
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bethat
far
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.
kick off your movie, how about this? of the baseball team. His roommate is Sagan’s “Cosmos” and says to Jake,NYPD
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to
kindergarten,
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tween
whines
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the
need
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busloads
of
new
Sing
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residents
Take a handsome young buck, put him Billy (Will Brittain), a country boy ter 9. It’ll blow your mind.” That moatatall,
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jackets, and coupe,
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men
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ment ignites
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chain
began
taking
statements.
Demand
was
seemed
unencumbered
by
gravity.
and have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman), burns through the rest of the film,They
reachinway
their
in five pri-by such
that drums
fingerprint
ink hadan were
cunning,
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to lunchboxes.
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“My Sharona,”
another
comelyoffellow,
who spends
ing exceptionally
a smoky fruition
as heand
proves
mary
school students
reported
having
at toentire
be bused
in lauding
from North
Jersey.
while delivering
the Knack.
That is what
Richard
Linkscene
his own
ass in the out
theloud,
undisputed
master of uppercuts
the bong. to
least
one
tattoo.
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criminal
confessed
to
petty
flummoxed
henchmen,
literally
describBest of all is Finnegan, played
with
later does in his latest film, “Everybody mirror; the mustached McReynolds
The
cityscape
at
nightfall
undercrimes,
ranging
from
low-level
burglary
ing
themselves
as
“exceptionally
Finn,
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harrowing
transformation.
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arson. Niles
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as he is known, is the eloquent one, spoolof a abrighter
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and
alleyways
festered
with
criminality.
ongoing
gang
activity.
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offered
their
Calmenti,
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the not
earliout his
verbal riffs
just
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have ingOscar
Rats
began
to
travel
in
packs
for
safety;
bosses,
their
routes,
their
best
practices,
est
to
be
rounded
up
by
what
he
later
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several
muggers
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spent “We
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the unfolding
shape
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Quinton
more
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assault
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bureaucratic
underat
Rikers
after
pleading
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like
expast groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that turns being chumps around here,” he
what
out to
a moundstreet.
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move
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advice,
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has a shy
smile
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his politics,
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a
trenchcoat.
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mation
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could
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have
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little
usable
evidence
was
actually
lovely
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scarecrows”
still ready
carried—and
could re- quired
by but
the racial
police.bias
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gadocio,
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at lunch.
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limberget
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their statements,
if dents
he attempted
to commit
a crime.
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is tempered
and soothed,
and
the
laterspat
is glancing
age.
of beginnings
andtoo
ends.
“Dazed and They
Gangs
franchised
their
brands
and
their
complexions
pale.
Something
in
trauma
of
his
apprehension
lingers
in
His most cheering gift, and maybe movie prevented from coarsening into
Confused” (1993) hung out with a bunch
parcelled
out
thefinal
city, day
a strategy
to their
apprehension
had
daily life.
freethe
man
for newbies
almost thirthe reason
that he calls
thisstirred
movie afear.
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other
must,
of kids on
their
of highsaid
school;
have
later
inspired
David
Chang’s
Milk
Most
were
eager
to
talk
about
the
man
ty
years,
he
still
cannot
bring
hazing, to
and
“Boyhood” (2014), having tracked its itual sequel” to “Dazed and Confused,” of course, expect a dose of himself
Bar.
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1979 for
release
of years,
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when
their
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arrest,
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talks
exactly
like
Shaggy
from
cation, at once bewildered and blissed much as host it—keeping all his charac- and peppered with baseballs struck by
ponized
outlaws,
each
their
ownA mere
to cold
execution,
a figure Scooby-Doo
after having
seen a ghost.
ters intent
involved,
rescuing
the wallflowers,
their bat-wielding
teammates.
I guess
out. Jake,
too, is at
thatwith
pivotal
point.
catchphrases
and
pidgin
dialect.
The
wrapped
in
skintight
lycra
appeared
“I
was
a
dumb
kid,”
Calmenti
as a
freshman at an unnamed college in making sure that everyone is plied with that’s part of the deal, yet the talesaid
often
anemic
NYPD gave way to full- from above, muttered a pun-heavy wit- recently over a croissant at a Midtown
southeast
Texas
(otherwise known, to lines and bits of stage business, as if he whole, though filthy-mouthed, is lenient
blown
lethargy;
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into
a ticism,
and cold up
cocked
them.
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Bakery.
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were topping
drinks.
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obvious
and humane.
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weresnatchharmed
moviegoers,
as Linklaterland),
he is
more
simple
life,
collecting
protection
payoffs
called
being
dragged,
begging
for
their
ing
purses.
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served
my
time.
of a jock than Mason, and less of a comparison is with “Hail, Caesar!,” in in the making of this film. But did
from
locals.soul;
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those officers
unsure
of how introduced
to handle their
newof I deserve
to in
be1980,
humiliated?
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police
It is set
a crossroads
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the Coens
a crew
wounded
his pastwith
may lives,
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moral
callings
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to
role
as
prey.
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was
told
the
same
found
me
on
a
flagpole
hanging
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with oneboarding
another; athey
platitudes
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of aand
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Trick,
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around
at the end
that Remembering
with awound
single suitcase.
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matters
service
revolvers
and
take
their
pensions
the
city’s
virus
now
had
a
cure.
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been
picked
up
by
a
rogue
S&M
dunthe surging tide of the now, and the it?” To Linklater, no one is disposable. burst of pustular punk. We get M’s “Pop
early.
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had Amelio),
turned to
crime
gimp.which
That’stonot
crime,
Muzik,”
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horror I rememTake Nesbit
(Austin
who
tends geon
camera follows him eagerly into the hoodlums
The
city
was,
by
all
accounts,
in
after
abandoning
advanced
literature
that’s
gloating.”
house—taking its cue from a snaking to place unwise bets, for a few dollars, on ber, in pitiless detail, from 1979. And,
need
a hero.runs
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several.
a second
time(Temfor
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Giuliani
eraGang,
still awe
decourtesy
Sugarhill
get
fruitlesswere
dailyclocked
activities;
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hose,ofwhich
from
the garden to an degrees
January
1st,
1980,
was
the
first
day
rolling
their
eyes.
cade
away,
the
NYPD chose to ignore a
upstairs bedroom, where a water bed is ple Baker), who is just off the pace when- “Rapper’s Delight,” chanted in angelic
inslowly
a decade
of filled.
excess.It’s
That
ponext few
evenings,
then problem
has only festered with
age.
chorus,that
consonant-perfect,
by Roper,
everOver
jokesthe
are flying
about;
or Willoughby
being
thatmorning,
kind of place.
lice Jake
precincts
throughout
lower
Manthrough
the
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The current iteration of New York City is unrecognizable to those who fled during the decades of decline.

and their intent, can super heroes really
be permitted to act outside the law, even
in order to enforce it? Could we even
stop them if we wanted? How do we do
justice to a Justice League?

T

of New
York City is unrecognizable to
those who fled during the decades of
decline. The contemporary Disney version of Manhattan owes much of its
image to a citywide cleanup effort in
which superheroes played no small role.
Indeed, petty crime remains low, thanks
primarily to ongoing police intervention tactics, championed in the 90’s by
Commissioner William Bratton and
still in effect today. Broken windows
policies that held sway through the
Giuliani and Bloomberg eras remain
effective (if controversial) and community outreach programs have proven
effective at stemming juvenile crime in
low-income areas. Minor violence and
larceny, combatting which was once
the stock-in-trade of superheroes, has
now largely become a manageable nuisance, kept in check by the city and its
residents without the intervention of
mutant and alien do-gooders. Citizens
are left to wonder, then, what exactly is
prompting the super heroes to linger.
While minor crime has been more
or less eradicated, other historically
unheard-of issues now threaten the average New Yorker. With superheroes
come supervillains. Instead of subway
muggings, city residents now cope with
the semi-annual threat of nuclear holocaust. Commutes are regularly thrown
into disarray as interdimensional portals
manifest in the Canarsie and Montague
MTA tunnels. Bridges over the East
River are demolished with alarming
regularity. Mad scientists have engineered the redirection of comets, setting
them on a course for Gotham. Residents pine for days when they merely
had to watch knife-wielding vagrants
soil themselves on the walk to Zabar’s.
Nemeses of the superheroes have
prompted the heroes themselves to become commuters. Having made their
homes along the Hudson, the heroes
see little of the city they protect. Superman has been known to refuse to
accommodate others on Metro North,
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reason for needing an additional seat.
Spider-Man carpools with a handful of
fawning Goldman Sachs interns. As a
result, the heroes themselves do not engage with the fallout of their heroism.
In Brooklyn, what environmentalists
are calling a “wrathful colony of vicious
ammonia-based lifeforms” has begun
emerging from the Gowanus, long a
dumping ground for the interplanetary
flotsam that results from Superman’s
battles in the stratosphere. The superfund site lies thirty-one miles from the
Justice League’s ‘downstate’ headquarters at Kykuit, the former Rockefeller
residence acquired by Wayne Industries
in 1999.
Skeptics have long argued that any
gratitude the city might have for SpiderMan and company’s headline-making
heroics, their lack of follow-through—
at best—undoes any goodwill. At worst,
it prompts resentment in locals: a secret
wish that the magic & wonder superheroes draw upon had never been discovered. As the city enjoys its respite from
the crime on which these heroes made
their name, the destruction that accompanies these new misadventures (and

the attendant rebuilding costs) comes
without any ability to seek redress. The
city can hardly seek restitution from
a group with no fixed name, let alone
discover the tax standing of any of the
Justice League’s membership. The complex legal architecture undergirding
each superhero’s consists of a host of
FEINs and LLCs, each with limited assets. Wonder Woman is technically an
S-Corp but files as a 501(c)(3). There
appears to be larger reasons than mere
humility for these figures’ insistence on
hiding their identities. As city advocate
Letitia James said in a recent address,
“For years, we have heard that ours

was a city in need of saving, and various caped men have offered their version of aid. But now we sit frustrated,
with the less glamorous ongoing work
of rebuilding before us, and no heroes
stepping forward.”
Of particular interest in this era
of gentrification is something lowerincome residents have long known: our
league of white, wealthy, male heroes
has something of an allergy to the outer
boroughs. And yet the same decrease in
crime has occurred even in neighborhoods the Bugle’s resident hero-beat
shutterbug Peter Parker has never had
cause to photograph.
“There’s no real incentive to commit
crimes here anymore, but I don’t think
Batman or whoever has anything to do
with it,” Bedford-Stuyvesant community leader Anjelica Odom said at a recent
luncheon honoring her and others who
have worked to rebuild the inner city.
“We’ve just grown up as a community,
gained a little political autonomy, found
a financial foothold. Of course property
values are rising, for better or worse.
Frankly, we’ve benefited from being out
of the [heroes’] war path, so to speak.”
As early as 1982, however, community leaders were speaking out about
the heroes’ tendency to save victims that
resembled themselves. The Reverend Al
Sharpton, speaking at a Morningside
Heights rally, had this to say: “And yet,
our community remains somehow terra
incognita for these so-called heroes. As
afflicted as our neighborhoods are with
just the kind of crime these masked
marauders treat as their bread and butter, we all see the front pages. We know
what kind of victims make the news.
We know that there are self-mythologizing egos at work here.” Sharpton was
eventually cut off by a Kool Herc break
that sampled audio of Batman tripping
over a curbstone.
And, indeed, documenting these
crime-fighting exploits has put local media on the journalistic map. In a
recent op-ed for the Daily Planet, former cub reporter Clark Kent bragged
at length about building his career
on early exclusives and first-hand accounts. Though veteran reporters
are often tempted to revere the past,
Kent’s nostalgia reads as dangerously
rose-tinted, given Superman’s recent

“ You know what I really don’t mind? Toiling in obscurity.”

.
sinking of Roosevelt Island (and its
9,500 residents). Bloviation aside, the
city’s newspapers have long struggled
with a credibility gap as concerns the
heroes. In an email, Times editor Sam
Sifton wrote: “In a field that subsists so
totally on access, it’s no wonder some of
the local dailies opt for reverence rather
than investigation, let alone criticism.
Particularly when it comes to people
who can literally lift buildings, reporters
feel compelled to give at least a little bit
of a tugjob.”
More damning by far is developers’
growing reliance on the city’s ongoing
destruction. Given the overwhelming
demand, the city and its property owners have been forced to offer no-bid contracts to builders and engineering firms.
Unable to successfully raise taxes on an
increasingly depressed populace, the city
has plunged into debt while its whitecollar residents have invested in local
development and flourished as a result.
Donald Trump, inevitably, found himself locked in bankruptcy proceedings

.
after hiring uninsured contractors for
cleanup following hero-related building
destruction; the development tycoon has
filed suit and publicly sworn that “those
queers in capes are gonna pay through
the nose.”
Larger companies have come to see
New York as a metropolitan test tube.
Wayne Industries, which operated in
the red throughout the 70’s and 80’s, has
recorded profits every year since being
tapped to consult on the rebuilding of
the MTA lines in 1991. “New York offers
us a unique opportunity to test low-yield
production runs of new high-efficiency
materials before going into full production,” said a Wayne executive who did
not wish to be named. “We can try out
a new polymer or material and see how
it fares in the few years it stays in place.
Should it not prove out in real-world
conditions, it won’t be long before a weaponized solar flare or acidic cloudburst
destroys it anyway.”
Recently, protests against the superheroes’ continued residency have begun

popping up. A small tent community
has reformed in Zuccotti Park, with protesters holding placards with slogans like
“Flying Heroes Are Corporate Welfare.”
Effigies of Batman hang from lampposts. A recent statement from the occupiers reads, in part, “Batman, Superman,
and Spider-Man have long generated
and attracted far more crime than they
ever thwarted. We ask only that they let
the city carry on in peace.” Mike Daisey,
the disgraced playwright and monologist known for his later-retracted pieces
indicting Apple, has recently begun previews for a new show entitled “Waiter,
There’s a Utility Belt in My Soup.”
City comptroller Scott Stringer
echoed these sentiments recently, saying, “If they could truly eradicate crime,
they would have by now. The simple fact
is they need crime to exist in order to
thrive, and so have a vested interest in
keeping our citizens unstable and unsafe.” Shortly afterward, a lawsuit on
behalf of the city was brought against
the LLC under which the League maintains most of its financial holdings. The
damages, according to those briefed on
the sealed documents, were listed as
incalculable. Buried within the suit are
searing allegations regarding high-level
collusion between Wall Street and the
Justice League. It has been dismissed as
unenforceable and frivolous by Justice
League PR representatives.

I

T WAS NOT
always thus.
Throughout the 80’s, the NYPD
and the superheroes operated in a kind
of grudging detente. As violent crime
numbers plummeted, Superman would
often appear alongside Police Commissioner Devine and Mayor Koch at
press conferences, fielding questions.
Behind closed doors, Batman was said
to be “highly cooperative” and “hardly
a dictator” when it came to evidencesharing. Spider-Man reportedly filed
thorough statements, with photograph
documentation, and would often request and deliver his own lab work.
Crime figures looked like they fell of a
shelf; the city thrived. Aquaman, with
a growing excess of time on his hands,
briefly joined Devo as bassist before
forming a No Wave band of his own,
The Watery Graves.
A pressure valve had been released,
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with the accumulated toxic energy of decades of stagnation billowing off of the
city. Quality of life increased ten percent
or more each year from 1983 through
1990. The Justice League seemed genuinely to enjoy interacting with the city’s
residents. Most Thursdays in 1985 Spider-Man could be found volunteering at
the Bowery Mission, while Batman cut
the ribbon on the city’s first needle exchange depot, across from Katz’s in what
is now (no kidding) a gelato laboratory.
High-profile arrests of crime bosses
and gang leaders spurred the city into a
state of devotion and adulation. “It was
an incredible time to be in the ticker
tape trade,” confetti supplier Randolph
Particity recalled. “We were making
money hand over fist, between the nearweekly parade prep, and then getting the
cleanup for the same parade funneled
through a sister company we created for
private sanitation. God, New Yorkers
love a parade.”
Documents from the era highlight
the heroes’ continued efforts to eradicate
crime, but with few outwardly sinister
forces remaining in New York, the usual
suspects were nowhere to be found. Instead, as the excesses of the financial
sector began to bloom, Superman and
others found themselves bedevilled not
by typical henchmen but instead at
the mercy of cocaine-addled day traders. Attempts to infiltrate the arena of
white-collar crime were met handily by
executives and financiers. Batman, in one
infamous photograph, is pictured helping hedge fund manager Steven Cohen
select a Basquiat from Larry Gagosian’s
downtown gallery; in full mask and regalia, Batman sips an espresso. Gagosian
recalled him as a neophyte, “badmouthing primitivism, had this weird hard-on
for early Koons. His check cleared, at
least.”
Adrift in a decade that privileged
greed and doubted morality, SpiderMan found himself sunk into a depression, his moral compass skewed. Often
considered a sulk among his peers, and
among the least respected among the
public, the webslinger lashed out. He
was among the first to identify and pursue “crime against the environment,”
locating and removing toxic sludge and
barrels of chemical waste only to deposit them on the Hamptons lawns of
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SEX

I can’t remember how it goes.
Some lilting melody…
licking, arching, aching bones that crack,
and lightning bolts in red and blue
etched across her back
My love was a quiet one,
A thrusting by the river
Rustling in the summer breeze
But hushing as the thrushes sang.
Eager always, on my knees.
These days I keep to corridors,
Perverted eyes averted.
Some speed machines were built to rust
Windshield cracked by swallow’s teeth,
Fenders bent by bulky bucks.
I fear the others have it worse.
How could they ever dance again?
Silk shoes hung up on the mantle,
These spinster reminisce besides the fire
Of the one far too hot to handle.
—Michael J. Wolf
industry executives. Such an interest in
exacerbating the frustrations of the elite
was not lost on Spider-Man’s colleagues,
who removed him to an upstate “sanitorium” for a period of drying out. During
this time he supposedly learned to code;
his online aliases all played off his own
relations to webs and web-related activity. It was an early rumbling of internal
discord. Their hands exposed, the heroes
attempted to maintain an appearance
of fealty to the city, but skeptical New
Yorkers had already begun to notice a
downtick in the quality of service.

“I

STARTED BUSTING muggers again

in, let’s see, 1988?” said Detective Travis “Garlic” Caliendo, a thirtyyear veteran of the police force. “It was
strange—we’d grown accustomed to
someone swooping in from above to get
the collar. Even as I hustled after this
first purse snatcher, I figured I’d see a
grappling hook fly by my face. At that

point, it was custom: you’d show up and
Batman would swoop in and do the
rest.”
The NYPD’s cooperation with superheroes relied on non-interference:
the heroes attack, the police clean up.
“That first time, I got back to collect the
victim, and she’s mad at me. Just totally
loses it. She thought she was going in
the newspaper, wanted her fifteen minutes. I said, ‘lady, I just used my service
revolver for the first time, that punk’s
walking with a limp the rest of his life,’
and she starts swatting at me with her
umbrella!” Caliendo gazed down at his
styrofoam as he squeezed excess water
from a teabag. “Ended up having to
bring her in too. This city, I don’t know
sometimes. I think I was better off when
all we did was tickle hippies.”
As the 90’s came barreling towards New York, the tone of the Justice
League shifted away from the local and
personal and more towards the distant

and cynical. Altruistic in their actions,
the heroes proved themselves not above
financial temptation in the form of endorsements. A line of Reebok sneakers,
an early Gatorade variant, at least two
Jitney buses—there were few places the
Justice League wouldn’t permit its image, for the right price. An over-the-top
marketing campaign for Supermanbranded “Hypercolor” shirts required
the man of steel to circle the Brooklyn
bridge at supersonic speed, creating a
Christo & Jeanne-Claude–esque heatsensitive drapery. The city had not been
contacted regarding appropriate permitting, and early news reports suggested the bridge itself was being fumigated
without warning. Panic ensued. Dozens
leapt from the bridge into the January
frost blanketing the East River.
Pioneering urban theorist Jane Jacobs described this transitional time in
an essay for Harper’s, saying: “those figures we once imagined capable of reorienting our experience of the Manhattan
landscape have instead been consumed
by it, as surely they feared would be
the result all along. The city shifts hegemonically; those forces which hoped
to transform it are themselves transformed, utterly, beyond recognition. The
onward march of capital tames us all.”
In a letter to the editor, local business
magnate Bruce Wayne declared Jacobs
a “tired old biddy” who “couldn’t make
friends with people” so “hung out with
bricks instead.” The inchoate flame war
between the scholar and the tycoon was
nipped in the bud when Jacobs declared
her intention never to leave Toronto,
in disgust at what she called “the end
of New York as we have known it. The
slums have been cleared. Long live the
new slums.”
To most New Yorkers, the final true
act of heroism the heroes brought to
the city was the foiling of the 1993 attempt on the Twin Towers. An intense
collaboration between local, federal,
and superhuman abilities, the ultimate
result involved the inert detonation of
the terrorists’ weapon in a garage beneath the towers that had reportedly
been reinforced by a material composed
of contributions from each of the “marquee” heroes—Batman, Spider-Man,
Superman. Unfortunately, for reasons
of national security, the breadth of the
collaboration was kept secret. The ensu-

ing lack of media coverage exposed the
heroes’ long-simmering vanity. Without
the torrent of credit and goodwill that
commonly accompanied their exploits,
the superficial benefits of altruism dissolved altogether. The three met atop
the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge later
that evening. Having each separately
received the key to the city at various
points throughout the 80’s, the three
individually heaved their golden keys as
far into the bay as possible. This act of
childlike defiance was ridiculed as “obnoxious” in the Post. Pat Kiernan did a
deep-voiced impression of a simpering
baby Batman on the following evening’s
NY1 news broadcast.

T

HE DECLINE IN hero popularity
throughout the 90’s was an inverse
reflection of the success of the Giuliani
era. Conservative and controversial to
some, the strict enforcement of onthe-books laws by the police department overtook the daring escapades of
the 80’s. The efficacy of Commissioner
Bratton’s ends-justify-the-means broken windows policing drove crime to
its lowest rate on record. A period of
peace settled into the waning days of
the Clinton administration; the US as a
nation unknowingly grew complacent
and vulnerable. The superheroes, suspiciously, became the target of threats
altogether unknown on the earth. New
York transitioned; for more than a generation, gang activity, mafia violence,
and other acts of pedestrian violence
had remained the greatest threat to
everyday citizens. Now, however, evil
geniuses were becoming common. Intergalactic terrorists, bearing no real
grievance with the people of the metropolis, began targeting New York.
The heroes found their way back
to the front pages, but this time the
papers struggled to find a vocabulary
for the threat that was being repelled.
Nor, indeed, did the city’s myriad salvations come with much closure. Threats
became increasingly inconceivable beforehand, and the city began to fear
most attacks from things it couldn’t yet
imagine. In one highly publicized incident, Superman reversed the rotation of
the planet in order to turn back time.
This later revealed itself to be merely
an attempt to whitewash a disastrous
oversight on the crusader’s part, a heroic

do-over that caused thousands of New
Yorkers to be committed to state psychiatric institutions for what the Diagnostic
and Statistical Manual (DSM-V) refers
to as “time madness.” While the initial
oversight may have cost untold lives, the
mayor, having lost his wife to the “hourglass curse,” implored of the heroes: “No
mulligans. No do-overs. If you’re going
to put us all in danger, just get it right.
Now, please excuse me. I have to inject
my wife with vertigo medication.”
It might be uncouth to mention
that on 9/11 the heroes were attending
a “message coordination” summit at an
underground bunker on the moon. That
said, few New Yorkers fail to recall Superman’s appearance at Shea Stadium at
the first ball game following the attacks.
Invited to throw out the first pitch, as
a unifying act for the city, the Man of
Steel was booed by a sold-out crowd of
14,000. In response, Superman heaved
the ball at a record 311 mph. A hole in
Mike Piazza’s catcher’s mitt glowed red
at the edges. The hall of famer wears a
glass eye to this day.
“It was just such an act of childishness, at the worst possible moment,” said
veteran Met player and current commentator Keith Hernandez. “I still refer
to it as the second most tragic day of
that month. And coming just a season
after the Subway Series. Just pathetic.”

N

OT LONG AGO,

in December
2012, a group of henchmen loyal
to one of Batman’s nemeses attempted
to ignite the ozone above Long Island.
The effort was foiled, not by the dark
knight but rather by road closures and
debris buildup related to superstorm
Sandy. Unable to coordinate effectively,
the henchmen were picked up in a routine search at a National Guard checkpoint outside near the Rockville Centre
LIRR stop. Recovery efforts had been
in effect since the storm’s arrival in late
October, but superhero involvement
in cleanup had been minimal. Sources
close to President Obama say he was
approached about a photo opp with the
heroes but declined, citing a need to appear above reproach in the midst of an
election.
The appearance of any costumed
adult in the New York sky is now a cause
for alarm—an indication that trouble is
on the way. People immediately seek
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and migrants
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bring as much
threat
moving in the gray light below me: a naturally fresh.
spread
south
through
Alps
as who
anyone
else. The
tactics
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helped
That evening, I stayed at Blaa-Alm, make
shaggy animal with big horns. It was an
during
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improvising
this the
cityMiddle
safe have
grown
old, and a
ibex, though in profile it looked like a an inn along the trail. The owners, who’d perhaps
life style
the justified
high terrain
theonend
the where
means.noslightly disreputable unicorn. I took out told me they were going to be gone for Butbody
elseabout
farmed
or lived.
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a fruwhat
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the end?
my phone and filmed it as it ambled the night, left my room key in the en- York
galfinds
life itself
style,inconstrained
by theasdethe same situation
across the lunar scree. When I look at trance. It was an old wooden building Iraq.
mands
of basic
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by a survival,
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the footage now, it seems the perfect in the Tyrolian style, deep in the mid- tion
enough
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notes wondering
to make you
to a bad
situation,
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emblem of that place: wild and dream- dle of silent countryside, with flower- to that
the inhabitants
enjoyed
their
exisrebuild,
forced to lean
on the
very
like and marvellous.
hung balconies looking out on a meadow influences
tence. Inthat
a little
museum
Alagna, I
wrought
theindestrucfull of small farm buildings, and I seemed tion
admired
teaspoon
with a hand
in the afirst
place. carved
The currency
in
iking the entire Via Alpina to have it entirely to myself. A wooden New
holding
rose.is fear. Children travel
York anow
It’s the
continuum
of the
trail
would take years, so after leaving staircase led up to a large bedroom in to school
in looping
buses reinforced
with
kevthe Via Alpina
what
it is. It
Triglav National Park I got into a car which the walls, ceiling, and every other larthat
and makes
explosion-resistant
glass,
protecdoesn’t
take
long towar
loseshould
yourself
in the
and drove to other sections of the trail. surface, including the light-switch cover, tion
in case
overhead
break
rhythms
of mountain
the mornMoving southwest, I crossed into Italy, had been intricately panelled in the same out.
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systemtravel:
continues
to
ing climb
andrevamping
long afternoon
descent,
where I began a walk on the Karst Pla- butter-colored wood. It was very com- undergo
its first
in decades,
teau, a rocky landscape pockmarked with fortable, even luxurious, if a touch sar- butthe
weather,
thedependably
bulk of theundependable
money is going
to
caves and sinkholes, and ended up at cophagal. I sat out on the balcony, watch- protection
the neverfrom
quite
knowing
what you’re
forces
underneath
the
Duino Castle. It was here, walking along ing night fall and feeling as though I’d tunnels,
going where
to see Batman’s
over the nemeses
crest of the
next
make
the cliff-top path above the Adriatic, landed in a folktale about a traveller ar- their
high
passQuality
or who’sofgoing
from
lairs.
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atemerge
its lowest
that Rilke claimed to have heard a voice riving in a household under some pow- since
the at
mist
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the scablands
weeks ago. Had traded a shrubdotted landscape for one of powdery
dust mottled with grass and the occasional sagebrush that reminded
them of a dog with mange. It was a
hard, empty land. The only other living things they’d seen for weeks were
beetles in the food and lice in their
clothes.
The path went southeast, corralled between two mountain ranges.
The only breezes to be had were hot,
dry, and coated everything with dust.
Their hands, faces, throats, and eyes
were all stung by it. The horses had
painful sores beneath their saddles.
Each morning the big man put
on a red tie that turned pale pink before the sun had broken free of the
horizon. He rode ahead of the rest,
picking out a path with practiced
ease. The slit back of his battered
cavalry coat laid smoothly over the
horse’s flanks.
Behind him was Grady. He’d
been from a city once, but no longer.
All he’d kept was a pipe and a vest
coat with a cameo brooch in the waist
pocket. Sat lightly in his saddle, his
shadow stretched ahead of him as the
sun fell towards evening.
On this particular evening they
saw a modest
churchthe
a ways
down
e watches
second
car
the trail. back
Stacked
stones
made
a
out of the drivewaysmall
and
room with
a rough
wooden
cross lap
on
then
he makes
a slow
an
eave.
When
they
came
closer,
they
around the block, careful not to step
saw
it was
burnt.
Grady
started
the
on the
cracks
in the
sidewalk.
From
speculation.
other houses come the sounds of dogs
“Bandits,”
“they’d
barking,
and fromsaid
otherGrady,
yards the
noise
burn
up
the
world
if
they
could.”
of lawnmowers and leaf blowers. Con“It wasn’t
any bandits,
the folk
struction
is happening
somewhere
in
that
church
burned
it
themselves,”
down the street. After completing the
said
a gouch-eared
lap heHoke.
looks He
up atrode
the clock
on top of
horse.
His
hat
was
battered,
andover:
his
the Catholic church the next block
clothes
stiff
with
sweat.
nine-forty. He walks up the driveway
“Why would
anyone
burn the
up
purposefully
and pushes
through
their
own
church?”
white wooden gate, a high gate that,
“Religious
ecstasy,”doesn’t
said Hoke,
he noticed
yesterday,
have
saying
the
words
like
they
were bora lock.
rowed. “They got all
• swept up in their
sermon.
Speaking
in tongues,
Ecola? Orkin? Idling
at the treminterbling
with
the
holy
spirit.
it
section, she can’t rememberBut
forthen
a mogoes
different.”
ment the name of the company she is
“How
that
on her
waydoes
home
to make
meet. them
In theburn
past
up
their
church?”
said
the
kid, riding
week three men came through
the
alongside
two.the other, wearing
house, onetheafter
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ties over their shoes, three men on their
hands and knees in the attic, creaking
overhead, tapping inquisitively at the

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e watches the second car

and starts a fire. Maybe catches himback out of the driveway and
self on fire. Everyone else thinks it’s
then he makes a slow lap
the divine plan and sets fires of their
around the block, careful not to step
own. The place goes up like a pyre,
on the cracks in the sidewalk. From
because the Lord helps those who
other houses come the sounds of dogs
help themselves.”
barking, and from other yards the noise
The kid thought. With a thin
of lawnmowers and leaf blowers. Conface and fair hair, coated in dust, he
struction is happening somewhere
looked like a balsa wood doll. “I think
down the street. After completing the
it was lightning,” he said.
lap he looks up at the clock on top of
“That wasn’t any lightning, I’m
the Catholic church the next block over:
telling you it was bandits.”
nine-forty. He walks up the driveway
“Even bandits wouldn’t burn a
purposefully and pushes through the
church, not unless they had gold. But
white wooden gate, a high gate that,
that church didn’t even have winhe noticed yesterday, doesn’t have
dows.”
a lock.
“I’d bet my horse it was bandits.”

“You could bet your boots if you
Ecola? Orkin? Idling at the interhadn’t lost them at dice two weeks
section, she can’t remember for a mogone,” said Hoke.
ment the name of the company she is
“I’m not betting my boots, I’m
on her way home to meet. In the past
betting my horse.”
week three men came through the
“It was soldiers.” The big man
house, one after the other, wearing
had rejoined them. His white hair
jumpsuits and slipping disposable booframed his weatherworn face in ringties over their shoes, three men on their
lets, like a cherub grown old. He rode
hands and knees in the attic, creaking
on without further dissembling.
overhead, tapping inquisitively at the
The others were silent. Soon
beams. After collecting all the estimates,
enough they had passed the church
she consulted with her husband, who
and seen the other side. The wall
had only this to say: “Trust your gut.”
had been dynamited and collapsed
Oh—Greenleaf! That’s the name. They
inward. The roof on that side sagged
cost the most, but she liked the man
close to the ground like a man tipping
and, according to the literature, they
his
stains
rannot
from
inside
intohat.
theDark
house,
she is
worrying
use
one-hundred-per-cent-organic
the
church
into
the
crater
outside.
A
every minute about money. She is going
materials.
buzzard
had
gotten
itself
caught
in
to the gym again.
is washing
• She
aher
priest’s
robes.
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head In
poked
out
car
on
a
regular
herAs
clean
The husband is late to work.
the
grotesquely
through
the
collar
as
it
car, in her
damp
she
elevator
carries
himgym
up toclothes,
the offices,
hopped
and
flapped,
trying
to
escape.
drives
through about
the bright-blue
he
is thinking
Emmett mornByron
They
kept
riding
until after
suning,
feeling
calm.
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to beDiggs
right
Diggs, Attica inmate going
No. 243.
set.
on time.

will be the first innocent man to ap•
pear on the show. When
the showrunHe
tips
back
in
chair he
andsaid,
looks
ner put him on the his
episode,
“I
When
it was too where
dark to
ride
safely
at
the
whiteboard,
the
story
don’t want you to think that I’m beats
askthey
made a rough
camp. The
kid
for Act
been
streaky
ing
you Itohave
write
thiswritten
one justinbecause
gathered
scrub
wood
to
make
a
fire.
black
marker.isThey’re
onlyhetwo
days
the
character
black,” and
replied,
He
sang,
clear
and
high,and
while
he
into
breaking
the
episode
already
“I don’t think that.” But now he is besearched.
the character
of Emmett
Diggs
is with
posginning
to worry
about what
to do
Out
by So
thefarbedrolls,
Hoke
ing
problems.
the
formula
has
Emmett Diggs.
brushed
down thenineteen-sixties
horses.
been consistent:
bad

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setheinous
up the stew
potwinds
and set
guyTwo
commits
crimes,
up
thousand
one hundred
and sevto
kindling
a
fire.
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piled
the
firea
in
solitary
in
Attica,
travels
through
enty-five dollars: this she remembers
higher
as the
kid brought
more wood.
rift in the
space-time
and
exactly.
After
the job iscontinuum,
done, she will
The
big
man
dropped
two ofNew
the
pops
up
in
present-day
upstate
write out the entire amount and the
long-legged
and
scoop-eared
rabbits
York,
he continues
his crime
feel
of where
the check
tearing crisply
along
peculiar
to he
that
part ofdown
the country
spree
until
is
tracked
andsilly
apthe perforated line will be a small,
next
to the by
fire.a Grady
triedteam
not to
prehended
top-secret
of
thing that pleases her. Thank you so
look
as agents.
he prepared
them.
special
Which
the
network
says
much! For the first time since moving
they like; which has worked just fine
until now; so why, on the first episode
he’s been assigned to write, are they

into the house, she is not worrying
There were never any shots when
every minute about money. She is going
the big man went out hunting, and
to the gym again. She is washing
the rabbits had no injuries. They
her car on a regular basis. In her clean
were just dead.
car, in her damp gym clothes, she
That night the kid had first
drives through the bright-blue mornwatch, and the others fell asleep as he
ing, feeling calm. She’s going to be right
hummed in that same clear tone.
on time.

He tips back in his chair and looks
The kid found a streamlet the next
at the whiteboard, where the story beats
morning, and whooped as he cleaned
for Act I have been written in streaky
himself. Grady and the big man
black marker. They’re only two days
walked over to join, but Hoke stayed
into breaking the episode and already
with the horses.
the character of Emmett Diggs is posClean or not, they all filled their
ing problems. So far the formula has
canteens before setting out.
been consistent: nineteen-sixties bad
It was a long morning, and Hoke
guy commits heinous crimes, winds up
muttered and cursed from his saddle.
in solitary in Attica, travels through a
“This goddamned dust. It doesn’t
rift in the space-time continuum, and
grind your throat raw then it half
pops up in present-day upstate New
blinds you.” He covered his face with
York, where he continues his crime
his hat.
spree until he is tracked down and apprehended by a top-secret team of
special agents. Which the network says
they like; which has worked just fine
until now; so why, on the first episode
he’s been assigned to write, are they
trying something different?

The back yard is a mess. Weeds up
to his waist, cracked concrete. A tarp
slung over a pile of stuff pushed up
against the garage door. From the front,
otherhouse
question,
asked
only
by the
husthe
looked
nice.
Neat.
Green
band,
and
only
in
his
head:
How
does
lawn. Front door painted a glossy bright
A good piece
an up
hour
passed
a science-fiction
guyof
end
writing
rared.
But back here
it’s
different.
Flatbefore
Hoke’s
horse
stumbled
and
cial
melodrama?
Also:
How
do
I
write
tened cardboard boxes, dusty grill.
bumped
Grady’s
horse.
He him
grabbed
this character
without
making
Plastic
playhouse
bleaching
in theseem
sun.
Hoke
hard
at
the
shoulders.
like all the lumps
other decent,
Shrunken
of shit long-sufferall over the
thataccused
hat off and
look
where
ing,“Take
wrongly
black
men
who
dead
grass. He
hesitates,
then
thinks
you’re
going.”
have
shown
up
onscreen
over
the
years?
of the cars that pulled out of the drive“I won’t. This dust bothers me
way: a Prius, a Mini• Cooper. There will
more
than
you do.”
Spit.
Spraying
across
glass. The
definitely
be Apple
gear the
inside.
Grady
hit him.
A formless
barking sudden
and
loud.
A
blackgasp
dog
•Hoke’s hat
escaped
through
asfrom
he
at the
back
door,
lunging
at
him
On one side of the board, possible
hunched
over,
braced
against
his
the other side
of the window
the
backstories
for Emmett
Diggs: in
1. Arcantle.
door.
It
looks
big,
maybe
seventy-five
thritic gardener’s son, recently home
He took
slow
breaths
foreyebrows
a time,
pounds.
looks
from
its light
from
theItArmy;
2. Head
chef
in the
while
Grady
looked
as
far
down
as if it might
some
Rottweiler
kitchen
of localhave
country
club;
3. Memthe
road
as
he
could.
Hoke
slowly
mixed
in. The
door shakes
the
ber
of the
maintenance
staffwhen
at Miss
straightened
up.
dog
launches
itself,
its
nails
scrabbling
So-and-So’s School. Behind each of
“Damned
sun’d cook
awindow,
cow where
on the
glass. Through
bethese
possibilities
is thethe
question:
How
ityond
stands,”
said
Hoke.
He
put
his
hat
the
dog,
he
can
see
the
washer
does a black man in 1961 gain entry to
back
on hishe
head,
and
gently held and
his
and spaces
dryer,
canrich
see sweatshirts
the
where
white girls live,
stomach.
He
took
two
bullets
out
of
jackets
hanging
hooks,
so
that he
can fallfrom
in love
withcleaning
one, get
asupplies
pouch lined
on hisuphip
and
held
them
in
a shelf.
too
secretly engaged, along
and then
be Not
accused
his
hand.
As
he
looked
at
the
faces
farmurder
from the
todead,
the raped
shelf,
of
whenback
she isdoor
found
he’d
carved innothe
softthan
lead,the
his length
smile
the
distance
more
and mutilated, on a golf course? Anof his arm, outstretched. And the dog,
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ignitesthe
ourstrange
sense of
him, and it
of his arm, outstretched. And the dog,
politics
and
But
a world
and have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman), of
burns
through
thelust.
rest of
thein
film,
reachnow that he’s had a minute to look at
the sexual
proclivities
of presway to the sound of “My Sharona,” by another comely fellow, who spends an where
ing a smoky
fruition
as he proves
to be
it? Not as big as its bark makes it sound.
and senators
the Knack. That is what Richard Link- entire scene lauding his own ass in the idents
the undisputed
masterare
ofplucked
the bong.from
OvalofOffice
and truckplayed
stop bathall is Finnegan,
with
later •does in his latest film, “Everybody mirror; the mustached McReynolds theBest
At the stop sign, she counts to five.
andcharm
splashed
onto
the pages
a runaway
by Glen
Powell.
Finn,
Wants Some!!,” and it’s hard to think (Tyler Hoechlin), who loathes losing, rooms
She doesn’t want to get another ticket.
the
most prestigious
newspapers,
as he
is known,
is the eloquent
one, spoolof a brighter start. The buck in ques- even at Ping-Pong; Niles ( Juston Street), of
And then waits a little more, because
novelist
mustriffs
digindeeper.
Hands
ing out
his verbal
a bid not
just
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have the
there’s Jessica, her neighbor, out walkthe Wheel
is a to
wonderful
to catch
girls but
boost the exploradramatic
end of the song we’ve already grasped thrown a pitch at ninety-five miles an on
ing Cocoa. She gives a tap on her horn
dash of
of the
the unorthodox
proceedings.love
“Webetween
all take
the unfolding shape of his life. He glides hour; and Dale ( J. Quinton Johnson), tion
and waves: Go ahead, cross the street.
manbeing
and chumps
a bus and
sacrifices
around
here,” hethey
expast groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that aturns
She isn’t in any hurry, and she’s preocBy the
endchumpification,
of the novel,
plains.make.
“You accept
your
front of a house on a pleasant street. He anyone notices or cares. There are mul- must
cupied with a relaxing and anticipatory
reader
wonders
whether
it
and astute
move on.”
Excellent
advice,
in any
has a shy smile and a box of LPs in his tiple flash points in this society, mostly the
sort of arithmetic. How many more
stranger
than the
modern
field
of endeavor,
andworld
a key toofthe
lovely
arms. Sunlight pours down like a ben- to do with sporting smarts or carnal brag- is
weeks before they can talk about getpolitics.
gadocio, but racial bias isn’t one of them. primary
note of comic
humility with which the
ediction. He’s ready for anything.
ting some bids on the roof ? Also, the
Kiefer’s book
comes after
much
bumptiousness
of the
stuLinklater has long been a champion In his limber and leisurely fashion, Link- natural-born
kid needs a proper bookcase; the shelves
anticipation.
Theand
publishing
world
dents is tempered
soothed, and
the
of beginnings and ends. “Dazed and later is glancing at a golden age.
in her room are starting to bow. The
been delighted
with into
the
His most cheering gift, and maybe has
movielong
prevented
from coarsening
Confused” (1993) hung out with a bunch
Voder-Smith family is ready to graduof the
Hands
the Wheel:
a brawl.story
Jake and
otheron
newbies
must,
of kids on their final day of high school; the reason that he calls this movie a “spir- origin
ate from Swedish-designed particlea bus
into
New
York City,
of course,
expect
a dose
of hazing,
and
“Boyhood” (2014), having tracked its itual sequel” to “Dazed and Confused,” riding
board! They’ll have to plan ahead for
inspired
trip
they arewas
duly so
fastened
withby
ducthis
tape
to
hero, Mason, for many years, bid him is an itch to populate the frame. At his Kiefer
property taxes, due at the beginning
he fence,
immediately
sped
outdown,
400
a border
one of them
upside
farewell on his first day of higher edu- best, he doesn’t really direct a film so that
of December, but if all goes as it
in a fitwith
of hyperproductivity.
and peppered
baseballs struck by
cation, at once bewildered and blissed much as host it—keeping all his charac- pages
should they won’t have to ask her mother
substantial
majority
of theI pages
their
bat-wielding
teammates.
guess
out. Jake, too, is at that pivotal point. A ters involved, rescuing the wallflowers, “A
for help this year. And if—is even to
unusable,”
Kiefer
mused
that’s part
of the deal,
yet the
tale asina
freshman at an unnamed college in making sure that everyone is plied with proved
think it to jinx it? Her husband is suinterview
year in thisis magawhole,
though last
filthy-mouthed,
lenient
southeast Texas (otherwise known, to lines and bits of stage business, as if he an
perstitious about these things—if the
“but the
of a were
bus harmed
as the
and humane.
Noidea
freshmen
moviegoers, as Linklaterland), he is more were topping up drinks. The obvious zine,
show gets an order for nine more epifor narrative,
it stuck in my
in the making
of this film.
of a jock than Mason, and less of a comparison is with “Hail, Caesar!,” in vehicle
sodes, maybe they can finally tackle the
autopilot
was
It isassetitinwere.”
1980, aThe
crossroads
for muwounded soul; whatever his past may which the Coens introduced a crew of craw,
back yard.
MOMENT
in Hands
novel.
sicaltotrends
both coming and going. We
andThe
thenbus
let them
have HERE’S
been, weAlearn
very little
about on
it. promising
throb in figures
his eyes.
eased slide,
right set
• Wheel (Melville House), the half-used;
around the
snowy
New
Kiefer’s
character,
dregs main
of disco,
Blondie’s Harri“Heart
the
result
leftHampshire
audiencescul-degaz- get the
He’s the
like a passenger boarding a ship
We open onshimmering
a couple, embracing
in
groping at the pavement through the son Lincoln, is carefully drawn. The
debut novel
by Jason
around
at the end and asking, “Is that of Glass,” the Cars, Cheap Trick, and a
with a single suitcase.
What matters
is ingsac,
melting ice. Inside the cavernous universithe dark. The Kiefer,
grounds when
of a golf
course
most
revelations
of“Pop
his
burst ofinteresting
pustular punk.
We get M’s
one away
is disposable.
the surging
tideprotagonist
of the now,Harrison
and the it?”ty,To
theLinklater,
candidates no
shuffled
their preroll away on allLincoln
sides, the
grass
metalremarks
oneagerly
the awakening
cometothrough
hisI bus
log
Muzik,” which
my horror
rememNesbit
(Austin
Amelio),
whoshaking
tends character
camera follows
him
into the Take
debate
jitters
like huskies
softly
lic in the moonlight.
nearby,
the
of his From
intimate
to the to snow
theirbets,
fur. for
Anda as
took the
Beginning
simple
recordber, in pitiless
detail,asfrom
1979.
And,
placefrom
unwise
fewthey
dollars,
on entries.
house—taking
its connection
cue from a snaking
stage, Harrison brought his bus to a stop. ing of space and time, the logs soon
presidential
campaign
thatto an
he fruitless
daily activities; Plummer (Tem- courtesy of the Sugarhill Gang, we get
hose,
thebus
garden
THE NEW YORKER,
APRILwhich
11, 2016runs from 67
tentatively, the bus and Harrison
drives for
a living:where a water bed is pleCarefully,
romantic
and in
personal
“Rapper’smore
Delight,”
chanted
angelic
Baker),
upstairs
bedroom,
made
love.who is just off the pace when- become
as
Harrison
and
the
bus’s
sexual
relachorus,
consonant-perfect,
by
Roper,
ever
jokes
are
flying
about;
or
Willoughby
slowly being
filled.
It’s
that
kind
of
place.
The bus purred beneath him. His
Jake
is
a
pitcher,
and
the
house
is
inFinn,
Plummer,
Dale,
and
Jake
as
they
(Wyatt
Russell),
the
in-house
hippie.
In
hands gripped the wheel, sweating slightILLUSTRATION BY KEVIN ALVIR

around the block, careful not to step her car on a regular basis. In her clean
Trieste
in ainseries
visual throbs
next to them. All of the hut’s seventy- Gulf
emptygym
downstairs,
on of
the
cracks
the of
sidewalk.
From thought
car, inwas
herthe
damp
clothes,and
she
effect.
Zoom! Totothe
Alice! like
the
unabashedly
orgasmic
build
of
nine
bedsBang!
were expected
be moon,
filled, and,
disappearing
into
the
woods.
Later,mornonother houses come the sounds of dogs drives through the bright-blue
eep,”
Shesome
knows
he’sdrinking
not going
to dogoing
it.
that
Eichmann
his
Rilke’s
poems.
In 1912,
wrote
a line,
with
serious
already
barking,
and from
otherhe
yards
theto
noise
ing,I discovered
feeling calm.
She’s
going toand
be right
I did
Hoke had
ate the
extra
dinner.
S.S.
guards
stayed
at
the
inn
while
“We
are
in
the
karst,
and
the
hardon in the dining room,
• this was begin- friend,
of lawnmowers and leaf blowers. Con- on time.
e me
of himNight
in this ened
mountains
forgo the effeminacy
ning Something
to strike meisasrequired
problematic.
struction
is happening
somewhere fleeing U.S. troops at •the end of the war.
ne, I
moment,
he be
knows.
Someone
is scared ofdown
coins
buried
the
any vegetation.”
There’s
actually
quite
was
going to
a challenge;
morning
the street. After completing
the GoldHe
tipsthat
backthey
in his
chairunder
and looks
Next
morning
Grady
was
updug
before
and needs his help. What’s confusing a lap
huts
in
the
meadow
had
been
up
lot he
of vegetation
around
the
castle
gruesome.
looks up at the clock on top of at the whiteboard, where the story beats
t, aleveryone. He
slapped over
the the
dustyears.
from
isI the
question
of who.
Eventothough
decided
that the
only way
han- (and
occasionally
only
Rilke
could
have
the Catholic church the next block over: for Act I have been written in streaky
Foos’s
his clothes andI had
yanked
the saddle
the
boy to
is get
looming
her immeand has imagined
toonly
choose
dle
it was
myselfover
to sleep
the He
gentle
slopes
nine-forty.
walks
up the driveway black marker.IfThey’re
twoa fadays
arely
onto
his
horse.
He
tucked
his
cameo
his fistand
cocked,
theyout
both
look
to him
vorite
stretch
from
my
samdiately,
to clear
first
thing
in nearby
to
be
mountains),
purposefully and pushes through the into breaking the episode and already
ning
brooch intopling
the kid’s
like
they’re Iinhad
trouble.
of thepossibles.
Via,
it would
the
morning.
a sleeping pill in my but
the path
itselfgate,
is pure
white
wooden
a high gate that, the character
of Emmett
Diggs
is posatory
Thick
clouds
drooped
down
from
be
the
part
of
the
Blue
trail
glasses case, where I’•d also stowed my karst:
fantastical
waterhe noticed yesterday, doesn’t have ing problems. So far the formula
has
yeurthe
sky
that
morning,
hiding
the
sun.
Arm raised,
hand clenched,
sees eroded
that passes
through the
contact-lens
container.
A minorhe
misa lock.stone, fissured into
been consistent:
nineteen-sixties
bad
ecall
As they rode,
Hoke
covered
his
face
it then,
thinks
he’s twist.
a joke. what geologists call •clints
Walser
villages
of the
Piedhap
gave clearly:
the day she
a final
farcical
guy commits
heinous
crimes,
winds
up
ss of
with
his
hat.
His
horse
bumped
into
He sees
it inlens
the stubborn
holds and Ecola?
Thetravels
landscape
was a
Some
of the
solution way
had she
leaked,
grykes—blocks
and at the inter- in solitary mont.
Orkin? Idling
in Attica,
through
king
one of the others.forested, with Chiher body, the blank
look, thenarcotic.
total ab- cracks—and
half-dissolving
my precious
fluted
like
section, she can’t
remember
for a mo- rift in the thickly
space-time continuum, and
was
“Was that you, Grady?
Sorry,
I
sencewas
of fear.
He’s a lightweight.
A joker.
crags
and
There
no alternative
but to lick
the cake
icing
pinched
into
ment
theorname
of the
company she is pops up innese-looking
present-day upstate
New
got
my
hat
over
my
face
again,”
he
He’s not
going
to do
it. Actually,
thinks, rigid
The villages
residue
out.
I was
doing
this, myhe
tongue
waves
on her
way like
homeantoarrested
meet. In ocean.
the past knolls
York,scarved
whereinhefog.
continues
his were
crime
rgin
said. There
was only of
silence.
yes I deep
am. in the case’s plush interior,
miraculous
specimens
an
ingenious,
buried
I
then
headed
north
into
Austria,
and
week three men came through the spree until he is tracked down and apafter
“I know
it riles you up.”
culture.
were miniawhen the door opened
Purple
trail.
One low-impact
• and the Swiss resumed
house,following
one afterthe
the
other,
wearing
prehended
by a There
top-secret
team of
MediGrady
said
nothing. in
Hoke’s
hat
Bam!
Pow!
Right
in the
eye.folShe stretch
ture
funiculars
for
bringing
supplies
couple
came
in. An
awkward
pause
of
it
passes
near
the
Altaussee
jumpsuits and slipping disposable boo- special agents. Which the network
says
rainwent
back
on
his
head.
stumbles
backward,
nearly
fallingbeon salt
streets
too steep
and narrow
lowed,
in which
I decided
it would
the Nazis
some
of (the
tiesmine,
over where
their shoes,
threehid
men
on their
they
like;are
which
has worked
justfor
fine
speThey
rode
on untilvehicles
early eveher butt,
go of theThey
bag.stared their
cars),
Richard
Scarry-like
on
hopeless
toletting
try to explain.
stolen
art.
I
dropped
down
from
hands and knees in the attic, creaking until now; so why, on the first episode
edge
“ You deserve to
be dead!”
ning, when
Hoke
his horse
for nudged
the
garbage
for a moment, evidently
reappraising
pristine
meadows—still
emerald green

overhead,
tapping inquisitively
at the caterpillar
he’s beentreads
assigned
to write,
areand
they
“Poughkeepsie!”
girls.
to
the
side
of
the
trail
and
called
out.
nd
car their
into
the
house,
she
is
not
worrying
other
question,
asked
only
by
the
husLenny
brightens.
“Actually,asI’ve
been inbeams.
heavy
lifting,
stone
houses
caged
in
high-minded
roommate
some
August—and
looked
at
the
old
After collecting all the estimates, trying something different?
t
his
He
needed
to
relieve
himself.
Grady
ay and kind
every
minute
about
money.
She
is
going
band,
and
only
in
his
head:
How
does
thinking
about that!
Andspecialized
here’s where railbeds,
wooden
balconies,
scythes
lying
on
the
of cokehead
or very
with
salt
crystals
glittering
along
she consulted with her husband, who

stopped,
but the kid
w lap deviant,
to can
thebefore
gymbeating
again.
is Iwashing
a •science-fiction
guy end up writing
ra- and the big man
• in- thehad
we
introduce
some
really
dark,
chimneys
aShe
retreat.
passed
tunnels
and to
a subterranean
chapel
only this
say: “Trust your
gut.” stone-covered
The backroofs,
yard is
a mess. shingled
Weeds up
rvice,
didn’t.
o step out,
her
car
on
a
regular
basis.
In
her
clean
cial
melodrama?
Also:
How
do
I
write
teresting
stuffquickly,
in thetoBthe
story.
houses.
The schist-rich
local
mercifully
dimYou’ve
roar dedicated
to St. Barbara,
the
patron
Oh—Greenleaf!
That’s
the
name.saint
They like
to tiny
his waist,
cracked
concrete. A
tarp
ed—
“Look
who’s
gotbutt!”
himselfmadly
in a hurFrom ofseen
car,
in
herManchurian
damp gym
clothes,
she ofthis
character
without
making
him
seem rock he
‘The
Candidate,’
“The
emperor
is
naked—and
has
a
flabby
made
everything
glitter
Slovenian
drinking
songs,
and left
miners.
Years-old
swags
of
fir
hung
cost the
most,
but
sheHe
liked
the man
slung over a pile of stuff pushedinup
sen
the
single-story
Manor
House
Motel
clinic,
where
she
lived.
opened
the
pital
ry sunshine.
now,” saidThe
Hoke.
f dogs before
drivesdaybreak
through
the
bright-blue
mornlike
the smelling
other decent,
long-sufferright?
O.K.,
sothe
what
I’m
thinking
is: onand,
the
were
next
morning.
theall
walls,
asliterature,
if they’d
just
according
to the
they
the garageWalsers
door. From
theGerfront,
bent
the
tracks
his tears had
left
on door
“Different
my
ass.black
I betmen
theythe
fit against
thefeeling
site of
his laboratory
years
earto
my room,
switched
on
Grady
rode
towardand
themigrants
kid withefield
noise asthe
ing,
calm.
She’s
going
to
be
right
ing,
wrongly
accused
who
warden
has
been
doing
some crazy been
Just
beyond
the
hut,
I
saw
something
man-speaking
refugees
cut,
the
salt
air
keeping
them
unuse perfect.”
one-hundred-per-cent-organic
the• house looked nice. Neat. Green
hisbecause
dusty face.

you
lier
it
had
a
pitched
roof—high
air-conditioner,
and
put
down
my
lugrably
out spread
a glance at Hoke.
. Con- moving
on time.
have shown
psychological
experiments
in the gray
light below on
me:the
a naturally
fresh.up onscreen over the years? who
through
the Alps
materials.
lawn. Front south
door painted
a glossy
bright
“Those
aren’t
my
boots.”
Grady
upright
across
gage,
saying
that
he
would
collect
me
day, enough for him to walk
He
caught
up
toimprovising
the bykid
and
where
• horns.
• isatnot
e watches
the Itsecond
into the
house,
she
worrying
inmates.
Including
Emmett
Diggs.
other
question,
asked
only
theFlathusevening,
I stayed
Blaa-Alm,
shaggy
animal
with big
was
ancar That
during
the
Middle
Ages,
a
red. But back here it’s different.
• to dinner.
headed
down
the
trail.
Hoke
sighed,
the
attic
floor—which
would
make
it
in
an
hour
to
go
out
“After
evels
grabbed
him.
ng the ibex,
He
tips
back
in
his
chair
and
looks
Spit.
Spraying
across
the
glass.
The
back
outinto
ofitthe
driveway
andanthe
every
minute
about
money.
She
is
going
upon
being
asked
by
a
female
officer
hallway
until
he
arrives
at
the
elThey’ve
made
him
an
assassin
and
band,
and
only
in
his
head:
How
does
inn
along
the
trail.
The
owners,
who’
d
though
in
profile
looked
like
a
life
style
on
the
high
terrain
where
noThe
husband
isback
late and
tohand
work.
the tened cardboard boxes, dusty grill.
Mountain
walls,
too farhis
todream
reachofin that,
bouncing
the
foot
from
toAs
possible
for him
to realize
we can
come
ahand.
litm,
“What
are
topheof slightly
at the
whiteboard,
where
the
beats
barking
sudden
and
loud.
Atake
black
dog body
then
makes
slow
laptold
tome
the
gym
She
is
washing
as
load
heryou—”
the
ambulance,
evator,
which
he
takes
to
the
lobby.
he
doesn’t
evenhe
know
it!
Using,
you
a they
science-fiction
guy
end
rathey
wereagain.
going
toto
be
gone
for
disreputable
unicorn.
I astory
took
out
else
farmed
orinto
lived.
Itup
was
a fruelevator
carries
him
up
the
offices,
Plastic
playhouse
bleaching
inwriting
the
sun.
a day’sa ride,
penned
them
intointo
this tle
The
kid
and
the
big
man
turned
creating
viewing
platform
to
peer
tour
of
the
attic,”
he
said.
at
he
The
kid
fell in
loose-limbed
out
of
k over: my
for
Act
I
have
been
written
in
streaky
at
the
back
door,
lunging
at
him
from
around
the
block,
careful
not
to stepthe
her
car
on
a
regular
basis.
In
her
clean
“Now,
were
you
any
other
way
asAfter
nodding
at
the
security
guard,
know,
radical
brainwashing
techniques,
cial
melodrama?
Also:
How
do
I
write
night,
left
my
room
key
in
the
enphone
and
filmed
it
as
it
ambled
gal
life
style,
constrained
by
the
deheAfter
is thinking
aboutI Emmett
Byron Shrunken lumps of shit all over the
basin.
Most
days
they saw little but down
the
trail.
the
guest
rooms
below.
I unpacked,
began
making
ound
his
Grady
didn’t
notice
when
veway across
black
marker.
They’re
only
days
the
other
side
of the
window
in He
the
on athe
cracksscree.
the
sidewalk.
From
car,
inAttica
her
gym
clothes,
shemands
saulted?”
will
feel
forbut
the
first
time
he
pushes
through
glass
doors.
like
mixture
ofinwhat
theyI two
do in
thissaddle.
character
without
making
him
seem
It
was
andamp
old
wooden
building
lunar
When
look
at‘A trance.
of
basic
survival,
there
were
Diggs,
inmate
No.
243.
Diggs
dead
grass.
He
hesitates,
then
thinks
those
walls, stunted
plants,
and
each notes
Hoke
followed.
He
bought
the
property
for
a
hunof
my
impressions
of
Gerald
Foos.
t,
alHoke
joined
him.
He
saw
only
the
gh the the
into
breaking
the
episode
and
already
door.
It
looks
big,
maybe
seventy-five
other
houses
come
the electric-shock
sounds
of dogsinstands
drives
through
the
bright-blue
mornafraid,
or
that
the
dog,
after
attacking
on
the
empty
sidewalk,
squintClockwork
Orange’
plus
like
all
the
other
decent,
long-sufferthe
Tyrolian
style,
deep
in
the
midfootage
now,
it
seems
the
perfect
enough
grace
notes
to
make
you
feel
willinterest
be the
innocent
man
to
ap- of the cars that pulled out of the driveother.
today thousand
they sawdollars.
a cart My
The
old
man
shrugged
and
urged
dred
andBut
forty-five
infirst
him
wasitsnot
dependent
kid,
dead
and
already
cold,
without
a
eould
that, emblem
the
character
of
Emmett
Diggs
is
pospounds.
It
looks
from
light
eyebrows
barking,
and
from
other
yards
thecome
noisedle
ing,
feeling
calm.When
She’s
going
to be rightthat
away:
U.P.S.
delivery
driver,
will
be
taken
ing
the
sunlight,
barely
registering
therapy
plus
hypnosis?
So what
we
ing,
accused
black
men
who
ofinsilent
countryside,
with
flowerof
that
place:
wild
and dreamtheawrongly
inhabitants
enjoyed
their
exispear
on
the
show.
the
showrunPrius,
a Mini
Cooper.
There
will
pulled by
two happy
mules.about giving up on
his
mules
onward.
wasn’t
having
access
to his some
attic.
IRottweiler
was
hopd have
spy “Donna
mark
on
him.
ing
problems.
So
far
the
formula
has
as
if
it
might
have
lawnmowers
leaf blowers.
Con-hung
onbalconies
time.
to
a rescue
organization
up
north
that
the
traffic
Then
slowly
toofand
realize
is what and
triggers
him is white
have
up
onscreen
over
the years?
like
marvellous.
looking
out
on a he
meadow
Inshown
a little
museum
Alagna,
I
ner
himgoing
on
theby.episode,
“I tence.
definitely
be
Apple
gearin
inside.
They and
led their
horses
the path ing
house
living
in theoff
manager’s
toput
getin.
his
permission
to readhe
thesaid,
hunlow- our
It took
most
of• theshepherds,
evening
for
been
consistent:
nineteen-sixties
bad full
mixed
The
door
shakes
when
the admired
struction
is happening
somewhere
specializes
in
Australian
or
rotates
to
face
the
building.
The
secuwomen—”
Abruptly
the husband
pushes
of
small
farm
buildings,
and
I
seemed
a
teaspoon
carved
with
a
hand

don’tofwant
you
to he
think
that to
I’mhave
ask•
while the
cartmotel,”
passed,Foos
andsaid.
said “But
their dreds
of the
pages
that
claimed
made quarters
Grady
and
Hokehaving
to
bury
him.
They
guy
commits
heinous
crimes,
winds
up
dog
launches
itself,
its
nails
scrabbling
down
thethe
street.
After
completing
thetority
He
tips
back
in
his
chair
and
looks
that
the
daughter,
been
told
that
guard
moves
to
open
the
door
for
away
from
the
table,
his
chairAlpina
squealSpit.
Spraying
across
the
glass.
The
iking
entire
Via
have
it
entirely
to
myself.
A
wooden
holding
a
rose.
ing you
to write
thisfifteen
one
just
because
On one side of the board, possible
hellos
to the
driver,
shortbuy
andanother
old and written
They
camped
after
dark.
The
promised
her
that we’d
during
theagain
past
years,
with
onna.
of
anything
say
afinter- I ing
in
solitary
in
travels
through
on
glass.
thebedroom
window,
be- hadn’t
lap
he looks
up
at the
clock
onrising
top aofstaircase
at the
whiteboard,
where
the
beats
against
theAttica,
floor.
He
stands,
her
mother
tripped
at
the
gym
and
him,
but
theupThrough
husband
shakes
his
head,
barking
sudden
and
loud.
Ato
black
dog
It’s
thethought
looping
continuum
of
the
trail
would
take
years,
so
after
leaving
led
a large
in
the
character
istoblack,”
and
hestory
replied,
backstories
for
Emmett
Diggs:
1.
Arwith as
more
mules
than
teeth.
The
cart the
kid
gathered
wood
for
the
fire.
Hoke
house
soon
as
we
could
afford
it.”
result
that
he
would
one
day
allow
da her
terward
so
they
stood
with
their
hats
mo- Triglav
rift
in
the
space-time
continuum,
and
yond
the
dog,
he
can
see
the
washer
church
the
next
block
over:which
for
Act
I
have
been
written
in
streaky
tothe
hisCatholic
full height,
the
sight
of
which
split
her
eyebrow
open
on
a
barbell,
pulls
his
car
keys
from
his
pocket,
and
at
the
back
door,
lunging
at
him
from
that
makes
the
Via
Alpina
what
it
is.
It
National
Park
I
got
into
a
car
the
walls,
ceiling,
and
every
other
“I to
don’t
think
that.”
But
now he
be- thritic gardener’s son, recently home
was
covered
with
canvas.
managed
the
horses.
Foos
pulled
into athe
parking
areaNew
of me
write
about
him.
Isweatshirts
knew
thatis he
wer,”
crushed
inlong
their
hands.
When
the
she is and
pops
up
inother
present-day
upstate
and
dryer,
hethe
can
see
and
nine-forty.
He
walks
the
black
marker.
They’re
only
two
daysdoesn’t
makes
Lenny
pause
andupshoot
a trail.
quick surface,
will
whenever
the in
woman
turns
toward
parking
garage.
The
thegrow
other
side
the
window
the
take
toof
lose
yourself
the
drove
to
sections
of
thedriveway
including
the
light-switch
cover,
ginning
to worry
about
what
tofront
do
with
from
thenervous
Army;
2.
Head
chef
inin
the
“What’s
in the
cart?”
said the
kid. viewed
A
pile
of
kindling
sat
in
of sun
the
Manor
House
Motel,
a
brick
buildhimself
as
a
sex
researcher
along
and.
touched
the
horizon,
the
big
man
he past Moving
York,
where
he
continues
his
crime
jackets
hanging
from
hooks,
cleaning
purposefully
andI crossed
pushes“Everything
through
thehad
into
breaking
the
episode
and
already
glance
at the showrunner.
puts
on
exercise
clothes—he
somehow
only
place
he
wants
to
go
right
now
door.
It
looks
big,
maybe
seventy-five
rhythms
of
mountain
travel:
the
mornsouthwest,
into
Italy,
been
intricately
panelled
in
the
same
Emmett
Diggs.
kitchen of local country club; 3. Mem“Bodies,”
the white,
old man.
“Some
Grady,
who
hadn’t
spoken
the
ing
painted
green
and
with
orthe
lines of
Alfred
Kinsey,
I since
assumed
penrode
up to
h the where
spree
until
hea said
is
tracked
down
and
ap- butter-colored
lined
up
along
aand
shelf.
too ing
white
wooden
gate,
athe
high
gate
that,
the
character
of Emmett
Diggs
is posO.K.,
buddy?”
the
showrunner
asks.
issupplies
home.
senses
regardless
ofitsthe
blood
and
pounds.
Itthem.
looks
light
eyebrows
climb
and
longfrom
afternoon
descent,
Icame
began
walk
on
Karst
Plawood.
veryNot
comber
of that
the
maintenance
staff
at Miss
• It was
folksdoors
to town into
and caused
troucart.
He
started
the
fire
and
fed
it,
ange
leading
each
of
its
that
his
account
centered
on
what
exall—
He
tucked
his
pigging
string
earing teau,
prehended
by
a
top-secret
team
of
far
from
the
back
door
to
the
shelf,
hea husband
noticed
yesterday,
doesn’t
havefortable,
ing
problems.
So
far
the
formula
has
The
looks
atpockmarked
him evenly.
“Yes,”
tears
his
attention
should
be
focussed
as
if
it
might
have
some
Rottweiler
rocky
landscape
with
the
dependably
undependable
weather,
even
luxurious,
if
a
touch
sar•
Two
one
and
sevSo-and-So’s School. Behind each of
ble. Now they’re
leaving.”
keeping
his
head
down
when
the
big back
twenty-one
guest
rooms.
He parked
cited
himthousand
sexually,
buthundred
itthan
wasthe
possible
every
into
the
britchin
of
his
saddle,
e boo- caves
special
Which
the
distance
noon
more
length
a says.
lock.
been
consistent:
nineteen-sixties
badthe
Emmett
hangs
back
for remembers
a moment,
he
“I’m
just
getting
anetwork
Coke.”
elsewhere.
The
sound
of
the
front
door
mixed
in.
Theknowing
door
shakes
when
the
andagents.
sinkholes,
andtheended
up says
at cophagal.
never
quite
what
you’re
I sat
out
the
balcony,
watchenty-five
dollars:
this
she
these
possibilities
is the
question:
How
Grady
snuck building
a look consisting
under the that
man
walked
up.
He
closed
his
eyes
next
to
an
adjacent
he
noted
things
that
existed
beyond
urse.”
then
swept
his
hand
back
toward
the
n their Duino
they Castle.
like; which
has
worked
just
fine
of
his
arm,
outstretched.
And
the
dog,
• walking along ing
guy
commits
heinous
crimes,
winds
up
surveying
the
scene.
On
one
hand,
he
opening
softly
makes
him
look
at
the
dog
launches
itself,
its
nails
scrabbling
It
was
here,
going
to
see
over
the
crest
of
the
next
night
fall
and
feeling
as
though
I’
d

exactly.
the the
job
is
done, she
will
does a black man in 1961 gain entry to
then and
backed
away.
Hisquarters.
face was his
when
heAfter
heard
rabbits
hit
the
an office
theon
family
desires.
A
voyeur
isa motivated
by
animes ofcover,
Alittle
breeze
kicked
upwearing
a vicious
eaking
until
now;
so
why,
the
first
episode
now
that
he’s
had
minute
tothrough
look
at trail.
Ecola?
Orkin?
Idling
atAdriatic,
the
inter-landed
in solitary
in the
Attica,
travels
There’s
more
blood
than
he
expected.
wants
toago
to
woman,
who
is arsobboy
(a
heavyset,
still
the
onpass
the
glass.
Through
the
window,
bethe
cliff-top
path
above
thefear—like
or
who’s
going
emerge
from
inout
folktale
about
a traveller
write
the
entire
amount
and
theahigh
the
spaces
where
richto
white
girls
live,
pale, his
eyesblue-eyed
wide with
a ticipation;
ground.
Donna,
a
short
blond
woman
he
invests
endless
hours
in
the
tatwas
spray
of
dust
that
made
Grady
and
the that
he’s
been
assigned
to
write,
are
they
it?
Not
as
big
as
its
bark
makes
it
sound.
section,
she
can’t
remember
for
a the
mo-riving
rift
in
the
space-time
continuum,
and
The
ladyclaimed
is holding
herheard
eye with
bing
disbelief
and
dripping
blood
satchel
slung
over
his
shoulder),
but
yond
the
dog,
he
can
see
the
washer
Rilke
to
have
a
voice
the
mist
along
the
trail—though,
unlike
in
a
household
under
some
powfeel of
ofseeing
the
check
tearing
crisply
so that he can fall in love with one, get
horsey. a nurse’s uniform, greeted us hope
He
forced
toto look
wearing
whathimself
he
wishes
see.along
Yetat Hoke
aged
flinch
away.
The
dustand
settled,
mates, speak
trying
something
•will
ment
the
name
ofdifferent?
the
company
pops
up
in present-day
upstate
New
hand
that
was
on the
messenger
bag,she
andiserful
on
the
floor.
But
even
though
he silly
has Ötzi,
before
hecan
canbe
the
room
reach
andyou
dryer,
hecross
canand
see
sweatshirts
and
the
opening
line
of said
what
became
fairly
sure
the
stranger
enchantment.
the
perforated
linechest
be
a small,
secretly
engaged,
then
be
accused
“Look
atShe
thiswas
one!”
Hoke.
He for
the
rabbits.
His
felt
tight
and
in
the
office.
heading
to
the
every
erotic
episode
he
witnesses
he
saw.
and
the
big
man
was
still
there.
“It’s
At
the
stop
sign,
she
counts
to
five.
d, who the
•“Who,
hersee
way
homecoming
to meet.
In
the her
past no
York,
where
he
continues
his
crime
heon
can
blood
through
way
of
knowing
that
a
very
good
him,
before
he
can
open
his
mouth
and
jackets
hanging
from
hooks,
cleaning
There
was
nothing
sinister,
exactly,
Duino
Elegies:
if
I
cried,
isn’t
going
to
kill
you.
He
might
even
thing
that
pleases
you so of murder when she is found dead, raped
lifted the
foot of
one of
the corpses ishe
spat.
Wanted
toher.
yell.Thank
grabbed
hospital,
to
work
a night
shift.
also
privy
to
hundreds
ofHe
mundane
time
tobego,”
hefriend.
said.
She
doesn’t
want
to
get
ticket.
r gut.” would
The
back
yard
a mess.
Weeds
up
week
three
menis
came
through
thethough
spree
until
he first
is
tracked
down
and
ap-want
fingers.
In
her from
other
hand
she’s
still
holdplastic
surgeon
sewanother
up her
eyesay,
“Hey,
brother,”
boy
has Not
closed
supplies
lined
up
a course?
shelf.
too
the
tall
firwill
trees
around
the
hear
me
among
the
Angels’
to
your
We’ve
come
that
much!
For
the
time
since
moving
and
mutilated,
onalong
athe
golf
Anout
past
the
canvas.
“Ain’t Foos
these told
your moments
each
rabbit,
twisted
its
head,
snapped
our
On
the
way
to
my
room,
representing
the
ordinary
daily
And
then
waits
a
little
more,
because
. They orders?”
to
his
waist,
cracked
concrete.
A
tarp
house,
one
after The
the
other,
wearing
ing
theThe
telephone.
person
on
the meadow
prehended
by top-secret
team

brow
with
twenty-two
stitches,
or thatoffarthe
door
behind
him
and
gone.
far
from
the
back
door
shelf,
 tois the
were
forbidding
in
the
dusk,
Sentiero
Rilke,
as
the
Italsince
the
Bronze
Age.
And
they
rode
on.
boots?”
the
neck.
His her
backneighbor,
rounded
andwalkthe
drove
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their son
wasofa freshman
at theup human
routine—people
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Jessica,
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e man me
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a pile
stuff
pushed
jumpsuits
and
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disposable
other
end seems
to have
finally
hungbooup. her
special
agents.despite
Which the
says the distance no more than the length
husband,
his network
first
show
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those of
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breath
fell
out of
him.
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that
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wearing
my boots.”
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at akid.
special
of friends.
cupied
a relaxing
anticipatory
red.
But
back
here
it’s
different.
Flat- and
beams.
After
collecting
all the estimates,
tryingwith
something
different?

“No. Those were different boots.” humming.
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 11, 2016
73
sort
of
arithmetic.
How
many
more
As the tened
cardboard
boxes,
dusty
grill.
At the stop sign, she counts to five.
she consulted with her husband, who THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 11,• 2016
43
weeks
before
they
can
talk
about
getoffices, Plastic
playhouse
bleaching
in
the
sun.
had only this to say: “Trust your gut.”
The back yard is a mess. Weeds up She doesn’t want to get another ticket.
66
THE NEU JORKER, JUNE 20, 2016
some
bidscracked
on the concrete.
roof ? Also,
Byron Shrunken
lumps
of shitthe
allname.
over They
the ting
Oh—Greenleaf!
That’s
to his
waist,
A the
tarp And then waits a little more, because

“Haven’t you heard? Inanity is the new sophistication.”

.
tionship blossoms. This log, from an
early trip in Iowa, is so stark that it
verges on found poetry but crackles
with lust: “January 19th. 6:15 AM:
left Marriott Motor Inn; 6:45 AM:
arrive Applejack Diner. Gas and
fluids refilled, the bus laps them up
hungrily. Weather grey, roads slick.”
Harrison is drawn to the one
constant in his life, his campaign
bus. A strong and stoic former
Greyhound Bus, the vehicle seems
to listen when Harrison speaks to
it, late at night when the rest of the
staff is asleep or somnambulantly
at work. And certainly anyone who
has driven a large vehicle can understand the connection, the way the
weight can sensuously resist a turn
of the wheel, the way car and driver
can together understand and navigate a road. These moments in the
novel are so relatably put, that the
astute readers will find themselves
wondering how lustful is their relationship to cars.
Senator Tom Dash, whom Harrison works for, is a principled man
loosely modeled on a Gary Hart or a
Joe Biden. Having cut his teeth as a
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.
young staffer with the transformative McGovern campaign of ’72, the
senator struggles with the discovery
of Harrison’s love. It is a fascinating investigation of the curdling of
the sexual revolution of the Sixties
in the older age of the baby boomers. Senator Dash recognizes that as

a younger man, his mind would have
been more open to his bus driver’s
love, but as a presidential candidate
and an older man, he must think
pragmatically. Harrison and Dash’s
conversations are a tug of war been
younger men’s souls fighting against
older men’s minds.

Kiefer, keen to bring us close
to Harrison’s lust for the bus, lavishes his prose upon the details of
engines, axles and grinding gears.
The details are delightfully correct, giving the reader an unadulterated look into the filthy hands and
stained undersides of vehicles of a
puerile Springsteen-meets-middleAmerica car culture. In one memorable passage, careful descriptions of
Harrison cleaning the bus’ exhaust
system mingle with overheard conversation between the senator and
his staff as they pore over the details
of a policy paper. Is building a functional tax system much different
than building an engine? Kiefer certainly gives the astute reader much
to chew on.
Educated at the exclusive Idaho
Writing Retreat, Kiefer learned to
craft sentences with the unambiguous zip that demonstrates their evident merit. His sentences snap but
never crackle; they rush but never
exceed the speed limit. His prose is
its trimmest in dialogue, when the
characters speak like people around
us might, verging on the mundane.
But Kiefer time and again proves
adept at stepping carefully along
what we might call the Baumbach
line, making sure his sparsity implies depth while displaying banality. Take this exchange between
Harrison and Dash:
The road opened out before them
in straight lines, extending out across the
Midwestern plains into unseen distances.
Harrison stared so long that the horizon
seemed to become just another of the roads.
“Straight roads out here, eh Harrison?”
“Yes sir. Straight and true.”
“True as well, eh?” The senator’s voice
trailed up an octave.
“Sure. You could trust these roads. I
mean look.” Harrison took his hands off
of the steering wheel, slowly raising them
above his head. The bus, his bus, continued
driving along the road, only ever wobbling
slightly off of course.
“Well I’ll be,” remarked the senator, “I
guess some things still are true.”
“Sir, you’ve been in politics too long.”
The senator surprised himself with a laugh
at Harrison.
“Ah, Harrison, too true. I have been in
the game too long. A statement as true as
this road.” He groped in his jacket for some
piece of loose paper. It didn’t much matter
which, he needed something to occupy his
hand.

effect.
Bang! Zoom!
To the
moon,like
Alice!
the unabashedly orgasmic build of disappearing into the woods. Later, onnine beds were
expected
to be filled,
and,
She
knows
he’s
not
going
to
do
it.
with some serious drinking already going Rilke’s poems. In 1912, he wrote to a line, I discovered that Eichmann and his
• begin- friend, “We are in the karst, and the hard- S.S. guards had stayed at the inn while
on in the dining room, this was
Kiefer
isis required
to be
ofparticularly
himened
in thismountains forgo the effeminacy fleeing U.S. troops at the end of the war.
ning to strikeSomething
me
as problematic.
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lauded
for
his
rigorous
process.
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was going to be a challenge; morning of any vegetation.” There’s actually quite Gold coins that they buried under the
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confusing
a lot
of vegetation around the castle huts in the meadow had been dug up
gruesome.and
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good
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writing
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sections
are a joy
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brightens.
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as to
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the
author’s
hand
reaching
thinking
about
that!
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where with salt crystals glittering along
woodenisbalconies,
scythes lying on the
kind of cokehead or very specialized railbeds,
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fantastic.”
for can
abeating
crutch
the
moments
ofthe
Harwe
introduce
some
really dark,
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ain
retreat.
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tunnels and a subterranean chapel stone-covered roofs, chimneys shingled
rison’s
quiet
reflection
teresting
stuff
story.walking
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out, mercifully
quickly,
to in
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bus
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comes
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rock made everything
glitter madly
of Slovenian drinking songs, and left of
miners. Years-old swags
fir hungis naked—and
to
love.
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sections
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and
right?
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so
what
I’m
thinking
is:
before daybreak the next morning.
on the walls, smelling as if they’d just the sunshine. The Walsers were Gerinspire,
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a doing
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the
warden
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crazy
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the hut,
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saw
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cut, the salt air keeping them un- man-speaking

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steam.
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are
thrilling
when
he fresh.
psychological
experiments
on
the
moving in the gray light below me: a naturally
who spread south through the Alps
is mentally
composing
he evening,
inmates.
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remarks,
“well,at Blaa-Alm,
Harry, whatduring
is a theground
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I stayed
shaggy animal
with big
horns. ItEmmett
was speeches
an Diggs.
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Ages,
improvising
a terms.
the
book’s own
would
give,
admissions
he
would
upon
being
asked
byany
a female
the
hallway
until
he aarrives
the the
el- on
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made
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into
an
assassin
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the
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ibex, though in profile it looked like a an inn along
life
style
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what
can
of us officer
hope
make,
or sonnets
to
recite
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as
they
load
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which
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to
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doesn’t
even know
it!out
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man
who
she thought
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to
toldbus.
me they
were
going
to
gone
forthe
slightly disreputable
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body
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relationship
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to break
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other
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at doubt
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security
guard,
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brainwashing
techniques,
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is key
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in thegal
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the
night,After
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andthe
filmed
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the
debut
aconstrained
little
little
sympathy?
when
Kiefer
has
to
find
his
way
back
saulted?”
will
feel
for
the
first
time
he
pushes
through
the
glass
doors.
He
like
a
mixture
of
what
they
do
in
‘A
of the
readerbuilding
when he mands
or she of basicAnd
an astute
old wooden
across the lunar scree. When I look at trance. It was
survival,
butwatch
there were
as we
our airwaves
to
the
fact
that
Harrison
is
standing
afraid,
or
that
the
dog,
after
attacking
stands
on
the
empty
sidewalk,
squintClockwork
Orange’
plus
electric-shock
exhales
thedeep
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recognizing
style,
the of
midthe footage now, it seems the perfect in the Tyrolian
enough grace
notes
to make you
feel
become
increasingly
thickened
with
alone
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an hypnosis?
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ignora U.P.S. delivery
driver,
will
be taken
ing
in the
barely
registering
So what
come
humor
thatsunlight,
we with
are in
the presence
of inhabitants
dle
of silent
countryside,
floweremblem oftherapy
that place:
wild
andfield,
dreamthat the
enjoyed
their exispolitics,
they
become
so weighed
ingrealize
the campaign
staff searching
for
tolittle
a rescue
organization
up
that
the
traffic
going
Then he tence.
slowlyIn adown
to
is what triggers
him ishung
white
an ace
humorist.
like and marvellous.
balconies
looking
out onby.
a meadow
museum
in Alagna,
Inorth
that
the rhetoric
and
trickery
him. These
transitions
are as
unspecializes
in
Australian
shepherds,
or
rotates
to
face
the
building.
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secuwomen—”
Abruptly
the husband
pushes
full of small farm buildings, and I seemed admired abecomes
teaspoon carved
with a hand
normalized.
The calculagainly
as
they
are
unnecessary.
The
that
the
daughter,
having
been
told
that
rity
guard
moves
to
open
the
door
for
away
from
the
table,
his
chair
squealiking the entire Via Alpina to have it entirely to myself. A wooden holding a tions,
rose. horse-trading and ad homione
saving
grace
mightstaircase
be at led
ing
against
He
stands,
rising
her
mother
tripped
at the
him,
husband
shakes
It’s the nem
looping
continuum
the
trail
would
take
years,the
so floor.
afterhere
leaving
upbut
to the
a large
bedroom
in his head,
attacks
feel ofjust
partgym
of and
our
the
book’s
apt
ending,
when
a
wanto
his
full
height,
the
sight
of
which
split
her
eyebrow
open
on
a
barbell,
pulls
his
car
keys
from
his
pocket,
and
the packaged
Via Alpinaand
whatslick,
it is. Itpart of a
Triglav National Park I got into a car which the walls, ceiling, and every other that makesday,
dering
Harrison
and
Kiefer’s
Lenny
pause
and
shoot knowlasurface,
quick including
willlong
grow
whenever
woman
turns toward
the parking
garage.
The take
doesn’t
tonervous
lose
yourself
in
thethe
and drovemakes
to other
sections
of
the
trail.
the light-switch
cover,
balanced
breakfast.
Any
thinking
edge
of
Fort
Green
Park
artfully
glance
at
the
showrunner.
“Everything
puts
on
exercise
clothes—he
somehow
only
place
he
wants
to
go
right
now
mountainistravel:
the mornMoving southwest, I crossed into Italy, had been intricately panelled in the same rhythms ofAmerican
advised
to step on the
situates
a firecracker
ofPlaa set piece.
O.K.,
buddy?”
theKarst
showrunner
asks. is home.
senses
thatafternoon
regardlessdescent,
of theand
bloodHarand
and with
long
where I began
a walk
on the
butter-colored
wood. It was very com- ing climb bus
Senator
Dash
Much
hay
has
been
made
in
the
The
husband
looks
at
him
evenly.
“Yes,”
tears
his
attention
should
be
focussed

teau, a rocky landscape pockmarked with fortable, even luxurious, if a touch
sar- the dependably
rison, undependable
to prowl theweather,
political streets
publishing
world
overup
Kiefer’s
repu- I satEmmett
hangs
back
for a moment,
says. “I’mand
justended
getting
a at
Coke.”
elsewhere.
The
sound
of
the front
door
caves andhe
sinkholes,
the neverwith
quitethem.
knowing
whatbrings
you’re
cophagal.
out on the
balcony,
watchKiefer
us inside
tation
as
a
sad
and
dour
young
man.
surveying
the
scene.
On
one
hand,
he
opening
softly
makes
him
look
at
the
• along ing night fall and feeling as though I’d going to see
Duino Castle. It was here, walking
the crestreorienting
of the next the potheover
machine,
But
this
book
is
a
brilliant
sign
post
There’s
more
blood
than
he
expected.
wants
to
go
to
the
woman,
who
is
sobboy
(a
little
heavyset,
still
wearing
the
the cliff-top path above the Adriatic, landed in a folktale about a traveller ar- high pass or
who’sprocess
going to back
emergetofrom
litical
the strange
for
fans
who
know
to
brutalladyto
ishave
holding
her
eyebewith
thein abing
in disbelief
and dripping
blood
satchel
shoulder),
but
that Rilke The
claimed
heardhim
a voice
mist along
the
trail—though,
unlike
riving
household
under some
pow- the
place
it slung
shouldover
be. his
Kiefer’s
intimate
ly
funny.
There
is
no
doubt
reading
hand
that
was
on
the
messenger
bag,
and
on
the
floor.
But
even
though
he
has
before
he
can
cross
the
room
and
reach
speak the opening line of what became erful enchantment.
Ötzi, you can
be fairly
sure the
stranger
portrayal
shows
us that
the political
Hands
on the
Wheel
he
is downcan see
blood
coming
through
her was
no way
of knowing
a veryisn’t
good
him,
before
heHe
canmight
open even
his mouth
and
There
nothing
sinister, that
exactly,
the Duinohe
Elegies:
“Who,
if that
I cried,
goingprocess
to kill
you.
is as
simultaneously
strange
right
hilarious.
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is
clear
in
secfingers.
In
her
other
hand
she’s
still
holdplastic
surgeon
will
sew
up
her
eyesay,
“Hey,
brother,”
the
boy
has
closed
Thefirtriumph
of good
trees around
the fiction
would hear me from among the Angels’ though the tall
want is
to beand
yourrelatable
friend. We’ve
comeathat
as, well,
man having
tions
when asHarrison’s
ing
thelike
telephone.
The
on the were
brow
withus
twenty-two
oropen
that
theBronze
door abehind
to allow
to in
empathize,
meadow
forbidding
the stitches,
dusk, tofar
orders?” The
Sentiero
Rilke,
the person
Ital- mother
since the
Age.
sex
with
bus.  him and is gone. 
excitedly
attends
one finally
of thehung
Senaother
end seems
to have
up. her
husband,
despite
his first
a curious
door.
Harrison
andshow
the
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NEARINGTHE
THE
ASYMPTOTE
CURRENT CINEMA
One woman’s superlative ugliness, and her son’s destiny to paint it

FUN AND GAMES
BY KATHLEEN JORDAN

“Everybody Wants Some!!” and “Miles Ahead.”
BY ANTHONY LANE

standing of the country, and its mentalities, that eludes many

New
for People
more York
overtlyCity
political
books. Who Don’t Get It, by Josh
Whiteguy (BuzzFeed). Few writers have attempted to distill
essence
New
CityIleinto
a novel,
consumAndthe
After
ManyofDays
, byYork
Jowhor
(Tim
Duggan
Books).
able
by people
don’tdébut
live here
so that
they might
At the
openingwho
of this
novel,
the teen-age
sonhave
of a
something
to aspire
to. Reminiscent,
course, His
of Fitzgerlocal magistrate
in coastal
Nigeria goesofmissing.
younger
ald’s
Theexamines
Great Gatsby
in its that
criticism
of thecontributed
upper class,
brother
the events
may have
to
which
also brings to
mind
Wharton’s
The
Age of Innocence
the disappearance,
and
the story
unfolds
in flashbacks
across
and
Plath’s
Theinhabitants
Bell Jar. This
is undoubtedly
like
The
decades.
The
ofnovel
the family’s
ancestral
village
Catcher
in the Rye
Tree they
Grows
in Brooklyn,
in that
are in conflict
withand
an A
entity
refer
to as “Company,”
New
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also acts
and bear
me for
on this,
a
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whilewith
drilling
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in thetobook.
Drum Slowly,
The
of
later attempts
buildBang
gas the
pipelines
through
theHouse
region.
Mirth,
American
Psycho,
Breakfast
at Tiffany’s:
these novels
The standoff
slowly
builds
to violence,
culminating
in the
are
alldisappearance.
summoned to mind
in comparison;
but what
a rare
boy’s
This structure
undermines
suspense
beast
to read
a novel aboutforNew
York City.
but creates
opportunities
ominous
foreshadowing—for

Nicholson has created an entrancing piece of fiction.

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APRIL
11, 2016BY ALEX CHEN
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COVERS

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“Are Boy
you there?”
Random House). Like many of the men who have traveled
to
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the tale This
of a dreamer.
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Winter
, by Christopher
Nicholson
understated,
boy,
ournovel
heroimagines
Tony, purchases
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eggs hitting
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“Tess”
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plays the
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ence,upwho
is thwarted
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her
naïveté
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young boy,
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sharing
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tragedy
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despair.
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waking years
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am forty-five
oldthat
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my life
inomelets.
tatters,” she laments.
—Caroline
Although the book’s pace is unhurried and
its actionSchaper
sparse,

tures now on display at the Luhring
f you can’t think of a good way to habited, or infested, solely by members his first scene, he holds up a copy of Carl
Augustine Gallery. Since the openkick off your movie, how about this? of the baseball team. His roommate is Sagan’s “Cosmos” and says to Jake, “Chaping of the exhibit last weekend, the
Take a handsome young buck, put him Billy (Will Brittain), a country boy ter 9. It’ll blow your mind.” That moChelsea gallery been packed; the
at the wheel of an Oldsmobile coupe, mocked for his hickhood by the others. ment ignites our sense of him, and it
line of art critics and wealthy buyand have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman), burns through the rest of the film, reachers encircles the block like one of
way to the sound of “My Sharona,” by another comely fellow, who spends an ing a smoky fruition as he proves to be
Fergstein’s mother’s thick curling
the Knack. That is what Richard Link- entire scene lauding his own ass in the the undisputed master of the bong.
arm hairs.
Best of all is Finnegan, played with
later does in his latest film, “Everybody mirror; the mustached McReynolds
The collection, more than thirty
Wants Some!!,” and it’s hard to think (Tyler Hoechlin), who loathes losing, a runaway charm by Glen Powell. Finn,
years in the making, tracks Fergof a brighter start. The buck in ques- even at Ping-Pong; Niles ( Juston Street), as he is known, is the eloquent one, spoolstein’s attempt to document his
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have ing out his verbal riffs in a bid not just
mother Gert’s unfortunate appearend of the song we’ve already grasped thrown a pitch at ninety-five miles an to catch girls but to boost the dramatic
ance as he lives in her garage apartthe unfolding shape of his life. He glides hour; and Dale ( J. Quinton Johnson), dash of the proceedings. “We all take
ment in Terrytown, New Jersey. His
past groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that turns being chumps around here,” he exmotivation is at once magical and
front of a house on a pleasant street. He anyone notices or cares. There are mul- plains. “You accept your chumpification,
heartbreaking: he wishes to depict
has a shy smile and a box of LPs in his tiple flash points in this society, mostly and move on.” Excellent advice, in any
the true depths of her grotesquearms. Sunlight pours down like a ben- to do with sporting smarts or carnal brag- field of endeavor, and a key to the lovely
ness, and, by his own measure, falls
gadocio, but racial bias isn’t one of them. note of comic humility with which the
ediction. He’s ready for anything.
short with each piece; luckily for his
Linklater has long been a champion In his limber and leisurely fashion, Link- natural-born bumptiousness of the stufans, Fergstein feels he may never
dents is tempered and soothed, and the
of beginnings and ends. “Dazed and later is glancing at a golden age.
capture Gert’s truest ugliness, and
His most cheering gift, and maybe movie prevented from coarsening into
Confused” (1993) hung out with a bunch
so he must trudge on. “Every time
of kids on their final day of high school; the reason that he calls this movie a “spir- a brawl. Jake and the other newbies must,
I complete a painting, I think ‘This!
“Boyhood” (2014), having tracked its itual sequel” to “Dazed and Confused,” of course, expect a dose of hazing, and
This is how ugly my mother is.’ But
hero, Mason, for many years, bid him is an itch to populate the frame. At his they are duly fastened with duct tape to
then I see her at breakfast, and perfarewell on his first day of higher edu- best, he doesn’t really direct a film so a border fence, one of them upside down,
haps the light catches her nose in a
cation, at once bewildered and blissed much as host it—keeping all his charac- and peppered with baseballs struck by
new ungodly angle, and I know then
out. Jake, too, is at that pivotal point. A ters involved, rescuing the wallflowers, their bat-wielding teammates. I guess
that my work is not complete,” the
freshman at an unnamed college in making sure that everyone is plied with that’s part of the deal, yet the tale as a
artist said, sighing around a canapé.
southeast Texas (otherwise known, to lines and bits of stage business, as if he whole, though filthy-mouthed, is lenient
“It’s quite depressing.”
were(Middle
toppingPleistocene
up drinks. The
obvious
and humane. No freshmen were harmed
moviegoers,
as Linklaterland),
he isplan
more kind
era by
the
“ Tell me,
what is it you
His initial email to me pitching
comparison
is
with
“Hail,
Caesar!,”
in
in the making of this film.
of a jock than Mason, and less of a most
reputable accounts). Much to the
to do with your one wild and
opening and describing the colIt is set in 1980, a crossroads for muwhich
the Coensartistic
introduced
a crew
wounded soul; whatever his past may Zane
Fergstein’s
chagrin,
hisof lection
was filled with so many horprecious
life?

sical
trends both coming and going. We
promising
figures
and
then
let
them
slide,
have been, we learn very little about it. mother’s
answer to Oliver’s question rific superlatives
about his mother’s
—Mary Oliver
resultand
left audiences
gaz- get the dregs of disco, Blondie’s “Heart
He’s like a passenger boarding a ship is,half-used;
“To getthe
uglier
uglier with
appearance—“the foulest looking
ing around
the end and asking, “Is that of Glass,” the Cars, Cheap Trick, and a
with a single suitcase. What matters is each
passingatyear.”
woman alive,” “greasier than a plate
of pustular punk. We get M’s “Pop
To referring,
Linklater, of
no course,
one is disposable.
the surging tide of the now, and the it?”I’m
to Zane ofburst
blue cheese french fries,” “a horrid
Muzik,”
which to my horror I rememTake Nesbit
(Austin
Amelio),
who
tends
camera follows him eagerly into the Fergstein’s
“Nearing the Asymptote: human swamp,”—that
reasonably, I
F COURSE, ANY well-read
ber,
in
pitiless
from 1979. And,
to place
unwise
bets,
for
a
few
dollars,
on
house—taking
its cue from a snaking One
Mother, Fouler Still,” a series had to questiondetail,
his credibility. But
adult is completely sick of
hose, which runs from the garden to an fruitless daily activities; Plummer (Tem- courtesy of the Sugarhill Gang, we get
Mary Oliver’s work, but this one of mixed media paintings and sculp- then I arrived. Indeed, the collecupstairs bedroom, where a water bed is ple Baker), who is just off the pace when- “Rapper’s Delight,” chanted in angelic
line from one poem is perfect and
slowly being filled. It’s that kind of place. ever jokes are flying about; or Willoughby chorus, consonant-perfect, by Roper,
poses a question so essential to our
Jake is a pitcher, and the house is in- (Wyatt Russell), the in-house hippie. In Finn, Plummer, Dale, and Jake as they
being that it is as if the poem has
existed since the dawn of human- Fergstein self-describes as a son tortured by the horrible presence of his mother.
Richard Linklater’s new movie is set at a Texas college. At his best, he doesn’t really direct a film so much as host it.

.

THE CRITICS

THE CURRENT CINEMA

KEEPING
THE FAITH
THE CURRENT CINEMA
“The Slow Drown”

FUN AND GAMES
BY MICHAEL YARSKY

“Everybody Wants Some!!” and “Miles Ahead.”
BY ANTHONY LANE

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habited, or infested, solely by members
of the baseball team. His roommate is
Take a handsome young buck, put him Billy (Will Brittain), a country boy
at the wheel of an Oldsmobile coupe, mocked for his hickhood by the others.
and have him whip along a Texas high- They include Roper (Ryan Guzman),
way to the sound of “My Sharona,” by another comely fellow, who spends an
the Knack. That is what Richard Link- entire scene lauding his own ass in the
later does in his latest film, “Everybody mirror; the mustached McReynolds
Wants Some!!,” and it’s hard to think (Tyler Hoechlin), who loathes losing,
of a brighter start. The buck in ques- even at Ping-Pong; Niles ( Juston Street),
tion is Jake (Blake Jenner), and by the the resident jerk, who claims to have
end of the song we’ve already grasped thrown a pitch at ninety-five miles an
the unfolding shape of his life. He glides hour; and Dale ( J. Quinton Johnson),
past groups of girls his age and parks in the only black guy in the house, not that
front of a house on a pleasant street. He anyone notices or cares. There are mulhas a shy smile and a box of LPs in his tiple flash points in this society, mostly
arms. Sunlight pours down like a ben- to do with sporting smarts or carnal braggadocio, but racial bias isn’t one of them.
ediction. He’s ready for anything.
Linklater has long been a champion In his limber and leisurely fashion, Linkof beginnings and ends. “Dazed and later is glancing at a golden age.
His most cheering gift, and maybe
Confused” (1993) hung out with a bunch
of kids on their final day of high school; the reason that he calls this movie a “spir“Boyhood” (2014), having tracked its itual sequel” to “Dazed and Confused,”
hero, Mason, for many years, bid him is an itch to populate the frame. At his
farewell on his first day of higher edu- best, he doesn’t really direct a film so
cation, at once bewildered and blissed much as host it—keeping all his characout. Jake, too, is at that pivotal point. A ters involved, rescuing the wallflowers,
freshman at an unnamed college in making sure that everyone is plied with
southeast Texas (otherwise known, to lines and bits of stage business, as if he
moviegoers, as Linklaterland), he is more were topping up drinks. The obvious
of a jock than Mason, and less of a comparison is with “Hail, Caesar!,” in
wounded soul; whatever his past may which the Coens introduced a crew of
have been, we learn very little about it. promising figures and then let them slide,
half-used;
resulta left
audiences
gazHe’sERY
like a LIBERALLY
passenger boarding
a ship else.
Cage the
plays
mentally
trauADAP TED
ing
around
at
the
end
and
asking,
“Is
that
withfrom
a single
suitcase.
What
matters
is
Mohamedou Ould Sla- matized, openly gay Sikh wrongly
it?”
To
Linklater,
no
one
is
disposable.
the
surging
tide
of
the
now,
and
the
hi’s Guantanamo Diary by the gen- detained at Guantanamo Bay. The
Take Nesbit (Austin
Amelio),
who tends
camerawho
follows
himthe
eagerly
into the protagonist
is never
identified
by
tleman
wrote
screenplays
to
place
unwise
bets,
for
a
few
dollars,
house—taking
its
cue
from
a
snaking
for Forrest Gump and The Curious name; all of the characters in theon
fruitless
activities;
Plummer
(Temhose,ofwhich
runs from
the garden
to an film
onlydaily
refer
to him
as “Son.”
Case
Benjamin
Button,
The Slow
ple
Baker),
who
is
just
off
the
pace
when- “Rapper’s Delight,” chanted in angelic
upstairs
bedroom,
where
a
water
bed
is
Drown seems perfectly calibrated
chorus, consonant-perfect, by Roper,
ever
jokes
are
flying
about;
or
Willoughby
slowly
being
filled.
It’s
that
kind
of
place.
as a showcase for Nicolas Cage’s
Jake
is
a
pitcher,
and
the
house
is
inFinn, Plummer, Dale, and Jake as they
(Wyatt
Russell),
the
in-house
hippie.
In
more, ahem, “exuberant ” talents as
Nicolas
Cage
goes
all-in
for
another
Oscar
bid
in the role of “Son.”
an actor, but strangely offers little
Richard Linklater’s new movie is set at a Texas college. At his best, he doesn’t really direct a film so much as host it.

I kick off your movie, how about this?

.

In a surreal and haunting opening
scene, the word “Son” is repeatedly
his first scene, he holds up a copy of Carl
said by his torturers as he is laid
Sagan’s “Cosmos” and says to Jake, “Chapflat on a tilted wooden board, arms
ter 9. It’ll blow your mind.” That moextended outward and restrained
ment ignites our sense of him, and it
while his feet are bound crossing at
burns through the rest of the film, reachthe ankle. He remains in this posing a smoky fruition as he proves to be
ture as he is methodically waterthe undisputed master of the bong.
boarded by his interrogators. The
Best of all is Finnegan, played with
Christ-like imagery in the film’s
a runaway charm by Glen Powell. Finn,
opening scene, while perhaps a bit
as he is known, is the eloquent one, spoolbaffling considering the Son’s own
ing out his verbal riffs in a bid not just
Sikhism, surely evokes some conto catch girls but to boost the dramatic
troversial yet wholly illuminating
dash of the proceedings. “We all take
contours of thought: For example,
turns being chumps around here,” he exis this the film’s plea to recognize
plains. “You accept your chumpification,
the commonalities between major
and move on.” Excellent advice, in any
religions? In these troubled times
field of endeavor, and a key to the lovely
of our country where religious
note of comic humility with which the
strife is being wrought to the most
natural-born bumptiousness of the stucynical of political ends, is this
dents is tempered and soothed, and the
edgy and nuanced portrayal of a
movie prevented from coarsening into
Christ-like Sikh meant to amea brawl. Jake and the other newbies must,
liorate the enmities in the name
of course, expect a dose of hazing, and
of common ground? Is it possible
they are duly fastened with duct tape to
to believe that the captors of our
a border fence, one of them upside down,
protagonist would chant his name
and peppered with baseballs struck by
as opposed to remain quiet and fotheir bat-wielding teammates. I guess
cused during the torturing process?
that’s part of the deal, yet the tale as a
Or is it just that Cage kind of alwhole, though filthy-mouthed, is lenient
ways has to do something Jesus-y
and humane. No freshmen were harmed
in his movies? Regardless, Cage is
in the making of this film.
surprisingly convincing as a waterIt is set in 1980, a crossroads for muboarded, mentally traumatized gay
sical trends both coming and going. We
Sikh, giving a performance as a waget the dregs of disco, Blondie’s “Heart
terboarding victim reminiscent of
of Glass,” the Cars, Cheap Trick, and a
Christopher Hitchens. (Ironically,
burst of pustular punk. We get M’s “Pop
Hitchens’s actual waterboarding
Muzik,” which to my horror I rememwas wooden and unconvincing in
ber, in pitiless detail, from 1979. And,
comparison.)
courtesy of the Sugarhill Gang, we get
Son is placed promptly there-

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She knowswith
he’ssome
not serious
going to
do it. already going Rilke’s poems. In 1912, he wrote to a line, I discovered that Eichmann and his
drinking
on in the• dining room, this was begin- friend, “We are in the karst, and the hard- S.S. guards had stayed at the inn while
Something
of as
him
in this
ningistorequired
strike me
problematic.
Night ened mountains forgo the effeminacy fleeing U.S. troops at the end of the war.
moment, he
is scared morning of any vegetation.” There’s actually
coins
that they
quite
wasknows.
goingSomeone
to be a challenge;
half
of theGold
purse’s
contents
is buried
crum- under the
and needsgruesome.
his help. What’s confusing
huts inPapaya
the meadow
had been dug up
a lot of vegetation around thepled
castle
up Gray’s
wrappers.
is the question
of who.that
Even
I decided
the though
only way to han- (and only Rilke could have
occasionally
over the years.
Upon first glance,
the pieces
the boy isdle
looming
over
andtohas
I had to choose a fait was to
get her
myself
sleep imme- imagined the gentle slopes
in the collection possessIf hereditary
his fist cocked,
they
look out
to him
vorite stretchwad
from my samdiately,
andboth
to clear
first thing in nearby to be mountains),
but not genetic similarities—a
like they’rethe
inmorning.
trouble. I had a sleeping pill in my but the path itself is pure
pling of
the Via,
of dead hair here mirrors
a wad
of it would
• where I’d also stowed my karst: fantastical watertheelements,
part of the Blue trail
glasses case,
dead hair there, but bethe
Arm raised,
hand clenched,
he A
sees
thatarchitecture
passes through the
contact-lens
container.
minor mis- eroded stone, fissured into
the building blocks, the
it then, clearly:
she the
thinks
a joke.
Walser
hap gave
dayhe’s
a final
farcical twist. what geologists call clints
feel entirely unique—of,
andvillages
repre-of the PiedHe sees it in
the stubborn
waysolution
she holds
mont.
landscape
was
Some
of the lens
had leaked, and grykes—blocks and
senting, a new being in
eachThe
work.
I
her body, the
blank look, the
ab- narcotic. cracks—and fluted like
thickly to
forested,
half-dissolving
my total
precious
mentioned this observation
Ferg- with Chisence of fear.
He’swas
a lightweight.
A joker.
There
no alternative
but to lick the cake icing or pinched into
stein over a tiny hamnese-looking
sandwich wecrags and
He’s not going
to do out.
it. Actually,
he thinks,
scarved
in fog. Theand
villages were
residue
I was doing
this, my tongue rigid waves like an arrested shared
ocean. in knolls
line for
the bathroom,
yes I am. buried deep in the case’s plush interior,
miraculous
specimens
an ingenious,
I then headed north into Austria,
his and
response
was, “I hope
each of
piece
There
were miniawhen the• door opened and the Swiss resumed following the Purple trail.
One
feels
like low-impact
it’s from a culture.
new artist
and
Bam! Pow!
eye. She pause fol- stretch of it passes near the Altaussee
ture funiculars
coupleRight
camein
in.the
An awkward
of a new subject
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essence,in supplies
stumbles backward,
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lowed, in which
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they of
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goto
oftry
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cars),
hopeless
explain. They stared their stolen art. I dropped down
fromwith
house
my Richard
mother,Scarry-like
I feel anewvehicles on

caterpillar
treads
for themy
garbage and
for a moment,
evidently reappraising pristine meadows—still emeraldwith
greendisgust
and rage
because
Lenny brightens.
“Actually,roommate
I’ve been as some in August—and looked at the
heavy lifting,
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their high-minded
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ways caged in
thinking about
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balconies,
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the next morning.
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ambulance,
evator,
which
he
takes
to
the
lobby.
he
doesn’t
even
know
it!
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you
told
me
they
were
going
to
be
gone
for
slightly
disreputable
unicorn.
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took
out
body
else
farmed
or
lived.
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might
suggest
that
there
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any
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security
guard,
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radical
brainwashing
techniques,
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night,
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my
room
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enmy
phone
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filmed
it
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by the demore
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come.
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so
much
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saulted?”
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feel
for
the
first
time
he
pushes
through
the
glass
doors.
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like Fergstein’s
a mixture
what
they
do
in
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trance.
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was
an
old
wooden
building
acrossofbody
the
lunar
scree.
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I
look
at
mands
of
basic
survival,
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small
and
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lives,
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dog,
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stands
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you feel
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suggestion.
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has
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driver,
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ing
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the
sunlight,
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plus
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dle
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of
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place:
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inhabitants
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their
exismade
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very
clear
that
this
will
be
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to
a
rescue
organization
up
north
that
the
traffic
going
by.
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he
slowly
to
realize
is
what
triggers
him
is
white
like
and
marvellous.
hung
balconies
looking
out
on
a
meadow
tence.
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a
little
museum
in
Alagna,
I
his
only
collection
because
he
does
ing composition: various large exhibit, and it sold to investment
specializes
in
Australian
shepherds,
or
rotates
to
face
the
building.
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secuwomen—”
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the
husband
pushes
full
of
small
farm
buildings,
and
I
seemed
admired
a
teaspoon
carved
with
a
hand
not
self-describe
as
an
artist.
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canvasses, a series of increasingly
that the daughter,
told that
rity guardto
moves
open the
forA wooden
away
from the
table, his
squealiking
the
entire
Via
have to
it entirely
todoor
myself.
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aa rose.
self-describes
as having
son been
tortured
by
nauseating
sketches
of chair
her
neck,
a Alpina
ing
against
the
floor.
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stands,
rising
her
mother
tripped
at
the
gym
and
him,
but
the
husband
shakes
his
head,
It’s
the
looping
continuum
of the trail
would
take
years,
so
after
leaving
staircase
led
up
to
a
large
bedroom
in
the
horrible
presence
of
his
moththree-foot by three-foot touchable
to
his
full
height,
the
sight
of
which
split
her
eyebrow
open
on
a
barbell,
pulls
his
car
keys
from
his
pocket,
and
that
makes
the
Via
Alpina
what
it is. It
Triglav
National
Park
I
got
into
a
car
which
the
walls,
ceiling,
and
every
other
er
in
his
life,
and
that
horror
must
polyurethane mole with real horse
makes
Lenny
pause
and
shoot
a
quick
will
grow
nervous
whenever
the
woman
turns
toward
the
parking
garage.
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doesn’t
take
long
to
lose
yourself
in the
and
drove
to
other
sections
of
the
trail.
surface,
including
the
light-switch
cover,
sublimate
into
art,
lest
it
cause
his
hairs protruding. Any one piece of
glance
at
the
showrunner.
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puts
on
exercise
clothes—he
somehow
only
place
he
wants
to
go
right
now
rhythms
of
mountain
travel:
the
mornMoving
southwest,
I
crossed
into
Italy,
had
been
intricately
panelled
in
the
same
organs
to
rot
inside
his
body.
art is enough to make it clear that
O.K.,
the
showrunner
is home.
thatcollection
regardless
of the
blood
and descent,
ing
climb and
long
afternoon
where
I began
a walk
onasks.
the
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comThe
was
discovered
Gert isbuddy?”
the
single
ugliest
person
toKarst
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husband
looks
at
him
evenly.
“Yes,”
tears
his
attention
should
be
focussed

teau,
a
rocky
landscape
pockmarked
with
the
dependably
undependable
weather,
fortable,
even
luxurious,
if
a
touch
sarby
famed
gallerist
Maren
Chapwalk the Earth—and yet our appeEmmett
hangs
back
for
a
moment,
he
says.
“I’m
just
getting
a
Coke.”
elsewhere.
The
sound
of
the
front
door
caves
and
sinkholes,
and
ended
up
at
the
never
quite
knowing
what
you’re
cophagal.
I
sat
out
on
the
balcony,
watchman,
who
came
across
the
collectites are insatiable. At entrance to
surveying
the
scene.
On
one
hand,
he
opening
softly
makes
him
look
at
the

Duino
Castle.
It
was
here,
walking
along
going
to
see
over
the
crest
of
the
next
ing
night
fall
and
feeling
as
though
I’
d
tion
in
Fergstein’s
Terrytown
barn
the gallery, flanked on both sides by
There’s
more
blood
than
he
expected.
wants
to
go
to
the
woman,
who
is
sobboy
(a
little
heavyset,
still
wearing
the
the
cliff-top
path
above
the
Adriatic,
high
pass
or
who’s
going
to
emerge
from
landed
in
a
folktale
about
a
traveller
arwhile
looking
for
a
place
to
leave
a
grotesque profiles of the hag, is the
The
iswas
holding
her eyetowith
in disbelief
drippingunder
bloodsome
satchel
slung
overhimself
his shoulder),
but
Rilke
claimed
have
heardbing
a voice
the mist
along
thewas
trail—though,
unlike
riving inand
a household
pow- Fergstein
puppy.
happy
worklady
thatthat
the germination
of the
the
hand
that
was
on
the
messenger
bag,
and
on
the
floor.
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even
though
he
has
before
he
can
cross
the
room
and
reach
speak
the
opening
line
of
what
became
Ötzi,
you
can
be
fairly
sure
the
stranger
erful
enchantment.
to
have
the
collection
trucked
away.
entire series: an oil painting portrait
he
seethe
blood
through
her if Inocried,
way of knowing
thatnothing
a very sinister,
good “It
him,
before
he can
and
There was
exactly,
Duino
Elegies:
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isn’t
going
to his
killmouth
you.
might even
really
hurts
heropen
feelings,”
he He
said,
of can
Gert.
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seecoming
a thin-lipped
lizfingers.
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her
other
hand
she’s
still
holdplastic
surgeon
will
sew
up
her
eyesay,
“Hey,
brother,”
the
boy
has
closed
though
the
tall
fir
trees
around
the
would
hear
me
from
among
the
Angels’
want
to
be
your
friend.
We’ve
come that
nibbling
on
an
apricot
crudité.
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ard woman with hair greased to the banker Ali Massoud for $520k withing
the
telephone.
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person
on
the

brow
with
twenty-two
stitches,
or
that
the
door
behind
him
and
is
gone.

meadow
were
forbidding
in
the
dusk,
orders?”
The
Sentiero
Rilke,
as
the
Italfar
since
the
Bronze
Age.
she’s
even
uglier
when
she
cries.”
skull and then, where it gathers in in thirty minutes of doors opening.
other
end seems
to have
finallyoutward,
hung up. her
first show
the back,
instantly
frizzing
It’s ahusband,
portrait despite
of Gert his
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and
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heading
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lice
procedural,
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that
the
woman,
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to plan.
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after in solitary confinement where
it seems the drowning effect that
waterboarding creates does impact
his cognitive functions even further, triggering a trauma-induced
hallucination as his decaying body
languishes in a lank, filthy cell. The
film is deftly directed by Christopher Nolan, who brings a muchneeded dark and gritty undertone
to the subject material. In the hallucination, Son reimagines himself
as a prisoner in Dachau talking to
a wise and surprisingly calm Viktor Frankl–like figure named Vic
(played by the always welcome
Alan Alda). Vic is an undoubtedly
charming and charismatic presence
despite the circumstances, and the
cheery, precious dialogue could not
be more Eric Roth–like in execution. Their friendship had begun
to evolve into a clandestine love
affair when Vic is brutally exterminated. In this hallucination, Son
falls, in sheer grief with his arms
spread-eagled and his legs crossed,
into a random, really large pit.
Shortly thereafter, Son re-awakens
to the present day.
The sequence is staggering
although alarmingly long: this
flashback takes approximately 34
minutes out of the film’s 128-minute running time. Cage does give
a compelling portrayal of a hallucinating, emotionally broken, gay
Sikh’s self-portrayal of a Jewish
WWII prisoner, but it seems the
film delved into this territory only
to demonstrate Cage’s desire to
do a Holocaust period drama under any circumstance whatsoever.
Rather than reflect further on the
ramifications of such a flashback,
maybe by clarifying why Christlike imagery is appropriate in a
Jewish concentration camp or
if this false “ancestral memory”
has anything to do with Christopher Nolan’s preoccupations with
space-time, the film instead grants
us the opportunity to watch Cage
nail what, I could only guess, is
what a Sikh-Jewish-gay accent
sounds like. It ’s possibly the case
that Cage was given such an impossibly specific accent that he

could not fail.
It is fair to say that Son’s narrative does not end well: while he is
released from solitary confinement,
what follows is a surreal mixture of
The Passion of the Christ and Oz.
Son’s many hours spent in solitary
cause an inscrutable decay in cognitive capacity, thereby rendering
him developmentally disabled in a
character arc reminiscent of Flowers for Algernon. By the end of the
film, Son is still awaiting freedom
from prison, malnourished but still
holding onto humanity. He finds
solace in his writing and hopes to
“write a diary, a Guantanamo Diary if you will, to tell my story.” The

film becomes a passionate testimony for an artist ’s need to create
and to live with hope. If the film
does serve a purpose beyond giving Cage another opportunity to
play a hysterically specific character without any precedent in film,
the film should serve as a source
of inspiration for the wounded, developmentally disabled, wrongfully
imprisoned, gay Sikh memoirists
all over the world.
To the film’s credit, it offers a
refreshing perspective on recent,
“wrongfully accused” narratives
like Making A Murderer by demonstrating a blatant truth: similar
injustices have been committed
and propagated on American soil
for approximately fifteen years,
and we remain apathetic to it because it is people of color who suffer those injustices. While this is
a keen point, it is still the truth
that, because Son is a person of

color, we are indeed less invested
in his plight. Since Hollywood has
brutally whitewashed Jesus and to
a lesser extent Christianity itself,
the film tries to similarly “whiteify” Son by portraying him, in tableau after tableau, as a Christ-like
figure. And while Cage’s performance is virtuosic in how he has
sympathetically portrayed a highly
intersectional character, many will
be unsure as to how to go about
gauging the authenticity of his
portrayal. This may in part be because very few of us actually know
any developmentally disabled,
wrongfully imprisoned, hallucinating, Christ-like, gay Sikh memoirists. Furthermore, if we are unsure,
would we certainly put forth any
effort in discovering for sure? The
Slow Drown is a framework by
which Cage can do two things: (1)
display his talent and breadth of
range by competently mastering
developmental disability, World
War II, and playing across races,
or (2) play a role where we would
have no idea whether or not he is
actually portraying the role well
regardless. Cage is convincing if
only because the audience is blackmailed into not having any other
choice: it ’s simply wrong for its
mostly white audiences to call him
anything but inadequate—none of
us would be so galling—and yet it
feels so right to call him inadequate
because, and forgive the tautological reasoning, he is Nicolas Cage.
It is, from this angle, a truly Cageesque film. When Cage plays characters suffering innumerable layers
of physical and emotional pain, we
want to believe his talent for it has
become so masterful, but yet when
he tries to convey such a specific
mix of human experience, his portrayal once again becomes unrelatable. Is it possible that Cage is too
good for his own good? Or is he
too bad for his own good?
The aforementioned questions
are ones Cage himself seeks to
answer. It is no secret to the film
industry that Cage will fearlessly
inhabit the circumstances of his
characters regardless of personal

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