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17, 2022
JANUARY 17, 2022
Nate Odenkirk (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 23) Rich Benjamin (The Talk of the Town,
is a co-writer of the scripted comedy p. 13), the author of “Searching for
podcast “Summer in Argyle,” which is Whitopia,” is working on a family mem-
due out in March. oir that is also a portrait of America.
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THE WRITE STUFF by hand “a luxury I couldn’t afford,” yet
his article downplays the costs of the
The new-age typewriters, digital paper, technological luxuries he enjoys. No mat-
and featureless word-processing programs ter how one feels about Berry’s approach
that Julian Lucas describes in his piece to computers, he ought to be respected
about “distraction-free” writing devices for thinking critically about their origins
seem to be an inevitable response to our and their effects on our surroundings.
contemporary condition (“Focus Mode,” Randall Roorda
December 20th). As someone with adult Lexington, Ky.
A.D.H.D., I have experimented with dif-
ferent methods of blocking out distrac- I was a technical writer for forty years,
tions while I’m writing. But I would like and many of Lucas’s observations ring
to push back on the notion, implied by true. Since the advent of desktop pub-
the philosophies and technologies be- lishing and sophisticated word-process-
hind some of these devices, that a linear ing programs, in the late nineteen-eight-
writing process is inherently superior to ies, there has been a strong emphasis on
a more meandering one. Because of the format in technical writing. Writers are
way my brain works, it would be discon- now encouraged to value the appearance
certing to see only the immediately pre- of their text nearly as highly as the writ-
ceding sentence in a text, or to be unable ing itself. This concern with visual pre-
to digitally cut and paste. I can’t imagine sentation has made technical writing in
writing without being able to jump around particular more complex and more vul-
and to compare multiple versions of a nerable to distraction: a writer can spend
document, allowing me to edit easily and hours trying to manipulate the look and
expansively. I am glad that the minimal- feel of a manual in an attempt to en-
ist devices work for some writers, but we hance the impact of the words. The time
don’t always need to fight against the taken up by such efforts isn’t wasted, but
modes of thought and creative practice it can contribute to distraction.
that are products of our disjointed, frag- Nad Rosenberg
mented, distraction-saturated world. Philadelphia, Pa.
Lucy Gray-Stack
The Bronx, N.Y. Lucas’s article reminded me of writing
my first book, much of which was banged
Lucas off handedly remarks that the out on a friend’s sticky-keyed portable
writer and agrarian Wendell Berry typewriter, which had once survived a
“boasted in Harper’s that he didn’t need dunk in the Mekong. In the course of
a computer, because he had a wife.” In writing, I cut my manuscript with scis-
his essay, Berry does not boast that he sors, pasted it with glue sticks, applied
doesn’t need a computer; rather, he de- layers of Wite-Out, and ended up re-
clares that he will not buy one. He es- typing the whole thing several times.
chews computers not because he has a This was an excellent way to learn how
wife but because he dislikes his depen- to write a book. But it was an enormous
dence on energy companies, which pro- relief to write my second one on a Mac-
duce electric power derived mainly (here intosh desktop computer that could spell-
in Kentucky, as elsewhere) from strip- check, delete, and save.
mined coal, and which supplant tech- Edith Mirante
nologies that are economical and con- Portland, Ore.
ducive to community relations with ones
that are less so. Berry mentions his wife •
because she types out his handwritten Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
drafts—a detail that some readers have address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
seized upon as retrograde. But anyone themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
(including a writer) might type out drafts, any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
for love or money. Lucas deems writing of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
As ever, it’s advisable to confirm engagements in advance and to check the requirements for in-person attendance.
A century ago, the Stettheimer sisters were known for hosting salons in their Manhattan apartment.
Florine was a painter, Ettie wrote novels, and so it fell to Carrie, an aspiring stage-set designer, to manage
the household. In domesticity, Carrie found a new muse: from 1916 until 1935, she lavished her talents
on an exquisite miniature representation of the sisters’ milieu (including a nursery, pictured above). “The
Stettheimer Dollhouse: Up Close” is on view at the Museum of the City of New York through May 20.
PHOTOGRAPH BY RICHARD TUSCHMAN
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ART
place by René Magritte, both from 1938 and
crowd-pleasers to this day. But the show’s
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MUSIC
superb curators, Stephanie D’Alessandro
and Matthew Gale, prove that the craze for
Chando Ao Surrealism surged like a prairie fire inde- Angel Bat Dawid
The Postmasters gallery was an early adopter pendently in individuals and groups in some
of digital art, which it has been exhibiting forty-five countries around the world. The
and Marshall Allen
since 1991. So its recent foray into the crypto tinder was an insurrectionary spirit, dis- JAZZ “The sound of joy is enlightenment,”
ecosystem—Postmasters now accepts crypto- gusted with establishments. Painting and Sun Ra once wrote. More than half a cen-
currency for all transactions, and also mints photography dominate, though magazines, tury later, Angel Bat Dawid covered Ra’s
and sells N.F.T.s—is only natural. The Chi- texts, and films explore certain scenes. The song “Enlightenment” with her ensemble,
nese artist Chando Ao’s début with the gal- variety of discoveries, detailed with excep- tha Brothahood, on her incendiary album
lery, titled “My I,” spans physical and virtual tional scholarship in a ravishing keeper of a “LIVE,” a crucial document that illustrates
realms. Two animatronic dogs occupy the catalogue, defeat generalization, with such how Dawid, an avant-garde jazz bandleader
front of the space. One is relatively cute and tonic shocks as “The Sea” (1929), a fantasia by and clarinettist, has become a revolution-
programmed for companionship; the other, the Japanese Koga Harue that displays, among ary force in modern music. In her careening
designed for service, is more robotic and other things, a bathing beauty, a zeppelin, performances, she confronts and communes
unsettling. What follows is largely interac- swimming fish, and a flayed submarine, and with magnificent intensity and a spirit of
tive. Visitors are invited to climb a pair of “Untitled” (1967), a weaponized throng of congregation. She’s now collaborated with
metal poles, which are fitted with office-chair human and animal faces and figures, by the the saxophonist and latter-day Sun Ra Ark-
elements, and perch. Elsewhere, a wall text Mozambican Malangatana Ngwenya.—Peter estra director Marshall Allen several times.
details an Instagram-based collaboration: Schjeldahl (metmuseum.org) This week, as the artist-in-residence for the
post a selfie and it might be minted as an
N.F.T., if it receives the most likes that
week. If the piece sells, the artist will give
twenty-five per cent of the proceeds to the IN THE MUSEUMS
participant, proving (though perhaps not to
stalwart skeptics) the profit-sharing potential
of the emerging crypto art market.—Johanna
Fateman (postmastersart.com)
Marcel Bascoulard
This French artist, who was born in Bourges
in 1913, spent his adult life on the outskirts
of the medieval city, living in a shanty
constructed from an abandoned truck. He
provided for himself (and his rescued cats)
by selling souvenir landscape drawings and
paintings. The captivating exhibition “Being
Marcel Bascoulard,” at the Andrew Edlin gal-
lery, focusses on the artist’s noncommercial
output—his photographic self-portraits. In
these small, vintage, black-and-white works,
Bascoulard is usually seen in a dress; because
YORK / GIFT OF MISS ETTIE STETTHEIMER; RIGHT: COURTESY THE ARTIST AND THE MUSEUM OF MODERN ART
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live from Chicago, premières a score in the is “Variations on a Folksong,” a substantial universe, these groups reign as stars.—Jay
mold of a musical variety show, dubbed “Afro- exploration of “Oh Shenandoah” fashioned Ruttenberg (Jan. 18-20; globalfest.org.)
Town Topics: A Mythological Afrofuturist expressly for Levit by the improvising pia-
Revue,” alongside the ninety-seven-year- nist and composer Fred Hersch.—Steve Smith
old Allen. The intention of this cross-gen- (Carnegie Hall; Jan. 13 at 8.)
erational event, Dawid says, is “creating and DANCE
exploring the production of new Afro sonic
realities and futures.”—Jenn Pelly (Jan. 17; Jonathan Richman: “Want to
winterjazzfest.com.)
Visit My Inner House?” Contemporary Dance Festival:
ROCK The Massachusetts-bred indie-rock
Japan + East Asia
JALC: Celebrating Chick Corea forebear Jonathan Richman has long em- Japan Society’s biennial sampler of the latest
JAZZ Chick Corea’s death, this past year, at age braced a loose, minimalist sound—typically in dance from Asia returns with three North
seventy-nine, came unexpectedly, not least just his own guitar and some drums, usually American premières. From Japan, in a video
because the pianist and composer had been played by his live partner, Tommy Larkins— presentation, “A Hum San Sui,” by Kentaro
a persistent presence in the jazz world since but in recent years Richman’s arrangements Kujirai and Barabbas Okuyama, moves from
he joined up with Miles Davis, in the late have opened up considerably. “Want to darkness to light in a Butoh style that’s sped
sixties. His dual allegiance to acoustic jazz Visit My Inner House?,” his occasionally up in spots. From Korea comes Choi x Kang
and electric fusion, as well as his interests in ramshackle new solo album, makes room Project’s “Complement,” a machine-dance
classical and international music, made him a for tamboura, organ, and group sing-alongs. duet with K-pop elements and swerves of
model artist for a postmodern scene intent on His childlike awe remains intact, but his lyr- non-sequitur whimsy. Most interestingly, the
amalgamation. This week, an encompassing ics are always evolving, most clearly on the mathematician-choreographer Hao Cheng,
tribute directed by the bassist and longtime record’s stunning mea culpa, “I Had to See from Taiwan, gives a dance demonstration
Corea collaborator John Patitucci—featuring the Harm I’d Done Before I Could Change,” a of particle physics in “Touchdown,” in which
guest artists including Ruben Blades and Bela confession from a man trying to move beyond he reads explanatory text while writhing and
Fleck—explores the diverse repertoire of this his “narcissistic haze.”—Michaelangelo Matos writing on a chalk-strewn stage.—Brian Sei-
omnivorous creator.—Steve Futterman (Rose bert (Jan. 14-15; japansociety.org.)
Theatre; Jan. 13-14.)
“Rigoletto”
OPERA In a new production for the Metro- Reggie Wilson
Igor Levit politan Opera, the Tony-winning director Research, conversation, improvisation, and
CLASSICAL Igor Levit, a Russian pianist cher- Bartlett Sher makes intimate theatre of metaphor—all are essential elements in the
ILLUSTRATION BY GAURAB THAKALI
ished for his brilliant technique and penetrat- “Rigoletto.” Verdi’s combustive melodramma work of Reggie Wilson. Before creating a new
ing insight, comes to Isaac Stern Auditorium isn’t actually a grand opera, so Sher simply dance-theatre piece, Wilson tends to ponder
with a characteristically illuminating mix of declines to treat it like one—he trades in a subject for years. The end result is not al-
works. His take on Beethoven’s canonical overstuffed crowd scenes for downstage tête- ways transparent or easy to translate, but his
sonatas, previously displayed in the fresh, à-têtes, splendor for high-stakes immediacy. works do tend to feel pregnant with meaning
invigorating complete cycle he issued in The earthy grain of Quinn Kelsey’s baritone and emotion. Wilson’s recent object of study
2019, is represented here by the late Sonata and his free use of straight tone make him has been the Shaker elder Mother Rebecca
No. 30 in E Major. Wagner’s Prelude from a riveting, deeply human Rigoletto. Rosa Cox Jackson, a free Black woman who, in
“Tristan und Isolde” and Liszt’s Sonata in B Feola, as Gilda, has a slender soprano that the eighteen-fifties, formed a female Shaker
Minor hark back to Levit’s ruminative 2018 nonetheless feels present in the house, and community in Philadelphia. In “POWER,”
album, “Life,” which included other works by Piotr Beczała, as the lascivious Duke, wields Wilson explores the relationship between the
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its New York City première, to BAM’s Harvey one whom he might march with. Life may be
Theatre, Jan. 13-15.—Marina Harss (bam.org) In this new musical, composed by Jeanine long, or vanishingly short. Whatever the case,
Tesori and based on a play by David Lind- this tender show tells us, it’s worth finding
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say-Abaire, who wrote the book and the good company on the way.—A.S. (12/20/21)
lyrics, Kimberly Levaco suffers from a rare (Atlantic Theatre Company; through Jan. 15.)
THE THEATRE genetic disorder that turns her into a kind
of reverse Benjamin Button, aging at warp
speed. While her peers are hitting puberty,
Assassins Kimberly (played by the sixty-two-year-old MOVIES
There is a giddy and deep pleasure to be Victoria Clark, with shy adolescent charm),
had from this stripped-down revival of Ste- who is about to turn sixteen, has already
phen Sondheim’s musical, directed by John gone through menopause, and the statistics Bye Bye Africa
Doyle, about the desperate and the deluded, suggest that the coming year may be her The Chadian director Mahamat-Saleh Haroun
people who were stepped on until they de- last. Yet this grim premise, as directed by is also the star of his first feature, from 1999,
cided that their only recourse was to grab Jessica Stone, yields something refreshingly a scathing metafiction in which he plays a
a gun and point it at the President. (The off-kilter. Kimberly has a deadbeat drunk for character bearing his name. The fictional-
show’s book is by John Weidman, based on a dad (Steven Boyer) and a chirpy narcissist ized Haroun, a filmmaker living in France,
a great, perverse idea by Charles Gilbert, for a mom (Alli Mauzey). Her aunt Debra (a returns to his home town of N’Djamena after
Jr.) Try not to hum along as John Wilkes bawdy Bonnie Milligan) is appropriately af- his mother dies, and intends to make a film
Booth (Steven Pasquale), John Hinckley, Jr. fectionate, but also, alas, a crook, whose latest there. He shoots documentary footage of
(Adam Chanler-Berat), Lynette (Squeaky)
Fromme (Tavi Gevinson), Sara Jane Moore
(Judy Kuhn), and the rest of this band of
murderous misfits serenade you with their ON TELEVISION
conviction that, per Thomas Jefferson, “ev-
erybody’s got the right to be happy.” The
Balladeer (the appealing Ethan Slater) guides
us with optimistic sanity through the tales
of each, from the anarchist Leon Czolgosz
(Brandon Uranowitz), a factory worker whose
furious analysis of capitalist oppression is
spot on—though his assassination of Wil-
liam McKinley doesn’t do much to change
things—to Charles Guiteau (Will Swenson,
electric with comic charisma), an unhinged
self-promoter who cakewalks his way to the
gallows after he offs James Garfield for refus-
ing to name him Ambassador to France. This
pitch-dark show, which deals with the slimy
underbelly of American dreams, couldn’t
be more upbeat, and that’s what gives it its
eerie power.—Alexandra Schwartz (Reviewed
in our issue of 11/29/21.) (Classic Stage Com
pany; through Jan. 29.)
Clyde’s
In Lynn Nottage’s new play, directed by Kate
Whoriskey, Clyde (Uzo Aduba) is the badass,
shit-talking, intermittently horny, sometimes
violent proprietor of a run-down sandwich
joint at a truck stop. She’s also an ex-convict, If the idea of a “pandemic drama” makes you a bit queasy right now, nobody
and so are the people who work for her, a can blame you: it’s hard enough to live through one, let alone muster up
fact that she hangs over their heads like rain the desire to consume fictional content about others doing the same. But
in a cloud at every opportunity. Tish (Kara
Young, in a great performance) is a single don’t let the premise of HBO Max’s new drama “Station Eleven”—about
mom saddled by a trifling, untrustworthy several people who survive a deadly flu that wipes out most of the Earth’s
co-parent. Rafael (Reza Salazar) fumblingly population—deter you from leaping in; the story is less about death and
pines for her. Jason (Edmund Donovan) is the
new guy, initially quiet and sullen, marked destruction than it is about life, vibrant and wild and humming with
up with white-supremacist tattoos. They’re promise. The show, which was created by Patrick Somerville and adapted
all under the thrall of the sagelike Montrel-
ILLUSTRATION BY MADISON KETCHAM
from Emily St. John Mandel’s hit novel of the same name, centers on an
lous (Ron Cephas Jones), a kind of sandwich
guru, who wants to jazz up the place with new actress named Kirsten (an excellent Mackenzie Davis), who was a child
recipes and more tender attention to ingre- when the plague hit. (Matilda Lawler, who plays the younger Kirsten, is
dients. The characters’ life stories come be- also a gifted performer.) Twenty years later, Kirsten leads a ragtag Shake-
tween slapstick riffs on sandwich-making and
kitchen etiquette—a bunch of well-performed spearean theatre troupe called the Traveling Symphony around the Great
gags—and as a result the play has trouble Lakes region. As outside dangers threaten the group, Kirsten springs into
finding its tone. Clyde is never subjected to action to protect her tribe. “Station Eleven” is a weird and wonderful parable
the kind of scrutiny that makes watching a
character worthwhile, and it’s hard to figure about hope in the face of crisis and the ways that people show up for one
out how seriously to take the putatively tough another. This is not a dystopian bummer—it’s a celebration.—Rachel Syme
Melinda
Hugh A. Robertson’s first feature, from 1972,
offers a sly and seething blend of genres and
tones in the guise of a straightforward blax-
ploitation drama. Frankie J. Parker (Calvin
Lockhart), a suave, hip d.j. and a Los Angeles
man-about-town, meets the elegant Melinda
(Vonetta McGee) in a night club; their pas-
One of the treasures of this year’s edition of the MOMA series “To sionate affair ends two days later—when he
Save and Project” (running Jan. 13 to Feb. 5) is a new restoration of comes home from work and finds her mur-
dered in his apartment. Wrongly arrested,
“Blind Spot,” from 1981, the first feature by the German director Claudia von Frankie is released from custody but is soon
Alemann. It’s an intimate drama with a vast purview, centered on a young targeted by a gangland associate, and discov-
West German scholar named Elisabeth (Rebecca Pauly) who, leaving her ers that the killing was an ordered hit—and
that he’s a pawn in a far-reaching conspiracy
husband and her daughter behind, visits the French city of Lyon to do research involving the media, drug dealers, and union
COURTESY DEUTSCHE KINEMATHEK, BERLIN
about Flora Tristan, a feminist, a socialist activist, and a writer who organized politics. With intrepid planning, martial art-
workers there in 1844. Elisabeth’s project has an existential edge—she records istry, and unhinged violence—and thanks to
the bold complicity of his longtime lover,
sound at sites where Tristan worked and lived, in an effort to re-create her Terry (Rosalind Cash)—Frankie fights back.
subject’s inner experience. Meanwhile, Elisabeth’s chance encounters, as with This Hitchcockian setup gives rise to romance,
a café owner and an antiquarian bookseller, take a historical turn as she also comedy, and frenzied action; Robertson sets
the hectic melodrama in swift motion with a
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inquires into the massacre of Jews in Lyon by Nazi occupiers during the brash sense of style.—R.B. (Playing Jan. 15 on
Second World War. Elisabeth’s fascination with the embodiment of history TCM and streaming on Watch TCM.)
is matched by von Alemann’s documentary-based vision, which makes the
city’s ancient buildings, tall stone staircases, and celebrated secret passageways For more reviews, visit
reverberate with the passions and the horrors of the past.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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careful to accommodate a diverse clien- to its five-alarm chili-pepper rating, lit
tele, not least by carving out an “Ameri- my Sichuanese mouth on fire—most of
can-Chinese” section on the menu, star- the dishes favor spice-driven fragrance
TABLES FOR TWO ring broccoli. “Americans may not love over feral, unruly mala, the Chinese
their greens,” Zhu observed, “but they term for “numbing spicy.” My favorite,
Hupo always feel at home with their broccoli.” the Chongqing roasted fish, arrived a
1007 50th Ave., Queens Chinese restaurants today are less shade of rusted crimson, under a sheath
differentiated by culinary geography of peppers and cilantro, steeped in what
“This is bad to broadcast, but, for Hupo, and more reflective of generational eco- looked like lava. I expected a pure assault
COVID was at first a curse and then, well, nomics, Zhu told me. On the menu, flip of heat, but it was the muted sweetness of
an opportunity,” the thirty-one-year-old past the emphatically American cock- the chili on the crisped tilapia skin that
Jiawen Zhu said of the Sichuanese eat- tails (Manhattan, Sazerac) to a full page seduced me into bite after bite.
ery he co-owns, which opened not long of Hupo specialties (brown-sugar milk Two of Zhu’s favorite dishes are the
PHOTOGRAPH BY ZACHARY ZAVISLAK FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
before the pandemic first besieged New tea, Uji-matcha latte) that point to Zhu’s cult-classic Chongqing chicken and
York, in March, 2020. As many other intuitive grasp of what his target demo- the Chinese staple braised-beef noodle
Chinese restaurants shuttered, Zhu graphic of recent immigrants want to soup. For the chicken, hunks of meat
worked with a skeletal crew of three to drink. “How did I know they would be are aggressively fried and tossed with
keep the doors open. It likely helped, popular?” Zhu asked in Chinese, grin- dried chilies; Zhu acknowledged that it
he said, that Hupo is situated in Long ning. “Because they are all the drinks I would have been better with chicken on
Island City, where a fivefold increase in like!” Torn between the Yakult yogurt, a the bone, but, alas, per his observation,
Asian residents in the past decade has cultured-milk drink that tastes like liquid “Americans are anxious about few things
transformed the neighborhood. “When Starbursts, and a red-bean ice, a dessert as much as they are anxious about bones.”
something as strange and destabilizing smoothie with sweetened red beans and Zhu can sympathize; he had his own
as a pandemic happens, you want to find evaporated milk, I decided to get both. trepidation about opening Hupo, which
the familiar,” Zhu remarked. At Hupo, The Chinese-Chinese portion of Hu- resembles neither the takeout places
a few solid culinary standbys offer the po’s menu exemplifies a similarly canny he had worked for nor the Chinatown
assurance that “even if the sky falls, Si- understanding of millennial Asian taste, restaurants he patronizes. When he chose
chuanese will still be here.” featuring a narrow selection of tried-and- the name Hupo, which means “amber”
With its latticed windows, silk-tassel true hits. “Twenty, thirty years ago, Chi- in Chinese, he wondered if he shouldn’t
lanterns, and faux-leather banquettes, nese menus could be pages and pages,” just use an English name. “But then I
Hupo’s vibe lands somewhere between Zhu said. “But now it’s quality over thought, If we just call it Hupo, people
Chinese teahouse and American diner. quantity.” Happily, instead of hot-and- have to familiarize themselves to the orig-
Zhu, who arrived in the U.S. from Guang- sour soup, there is Sichuan boiled fish inal Chinese word. And maybe that’s not
dong at age twenty, worked at Chinese with pickled greens, whose fresh green such a bad thing.” (Entrées $15-$38.)
American fast-food joints in Vermont chilies and pool of peppercorns radiate —Jiayang Fan
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COMMENT notable, too, because it highlights the expand—seeks to restrict what students
HISTORY LESSONS extent to which his thought had al- can be taught about our past, segregat-
ways been informed by a study of ing laudatory and thereby permissible
n March 25, 1965, at the conclu- American history. In his “I Have a subjects in American history from a
O sion of the brutally consequential
march from Selma to Montgomery,
Dream” speech, he had mentioned the
ideas of “interposition and nullifica-
Jim Crow section in which the nation’s
deepest shortcomings are hidden from
Martin Luther King, Jr., delivered a tion,” which he attributed to Wallace, view. These efforts come at a fraught
speech titled “Our God Is Marching but which implicitly harked back to moment. Last week, when President
On!” He spoke to a crowd of twenty- John C. Calhoun’s efforts to protect Joe Biden spoke to the nation from
five thousand people on the grounds slavery. King’s final book, “Where Do National Statuary Hall on the anni-
of the Alabama state capitol, in view We Go from Here?” (1967), rooted an versary of the January 6th insurrection,
of the office window of the segrega- argument for a universal basic income he pointed out that the riot brought
tionist governor George Wallace. The and general economic redistribution the Confederate flag into the halls of
address is not among King’s best- in the Homestead policies of the mid- Congress—a violation that had not oc-
known, but it is among the most reve- nineteenth century. To an underap- curred even during the Civil War.
latory. King argued that, in the decade preciated extent, he related the nation’s The substance as well as the sym-
since the bus boycotts in that city, a contemporary concerns to a geneal- bols of a divided era have been infil-
new movement had emerged and an ogy of past ones. trating our political spaces. “In state
older order was starting to fall away. Such historical continuities stand after state, new laws are being writ-
Referring to the historian C. Vann to be lost in the mainstream Ameri- ten not to protect the vote but to deny
Woodward’s book “The Strange Ca- can understanding. Legislation recently it, not only to suppress the vote but
reer of Jim Crow,” King said that ra- passed in eight states—a list that may to subvert it,” the President observed.
cial segregation had begun not simply King’s speech at the Alabama capi-
as an expression of white supremacy tol, it should be recalled, was given
but as a “political stratagem employed amid a fight for a voting-rights law.
by the emerging Bourbon interests in Stripping the right to vote from Black
the South to keep the southern masses Southerners, King noted, laid the
divided and southern labor the cheap- groundwork for laws that further dis-
est in the land.” The so-called split- advantaged poor people across racial
labor-market theory held that, by cre- lines. Then as now, Southern legisla-
ating a hyper-exploited class of Black tures justified limiting the franchise
people, white élites could hold down with specious claims about electoral
the wages of white workers. And so malfeasance.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
racism didn’t just injure Black people, The Selma campaign was marked
its immediate object; it took a toll on by the particular brutality unleashed
white laborers, too. on the marchers; voting-rights activ-
The Montgomery speech is nota- ists (including the late representative
ble because it presages the interracial John Lewis) were bludgeoned, and
populism that became an increasingly some were even killed. White South-
prominent part of King’s thinking and erners who participated in this vio-
organizing in his remaining years; it’s lence understood themselves to be
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acting defensively; the marchers, they out naming him) for creating “a web This holiday honoring Martin Lu-
believed, were the aggressors, whose of lies about the 2020 election.” The ther King, Jr., sees a nation embroiled
actions left them no choice but to word “truth” was used sixteen times. in conflicts that would have looked
turn to violence. That sentiment will Yet purveyors of disinformation win numbingly familiar to him. As school
be familiar to anyone who has been simply by forcing their subjects to ad- curricula and online discourse threaten
observing recent events. A survey dress their lies in public. Indeed, pre- to narrow our understanding of both
from the fall found that large num- vious attempts to correct Trump-fu- past and future, it’s more important
bers of Americans think the nation’s elled lies, not least Barack Obama’s than ever to take stock of our history
democracy is in trouble, but that the showing his birth certificate, in 2011, and its consequences, as King did in
preponderance of those who consider have not proved an effective remedy. his speech more than half a century
it to be under major threat are Repub- And aggregated lies can congeal into ago. In Montgomery, the civil-rights
licans—the party whose President a counterfeit history of their own— leader spoke of the intransigent op-
incited the attack on the Capitol in the old Southern myths of the Lost timism that had led activists to fight
the first place. Given the prevalence Cause flutter the Confederate flags for change, in the face of skepticism
of disinformation and propaganda on of today. As the Smithsonian cura- about what could actually be achieved.
social media and cable news, electoral tors Jon Grinspan and Peter Man- President Biden struck a similar note
mistrust among conservatives, and seau argued in a chilling Times piece in his Statuary Hall speech. For those
thus the prospect of democracy de- last week, it is not far-fetched to con- who believe in democracy, he said,
railed by its defenders, is not a sur- sider that Statuary Hall might one “anything is possible—anything.” This
prising development. But it is a deeply day feature a marble likeness of the is true, as the events of both March 25,
disquieting one. QAnon Shaman, who, with his head- 1965, and January 6, 2021, established.
President Biden’s speech was an dress of horns and fur, helped galva- Anything is possible right now, and
attempt to correct a false narrative nize the January 6th mob. A statue that is as much cause for hope as it
taking hold on the right. The Presi- of Jefferson Davis, after all, has re- is for grave concern.
dent criticized Donald Trump (with- sided there since 1931. —Jelani Cobb
THE PICTURES was born, in New York, but she changed Hunter’s first scene in the movie has
TOIL AND TROUBLE her name later, when the head of the her squatting in the sand (no panty
Royal Academy of Dramatic Art asked hose), where she alternately squawks,
her, “So, Kathryn, do you wish to play clutches a sailor’s severed thumb in her
the full canon, or just gypsies?” A former gnarled toes, and twists her right arm
artistic associate at the Royal Shake- all the way behind her head. Imagine
speare Company, Hunter was a veteran a litigious raven who has done a lot of
member of Complicité, the London- yoga. “Some people at a screening asked
he voice: a low, guttural rasp, it’s based troupe known for physical the- me, ‘Is it C.G.I., what you do with your
T the aural equivalent of slithering,
the wheezy lamentation of a leprechaun
atre, co-founded by Hunter’s husband,
Marcello Magni. Her knack for phys-
arms?’ So I did for them what I do in
the film with my arms, and they said,
long past his sell-by date. In a trailer for ical transformation has seen the five- ‘Oh, God!’ It was quite funny.” All the
Joel Coen’s “The Tragedy of Macbeth,” foot-tall dynamo playing a variety of
it speaks the only words heard. As Mac- nonhuman roles, not to mention Rich-
beth (Denzel Washington) emerges ard III, Timon of Athens, and Lear,
from a swirl of fog and Lady Macbeth the last of which she’ll reprise this sum-
(Frances McDormand) schemes, the mer, at the Globe.
voice hisses the prophecy that begins, Although Hunter has known Coen
“By the pricking of my thumbs . . .” and McDormand socially for thirty
On a recent afternoon, the voice— years, she had never worked with them
which belongs to the English actress prior to “Macbeth.” A few months be-
and longtime cigarette smoker Kath- fore shooting started, she met up with
ryn Hunter, who plays all three witches the pair in a London hotel room to
in the film, which will stream on Apple discuss her approach to playing the
TV+ starting this week—came crack- witches. Hunter, who describes her-
ling over the phone, from her apart- self as “quite bendy,” stood on a cof-
ment in London. “I’m sixty-four, so I fee table, pulled a pair of black panty
was born at a time when smoking was hose over her head, and started im-
considered immoral but not unhealthy,” personating a crow. “Joel would say,
Hunter explained. ‘Keep that shape. I like that shape.
Her parents, who were Greek, named Take the arms back, lift the elbow.’ He
her Aikaterini Hadjipateras, when she was choreographing, in a way.” Kathryn Hunter
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thrashing around in the sand has paid
off: last month, the New York Film
Critics Circle gave Hunter its best-sup-
porting-actress award.
“The body tells a story as much as
the text,” Hunter said. She would know:
while a student at rada, she was in a
car crash that broke her back, shat-
tered her elbow, and crushed her feet.
She spent months in a wheelchair, and
her doctors thought that she might
never walk again. She now sees the or-
deal as a gift in disguise: “Somehow
the limitations provoked me to explore
more.” This tenacity has made her a
favorite among theatre directors. She
has worked with Peter Brook six times,
and Julie Taymor’s willingness to put
on “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” at
Brooklyn’s Theatre for a New Audi- “Hold on—we’re just supposed to schlep back to Antarctica now?”
ence, in 2013, was contingent on Hun-
ter’s playing Puck.
For her “weird sisters” research,
• •
Hunter studied people with multiple-
personality disorder, and also crows, “He’s saying, When man is out of kilter, ticket, or you can have what’s behind
which are symbols of divination. She as it were, it’s reflected in nature. How this curtain,” which he billed as “a show
1
also consulted a modern-day witch. “I prescient is that?” you’ll never, ever see again.” He was of-
asked her to give me a simple spell to —Henry Alford fering a retooled “American Utopia,”
keep the company safe,” Hunter said. featuring an assortment of songs re-
“Denzel told me he believes in the power ON WITH THE SHOW DEPT. imagined by a scaled-back band of mu-
of prophecy and the power of blessings, SCRAPPY sicians. “We’re just gonna come up with
so, before going on set, I would do a a show, you know? Hey!” he said. “This
ritual to keep him and the company is our opportunity to make lemonade
safe.” She went on, “But afterward I from Covid lemons.”
thought, Maybe it didn’t work, because In a recent Zoom call, Byrne ex-
COVID came along.” (Coen had shot plained how it happened: “We looked
seventy per cent of the film when the at the situation and we mapped it out.
pandemic forced the production to avid Byrne let his guitar slump on We said, ‘O.K., we can do this with the
pause, in March, 2020.)
“Some people might be expecting
D its strap for a moment, after open-
ing his Broadway show, “American Uto-
people we have left.’” He paused to ad-
just a strap on his blue-and-white striped
more of a Coen-brothers moderniza- pia,” with a fiery rendition of “The Rev- overalls. “With fewer crew members,
tion, but I think Joel has done a won- olution.” He looked wearily into the we could not do ‘Burning Down the
derful thing to let the language speak,” audience and asked, “Wouldn’t it be House.’ That is a big one—very popu-
Hunter said, finishing her thought with heavenly if nothing ever happened?” lar with the audience.” He continued,
one of her preferred sentence-enders, People laughed. Byrne let out a hard “Onstage, it’s ‘Look, we’re going to show
a wheedling “Wouldn’t you agree?” snort. The joke, gift-wrapped as a ques- you what’s possible.’”
(She’s also prone, when unable to re- tion, needed no elaboration. The sub- “It got hectic as fuck,” Bobby Woo-
member something, to tapping her text, the audience understood, was ten III, the bassist, said, on a separate
forehead and saying, “Come on, brain!”) “Treat yourself tonight, since the world Zoom call. Wooten, who has played
In Coen’s adaptation, Hunter also plays is collapsing.” with every version of the show, said that
the Old Man outside Macbeth’s cas- Not so long before, during the week although they were using the same stage
tle, which suggests that the witches leading up to Christmas, “American and some of the same people, “the show
have shape-shifted into an old codger. Utopia”’s producers had cancelled five we’re putting on is completely differ-
It’s the Old Man who, referencing first performances. Too many cast and crew ent. We’re doing songs that basically
the darkness of the sky and then Dun- members had been sidelined by covid, none of us, outside of David, have ever
can’s murder, says, “’Tis unnatural/Even with seven testing positive, even though played before—like, thirteen new songs.”
like the deed that’s done.” they’d been vaccinated. Rather than He went on, “We literally had eight
“It’s amazing that Shakespeare was close the show, Byrne announced on hours of rehearsal the Sunday before
so concerned with nature,” Hunter said. social media, “You can cash in your and we had four hours the day of. And
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the teamwork, too, including “some ner guests at an Italian restaurant near
bumps here and there.” Gramercy Park. “My mother was re-
By the closing number, “Road to ally good with crossword puzzles,” he
Nowhere,” the whole audience was on said. “My grandmother was a Scrabble
its feet and dancing. It was an anti- genius. I’m told she was sucked into a
Broadway evening, an unapologetic match with the mayor of Miami.” He
display of solidarity and trust amid a went on, “I was the math kid.”
cloud of anxiety. When the curtain “You shouldn’t look sheepish when
fell, masks could not muffle the rap- you say that!” Lawrence chimed in. “You
turous hollers. should say it with some pride!”
On the Zoom, Byrne had said, “I At the restaurant, seated inside a
do feel a lot of love coming from the sidewalk enclosure, Lawrence pulled
audience. I try not to take it person- from a tote bag a small whiteboard
ally. I tend to think to myself, They with a stand, along with several clip-
don’t really love me. They don’t know boards, each holding paper and a pen-
me as a person. They love what I’ve cil—MoMath party favors. Six guests
done and what that means to them.” showed up, three with backgrounds in
He added, “And I try and reciprocate finance. “I’m really struggling with this
David Byrne that—be very present and real. Let week’s puzzle,” Saul Rosenthal, the
them know that I’m talking to them president of Oxford Capital Funds,
then each person put in a lot of time in that moment.” said. He was referring to the weekly
outside of that.” He is enjoying the scrappy element “Mind Bender” that Winkler sends
“Remembering the music! Remem- of the show. “I think I might miss how out, through MoMath, to thousands
bering the lyrics!” Byrne said on the we had to really scramble,” he said. of puzzlers. That week’s puzzle: On
Zoom, chuckling. He’d been pleased to “But, performing in the era of COVID, average, how many cards does it take
see a lot of younger people in the au- there’s nothing glamorous about that, to get to a jack in a shuffled deck of
dience lately, and he noticed that other, either. I’ll be happy when that’s all fifty-two cards? “A bunch of guys in
older fans had come more than once. over, when the audiences can take off my office are working on it,” Rosen-
1
“I thought, Wait a minute. I’ve seen their masks.” thal said.
that couple at a previous show,” he said. —Rich Benjamin Marilyn Simons, who has a Ph.D.
“They’re back!” in economics, said that her husband,
On a bare stage, Byrne and com- PUZZLED Jim, a financier and a former mathe-
pany appear in shiny gray suits, with FUN WITH MATH matician, doesn’t like puzzles: “He says
no shoes. Between songs, while band that if he works that hard he wants to
members switch up instruments and get a theorem out of it.”
regroup, he tells stories. He winces if Winkler began the evening’s pro-
his punch lines come out garbled, and gram. The first course of math, deliv-
sometimes he wears the “Who, me?” ered during the first course of dinner
grin of a seven-year-old who has snagged (a scattering of salads), was a statistics
your wallet and then offers to help you indy Lawrence, the director of starter called Simpson’s paradox, which
find it.
On the third night of the experi-
C the National Museum of Math-
ematics, in New York, put on her spe-
explains how apparent biases in large
samples can disappear in smaller ones.
ment, the audience, many of whom were cial Möbius-strip earrings when she A famous example: For the University
double-masked, was palpably nervous. was getting ready for a recent evening of California at Berkeley’s graduate pro-
Heads swivelled, as people reassured of math dinner theatre. The star of grams in 1975, over all, men were ad-
themselves that their neighbors had the show would be Peter Winkler, a mitted at a higher rate than women,
their masks on tightly enough. By the Dartmouth mathematics professor but, program by program, women were
time Byrne sang the Talking Heads hit and formerly MoMath’s Distinguished admitted at a higher rate.
“Once in a Lifetime,” they relaxed. Visiting Professor of Public Engage- “I think that, to a lot of us who even
“I could see them listen to each ment. Winkler has been leading his think we know statistics, the way we
other,” Ayla Huguenot, a seventeen- intimate “Probability and Intuition” process statistics is not deeply informed,”
year-old musician in the audience, said sessions (as the dinner theatre is called) Simons said.
of the band members. “At certain points, since 2019. Winkler nodded and said, “Tell the
Byrne would turn around and motion, Winkler, who has a bushy salt-and- story of the statistician who drowned
like, ‘O.K., let’s do that chorus one more pepper mustache and sounds a little in a river whose average depth was only
time.’ And then they would all kind of like Groucho Marx, is the author of two inches.” He laughed at his joke.
look at each other to see when they three volumes of math puzzles. He When the entrées came, Winkler
were going to end it.” Her friend Car- picked up Lawrence at her apartment, moved on to puzzles: What’s the best
ter Nyhan, also a musician, appreciated before heading to meet their math-din- way to use two coin tosses to determine
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bet? (Hint: You can use sequences of against the bank on the outcome. Alice plays, the less likely she is to go broke,”
flips to redefine a “toss”—it’s called “von calls heads every time; Bob calls tails. he said.
Neumann’s trick.”) What’s the first odd The puzzle: Given that they both go Winkler nodded and launched into
number in the dictionary? (Hint: It broke, which one is more likely to have a fuller explanation. “What’s a good
starts with “eight.”) gone broke first? example?” he said. “O.K.! What’s the
Winkler let loose with the last offi- Rosenthal looked thoughtful. “Every probability that this dinner goes past
cial mind bender, a gambling thought question that we were asked tonight,” he eleven o’clock?” The attendees, whose
experiment involving a fictitious couple said, “the answer is never what it seems.” eyes had started to glaze over, laughed.
named Alice and Bob, who are famous Most of the diners guessed Bob, but Winkler took the hint and decided to
in math circles. Each of them has a bi- the correct answer was Alice. John Tier- call it a night.
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ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS be tidy—she won’t host dinner parties
because she doesn’t “want the crumbs.”
INTERIORS
We once agreed to meet at a local restau
rant. “You either go to Omen, Raoul’s,
or Fanelli’s if you live down here, and
Hanya Yanagihara, a fashion editor, writes novels at night—just for herself. I go to Omen,” she declared, adding
that she wanted to sit at a particular
BY D. T. MAX table in the back. When she takes her
trips, she packs a suitcase that, a friend
says, is “almost as small as the one in
‘Rear Window.’”
Yanagihara is also a novelist with a
large readership. Her 2015 book, “A
Little Life,” begins as the story of the
friendships among four recent college
graduates, then cascades into an oper
atic, often appalling, chronicle of the
abuse suffered by one of the protago
nists. Like her magazine, the novel is
proudly baroque. The critical recep
tion to the book was very divided: it
was called a “great gay novel” by one
critic, and a “ghastly litany” by another.
But it has sold more than a million
and a half copies in English alone. It’s
still easy to find readers talking online,
with odd pleasure, about the emotional
devastation that reading “A Little Life”
brought upon them. TikTokers post
videos of themselves crying after fin
ishing the book.
Yanagihara is more conf ident
talking about her magazine editing
than about her novelistic abilities.
She writes at night, for long stretches
when the words are flowing. She com
pleted her new novel, “To Paradise”—
which stages three radically different
narratives, set in three centuries, at
anya Yanagihara wears her black conceptual artists in New York. She the same town house in Washington
H hair pulled back with a razor
sharp center part, and she prefers to
took over T four years ago, and, thanks
to her magpie intelligence, it has be
Square—during the pandemic. Like
“A Little Life,” it exceeds seven hun
dress in black, especially in clothes by come a vibrant cabinet of curiosities. dred pages. After she has hit on a
Dries Van Noten, the cerebral Belgian Fashion and design spreads are now plot and a structure she sticks to them,
designer. She is the editorinchief of steeped in art history, and the maga as if revising risks collapse. As she
T, the style supplement to the Times, zine publishes essays that are surpris put it, “Once I’ve poured the con
which publishes articles and photo ing, and sometimes esoteric: an analy crete, I don’t rebuild the foundation.”
essays about fashion, travel, art, and sis of avantgarde flower arrangers; a Despite the extraordinary success of
design. Through her editorial work, rigorous survey of artists, from Japan her fiction career, she regards it as a
Yanagihara, who is fortyseven, has to South Africa, who are “reimagining “slightly shameful” sideline. Indeed,
become conversant with hundreds of the animal figurine.” she knows almost no other novelists,
creative people and their work. She Yanagihara’s private life is as con because she isn’t comfortable among
has spent a lot of time travelling and strained as her cultural knowledge is them. She said, “I find that, whether
has an unusually international aes broad. She lives in a narrow SoHo loft, from a sort of evileye avoidance su
thetic: she is as comfortable speaking decorated with art and antiques and perstition, or from not feeling that I
about ceramicists in Sendai as about baubles, that she calls her “pod.” She quite have the right to call myself a
writer—I don’t know what this is
“Sometimes you have to fight to keep yourself engaged with other humans,” she said. about, really, but I feel that writer is
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not something that I am, it is some- ya’s father took her for a haircut; when ten thousand dollars, paying in install-
thing that I do. And it’s something a barber told an anti-Asian joke, she ments. Her parents, she said, “had always
that I do in private.” looked to her father to respond, but he instilled in me that art collecting was just
shrugged it off. “I wasn’t angry at the something I should do,” though in prac-
he most reliable route to becoming hairdresser,” she told me. “I was angry tice she gathered objects “only to amuse
T a novelist is that of the outsider, and
this was Yanagihara’s path. She was born
at my father, and I was angry at myself,
as if we had done something by our ex-
myself.” She told me that she often found
the outside world forbidding, and so she
in 1974 in Los Angeles and spent her istence that had, if not warranted the made her private world a refuge.
early childhood in Honolulu, the daugh- comment, inspired it.” She said that it Yanagihara came to feel that she
ter of a doctor who did research on mouse was her first experience with the com- wasn’t destined to be a successful book
immunology for the National Institutes plexity of shame—of how you can cause editor. At the time, she said, “you had
of Health and a mother who practiced “some sort of rupture, ripples in the so- to have a certain kind of polish as a per-
needlework, quilting, and other crafts. cial system, by your presence.” Around son, if you were a woman. Either that,
She remembers growing up with her this time, her father gave her a copy of or you had to be a spectacular weirdo
brother in a house full of curated things V. S. Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill,” who was rich. And I was neither of those
that they weren’t allowed to touch. Her a short story of post-colonial anger set things.” She added, “I was socially awk-
father, a third-generation Hawaiian res- in England. “He said it would help teach ward. I didn’t really know how to be-
ident, was of Japanese descent; her mother me rage,” she remembered. have in an office.”
is Korean American. Her parents have Yanagihara moved back to Hawaii Still, like a good collector, she pieced
always been deeply in love; Yanagihara for her final three years of high school, together a comfortable New York fam-
described their relationship as “very much living first with her grandparents and ily. She gave her closest friends pet
a union of two.” She suffered from se- then with a teacher. She enrolled at Smith names—she still refers to two of them
vere asthma, which a doctor treated with College in 1992. Explaining her choice, as Bunny and Giggles. Members of her
steroids. When she was around ten, her she joked, “In the early nineties, it was circle found her a good listener but a
father, apparently having determined that very easy to get into the women’s col- poor confider. One friend, Seth Mnookin,
she was old enough to confront hard leges,” then added, “Being a female was a journalist, said that he had detailed his
truths, warned her that the powerful never something—and continues not to romantic life to Yanagihara over the years,
drugs would devastate her body: “ ‘Do really be something—that was interest- and had asked her on occasion whether
you know what happens with predni- ing to me. . . . So it was odd that I ended she was seeing anyone. She always evaded
sone for a long period? You start grow- up at a women’s college.” At Smith, she the question: “She sort of plays it off, in
ing hair all over your body, and your back marched for Asian American rights, and a way that is simultaneously disarming
begins to hunch, and you go blind be- when writing papers she spelled “women” and makes it really clear that that door
fore you know it.’ ” Yanagihara told me, as “womyn”—a stance that she now re- is closed.” (Yanagihara told me that for
“I remember I was crying and crying.” gards as mostly a pose. “I should have a long time she has been romantically
She began thinking of herself as “basi- spent more time thinking critically, and interested only in men, but hasn’t found
cally a big pair of lungs.” not trying to scare my way into easy ‘A’s,” lasting companionship. She also said,
Being a “sickly child,” as she says, was she said. Yanagihara slept with women “The understanding of who I was as a
traumatizing, giving her the unshakable at Smith—“everyone had sex with sexual creature was never great, or of that
feeling of being different from her peers. women.” When the dorm next door much interest.”)
Her family moved often, and in the mid- hosted an annual orgy she didn’t go, be- She also didn’t tell her friends about
eighties the Yanagiharas arrived in Tyler, cause if she had she would have had to a novel that she had begun writing soon
a small city in eastern Texas, where Han- help with the cleanup afterward. By the after graduating from Smith. It was based
ya’s father practiced and taught medi- time she got to college, she knew that on the life of Daniel Carleton Gajdusek,
cine. Hawaii was full of Asian Ameri- she wanted to be a writer. “I was really the Nobel Prize-winning scientist who
cans, but Tyler was not, and Hanya going because I was hoping I would be did pathbreaking research in the South
experienced racism for the first time. like Sylvia Plath and stick my head in Pacific on infectious disease, then was
When she walked down the hall at an oven,” she joked. “But I had preten- imprisoned, in 1997, after pleading guilty
school, she remembers, students lined sions to be something literary.” to sexually abusing one of the dozens of
up, chanting, “Ching-chong-duck-dong.” After college, she moved to Manhat- children he had adopted from that re-
Her father, from whom she gets both tan, where she worked in the sales de- gion. The story was complicated, involv-
her collecting instinct and a quality of partment of a paperback publisher. She ing a lot of research, and she wasn’t sure
emotional disengagement, became aware later became a publicist, then an assis- that she had the skills to write it. There
of her distress but considered it over- tant editor at Riverhead, a hardcover im- were years when she barely touched her
blown. She remembers that once, when print. Friends who visited her when she manuscript, but she never gave it up.
she and her brother misbehaved, he pun- was in her late twenties were surprised “The book became a sort of metaphor
ished them by locking them out of the to find gallery-worthy objects in her small, for delayed adulthood,” she told me. “I
house. It would do them good, he rea- sixth-floor apartment. She made her first felt like I’d made this foolish bargain
soned, to face the kids who’d been men- major purchase, “Bass Strait, Table Cape,” as a twenty-year-old. It wasn’t some-
acing them. On another occasion, Han- a photograph by Hiroshi Sugimoto, for thing I was ever going to get past.” She
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which, at first glance, looks like a camel.
“It’s a walking penis,” she commented.
“He’s erect and on the go!” She uses the
base of the sculpture as a ring caddy. The
lights were low: “I like feeling when I
come in here that the rest of the world
has vanished.” On one wall is a Diane
Arbus photograph of a contortionist
standing in a room lit by a dangling bulb.
“The bottom half of his body is turned
around,” she pointed out, adding that
the image had helped inspire “A Little
Life.” Other isolated faces looked out
from gelatin prints.
The living room was split by an enor
mous doublesided bookcase with some
ten thousand books on it. Yanagihara
pointed out some earlyAmerican fur
niture that her father, who is now sev
entysix, had given her. (Her parents cur
rently live in Hawaii.) One was a tester
bed from the eighteentens: she slept in
it as a child, and still does. Another was
a Philadelphia Chippendale chair. Both
items were out of fashion, and therefore
“Makes you feel more significant than everyone else, doesn’t it?” worth nothing, she said, but that’s not
why they mattered to her. “I was allowed
to sit in the chair once a year, for a photo,”
• • she recalled. “Until I got to be a teen
ager, and then I wasn’t allowed to sit in
took editing jobs at various magazines, gihara says, for its colonial overtones, and the chair anymore.” She paused. “But
including Condé Nast Traveler. At last, she was fascinated by how some scien now the chair’s mine.”
when she had been working on her man tists justified work that had destructive She made green tea, and we sat in the
uscript for almost fifteen years, she men effects. Yanagihara wrapped her story shadow of the bookcase and talked about
tioned it to her best friend, Bunny— in a postmodern package, creating a her job at T. She had taken it soon after
Jared Hohlt, another magazine editor. Nabokovian narrator—a colleague of “A Little Life” became a bestseller, and,
Yanagihara recalled, “Becoming account Perina’s—who doesn’t understand the given her success as a writer, I asked her
able to Jared made me finally finish it.” evil that he is abetting. Although “The why she’d done so. Her first explanation
“The People in the Trees,” as she ti People in the Trees” got favorable re was that she’d needed health insurance:
tled the book, was a political and moral views, it gives Yanagihara little pleasure she has medical issues that have been
novel. She wanted to interrogate “the now. “It’s a cold book,” she said. “There exacerbated by her childhood reliance
binarian proposition” that people are are very good cool books, but it’s artifi on steroids, and often feels sick. When
either good or evil, and to square “a per cially cold.” we met, she’d just spent a week alone
son who did and discovered extraordi nursing a bad cold, sometimes chatting
nary things with a person who caused hen I visited Yanagihara’s over on the phone with Bunny or Giggles
great pain and was deeply flawed.” In
the book, which fictionalizes elements
W stuffed loft, she told me that if
there wasn’t something vulgar in a house
(Daniel Roseberry, the creative director
of Schiaparelli, who lives in Paris). She
of Gajdusek’s life and research, a sci the décor was a failure. A bathroom shelf hadn’t minded the isolation, but under
entist named Norton Perina learns that held a collection of gaudy red toy robots stands that socializing has its purpose.
the members of a Micronesian tribe eat from postwar Japan—tin mementos, she “Sometimes you have to fight to keep
a food that dramatically extends life said, of the country’s “nuclear anxiety.” yourself engaged with other humans,”
but doesn’t prevent mental decay. Once The apartment walls, one of which she’d she said. “You have to stay in practice of
Perina announces his discovery, mis painted what she called a “dusty Ingres being around other people.”
sionaries and pharmaceutical represen blue,” were covered with framed photo The main reason that she was at T,
tatives descend on the tribe, ultimately graphs, and most of the surfaces held though, was that she loved being an ed
destroying it. Like these predatory com tchotchkes that she had carried home itor. Even from the remove of her SoHo
panies, Perina commits shameful acts in her tiny suitcase after trips abroad. pod, she can detect emerging cultural
but feels no shame. On the diningroom table was a Shōwa patterns—and identify old aesthetics
Gajdusek’s story interested her, Yana era sculpture of a penis and testicles that are reëmerging. One era that par
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ticularly attracts her is New York at the the easiest writing I ever did—it felt al- plained that the feeling wasn’t “pleasur-
dawn of the aids crisis. In 2018, she de- most preordained, like it already existed, able, but it felt inevitable.”
voted an issue of T to the subject. “This and I was just transcribing.” These brutalities are told in flashback,
period between 1981 and 1983 was just “A Little Life” initially seems like an but the relief that Jude’s present life seems
fantastically rich,” she said. She began all-male version of Mary McCarthy’s to promise doesn’t last. “I don’t think hap-
listing a dizzying number of Reagan- “The Group,” chronicling the postgrad- piness is for me,” he says, though his
era novelties, from Jeff Koons to the uate experiences of four college friends: friends tenderly insist otherwise. He be-
sun-dried tomato: “You had people on an actor, a litigator, an artist, and an ar- gins to date a man—who rapes and beats
Broadway like Glenn Close at the same chitect. Two are gay, one is bisexual, and him. “Every year, his right to humanness
time that it was probably the last era one is straight. One is white, one is black, diminished,” Jude reflects about himself.
of great underground theatre, like La one is of mixed race, and the ethnicity Turning his shame inward, he engages
Mama.” The magazine, which included of one is unspecified. Yanagihara did not in self-mutilation. Many writers would
speculative renderings of how some cre- have her own circle of college friends, only allude to such episodes, but Yanag-
ative figures would look today had they and she took some of her inspiration ihara narrates them extensively. By book’s
not died of aids, drew mixed responses. from Hohlt’s. But there were echoes of close, we have read countless times about
Some felt that she had aestheticized a her adult life, with its constructed Man- Jude cutting himself. Eventually, he meets
time of pain. Christopher Niquet, a hattan family. “Why wasn’t friendship as his inevitable end.
fashion editor and writer who knows good as a relationship?” one character Yanagihara told me that she wanted
some of the friends and family of the wonders. “Why wasn’t it even better?” the story to feel like a relentless piling
deceased, told me that, “as a whole, the After about a hundred pages, the story on. And she pointed out that, though “A
issue was odd.” He felt that the take- veers into the hidden past of the litiga- Little Life” may seem unconstrained, it
away of the photo-essay was “We hope tor, Jude St. Francis, who was raised in has a precise structure. Each of its seven
that if you were still alive you would a monastery where he was repeatedly chapters contains three sections, each
still look young, slim, and stylish, so we raped by the Brothers who ran it. A se- subsection of which totals eighteen thou-
could profile you in our pages.” ries of increasingly lurid disclosures fol- sand words. This scaffolding was there
Yanagihara felt lucky to be running low, helping the pages fly by—the nov- to organize, but not dilute, the story’s
T, a publication that nobody interfered elist Michael Cunningham told me that corrosive emotions. She did not separate
with as long as it made money and gave the book has “all the satisfactions of pulp the subsections with white space, “to de-
advertisers fashion credits. She thought literature and all the satisfactions of prive readers of natural resting places.”
of her version as “a very well-photo- literature-literature”—but the narrative Upon publication, in 2015, the book
graphed kind of zine.” Part of what kept also risks growing intolerable. Yanagi- confounded some reviewers. One de-
her secure at the Times was her identity. hara told Kirkus that, when construct- nounced it as “torture porn,” and Janet
“Let me put it this way,” she said, care- ing Jude’s story, she had in mind “this Maslin, in the Times, called it “a potboiler,”
fully. “I think they’re pleased I’m a non- picture of a very light blue that shaded adding, “You are invited to press your
white woman.” She felt that, through T, to a very dark indigo.” nose to that glass and wait for Jude’s
she had found a wormhole to a front- At eight, Jude flees his foster home awful history to destroy him.” Yanagihara,
row seat in the fashion world, which with a seemingly sympathetic Brother, though, was convinced that she’d needed
ruthlessly excludes the undesirable. “I who quickly forces him into prostitu- to shout to make a point, given the “tech-
know I’m not attractive,” she said. “I nological age’s tendency to remove our-
would like to be. But we can’t all be.” selves from our own lives.” Some other
She paused. “Obviously, such things don’t writers and critics clearly agreed. “A Lit-
matter at the Times. No disrespect to tle Life” was nominated for both the
my colleagues!” Booker Prize and the National Book
Award, and since then it has become a
month before the publication of treasured text. In 2020, a Spanish blog-
A “The People in the Trees,” in 2013,
Yanagihara presented her editor with a
ger named Cintia Fernández Ruiz wrote
on her Web page, “When I think about
new manuscript, nearly a thousand pages Jude, I cry again. He goes beyond being
long. She had spent eighteen months fe- tion. (At one point, the Brother mon- a character and becomes a real person
verishly writing—every evening from strously insists that, when Jude is turning who I want to hug, and console.” To an
nine until midnight and through the tricks, he show “a little life.”) Eventually, almost dismaying degree, many readers
weekends. If the process of writing “The Jude escapes to a gas station, where he saw in Jude’s abject powerlessness a re-
People in the Trees” was trench warfare, is picked up by a sadistic psychiatrist, flection of their own lives. Another blog-
“A Little Life” was a blitzkrieg. Instead taken to a locked room, and raped re- ger, Scott Manley Hadley, posted more
of sculpting dexterous sentences, she peatedly. This section transfixed Yanagi- recently that the novel had “repeatedly
went for overwhelming emotional effect. hara to the point that she kept writing left me grasping my chest as I hyper-
She wanted it to be a little vulgar. “It was it while waiting for a flight at an airport ventilated through tears as I read and
the book that I’d probably been trying in Haneda, Japan. “I stayed up all night,” walked on my way to my dull job in this
all my life not to write,” she said. “It was she told me. “I couldn’t stop.” She ex- dull eternal half-world” of the pandemic,
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adding, “I cared more about Jude St. opera.” His imprimatur helped grant le- ismatic and funny, with a Wildean con-
Francis and Willem Ragnarsson over gitimacy to Yanagihara’s fiction, but the trarian sensibility. “In New York, it’s easy
the past couple of weeks than I cared review elicited a rebuttal from another to be friends with someone when times
about anyone or anything else.” Such gay writer, Daniel Mendelsohn. Whereas are bad,” she aphorized. “The harder
intense feelings have sometimes been Greenwell felt that the novel pushed thing is to be friends with them when
projected onto Yanagihara. Once, when against the bland “homonormativity” of times are good—when they’re on the
she was giving a reading in Europe, an modern gay life, Mendelsohn found it upswing. Because one of the lifebloods
onlooker grabbed her and pulled up her retrograde. Yanagihara, he said, had re- of the city is a low-key hum of profes-
sleeve, to check her wrists. “I just had suscitated “a pre-Stonewall plot type in sional jealousy.” She seemed to enjoy
to,” she said. When an interviewer asked which gay characters are desexed, mis- frustrating attempts to pierce her pri-
Yanagihara if she was abused, she de- erable, and eventually punished for find- vacy. At the same time, she said that she
clined to answer. (She explained to me, ing happiness.” Worse, she wrote poorly. hated it when people who gave inter-
“I don’t think that is material to any- One evening, I delicately brought up views described themselves as “private.”
thing—not the writing of ‘A Little Life,’ Mendelsohn’s essay. When Yanagihara She preferred “withholding,” “furtive,”
and not how people read it.”) flinched, I remembered she had told me “squirrelly.” She disdained the way con-
The novel also inspired a conversa- that she didn’t read reviews. “I don’t temporary public figures feigned not just
tion about the gay experience and how think much of Daniel Mendelsohn,” shyness but also politeness. Gore Vidal,
it was portrayed in American fiction. she said sharply, after a pause. “I hate she declared, was a kind of celebrity she
Yanagihara told me that she wasn’t even his writing.” She added, though, that admired: “selfish and unapologetic and
sure that Jude and Willem, the actor, she also didn’t think she was a reliable a creature of appetites.”
who become involved toward the end of interpreter of gay-male life: “I got this Yanagihara said that she’d once been
the book, would see themselves as gay, invitation, in maybe 2018, from the Ox- in therapy but found it useless: she had
but that hadn’t stopped the novelist Garth ford Union, asking if I wanted to de- come with a concrete question, not a
Greenwell from declaring, in The Atlan- bate against the idea that a non-gay per- request for an intrusive mental workup.
tic, that “A Little Life” was “an astonish- son should not be representing queer “I wanted advice,” she told me. “And
ing and ambitious chronicle of queer life life—but I happen to agree.” they mostly refused to give it.” A ro-
in America.” For Greenwell, the book’s As a conversationalist, Yanagihara was mantic friendship was in a difficult spot,
over-the-top storytelling connected it to poised and intimidating—she told me and she wanted “instructions for how
a quintessentially gay predilection for that “all deep and loving relationships to fall out of love.”
“melodrama, sentimental fiction, grand have an element of fear”—but also char- She is often willing to say things that
most people won’t. She told me that she
was unashamed to be ambitious: “I’m
pretty single-minded, and I stick in there
longer than everyone else.” She connected
this tenacity to her youthful humilia-
tions. “The more personal autonomy or
agency or identity—all of which are
linked—have been taken from you, the
harder you work to reassert it.”
Her colleagues at T confirmed her
self-assessment. Some adore her fast mind
and certainty. Pico Iyer, who has written
many articles for her, told me that she
seemed to know more about Japan—a
country that he has visited steadily for
more than three decades—than he did.
Ligaya Mishan, a culture writer who con-
tributes frequently to T, said that Yana-
gihara “always finds the deeper thought,”
adding, “You might think a piece is fin-
ished, and then she asks for more—‘more
thinking on the page’—and she’s right.”
Others had complaints. One person who
has worked with the magazine told me
that trying to persuade her that she was
wrong about something she wanted in
the magazine was as hopeless as rooting
for Jude in “A Little Life”—eventually,
“Remind me what I was talking about—I wasn’t listening.” Yanagihara ground you down. Some col-
leagues said that she is a reluctant dele- sensus as to the value of her work. As Yanagihara launched into a gay hom-
gator and unconcerned with morale. One she rarely went to literary parties and age to “Washington Square,” toying with
summarized Yanagihara’s ethic as “I don’t didn’t write book reviews, few owed her an alternative history of New York in
complain—you don’t complain.” a kindness or a generous appraisal. More- which same-sex marriage has been legal
The breakaway success of “A Little over, she did not tend to her readership since the eighteenth century. But she
Life,” which was published by Double- in the way that some popular authors do, had also begun two other stories. One
day, buttressed Yanagihara’s tendency to and it was possible that devotees of “A of them, set in the near-present, was
trust her instincts. Both Hohlt and her Little Life” would abandon her if she al- about a descendant of Hawaiian royalty
editor, Gerry Howard, on seeing the man- tered her subject and her style. One reader, who tries to re-create the kingdom; the
uscript, had urged her to cut back on the who had obtained an advance copy of other took place in a future New York
melodrama and the violence. Yanagihara the book, posted, in bold, on riven by disease. When Ya-
largely refused, convinced that Jude’s Goodreads, “My disappoint- nagihara told Hohlt that
story required excess. She also had an ment is immeasurable, and she was thinking of joining
unusual level of input during the pub- my day is ruined.” Others the narratives into a single
lishing process, rejecting Doubleday’s seemed more willing to give tale, he responded that
cover concepts and insisting instead on her the benefit of the doubt, he didn’t think there was
a photograph by Peter Hujar of a hand- while acknowledging that enough tissue binding them.
some man apparently in great pain. (In the novel wouldn’t hit the She proceeded to try to
fact, he is having an orgasm.) “Gerry and same target as “A Little Life.” solve the problem.
I had numerous fights about it,” she said, But Yanagihara isn’t a timid One way that she yoked
including a lunch “where we were really artist. “It never occurred to the stories together was by
yelling at each other.” Recalling the “bits me to write something peo- setting them in the same
of scrambled egg” that flew out of his ple want to read,” she told me, adding town house on Washington Square. The
mouth, she added, “I really enjoy fight- that there would be no pleasure in writ- stories also lined up chronologically in
ing with Gerry.” The cover has become ing the same book twice, just as there is a pleasing way: the first part, the same-
one of the best known of this era. none in putting out the same issue of a sex twist on James’s novel, takes place in
“The People in the Trees,” for which magazine. The point was to “try to push 1893. Book II is set in 1993, at the height
Yanagihara received a hundred-and- past what’s available in the format.” of the aids epidemic—a rich corporate
seventy-five-thousand-dollar advance, She began “To Paradise” in 2016, after lawyer is in residence, and his young boy-
had not sold exceptionally well, and for a discussion with Hohlt: What would friend is the son of a man who is de-
“A Little Life” she took only seventy-five Henry James’s “Washington Square” be scended from Hawaiian royalty. Book
thousand dollars. (Picador, her British like if it were retold as a story about same- III occurs in 2093, in a New York where
publisher, paid just seventy-five hun- sex marriage? How would the power dy- climate change has intensified pandem-
dred.) Nevertheless, she had been will- namics shift? The emotional weight? ics that have turned the city into a ver-
ing to walk away if she could not have James’s story, published as a serial in 1880, sion of the beaten-down eighties New
the book published her way. She didn’t is simple: A father, Dr. Sloper, and his York that so captivates Yanagihara. In
need Doubleday’s acceptance “for my fi- daughter battle over her independence. that story, the government has divided
nances or my sense of identity,” she said. When an unworthy suitor appears, he the town house into small apartments,
“I knew it was good enough that some- blocks the marriage; afterward, father and one of which is occupied by a young
one else would buy it.” daughter live together in a chilly stasis, woman who has been damaged, physi-
with the doctor despising his daughter’s cally and emotionally, by the medicines
anging in Yanagihara’s loft, over concession and the daughter refusing to she was given as a girl to survive an at-
H her childhood bed, is a painting by
Naoto Kawahara of a woman seen from
give her bullying father the satisfaction
of a firm renunciation of her lover.
tack of the virus. Government officials
and scientists try to contain the pan-
above, floating vacantly in a bath. The Yanagihara was drawn to the famil- demic by sending the ill to die in iso-
colors are liquid and languid, but there is ial psychopathology of “Washington lated camps. I asked Yanagihara if this
a tension to the work. The meaning of Square”: a father who both loves his scenario, with its powerful but heartless
the image is ambiguous, but one’s mind daughter and thinks that love gives him scientific establishment, was a dig at her
travels to the question of who is looking the right to control her; a daughter dam- father; she said that I was certainly en-
down at the subject in this unblinking aged by the very love that she cannot do titled to my speculation, but that she
way. Is it a lover or an assailant? without. “When you have been rejected didn’t see it that way.
I thought of the painting in the days by parents, you will never stop trying to Some readers may assume that Yana-
before the publication of Yanagihara’s please the parental figure,” Yanagihara gihara’s evocation of a pandemic was
third novel, “To Paradise.” She was in a said. The story’s style—more straight- written off the news, yet she says that
similarly exposed position. The hum of forward than other James works—also more than half the book was complete
professional jealousy surrounding her appealed to her. “You can say that Sloper when covid struck. Mostly, she told me,
was growing more audible: she had be- is a very coarsely drawn character, or you she tried to ignore the advent of the new
come a best-selling author without in- can say that he is one of James’s most coronavirus. Yanagihara is an enthusias-
tending to, and without a critical con- honest characters,” she said. tic open-water swimmer, and, to explain
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how she wrote a novel about a pandemic a single narrative. But she said, of her sual version of the jeu d’esprit that Yana-
in the midst of one, she invoked the sport: novel, “I’m O.K. with a little bit of con- gihara had played by making “Washing-
“One of the first things you learn is to fusion. I trust the reader is going to sur- ton Square” a gay romance. A museum
quiet your mind, because if you don’t render to the spell of the book.” official met us at the staff entrance and
every passing shadow could be some- Once again, nearly all the central re- took us up to the second floor. It was
thing—could be a beast or a submarine.” lationships are homosexual. Yanagiha- eerie to look at art without security
Although the arch symmetries of “To ra’s queer focus extends to T. Last spring, guards. But Yanagihara was in her ele-
Paradise” seem distant from the tem- in response to a cover of the magazine ment, as if the Frick were an extension
pests of “A Little Life,” the central pre- that featured an eroticized male model of her apartment. She stared at “Mu-
occupation is the same: how our need wearing lush eyeshadow, a fashion ex- seum Boys,” a painting by the Pakistani-
to be cared for leaves us perpetually vul- ecutive jokingly posted, as an Instagram born artist Salman Toor, which hung in
nerable to hurt. Yanagihara said that story, “The new OUT magazine looks an alcove next to a Vermeer, “Mistress
shame was the interlocking theme of fabulous in every single way.” I asked and Maid.” She’d featured Toor on a re-
“To Paradise.” In each section, charac- Yanagihara if there was a special signif- cent cover of T, and she said, “In his
ters are “ashamed about essentially being icance to this aspect of her creative out- work, there’s always a sense of menace,
unloved, about being unwanted, about put. She did not find the question mean- sexy but in an ambiguous way.” Yana-
being not special.” She quoted a pas- ingful. “I don’t think there’s anything gihara then looked at the Vermeer, de-
sage from the novel: “While loving inherent to the gay-male identity that lighted to discover the artist’s signature
someone is not shameful, it is shameful interests me,” she said. “If I were put- “inky ultramarine” in the maid’s skirt.
not to be loved at all.” She added that ting on my dime-store-psychologist hat, She observed that blue was a color that
unloved people tend to “feel deficient, I would say more that it’s easier, freer, “a lot of artists had claimed as their own,”
as if they had somehow failed to live up and safer to write about your own feel- including Derek Jarman and Yves Klein.
to what it means to be a human.” ings as an outsider when cloaked in the After seeing the show, we drifted over
As with “A Little Life,” parts of the identity of a different kind of outsider.” to the Frick’s permanent exhibition.
book have a perfervid tone: a blossom- Doubleday is giving “To Paradise,” When Yanagihara passed Rembrandt’s
ing friendship is upended when one of for which it paid more than a million “The Polish Rider,” she mentioned a
the friends plunges through a frozen dollars, the kind of marketing push that Frank O’Hara poem that referenced the
lake. Faithful dogs play a role in convey- it did not originally give to “A Little painting. We came to Van Dyck’s paint-
ing the dreadful news. Yanagihara strug- Life.” But, as Yanagihara put it in a re- ing of Sir John Suckling, which featured
gles with writing historical dialogue, not cent interview with the Sydney Morn- a Latin quotation that translates as “Do
seeming to care that her 1893 characters ing Herald, the reader “won’t find friends” not seek outside yourself.” Yanagihara
likely would not have used “supper” and in her new novel. The kinds of people said, of the motto, “That’s good!” At a
“dinner” interchangeably, as we do. (An who drew their own portraits of Jude, display of Asian ceramics intermixed
early negative critique, in Harper’s, notes from “A Little Life,” and shared them with Western copies, Yanagihara was
that in the Old New York section her online may not follow her into this more happy that she couldn’t tell which was
language “alternates between the anach- complex and iterative book. Yanagihara which. We entered a room of Frago-
ronistic . . . and the archaic.”) Yanagi- brushes such concerns aside. “I write nards. “Not my thing,” she said, add-
hara has a gift for creating sympathetic only to please myself,” she said. “Just like ing, “John Currin has done Fragonard
characters and putting them in conflict I put out T only for myself.” better than Fragonard.” She admit-
with one another, but the book’s key ted, though, to being excited by the
conceit feels blurry. What is the signif- n early December, Yanagihara arranged putti—“fucked-up babies,” she called
icance of the three stories all taking place
in the same Greenwich Village man-
I for the Frick Collection—currently
housed in the former Whitney Museum
them—sprinkled all over the canvases.
She paused, then said, “I like babies.
sion, with three butlers all named Adams? building on Madison Avenue—to open They smell so beautiful, and I like how
Yanagihara told me that it had no par- an hour early, so that she could see a show you can watch them learning how to use
ticular meaning—and she clearly took there in privacy. That morning, she wore their senses in real time. I just never
pleasure in constructing such illusory a Dries Van Noten sweater in gray—the wanted one of my own.”
patterns. But this may end up frustrat- only time I’d seen her out of black in Finally, we reached a famous Bellini
ing readers fond of books built along public. She said, “Two of the remaining painting, sometimes called “St. Francis
similar lines, like David Mitchell’s “Cloud privileges of being a print editor in New in Ecstasy.” The saint’s face bore an un-
Atlas” and Michael Cunningham’s “Spec- York City are getting into restaurants canny similarity to that of the orgas-
imen Days,” both of which more clearly when you want to and going to muse- mic man on the cover of “A Little Life.”
gain resonance from the way apparently ums and galleries before and after hours.” I stepped aside as she took a photo-
disjunct sections fit together, suggesting For the show, “Living Histories: graph. Standing alone before the Bel-
where the author thinks our world is Queer Views and Old Masters,” con- lini, she was rapt. Then the spell was
headed. Yanagihara’s loft décor works temporary paintings had been commis- broken: it was ten o’clock, and ticket
because the hundreds of disparate paint- sioned to hang in provocative juxta- holders had arrived. “The public!” Yan-
ings and photographs on its walls—the position with works from the Frick’s agihara cried, in mock alarm. And soon
vulgar and the elegant—combine into permanent collection. It was like a vi- she was gone.
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outbreaks via pressed-pork sand-
SHOUTS & MURMURS wiches. Cannot be spread through
fries. Relax.
tion it has received. What about the Fish sub-variant is of less concern. knowledge gained from a liberal-arts
lesser covids? The C.D.C. has partnered with ded- degree. The key word is “pertinent.”
There are ten Greek letters be- icated contact tracers at mcribloca- Rarest variant by far—practically
tween delta and omicron—and ten tor.com to ceaselessly flag the isolated inconceivable.
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cate, clucked at like morons, tickled
FAMILY LIFE when they are sad, passed around like
objects, and crammed into high chairs
MOTHER SUPERIOR
in positions their bodies aren’t ready
to form. After becoming accustomed
to this relentless, invasive attention, a
Janet Lansbury’s gospel of enlightened parenting. child starts believing that she requires
it. “She will, in time, become increas-
BY ARIEL LEVY ingly whiney and cling to adults,” Pikler
cautioned. The result is a kid as des-
perate for attention as her parents are
desperate for peace.
In 1946, the city of Budapest en-
listed Pikler to set up an orphanage
for children who’d lost their families
to the Second World War. Pikler soon
fired the nurses, who seemed unable
to relinquish their authoritarian focus
on efficiency, and replaced them with
young women from local villages, whom
she trained to treat infants with “cer-
emonious slowness.” Over time, Pikler
codified a philosophy, built around
showing babies the same respect that
adults reflexively grant one another.
Magda Gerber emigrated in 1957, set-
tling in California, where she spread
the message in the sunshine, with a
program soberly named Resources for
Infant Educarers, or RIE.
One breezy recent morning, Janet
Lansbury, a sixty-two-year-old proté-
gée of Gerber’s, was leading a class in
a back yard in Los Angeles. Seven
women and a few of their husbands
were sitting by a sandbox, trying not
to cave in to their toddlers’ whined de-
mands. “Out!” a pigtailed two-year-
old named Jasmine moaned. “Daddy,
out!” She was on the second rung of a
n the nineteen-thirties in Budapest, stunning feats of coöperation. “It made climbing structure she’d mounted mo-
I a young mother struggled. “I was
amazed at how difficult it was to be a
me feel that this was the answer to all
my questions and doubts,” Gerber
ments earlier.
Her mother and father looked on
parent. I was angry,” Magda Gerber wrote. She devoted the rest of her life in concern. “You can tell I’m a hov-
wrote later. “I thought I was the only to learning from Pikler and dissemi- erer,” the mom said, to general sympa-
one who didn’t know what to do with nating her ideas. thy. Many of the adults were struggling
babies and somehow in my education Pikler argued that babies, like seeds against the urge to parent like helicop-
someone had forgotten to tell me.” growing into plants, did not need any ters (circling their children, incessantly
Then, one day, she watched in aston- teaching to develop as nature intended; surveilling) or, worse, bulldozers (plow-
ishment as a pediatrician treated her they would learn to walk, speak, sleep, ing aside every obstacle before their
four-year-old daughter. The doctor, a self-soothe, and interact perfectly, if kids can encounter a moment’s diffi-
Viennese Jew named Emmi Pikler, did only we would get out of their way. culty). Lansbury and Gerber urge peo-
something unheard of: she listened to The problem, she wrote in “Peaceful ple instead to be a “stable base” that
her patient. Gerber was dazzled by Babies—Contented Mothers,” is that children leave and return to—an idea
Pikler’s insistence that her daughter “the child is seen as a toy or as a ‘doll,’ that many modern parents find in-
could speak for herself—that even the rather than a human being.” Babies are tensely difficult to apply.
youngest children could be enlisted in shushed when they try to communi- “My gut is to go to her,” Jasmine’s
father said apologetically. “It’s kind of
Lansbury has advice for parents fretting over how to raise their kids: do less. a weird spot.”
24 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022 ILLUSTRATION BY LINDA MERAD
“Usually, if they can get there, they recent book is “No Bad Kids.” Emmi ation, the reigning guru has been the
can get down from there,” Lansbury Pikler put things less soothingly: “If pediatrician William Sears, an advo-
told him. She knelt next to Jasmine an otherwise healthy infant is ‘bored,’ cate of “attachment parenting.” Moth-
and said, “You feel like you want your ‘bad-tempered,’ or ‘high-strung’ (as it ers who follow his advice will find
daddy to help? He’s right there. He’s is called) these tendencies always are themselves sleeping with their babies
listening to you.” (This is a key ele- the result of the behavior of the envi- in their beds, wearing them in a sling
ment of the RIE approach: you acknowl- ronment—or, to be more precise, of or a carrier as much as possible, and
edge everything your child wants, even mistakes in upbringing.” The good breast-feeding whenever they cry.
if you are doing none of it.) news is that there are no bad kids. The Such a mother, Sears writes, “will feel
“I’m curious to see what she does,” bad news is that there are plenty of complete only when she is with her
Jasmine’s father said, with what sounded bad parents. baby.” She has become a kangaroo.
more like anxiety. Or, perhaps, a caricature of a liberal:
Jasmine said, “Owie.” Then she ntil relatively recently, “parent” no need is too trivial to necessitate
clambered down.
Her mother looked relieved. “Jazzy,
U was a noun. Taking care of chil-
dren was something that you learned
her bosomy intervention.
This stands in contrast to the top-
can I get a kiss?” from your extended family. But, by the down, conservative style of parenting
“Uh, nope,” Jasmine replied, and second half of the twentieth century, that tells children to cry it out and
waddled off. as more Americans moved to cities pull themselves up by their bootstraps.
Lansbury is a Californian’s Califor- and had smaller families, fewer peo- Achievement is rewarded (“If you’re
nian. She has blond hair and blue eyes ple were absorbing these skills from good, you can have ice cream”), hier-
and was a model and actress in her kin. The famous opening of Benjamin archy is unquestioned (“Because I said
youth. She practices Transcendental Spock’s “Common Sense Book of Baby so”), and personal responsibility is
Meditation and jogs on the beach. She and Child Care” speaks to the insecu- enforced with the threat of conse-
wears a little necklace with a starfish rity that was taking hold of American quences (“I’ll give you something to
on it. But she isn’t wishy-washy with parents as early as 1946: “Trust your- cry about”). RIE might be compared
children. Strict boundaries, enforced self. You know more than you think to a kind of weirdly loving libertari-
with confidence, are what enable them you do.” Evidently, we still don’t trust anism: children are expected to solve
to relax, she counsels. It is our ambiv- ourselves quite enough: Spock’s book their own problems; parents are ex-
alence about rules that compels chil- has sold some fifty million copies and pected to affirm their kids’ feelings,
dren to “explore” them. Kids are fasci- spawned a multibillion-dollar indus- even the ugly ones. “As completely
nated by anything that unsettles their try of books, classes, podcasts, Web counterintuitive as this is for most of
overlords, so they will keep acting out sites, and social-media feeds, all teach- us, it works,” Lansbury writes. “How
as long as we keep getting upset. ing people how they ought to deal with can your child continue to fight when
“They’re asking a question with this their own offspring. you won’t stop agreeing with her?”
behavior,” Lansbury says. “ ‘Am I al- “The rise of parenting is a lot like Lansbury’s style is inclusive; her
lowed to do this? What about when what happened to food,” the develop- podcast’s tagline is “We can do this.”
you’re really tired?’ ” mental psychologist Alison Gopnik But, as much as we crave expert guid-
In the back yard, a mom told Lans- writes. People used to raise kids the ance, many of us still resent any inti-
bury that her two-year-old throws tan- way they made kugel or meatballs: in mation that what we’re doing with our
trums every time he’s told no, bonk- accordance with the traditions of their kids is wrong. “Janet is the Martha
ing his head against the floor. Lansbury culture, picking and choosing from the Stewart of the millennials—she’s ubiq-
looked at the tiny culprit. “Sometimes slight variations they observed among uitous, I can’t get away from her,” Tori
you go down on the ground because their cousins, grandmothers, aunts, and Barnes, a thirty-four-year-old mother
you don’t like it when someone says uncles. “What was once a matter of of three in a Denver suburb, told me.
no?” she asked. Turning to his mother, experience has become a matter of ex- “When I was in middle school, my
she suggested putting a blanket under pertise,” Gopnik continues. The trend, mom loved Martha—watched her on
his head, so he wouldn’t hurt himself. she argues, has been exacerbated by the Home Garden Network all the
“He’s got a right to object,” she con- Americans having children later in life: time, read all her books. Then one day
tinued. “It’s so healthy for them!” “Most middle-class parents spend years my mom slammed her book shut and
Lansbury has ascended as a parent- taking classes and pursuing careers be- said, ‘That’s it. Martha Stewart just
ing guru by delivering slightly startling fore they have children. It’s not sur- told me to go pick dandelions and
advice in a reassuring tone. “Try pre- prising, then, that going to school and make dandelion wine. I don’t have time
tending that everything you say to your working are today’s parents’ models for this shit.’” Barnes had her dandelion-
child, every decision you make, is ab- for taking care of children.” We have wine moment when she heard Lans-
solutely perfect, for one day,” she sug- goals to achieve. We study up. bury describe diaper changes as an op-
gests in an episode of her podcast, “Un- Parents with the inclination—and portunity to connect with her baby.
ruff led,” which has nearly a million the time—to contemplate their ap- RIE adherents believe that parents
listeners a month. “Trust your child” is proach to child rearing have some should deliver care with undivided at-
a frequent refrain. The title of her most stark decisions to make. For a gener- tention, so that diapering, nursing, and
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bathing become times of relationship- Lansbury’s beauty had been the ba- recalled. “He was weirdly paternal.”
building. Lansbury suggests perform- sis of her income. She graduated from (Nicholson she described as a “cruder
ing diaper changes with exquisite slow- high school at sixteen, and then at- person.”) “Then I had this English
ness, describing every action, and tended U.C.L.A. for a year before mov- boyfriend, Bruce Robinson,” she went
seeking the child’s participation by ing to Manhattan to pursue model- on. “When he lived with me, he was
asking questions like “Will you lift ling. “I’d just turned eighteen, and it writing ‘The Killing Fields,’ which he
your legs now, so I can wipe you?” was fall in New York, and it was amaz- got nominated for. He was thirteen
“It’s, like, There’s poop,” Barnes said. ing,” she said. “I happened to be there years older than me—a total alcoholic,
“Get in and get out! This is not the time for Studio 54. I was there in the mid- which he was very proud of. He used
for a loving, connecting opportunity— dle of it, living at Eileen Ford’s house.” to say, for him it was ‘red wine before
do this disgusting task and move on.” Ford, the infamous modelling agent—“a the toothpaste.’ ”
Barnes has not shut the book on scary, scary person,” Lansbury said— Lansbury started using cocaine reg-
Lansbury, however. “I keep going back,” had only moderate success on her be- ularly, then excessively. “I’d see people
she continued. “But I often read the half. For a time, Lansbury was the in the morning when I wasn’t even
transcript of her podcast instead of lis- Herbal Essences spokesmodel. But ul- asleep yet, and it would be like they
tening to it, because her voice makes timately her appearance was too whole- were on a different planet,” she said.
me homicidal. I feel like there’s this some for that moment. “I didn’t have Her social circle became more unsa-
bar that nobody could ever possibly the lips and the look,” she told me. “I vory. “I had a machine gun in the back
reach except for Janet, because she’s was always smiling on a trampoline.” of my car once, when I was with a dealer
just so perfect.” She returned to Los Angeles, where who was going to trade it for drugs.”
she was cast on a TV series as Nancy She fell behind on mortgage payments,
fter Lansbury got out of rehab, Drew. (She is not the only television and finally she lost her house.
A in 1984, she felt good. She was
proud of her sobriety; she was able to
sleuth in her family: Angela Lansbury
is her husband’s aunt.) The show didn’t
Lansbury entered rehab at twenty-
five. After she got out, she moved in
sleep now that she was away from co- last, but Universal hired her as a con- with her parents and managed to stay
caine. But it didn’t last. “You start to tract player to do guest spots. By the clean. But she couldn’t stop thinking
get the feelings,” she recalled. “Just time she was nineteen, Lansbury had about suicide. What kept her alive was
feeling like such a loser—like this made enough money to buy a house. her reluctance to hurt her parents, and
lucky person who had everything, and She had flings with Warren Beatty the thought that, someday, she wanted
still managed to blow it. My mom, I and Jack Nicholson, who were then to be a mother.
remember her saying to me, ‘Well, in their forties. “It was funny, because
you know, you lost your looks’—which Warren said, ‘I really don’t think you his must be a special day, be-
I did. I looked like shit at the end.” should be doing drugs,’ ” Lansbury
“ T cause I put on a pair of pants,”
Mike Lansbury, Janet’s husband of
thirty-one years, said as he began pre-
paring an elaborate dinner at their
house in Point Dume, on the Malibu
coast. A surfer, he usually wears shorts
or the wetsuit that was hanging to dry
on a eucalyptus tree in the back yard.
“Mike cooks—he does all the garden-
ing and the bills and the stuff I don’t
want to do,” Lansbury said, rubbing
his shoulder. “So it’s turned out good.”
When the Lansburys met, Mike
was working in television. ( Janet later
appeared in a series that he oversaw,
“Swamp Thing.”) Since 2017, he has
worked full time to support his wife’s
career; he helped her self-publish her
first two books, and he records her
podcast, sitting on an exercise ball in
a room off the kitchen. “I was tired
of the grind,” he said. “And I realized
Janet could accomplish so much more
than I ever could. So I’ve just done
everything I can to keep her at her
computer, to keep her being Janet
“Don’t mind us—we just love looking at apartments we can’t afford.” Lansbury.”
The busiest time in Mike’s TV ca- ander, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Hank
reer came when he worked as an ex- Azaria, who compared RIE to the Holy
ecutive at Universal—right when the Grail. “The people who were into it
Lansburys had Charlotte, the first of were really fucking into it,” the novel-
their three children. After the birth, ist and television writer Maria Semple—
Janet complained of hemorrhaging who still thinks of her seventeen-year-
and dysphoria, but doctors assured old as a “RIE baby”—recalled. “The RIE
her that both her bleeding and her parents were this strange tranche of
blues were normal. Eleven weeks later, people who were true believers. You
they discovered that a piece of the don’t sleep with your kid. You don’t
placenta had remained in constantly praise your kid.
her body and needed to be Tummy time is basically
surgically removed. Even child abuse.”
after recovering, Lansbury Unlike Spock, RIE tells
found motherhood har- parents that they know less
rowing: “I just thought, than they think they do.
I’ve looked forward to this Most people share some
experience my whole life, basic assumptions about
and here I had it and I was child rearing. Babies eat
a total failure.” in high chairs. “Good job!”
Lansbury tried to keep is a nice thing to say when
her baby stimulated. “I’d your kid achieves a little
been putting her in a seat and enter- something. If your infant starts to sob,
taining her, trying to keep her busy all redirect his attention. (Heidi Murkoff ’s
the time,” she said. But Charlotte never “What to Expect the First Year,” which
seemed content. Mike was working has sold more than ten million cop-
constantly, and Lansbury felt isolated ies, assures parents, “With distraction,
with this tiny, needy, mute stranger. everyone wins.”)
She started having panic attacks. “I None of this flies in RIE. Reflexive
could see why people abused babies,” praise is discouraged, because it im-
she said. “I didn’t do it, but I could feel pedes “inner-directed” decision-mak-
how that was possible.” ing. Swaddling is out, because freedom
Lansbury happened to read a quote of movement encourages gross-motor
from Gerber: “She said, Take the mo- development. Pacifiers are proscribed.
bile off their bed, take care of their “Magda would always say, ‘Babies have
needs, and leave them alone.” Lans- a right to cry,’ ” Lansbury told me. High
bury was intrigued. She brought her chairs are frowned upon: instead, feed
daughter to a RIE class in Santa Mon- your kid at a little table as he sits on
ica, taught by a woman named Hari the floor or a stool. That way, it be-
Grebler, who told her to put the baby comes obvious when he’s hungry (he
down on her back and observe. “Char- crawls over to the table) and when he’s
lotte was perfectly fine for two hours,” full (he crawls away, or starts playing
Lansbury recalled. “She was awake, with his food). There are YouTube vid-
sucked her thumb a little, kind of look- eos of toddlers at RIE class, waiting
ing out the window. It was fascinating around tables for snack with the aplomb
to see her, because I don’t think I’d un- of tiny diplomats.
derstood there was anything to see.” In 2009, at the suggestion of an-
After Lansbury finished Grebler’s class, other parent, Lansbury started a blog
she began training with Magda Ger- explaining RIE techniques and ideas.
ber, who was then in her eighties. (She By then, she had a son and a second
died in 2007.) “I just thought, I want daughter. Between school drop-off and
to soak up everything from Magda,” pickup, she would sit at the Interna-
Lansbury said. “She was kind of like a tional House of Pancakes in West Hol-
movie star to me—larger than life.” lywood, order a spinach-and-Swiss
The intensity of Lansbury’s devo- omelette, and write. “I wanted to work
tion was not unusual in Los Angeles. at it twenty-four hours a day,” Lans-
A 2013 book called “Baby Knows Best,” bury told me. “I was fifty when I started
by “RIE Associate” Deborah Carlisle the blog, so that’s when my career kind
Solomon, was blurbed by Jason Alex- of started—the one that feels like I
earned this. Not like acting or model- reer. “They have to want to have sex “It’s devastating for them—their whole
ling ever felt.” with you.” world has just collapsed,” she said.
When Lansbury began, many of her I witnessed a momentary tantrum Her mother, facing the same situ-
fellow “mommy bloggers” promoted one afternoon, when traffic was bad ation, was unable to handle Pati’s angst.
attachment parenting, and she some- and Lansbury, stuck behind an indeci- “Any sign we were going to push back
times got into arguments in the com- sive driver at a stop sign, burst out, on anything or be disagreeable, it was
ments sections of their Web sites. “I “Turn, you stupid twat!” Almost imme- like she couldn’t take it anymore,”
was just trying to understand, Is this diately, she dissolved into laughter, as Lansbury said. “She would just be gone
really the way you think?” she said. labile as the toddlers she works with. from you—disappear.” Pati grew up
“That a baby would always need to be “There’s something I really get about to be a “troubled, unstable person,”
on your chest following you around all them,” she told me. “I think I have my Lansbury told me. She left home at
day? They can’t even say, ‘Stop, I was own personal arrested-development fifteen, changed her name, and was
looking at that giraffe in the zoo and reasons—I realized that’s something still estranged from the family when
you kept moving!’” She hoped to give that I had to offer.” she died, several years ago.
people a fresh perspective. “It was not Lansbury’s father was more demon-
well received,” she said. n the way to teach an infant class strative than her mother was. “He
But the readers of Lansbury’s blog
sent her so many questions that even-
O at a public park in the Valley, Lans-
bury passed the house where she and
would pick us up from school and yell,
‘I love you, baby!’ ” she recalled. “He
tually she launched a podcast, “Unruf- her three siblings grew up: white sid- drove with Olde English 800 malt li-
fled,” to address them. On it, she frames ing, black shutters, just big enough for quor between his legs. He was always
RIE as a set of aspirations, not as un- a family of six. “We rode our bikes ev- sipping away. Probably started soon
breakable dogma. “Pacif iers, high erywhere,” she said. “We just had ad- after breakfast.” He took his own life
chairs—they’re just details,” she told ventures all day that my parents didn’t in 1994, while Lansbury was training
me. She has a gift for making com- want to know about.” with Gerber. “As suicide goes, it was
prehensible every deranged, nightmar- Her mother was popular in the com- an understandable one,” she said. “He
ish thing that listeners write in about: munity. “She was a housewife, she loved was eighty-six, he was in a walker, he
a toddler who starts off each morning to sew, she loved to garden, president had to sleep sitting up because of his
shrieking uncontrollably; a kid who of the PTA, very social,” Lansbury said. prostate.” He was scheduled to have
throws a tantrum whenever his mom Her father was sixteen years older, back surgery the day he died. “He was
goes to the bathroom; a white four- a native Angeleno who worked at a in a separate room from my mom, and
year-old who keeps appalling his fa- bank, and then in office equipment. then she realized that she had heard
ther by saying he is “afraid of Black “He would bring home these reams of something, because he did this,” Lans-
people.” (Lansbury explains that the paper,” Lansbury said. “My older sis- bury said, pointing a finger gun at her
child is investigating his father’s dis- ter Pati made a newspaper for the head. “I’ve been there. When I was
comfort, rather than just being a rac- neighborhood, and I was the model for having my suicidal depression, I was
ist little shit.) the fake ads that we had in it—‘the in that same room, thinking, I’m going
Lansbury quotes Magda Gerber Mod Model J.J.’ I was very vain.” to shoot myself in the head.”
reverently in practically every episode. Pati was an angry child who, Lans- Lansbury said that she was a shy
But, where Gerber was focussed on bury believes, never recovered from child—“the fragile china doll who
infant “educaring,” Lansbury responds being displaced in her parents’ affec- everyone wanted to protect.” But, the
to questions about older children, too. moment she expressed dissent, her
“There’s something that really gels for mother’s protectiveness ceased. “She
me with toddlers,” she told me. Lans- kind of iced me—her whole face to-
bury is quick to laugh and to cry. In wards me would change,” Lansbury
the five days we spent together, I saw said. “I lost trust that my instincts were
her tear up a dozen times—remem- O.K., that my feelings were O.K., that
bering the death of a dog, empathiz- I wasn’t a bad person.”
ing with parents in a class, talking Her entire parenting practice is an
about her grown kids. She craves rou- attempt to equip children to handle
tine. Each morning, after meditating their emotions in a way she never
for precisely twenty minutes, she makes tions by her younger siblings. These learned to. “When the kids were lit-
an elaborate smoothie of vitamin pow- days, Lansbury estimates, eighty-five tle, I was on the phone with my mother
ders and frozen berries and soy milk; per cent of the questions she gets are and I told her, ‘I did hot lunch today
then she pours in little spurts of green from parents whose children are act- in the school,’ and my mother was,
tea until it’s the consistency she re- ing out in response to the arrival of a like, ‘You?’ Because I don’t know how
quires. She has a childlike guileless- new baby. Lansbury urges parents to to do anything in the kitchen. I said,
ness. “Being sexy is a big deal if you empathize with the older children’s ‘Come on, I know how to cook for
want to get acting work,” she told me feelings, while resisting the fear that my kids.’ And my mother hung up the
earnestly as we discussed her first ca- they’ve suddenly become possessed. phone. I couldn’t breathe for that whole
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week. All I wanted was for her to tell
me it was O.K. The whole time, I was,
like, I’ve felt this before. I believe it
was when I was a toddler.”
To Lansbury, RIE presented a re-
lease from this kind of muffling: all
pain is acknowledged, all the time. “My
tendency would be to avoid, just don’t
bring it up. But what this approach
says is bring it all up,” she said, with
tears rimming her eyes. “That whole
thing Magda was teaching us is, Con-
flict is O.K. Kids are O.K. with it. They
learn from it! Man, if I would’ve had
that?” She shook her head.
I asked Lansbury if she had any
regrets about her own parenting. After
a very long pause, she said no. “It’s
not like I think I’m perfect, but I’m
proud of how I am as a parent, and
it’s a good feeling to have,” she said.
“Magda gave me something to feel
really confident about. My whole goal
is, I want people to believe in them-
selves that much.”
n mid-September, 2017, the Thai lounge area near the gallery, and he to create stories that—like life—often
BOOKS
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS
The anguished origins of Stanisław Lem’s science fiction.
BY CALEB CRAIN
n “His Master’s Voice,” a 1968 sci-fi so rudimentary as to focus on the wea- face an alien intelligence so unlike our
occurred to the Nazi: “Although he spoke Master’s Voice”—Lem suggested that bara, about being struck for failing to
to us, you see, we were not people.” life in the future, however remote the take off his cap in the presence of a Ger-
Maybe the senders of the neutrino mes- setting and however different the tech- man, something only people identified
sage, Rappaport suggests, are similarly nology, will be no less tragic. Astro- as Jews were required to do.
oblivious to human considerations. nauts disembark from a spaceship into Privately, Lem told people that he
Maybe they can’t conceive of a life-form the aftermath of an atrocity; scientists had witnessed the executions described
54 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022
Lem, who grew up Jewish in Lwów, was eighteen when the Second World War began. Almost all his relatives died.
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by his fictional character. “Dr. Rappa- Soviet occupation, Lem was cagey, that the Germans were taking photo-
port’s adventure is my adventure, from talking only about how poor the So- graphs; Himka’s essay includes a shot
Lwów 1941, after the German army en- viets’ candy was, and how excellent their he unearthed of a disorderly pile of ca-
tered—I was to be shot,” he wrote to circus performers. His bourgeois back- davers in a prison courtyard, and a Ger-
his American translator Michael Kan- ground disqualified him from engi- man film in the collection of the United
del. When Orliński asked Lem’s widow neering school, but his father managed States Holocaust Memorial Museum
which elements in the scene were drawn to get him a place at the university in shows Jewish women brushing cadav-
from life, she replied, “All of them.” Lwów, to study medicine. This was ers with cloths and branches. Gajew-
probably not the career he would have ska and Orliński suspect that Lem, in
hen Lem was a child, Lwów— chosen. He was already writing son- “His Master’s Voice,” misdated Rappa-
W now named Lviv and part of
Ukraine—was Poland’s third-largest
nets and trying to read Proust.
In June, 1941, Germany turned on
port’s memory to 1942 deliberately, be-
cause it would have been risky, under
city, and home to some hundred thou- the Soviet Union, and the Nazis mounted Poland’s Communist regime, to refer
sand Jews, who comprised about a third a surprise attack on Lwów. As German even indirectly to the N.K.V.D.’s cul-
of its population. In “Highcastle,” Lem troops closed in, the N.K.V.D. deported pability in Lwów.
describes himself as a “monster” who about a thousand prisoners and then, in “Is there nothing but graves on this
tore apart his toys. He recalls sneaking a panic, executed thousands more. The planet?” an astronaut asks, in Lem’s 1959
looks at his father’s anatomy textbooks Lems’ boarder, in his haste to depart, novel, “Eden,” as he and his crewmates
and poking through items removed from left behind pages of handwritten po- explore a world where one kind of life-
patients’ tracheae: coins, safety pins, etry. In the city’s prisons, his comrades form persecutes another, which it deems
sprouted beans. He loved to create imag- left behind decomposing corpses. inferior. Orliński hears an echo of Lem’s
inary bureaucracies, manufacturing iden- The Nazis, who harped on the no- Holocaust experience, and it’s hard not
tity papers for nonexistent sovereigns tion that Jews were Communist collab- to think of photographs like the one
and deeds to distant empires. Lem had orators, saw a propaganda opportunity. Himka reprinted, when, for instance, a
a large extended family, and in his mem- They blamed the Soviet killings on doctor among the explorers finds a ditch
oir he recounts borrowing encyclope- Lwów’s Jews and recruited, encouraged, full of alien bodies:
dia volumes from one uncle, to pore and supervised a militia of Ukrainian
The waxy heap along the edge of the ditch
over woodcuts of locomotives and ele- nationalists who carried out a three-day at first appeared to be a homogeneous mass.
phants, and accepting five-zloty pieces pogrom. Jews were forced to crawl on The men could barely breathe, the stench was
from another, to fund a different hobby— their hands and knees and to clean the so bad. Then they began to distinguish sepa-
constructing motors, electromagnetic streets, in at least one case with a tooth- rate figures. Some creatures lay with their
coils, and transformers. Although Lem brush. Militiamen gave Jews orders humps upward, others on their side; frail tor-
sos with small upturned faces were wedged in
doesn’t say so in the memoir, the uncles to praise Stalin. Jewish women were between huge muscles, and massive trunks lay
were killed by the Nazis. stripped, chased, and sexually abused. intermingled with tiny hands, knotty fingers,
Lem turned eighteen in September, Local children as young as six pulled that dangled limply. The swollen bodies were
1939, the month that Germany invaded Jewish women’s hair and Jewish men’s covered with damp yellow patches. The Doc-
Poland, setting off the Second World beards. In the most gruesome and vio- tor gripped the men on either side of him so
tightly that they would have cried out, had
War. He had a brand-new driver’s li- lent phase, militiamen took Jews off the they been aware of him.
cense and was planning to attend engi- streets and out of their homes, order-
neering school, but, within days, Lwów ing the men—including Lem, Gajew- Lem’s hardboiled tone keeps the
was beset by both German and Soviet ska reports—to retrieve the corpses that reader’s attention on moment-by-mo-
troops. Because Hitler and Stalin had the Russians had left rotting in prison ment details. But the details come with
just signed a non-aggression pact, with basements, and the women to clean the no context. The astronauts know al-
secret provisions divvying up Eastern decayed remains. The men were beaten most nothing about the planet they’ve
Europe, a German bombardment of the while they worked, and many were killed, landed on. They can’t even tell whether
city was followed by a Soviet occupa- including a cousin of Lem’s. the bodies they’re looking at are those
tion. The Soviets deported and later se- By a conservative estimate, several of intelligent life-forms or of domes-
cretly executed many of Lwów’s defend- hundred Jews died during the pogrom. ticated livestock. When they get back
ers, and, in the following months, the In the month that followed, killings to their ship, they try to explain the
N.K.V.D., the Soviet secret police, ar- across the city raised that tally to be- sight away, reasoning that maybe these
rested thousands of the city’s élite, mostly tween three thousand and seven thou- creatures are manufactured rather than
ethnic Poles. Historians estimate that sand. A 2011 essay by the historian John- born, and the ditch is just a discard pile
while the Soviets were occupying east- Paul Himka corroborates some details of defective samples.
ern Poland they deported a million and of what Rappaport says in “His Mas- It’s easy for a reader to be misdi-
a half residents. An N.K.V.D. officer was ter’s Voice.” Himka reports that a sur- rected by such doubts. When I came to
boarded in the Lem family home, and vivor remembered being forty-eighth a scene in which the astronauts find an
whenever the Lems noticed him hard in a line of men waiting to be shot, only enormous automated factory that de-
at work they warned friends to hide. for the killing to be halted at forty-seven. stroys its own products, I was sure it
Later, when asked about life under Another survivor, in a memoir, recounts was an allegory of capitalism. In a chap-
56 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022
ter featuring a hall of glass cells con- renouncing it as a misguided attempt the Dead,” Lem lightly fictionalized
taining skeletons that are all slightly to curry favor with Stalinist authorities. the company, retaining the surname of
different, as if a result of bioengineer- His wife once begged a researcher not its owner, Wiktor Kremin:
ing, I thought I saw a literalization of to ask her husband about his war expe-
Stalin’s praise of writers as “engineers riences, saying, “Staszek isn’t able to The company employed Jews almost exclu-
sively. The vast majority consisted of poor peo-
of human souls.” But a connection to sleep afterward.” ple who collected refuse from dumps, and the
the Holocaust? I missed it. (The Marx- But Gajewska and Orliński, who smaller portion—the local Jewish elite, former
ist critic Fredric Jameson didn’t. “It is exchanged drafts before their books retailers, industrialists, lawyers, and city coun-
as though alien anthropologists, on their were published, have been able to re- cillors. According to their work permits, they
first visit to earth, landed in Auschwitz, construct a little. Early on, the Lems were ragpickers and received a salary in pen-
nies. In reality, however, they paid Kremin to
and attempted to construct a rational seem to have moved in with the uncle protect them, and paid so generously that most
model of human society on the basis of from whom Stanisław borrowed ency- income into the manager’s pockets flowed from
what they found there,” he wrote.) In clopedias. In the fall of 1941, Lem’s par- this source.
my defense, though, a sense of not fully ents may have obeyed a Nazi order to
understanding what one is seeing seems move to the ghetto, but, if so, they must In the novel, Jewish women employed
to be one of the book’s subjects—an as- have left before the ghetto was sealed, by the firm unstitch garments left be-
pect of traumatic witnessing that Lem in December. The story goes that the hind after recent transports, handing
was trying to convey. The novel’s char- wife of one of Lem’s father’s colleagues over valuables they find hidden in the
acters often feel that meaning is just got them to safety. Before the war, the linings. The scene reminds Gajewska
beyond their reach. Visiting the new woman and her husband had gone on of one in “The Invincible,” in which the
world is “like reading a text where the Sunday excursions with the Lems; after astronauts emptying out their dead col-
sentences are out of order,” one says. the war, the two families were to share leagues’ spaceship feel no stigma in han-
When an engineer shines a spotlight a small apartment in Kraków. The exact dling their possessions, perhaps because
on a wall and sees carvings he can’t quite address where Lem’s parents hid is un- they suspect they’ll soon share their fate.
interpret, Lem writes that “sometimes known—Lem apparently named at Lem worked in the company’s ga-
he thought he saw something familiar, least three different streets—and Ga- rage as an auto mechanic and an elec-
but the sense of it escaped him.” jewska believes that the Lems paid their trician, a placement probably bought
Gajewska hears the same kind of protectors and prevaricated in order to by his parents. But the immunity con-
echo—tactile, defamiliarized, baffling— spare them embarrassment. ferred by the position didn’t last. In No-
in “The Invincible.” A group of astro- Two ploys saved Stanisław. First, he vember, 1942, even Jews with Nazi-
nauts land on a planet, tasked with re- was given a job at a waste-sorting com- approved work permits began being
covering the bodies of colleagues from pany on which the Nazis depended for transported. By the end of the year,
a spaceship that preceded theirs. After glass, scrap metal, and other raw ma- waste-sorting operations were trans-
the astronauts have laid out the dead terials. For a while, a company I.D. ferred to Janowska, a work camp that
in rows, they struggle to understand would protect the holder from being later became a death camp. Lem may
what happened. One suggests that they picked up by the Gestapo. In “Among have stayed in his job even after the
say aloud everything they saw during
the exhumation, especially if it’s “some-
thing you may not have shared with
anyone. That you told yourself needs
to be forgotten.”
CHARACTER ARC
displayed his prowess as a calligrapher,
establishing himself as the bearer of
Chinese civilization.
How the Chinese language got modernized. Leys was right about the continu-
ity of the Chinese written word. But
BY IAN BURUMA zealots, intent on erasing old incarna-
tions of Chinese civilization in order
to make way for new ones, have often
targeted the written language, too. One
of Mao’s models was the first Qin em-
peror (259-210 B.C.), a much reviled
despot who ordered the construction
of the Great Wall and was perhaps the
first major book burner in history. He
wanted to destroy all the Confucian
classics, and supposedly buried Con-
fucian scholars alive. Mao’s only criti-
cism of his hated predecessor was that
he had not been radical enough. It was
under the Qin emperor that the Chi-
nese script was standardized.
But, if the endurance of written Chi-
nese is a civilizational achievement, it
has not always been seen as an asset.
In the late nineteenth and early twen-
tieth centuries, many Chinese worried
that the complexity of the language’s
written characters would put China at
a hopeless disadvantage in a world
dominated by the Roman alphabet.
How the Chinese language and its
writing system have weathered the
modern waves of iconoclasm and been
renewed since the turn of the past cen-
tury is the subject of Tsu’s book.
Chinese certainly presents unique
difficulties. To be literate in the lan-
he late, great sinologist Simon lieved it was the written word, the guage, a person must be able to read
T Leys once pointed out a peculiar
paradox. China is the world’s oldest
richness of a language employing char-
acters, partly ideographic, that have
and write at least three thousand char-
acters. To enjoy a serious book, a reader
surviving civilization, and yet very lit- hardly changed over two thousand must know several thousand more.
tle material of its past remains—far years. As Jing Tsu, a scholar of Chi- Learning to write is a feat of mem-
less than in Europe or India. Through nese at Yale, observes in “Kingdom ory and graphic skill: a Chinese char-
the centuries, waves of revolutionary of Characters: The Language Rev- acter is composed of strokes, to be
iconoclasts have tried to smash every- olution That Made China Modern” made in a particular sequence, follow-
thing old; the Red Guards, in the nine- (Riverhead), China had long equated ing the movements of a brush, and
teen-sixties, were following an ancient writing “with authority, a symbol of quite a few characters involve eigh-
tradition. The Chinese seldom built reverence for the past and a talisman teen or more strokes.
anything for eternity, anyway, nothing of legitimacy.” This is why mastery of Tsu begins her story in the late nine-
like the cathedrals of Europe. And classical Chinese used to be so im- teenth century, when China was deep
what survived from the past was often portant. To become an official in im- in crisis. After bloody uprisings, hu-
treated with neglect. perial China, one had to compose pre- miliating defeats in the Opium Wars,
So what accounts for the longev- cise scholarly essays on Confucian and forced concessions—predatory
ity of Chinese civilization? Leys be- philosophy, an arduous task that very foreign powers were grabbing what
spoils they could from a poor, ex-
Innovators sought to make Chinese compatible with the new ways of a new era. hausted, divided continent—the last
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phabet. These range from a system in-
vented by two nineteenth-century Brit-
ish diplomats, Thomas Wade and
Herbert Giles, to the “Pinyin” system,
developed by linguists in the People’s
Republic of China, which is different
again from various forms of Roman-
ization used in Taiwan.
Difficulties confront all such sys-
tems. The time-honored character-
based writing system can readily
accommodate different modes of
pronunciation, even mutually unintel-
ligible dialects. Chinese has a great
many homonyms, which translitera-
tions are bound to conflate. And Chi-
nese, unlike Korean or Japanese, is a
tonal language; some way of convey-
ing tones is necessary. (Wade-Giles
uses superscript numerals; a system
developed by the linguist and inven-
tor Lin Yutang uses spelling conven-
tions; Pinyin uses diacritical marks.)
The different efforts at Romanization,
accordingly, yield very different results.
• • The word for strength, say, is ch’iang2
in Wade-Giles, chyang in Lin’s script,
and qiáng in Pinyin.
imperial dynasty was falling apart. Chi- long, classical Chinese was supplanted Characters never were abolished in
nese intellectuals, influenced by then by a more vernacular prose in official the Chinese-speaking world, but seri-
fashionable social-Darwinist ideas, discourse, books, and newspapers. In ous problems remained. How to make
saw China’s crisis in existential terms. fact, a more vernacular form of writ- a typewriter that could accommodate
Could the Chinese language, with its ten Chinese, called baihua, had al- all these characters? How to create a
difficult writing system, survive? Would ready been introduced, during the telegraph system? Tsu details how solu-
Chinese civilization itself survive? The Ming dynasty (1368-1644). So there tions were found to such technical dif-
two questions were, of course, inextri- was a precedent for making written ficulties—encoding Chinese charac-
cably linked. Chinese more accessible. ters in a telegraph system geared to
In this cultural panic, many intel- More radical modernizers hoped to the alphabet, for example—and to po-
lectuals were ashamed of the poverty do away with characters altogether and litical ones as well. Which characters
and the illiteracy of the rural popu- replace them with a phonetic script, or Romanized transliterations should
lation, and of the weakness of a dec- either in Roman letters or in a char- prevail? The ones adopted by the Peo-
adent and hidebound imperial élite. acter-derived adaptation, as had been ple’s Republic of China or by Hong
They hoped for a complete overhaul the practice for many centuries in Jap- Kong or Taiwan?
of Chinese tradition. Qing-dynasty anese and Korean. A linguist, Qian Amid the ferment of the early
rule was brought to an end in 1911, Xuantong, famously argued that Con- twentieth century, reformers faced a
but reformers sought to cleanse im- fucian thought could be abolished only broader question, too: once Chinese
perial culture itself. The authority of if Chinese characters were eradicated. traditions were overthrown, what cul-
a tradition based on various schools “And if we wish to get rid of the av- tural norms should succeed them?
of Confucian philosophy had to be erage person’s childish, naive, and bar- Most of the people whom Tsu writes
smashed before China could rise in baric ways of thinking,” he went on, about looked to the United States.
the modern world. The classical style “the need to abolish characters be- Many of them studied at American
of the language, elliptical and com- comes even greater.” Lu Xun, the most universities in the nineteen-tens, sub-
plex, was practiced by only a small admired Chinese essayist and short- sidized by money that the United
number of highly educated people, story writer of the twentieth century, States received from China as an in-
for whom it functioned rather like offered a blunter prognosis in 1936: “If demnity after the anti-Western Boxer
Latin in the Catholic Church, as a the Chinese script is not abolished, Rebellion was defeated. Zhou Houkun,
pathway to high office. Reformers saw China will certainly perish!” who invented a Chinese typewriting
it as an impediment both to mass lit- Many attempts have been made to machine, studied at M.I.T. Hu Shi, a
eracy and to political progress. Before transliterate Chinese in the Latin al- scholar and a diplomat who helped
62 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022
elevate the vernacular into the na- so-called New Culture movement, new characters, made with many fewer
tional language, went to Cornell. Lin ranging from the John Dewey-inspired strokes, were “true to the egalitarian
Yutang, who devised a Chinese type- pragmatism of Hu Shi to early con- principles of socialism,” Tsu says. The
writer, studied at Harvard. Wang Jing- verts to socialism. Where New Cul- Communist cadres rejoiced in the fact
chun, who smoothed the way for Chi- ture protesters could agree, as Tsu that “the people’s voices were finally
nese telegraphy, said, with more ardor notes, was on the critical importance being heard.” Among the beneficiaries
than accuracy, “Our government is of mass literacy. were “China’s workers and peasants.”
American; our constitution is Amer- Downgrading classical Chinese and After all, “Mao said that the masses
ican; many of us feel like Americans.” promoting colloquial writing was a were the true heroes and their opin-
This focus on the U.S. might please step in that direction, even if abolish- ions must be trusted.”
American readers. But, in the last years ing characters in Chinese remained Tsu rightly credits the Communist
of the Qing dynasty and during the too radical for many to contemplate. government with raising the literacy
early Republican period, Japan was a Still, as Tsu says, some Nationalists, level in China, which, she tells us,
far more influential model of modern who ruled China until 1949, were in reached ninety-seven per cent in 2018.
reform. Oddly, Tsu barely mentions favor of at least simplifying the char- But we should take with a grain of
this in her book. Japan—whose mil- acters, as were the Communists. Na- salt the claim that these gains came
itary victory against Russia in 1905 tionalist attempts at simplification ran from bottom-up agitation. “Nothing
had been hailed all over Asia as a sign into opposition from conservatives, like it had ever been attempted in the
that a modern Asian nation could who wanted to protect traditional Chi- history of the world,” she writes. The
stand up to the West—was the main nese written culture; the Communists Japanese might beg to differ; ninety
conduit for concepts that changed the were far more radical, and never gave per cent of the Japanese population
social, political, cultural, and linguis- up on the idea of switching to the had attended elementary school in
tic landscape in China. More than a Roman alphabet. In the Soviet Union, 1900. We can also wonder whether
thousand Chinese students joined the Roman alphabet had been used in the simplified characters played as
Zhou and Hu as Boxer Indemnity order to impose political uniformity large a role in China’s high literacy
Scholars in the U.S. between 1911 and on many different peoples, including rate as Tsu is inclined to think. In Tai-
1929, but more than eight thousand Muslims who were used to Arabic wan and Hong Kong, traditional char-
Chinese were already studying in Japan script. The Soviets supported and sub- acters have been left largely intact; if
by 1905. And many schools in China sidized Chinese efforts to follow their there is proof that children there have
employed Japanese technical and sci- example. For the Communists, as Tsu much more difficulty in learning to
entific teachers. notes, the goal was simple: “If the Chi- read and write, it would be good to
It’s true that Japan’s industrial, mil- nese could read easily, they could be know. Simply being told that “the peo-
itary, and educational reforms since radicalized and converted to commu- ple’s voices were finally being heard”
the Meiji Restoration of 1868 were nism with the new script.” is not quite sufficient to make that
themselves based on Western mod- The long conflict with Japan, from case. And, even if there are benefits
els, including artistic movements, such 1931 to 1945, put a temporary stop to to learning a drastically revised script,
as Impressionism and Surrealism. But language reform. The Nationalists, who there are losses, too. Not only are the
these ideas were transmitted to China did most of the fighting, new characters less elegant
by Chinese students, revolutionaries, were struggling simply to but books written in the
and intellectuals in Japan, and had a survive. The Communists old style become hard to
direct and lasting impact on written spent more time thinking understand.
and spoken Chinese. Many scientific about ideological matters. That was part of the
and political terms in Chinese—such Radical language reform point. In 1956, Tao-Tai
as “philosophy,” “democracy,” “elec- began in earnest only after Hsia, then a professor at
tricity,” “telephone,” “socialism,” “cap- the Nationalists were de- Yale, wrote that strength-
italism,” and “communism”—were feated, in 1949, and forced ening Communist pro-
coined in Japanese by combining Chi- to retreat to Taiwan. Mao, paganda was “the chief
nese characters. in the decade that followed, motivation” of language re-
ushered in two linguistic form: “The thought of get-
emands for radical reform came revolutions: Pinyin, the Romanized ting rid of parts of China’s cultural
D to a head in 1919, with a student
protest in Beijing, first against provi-
transcription that became the standard
all over China (and now pretty much
past which the Communists deem un-
desirable through the language pro-
sions in the Treaty of Versailles which everywhere else), and so-called sim- cess is ever present in the minds of the
allowed Japan to take possession of plified Chinese. Communist cultural workers.” This
German territories in China, and then The Committee on Script Reform, was written during the Cold War, but
against the classical Confucian tradi- created in 1952, started by releasing Hsia was surely right. After all, as Tsu
tions that were believed to stand in some eight hundred recast characters. points out, “those who voiced their dis-
the way of progress. A gamut of po- More were released, and some were satisfaction with the pinyin reform
litical orientations combined in the revised, in the ensuing decades. The would be swallowed up in the years of
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persecution that followed,” and those China will, as Tsu says, “at last have a These days, China’s geopolitical
who grumbled about the simplified shot at communicating with the world and technological status means that
characters fared little better. digitally.” The old struggles over writ- its political “narratives” have become
Tsu assiduously links the story of ten forms might seem redundant. But global. China is advancing an alter-
language reform to technology—we the politics of language persists, par- native model to Western-style democ-
learn much about the heroic efforts to ticularly in the way the government racy. Soft power is being used to
accommodate modern typesetting to communicates with its citizens. change the way China is perceived
the character-based system—and that “Kingdom of Characters” mentions abroad, and the way business with
story continues through the digital era. all the major political events, from the China is to be conducted. Tsu says
The speed with which these advances Boxer Rebellion to the rise of Xi Jin- that China wants to have the ability
were accomplished is indeed impres- ping. And yet one might get the im- to promote its “narrative as the mas-
sive. In the seventies, more than sev- pression that language development ter or universal narrative for the world
enty per cent of all circulated print in- was largely a story of ingenious inven- to abide by.” This sounds ominous.
formation in China was set in hot-lead tions devised by doughty individuals Still, it isn’t always clear from her book
type. Today, as Tsu writes excitedly— overcoming enormous technical ob- whether she is talking about China as
at times, her style is redolent of Mao-pe- stacles. Her account ends on a trium- a civilization, as the Chinese-speak-
riod journals like China Reconstructs— phant note; she remarks that written ing peoples, or as the Chinese Com-
information processing is “the tool that Chinese is now “being ever more widely munist Party. She writes that “the
opened the door to the cutting-edge used, learned, propagated, studied, and China story no doubt aims for a tri-
technology-driven future that China’s accurately transformed into electronic umphant narrative.” But which China
decades of linguistic reform and state data. It is about as immortal as a liv- story? Does it include Taiwan, where
planning at last pried open.” ing script can hope to get.” Continu- citizens enjoy even more advanced in-
Tsu celebrates these technical in- ing in the same vein, she writes, “The formation technology than their coun-
novations by highlighting the personal Chinese script revolution has always terparts in the People’s Republic? Or
stories of key individuals, which often been the true people’s revolution—not is it vaguer than that, an entity that
read like traditional Confucian moral- ‘the people’ as determined by Com- binds all Chinese cultures?
ity tales about terrible hardships over- munist ideology but the wider multi- To Xi Jinping, of course, there is no
come by sheer tenacity and hard work. tude that powered it with innovators distinction. At a Party meeting in No-
Zhi Bingyi worked on his ideas about and foot soldiers.” vember, something called Xi Jinping
a Chinese computer language in a However much the modernization Thought was defined as “the essence
squalid prison cell during the Cultural of language has been influenced by of Chinese culture and China’s spirit.”
Revolution, writing his calculations on technology, though, it is also part of The question is whether the Chinese
a teacup after his guards took away a much broader political story. Dic- Communist government will succeed
even his toilet paper. Wang Xuan, a tatorships shape the way we write and in using its soft power to make its “nar-
pioneer of laser typesetting systems, talk and, in many cases, think. (Vic- rative” universally triumphant. It al-
was so hungry during Mao’s disastrous tor Klemperer’s brilliant analysis of ready has its hands full imposing of-
Great Leap Forward campaign, in 1960, Nazi-speak in his book “LTI”—Lin- ficial dogma on its own people. China
that “his body swelled under the fa- gua Tertii Imperii—remains an in- has enough gifted scientists, artists,
tigue, but he continued to work relent- valuable study of the phenomenon.) writers, and thinkers to have a great
lessly.” Such anecdotes add welcome This, too, is part of the story of how influence on the world, but that influ-
color to the technical explanations of Chinese changed in the modern age. ence will be limited if they cannot ex-
phonetic scripts, typewriters, telegra- I still shudder at the memory of read- press themselves freely. These days,
phy, card-catalogue systems, and com- ing, as a student in the early nine- many written Chinese words cannot
puters. Sentences like “Finally, through teen-seventies, Maoist publications appear at all, in printed or digital form.
a reverse process of decompression, in Chinese, with their deadwood lan- In the aftermath of the Peng Shuai af-
Wang converted the vector images to guage, heavy Soviet sarcasm, and end- fair, even the word “tennis” has now
bitmaps of dots for digital output” can less sentences that sounded like literal become suspect in Chinese cyberspace.
become wearying. translations from Marxist German— In the last sentence of her book, Tsu
the exact opposite of the compressed writes, “Still unfolding, history will
oday, in the era of standardized poeticism of the classical style. But in overtake China’s story.” I’m not sure
T word processors and Chinese so-
cial-media apps like WeChat, Pinyin
Mao’s China mastery of this style was
as important as writing Confucian
what that means. But the story of the
Chinese language under Communism
and characters are seamlessly con- essays had been in imperial times. is mostly one of repression and distor-
nected. Users typically type Pinyin on When, back in the seventies, the of- tion, which only heroes and fools have
their keyboards while the screen dis- ficial Chinese news agency, Xinhua, defied. In an account of language, nar-
plays the simplified characters, offer- urged the government to speed up ratives, characters, and codes, the mean-
ing an array of options to resolve hom- computer technology, its stated aim ing of words still matters the most.
onyms. (Older users may draw the was to spread the Communist Party’s Overemphasize the medium, and that
characters on their smartphones.) doctrines more efficiently. message may get lost.
64 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022
to Golding’s book; flies may have been
ON TELEVISION a fine analogue for boys, but girls require
the ferocity of wasps, with their venom
TRUE LIES
young woman beloved of Rahim, is the
boy’s speech therapist; and so on. These
things are true, but they are hard to
“A Hero” and “The Tender Bar.” cling to, because they are bundled up
with things that are not necessarily
BY ANTHONY LANE true—secrets and lies, in which Rahim
is all too quick to acquiesce. And the
he hero of “A Hero,” the new film also weirdly weak, and it can fade like bundling only gets worse.
T from Asghar Farhadi, is a sign
painter and calligrapher named Rahim
breath off a mirror. This is clever cast-
ing on Farhadi’s part; we warm to Ra-
The salient event in “A Hero” occurs
before the start of the action. Farkhon-
(Amir Jadidi). As the story begins, he him’s crestfallen charm, and instinc- deh, we learn, has stumbled on a bag of
leaves prison and is driven up the wall. tively feel him to be down on his luck, gold coins beside a bus stop. Gold! The
To be precise, up a cliff of pale rock, rich yet we don’t entirely trust him, and the answer to the prayers of the wretched!
in elaborate carvings, northeast of the film proceeds to back our initial hunch. As on the necropolis, and in the Dick-
Iranian city of Shiraz. The cliff is the What led to his incarceration was an ensian idea of being jailed for debt, the
home of a necropolis, Naqsh-e Rostam, unpaid debt. His creditor, Bahram modern is interfused with the bygone.
The film is full of cell phones and so-
cial-media posts, yet we are solemnly
asked to believe in a rare discovery, shiny
with temptation, that would not be out
of place in the “Arabian Nights.” Such
is Farhadi’s skill, needless to say, that
we do believe. And such is Rahim’s pli-
ability that we readily accept his next
move. Despairing of selling the coins
for sufficient cash, he arranges to seek
out their rightful owner and restore
them, as if he, not Farkhondeh, had
found the treasure. This tactic of his,
dishonestly honest, becomes a news
item, and, with his furlough over, he
winds up on TV as a model of trans-
parency and probity. According to the
prison authorities, Rahim “has proved
with this act that one can prioritize
Amir Jadidi stars as a man in need of favors in Asghar Farhadi’s film. good deeds over personal interest.”There
you have it, freshly baked: a hero.
and Rahim finds it covered in scaffold- (Mohsen Tanabandeh), is grave, dour, To reveal what happens after this
ing; climbing high, he greets his brother- and disinclined to forgive, despite being would spoil the bitter pleasures of a
in-law, the rotund and genial Hossein related to Rahim by marriage. ( Just to tough tale. Much of the movie unfolds
(Alireza Jahandideh), who is working at thicken the mood, Bahram is a dead in tight spaces: offices, cars, corridors,
the site. The wind whistles gently around ringer for the Mandy Patinkin charac- and the living room of Mali’s house,
them, and Hossein brews tea, close to ter, Saul, in “Homeland.”) “I was fooled where food is laid out to welcome Rahim
the tomb of Xerxes the Great, a Persian once by his hangdog look, that’s enough,” on his brief release. Most cramped of
king who died almost two and a half Bahram says of Rahim, and we can’t all is the copying-and-printing store
thousand years ago. Rahim, by contrast, help wondering, Could the dog be fool- where Bahram works, and where a fight
is on a furlough for two days, after ing us as well? breaks out between him and Rahim—a
which—not unlike Eddie Murphy in Anyone who has seen Farhadi’s ear- scrappy and humiliating tussle that is
“48 Hrs.” (1982)—he must return to lier films, such as “About Elly” (2009) caught on camera. Will the footage go
prison. Observing the scene, you feel and “A Separation” (2011), will know viral, with disastrous consequences for
dizzy at the doubleness of time. It ex- how cunningly he doles out informa- Rahim’s cause? Is he not learning, the
pands and contracts, either stretching tion, piece by piece. Thus, in the new hard way, that any attempt to manhan-
far into the distance or slamming shut. movie, we gradually realize that Rahim dle public opinion is bound to snap back
Something else, however, makes you has an ex-wife; that she will soon be in one’s face, and would the lesson be
no less uneasy, and that is Rahim’s smile. married to someone else; that, while any different for his counterpart in an
It looks friendly and generous, but it’s he’s been locked up, his sister Mali American drama?
68 THE NEW YORKER, JANUARY 17, 2022 ILLUSTRATION BY RAPHAELLE MACARON
If I had to pick a running mate for want to slander him, but I warn you,” on the airwaves. At one of their rare
“A Hero,” it would be Preston Sturges’s Bahram declares of his debtor, “if he meetings, JR says, “A doctor at school
“Hail the Conquering Hero” (1944), in doesn’t pay me, I’ll denounce him.” says I have no identity.” “Jesus. Get
which a well-meaning wuss is (a) ac- Here is a story about bonds, breaches one,” his old man replies. Martini has
claimed for his soldierly courage, de- of promise, and the bearing of false only a few scenes, yet each of them
spite not having served in the war, and witness; just as Shylock takes root at burns a hole in the film as if he were
(b) too compliant, and maybe too tick- center stage, often consigning Anto- stubbing out a butt.
led by pride, to set the record straight. nio—the merchant of the title—to the Requiring stability, JR and his
Tonally, the two films could not be fur- wings, so Bahram grows ever more im- mother (Lily Rabe) find it at the Long
ther apart; Sturges skids toward anar- mutable in his grievance, and the hap- Island home of his grandfather (Chris-
chy, while Farhadi patiently cranks up less Rahim ever less deserving of our topher Lloyd), who is—you guessed
the moral suspense until we can barely sympathy. Even his son is dragged into it—crotchety but kind. Also in resi-
breathe. What both directors make the tangle of his deceit. “A Hero” makes dence is Charlie (Ben Affleck), who is
plain, nevertheless, is that their heroes a mockery of the heroic. JR’s uncle, de-facto father, and—an-
are not alone in their folly, and that if other good guess—a spigot of wisdom,
they teeter unhappily on their pedes- heatrical windows, these days, don’t pouring forth instruction in what he
tals it’s because we—ordinary citizens,
puffed-up officials, or loving kinfolk—
T stay open for long. Before you
know it, they are closed and barred,
calls “the male sciences.” He’s an auto-
didact to boot, and there’s a wonder-
are rash enough, and emotionally avid and even respectable movies are hus- ful shot of the young JR seated on a
enough, to plant them there. Take the tled, with indecent haste, through the bed, facing a closet crammed with
charity organizers who put Rahim up streaming door. A case in point: little books. “What you do is, you read all
on a platform, in front of an applaud- heed was paid to George Clooney’s of those,” Charlie says.
ing audience: Are they really moved by “The Tender Bar” when it landed in The gist of the critical response has
his predicament, or are they merely cinemas, before Christmas. Now, al- been that “The Tender Bar” follows a
buffing their own credentials? ready, it has arrived online—the proper well-worn path. Fair enough, but is that
By a useful coincidence, “A Hero” moment, I’d say, to repair an injustice such a sin? (You should try the new
arrives in cinemas (for viewers hardy and to give the film, with its nicely “Matrix” movie. Now, that’s worn.)
enough to visit them) in the wake of rubbed blend of roughness and deli- What counts is the firmness of the tread,
Joel Coen’s “The Tragedy of Macbeth.” cacy, the chance it deserves. and Clooney sets a careful but unloiter-
Watch one after the other and you may The hero is JR. He is played as a ing pace. Together with his editor, Tanya
decide, as I did, that “A Hero” is the boy of eleven by Daniel Ranieri and Swerling, and his screenwriter, William
more Shakespearean of the two. Co- later, as a student at Yale and an aspir- Monahan, he insures that the warmth
en’s film is powerful but hermetic, sealed ing writer, by Tye Sheridan. Everybody of the tale—adapted from a memoir by
off within its stylized designs, whereas asks what JR stands for; everybody, that J. R. Moehringer—doesn’t turn fuzzy
Farhadi reaches back to “The Mer- is, except the guy at the Times who in the telling, and that, as in any hon-
chant of Venice” and pulls the play’s takes him on as a trainee, and who tells est recollection of youth, the funny stuff
impassioned arguments into the melee him to change his name to J. R., with is the flip side of pain. Hence the ad-
of the here and now. Granted, the here a couple of periods nailed on, if he wants vice that JR receives from a pal: “When
means Iran, and, in place of an ugly a byline. Beneath such quibbling lies you suck at writing, you become a jour-
clash between Jewish and Christian ju- the primal wound of JR’s life—the ab- nalist.” No comment.
risdictions, the legal and theological sence of his father (Max Martini), a
backdrop is exclusively Islamic; but lis- radio host whom he hardly sees, though NEWYORKER.COM
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23 Quick contraction
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25 QB’s gains
26 Figure-skating jump whose quadruple
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34 Nickname of Shostakovich’s Seventh Struck, in the Bible
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15 “Lion” actor Patel
44 Scanned grocery I.D.
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Eliot 33 Fan’s cry B A R S T O O L C O N G A
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