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OCTOBER 18, 2021
DRAWINGS Paul Noth, Zachary Kanin, Barbara Smaller, Johnny DiNapoli, Charlie Hankin,
Victoria Roberts, Lars Kenseth, Navied Mahdavian, Frank Cotham, Liana Finck, Roz Chast, E. S. Glenn, David Sipress,
Pia Guerra and Ian Boothby, T. S. McCoy, Liza Donnelly and Carl Kissin SPOTS Anthony Russo
CONTRIBUTORS
Rachel Aviv (“Lost Youth,” p. 30) be- James Ross Gardner (“Under the Dome,”
came a staff writer in 2013. She is at p. 26), a writer based in Seattle, is a fre-
work on “Strangers to Ourselves,” a quent contributor to newyorker.com.
book about mental illness.
Rachel Poser (“Set Up and Sent Away,”
Christoph Niemann (Cover) published p. 18) is the Sunday Review editor at
“Zoo,” a collection of linocuts and the Times.
drawings of animals at two Berlin zoos,
in July. Louis Menand (A Critic at Large, p. 63),
a staff writer since 2001, published “The
Rae Armantrout (Poem, p. 49), a Pulit- Free World: Art and Thought in the
zer Prize-winning poet, is the author Cold War” earlier this year. He teaches
of, most recently, “Wobble.” Her new at Harvard.
poetry collection, “Finalists,” will come
out next year. Wyna Liu (Puzzles & Games Dept.) is
an associate puzzle editor at the Times,
Thomas McGuane (Fiction, p. 52) began an assistant editor at the American
contributing fiction to the magazine Values Club crossword, and an artist.
in 1994. His latest book is “Cloudbursts:
Collected and New Stories.” Roger Reeves (Poem, p. 34), the Su-
zanne Young Murray Fellow at Har-
Rachel Syme (Books, p. 59), a staff writer, vard Radcliffe Institute, received a
has covered style and culture for The 2015 Whiting Award. He is the author
New Yorker since 2012. of the forthcoming poetry collection
“Best Barbarian.”
Dennard Dayle (Shouts & Murmurs,
p. 25) co-hosts “Weeaboo Hell,” a pod- David Rompf (The Talk of the Town,
cast about anime. His début book, “Ev- p. 16) is a writer based in New York
erything Abridged,” is due out in 2022. City.
Download the New Yorker app for the latest news, commentary, criticism,
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2 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
THE MAIL PUZZLES & GAMES DEPT.
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American public and among experts— Bradley Shy
but not along liberal and conservative Aurora, Colo.
lines. Whether left-leaning people can
embrace genetics is probably the wrong REMEMBERING DERRICK BELL
question to ask. Research shows that
some progressives and some conserva- As a longtime friend and colleague of
tives can be convinced of the utility of Derrick Bell’s—Thurgood Marshall
genomics, even if others cannot. Poli- had us share a closet-size office while
tics does matter in scientific debates, working at the Legal Defense Fund in
but not all disputes should be cast as the nineteen-sixties—I was moved by
ideological or partisan. Jelani Cobb’s vivid portrait of Bell (“The
Jennifer Hochschild Limits of Liberalism,” September 20th).
Jayne Professor of Government Derrick never lost his ironic sense of
Harvard University humor or his willingness to mix per-
Cambridge, Mass. sonal commitment with a tolerance for 1. Plot device sometimes
disagreement. Though Derrick’s pessi- used in thrillers.
Lewis-Kraus notes that an observational mism was perhaps bolstered by the ju- 2. Bad stuff to microwave.
study promoted by Harden was “care- dicial regressions that followed the few
fully controlled for childhood socio- years of progress after Brown v. Board 3. N.Y.C. club said to
economic status.” As an associate pro- of Education, he once acknowledged to have catalyzed the punk
fessor at the University of Colorado’s me that the Supreme Court had opened movement.
medical school and an emergency-room the door to a world of changes for Black 4. Apt to snoop.
doctor, I contemplated the use of the people—just far too few to vanquish
phrase “carefully controlled.” I caution white supremacy.
my students and residents about the Michael Meltsner Find a new crossword
limitations of observational studies, Professor of Law every Monday, Wednesday,
which make up much of the genetic re- Northeastern University and Friday, and a cryptic
every Sunday, at
search cited in the piece. It’s not that Cambridge, Mass. newyorker.com/crossword
observational research is inferior to ran-
domized controlled trials; rather, it re- •
sides in a category that by itself can Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
never establish causation. I worry that address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
people might misunderstand “carefully themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
controlled” as implying that all con- any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
founding variables were fully measured. of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
The playwright Douglas Carter Beane, whose zinger-filled œuvre includes “The Little Dog Laughed” and
the musical “Xanadu,” combines an acid wit with a gushy love of show biz. In his new play “Fairycakes,”
which he directs Off Broadway, starting Oct. 14, at Greenwich House Theatre, Beane borrows from “A
Midsummer Night’s Dream,” as well as bits of “Cinderella” and “Pinocchio.” The cast of world-class hams
includes (from left to right) Kristolyn Lloyd, Ann Harada, Jason Tam, Jackie Hoffman, and Mo Rocca.
PHOTOGRAPH BY DINA LITOVSKY
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ART
mations from the Deep”: these big paintings,
with matte-black backgrounds, feature float-
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MUSIC
ing constellations of colorful shapes whose
scrambled geometries and broken cursive lines
Bruce Conner and Jay DeFeo represent the communiqués of two fictional sis- Lou Barlow
The Paula Cooper gallery revisits the shared ters, Victoria and Veronica, who converse using ROCK After concerns about COVID’s tenacity
wavelength of two friends—both Bay Area mem- form rather than language. From a distance, scuttled Dinosaur Jr.’s planned tour, Lou Barlow
bers of the Beat Generation—with an abundance the elements appear to be découpage—hard- addressed his modern-day dilemma through
of exquisitely understated photographs and edged but meandering, as if absent-mindedly old-school punk means: the house show. Most
works on paper, plus a cult 16-mm. film. (DeFeo cut with giant scissors. But, on closer inspec- dates on his current solo acoustic outing are
died in 1989, Conner in 2008.) At times, the tion, the jagged silhouettes don’t seem random being hosted in the back yards of bravely hos-
artists’ experiments in appropriation brought at all; instead, they obey an unknown logic. pitable fans, including the tour’s Oct. 13 finale,
their art into direct dialogue, as seen in pieces Underscoring this sense of hidden meaning in Cedar Grove, New Jersey. The fix befits the
from the seventies in which DeFeo used the sil- and clear intention is a selection of sculptural artist. Where some musicians connect to punk
houettes of Conner’s “Angel” photograms in her elements, including a freestanding wooden through safety pins or volume, Barlow is bound
collages. But the heart of the show is a wall-span- column, etched with glyphlike symbols, that to the underground by a scrappy resourceful-
ning projection of Conner’s seven-minute film suggests a ritual purpose—perhaps the sisters’ ness, manifested most famously in the bedroom
“The White Rose,” which documents the re- Rosetta stone.—J.F. (caseykaplangallery.com) recordings he unleashed after being ejected
moval, in 1967, of DeFeo’s magnum opus, “The
Rose,” from her small studio. DeFeo worked on
the painting turned relief from 1958 to 1966, by
which point it weighed almost a ton; in the film’s AT THE GALLERIES
climax, after the piece is finally lowered from
the second-floor space and crated, light pours
into the studio through a picture window that
had been blocked by the accretion of paint on
canvas. Conner’s parting shot is a casual salute
to his friend’s triumph: as the moving truck
pulls away, DeFeo surveys the scene from a
ledge, smoking a cigarette.—Johanna Fateman
(paulacoopergallery.com)
Jasper Johns
In 1954, having had a dream of painting the
American flag, Jasper Johns did so, employ-
ing a technique that was unusual at the time:
brushstrokes in pigmented, lumpy encaustic
wax that sensitize the deadpan image. The
abrupt gesture—sign painting, essentially, of
profound sophistication—ended modern art. It
torpedoed the macho existentialism of Abstract
Expressionism and anticipated Pop art’s de-
motic sources and Minimalism’s self-evidence.
Politically, the flag painting was an icon of the
Cold War, symbolizing both liberty and coer-
cion. Patriotic or anti-patriotic? Your call. The
content is smack on the surface, demanding
careful description rather than analytical fuss.
Shut up and look. Johns’s styles are legion,
and “Mind/Mirror,” a huge retrospective split
between the Whitney Museum, in New York,
and the Philadelphia Museum of Art, orga-
nizes them well, with contrasts and echoes that
forestall a possibility of feeling overwhelmed.
In his tenth decade, the painter remains, with
disarming modesty, contemporary art’s philos- The Pictures Generation painter David Salle is the beau ideal of a post-
opher king—the works are simply his responses modernist who blurs the lines between high and low. High is inspiring a
to this or that type, aspect, or instance of reality. poem by a cosmopolitan bard (“A Dip in David Salle’s Pool,” by Frederick
You can perceive his effects on later magnifi-
cent painters of occult subjectivity (Gerhard Seidel); low is a line of luxury swim trunks (by Orlebar Brown) printed
Richter, Luc Tuymans, Vija Celmins), but none with his paintings’ motifs. In 1984, when the artist was a thirty-one-year-
OPPOSITE: REDUX; RIGHT: © DAVID SALLE / VAGA AT
can rival his utter originality and inexhaustible old enfant terrible, he exhibited paintings with the legendary Leo Castelli,
range. You keep coming home to him if you care
juggling literary and art-historical allusions, provocative images of female
ARS / COURTESY THE ARTIST AND SKARSTEDT
VOCES8
CLASSICAL “After silence,” the English author
and philosopher Aldous Huxley wrote, “that
which comes nearest to expressing the inex-
pressible is music.” That oft-quoted line might
have been a mission statement for the bright
English a-cappella group VOCES8 as they
assembled their fifteenth-anniversary project,
“After Silence,” initially issued between No-
vember, 2019, and June, 2020, as a quartet of
digital EPs. The series comprises works span-
ning five centuries, from Monteverdi and Tallis
to Roxanna Panufnik and Arvo Pärt, show-
casing the singers’ versatility and assurance;
this concert at Merkin Hall concludes with a
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selection of jazz and pop arrangements.—Steve
Smith (Oct. 16 at 7:30.)
DANCE
software is used to make a picture fuller, to give it greater depth and sharper (Oct. 17), Maria Kowroski, a member of the
company since 1995 and a principal dancer
contrast, and Tirzah’s songs have undergone a similar treatment, with a since 1998, takes her final bow in a program
predetermined chromatic palette not only heightening the complexity of that includes pas de deux from many ballets
her music but revealing more of its detail. Inside these tender, atonal songs she has performed, including Balanchine’s
dreamy “Chaconne” and his jazzy “Slaughter
are discreet, cryptic ruminations on growing a family, building a little colony on Tenth Avenue,” and Christopher Wheel-
all your own. They reach for the intimacy of communion.—Sheldon Pearce don’s “Danse à Grande Vitesse.” Farewells are
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Big Band, they improvise the dance into our
time.—B.S. (joyce.org)
THE THEATRE
Sanctuary City
In this play by Martyna Majok—a New York
Theatre Workshop production at the Lucille
Lortel—B (Jasai Chase-Owens) is an undoc-
The filmmaker Ry Russo-Young, who has explored the coming-of-age umented immigrant who was brought to the
experiences of young women in films such as “Before I Fall” and “The United States as a child by his mother, who
Sun Is Also a Star,” now turns her camera on her own life for the stunning now, just as her son is about to finish high
school, wants to return home and leave him in a
three-part HBO documentary series “Nuclear Family.” She details her hostile country. His best friend is G (Sharlene
very public and embattled childhood years, in the early eighties, when Cruz), who, thankfully, becomes naturalized
her mothers—Sandy Russo and Robin Young, a lesbian couple—had to during the course of the play but is always
nursing a bruise because of violence at home.
fight to remain her legal parents. Russo and Young enlisted two friends The pair shuffle through short, impressionistic
of friends as sperm donors for their two daughters, but never planned for scenes, showing how intricately their griefs and
these men to enter their lives as anything more than kindly acquaintances. worries grow. The constant temporal shifts re-
quire deft choreography and sharp transitions,
However, once Russo-Young’s father, Tom Steel, began spending time amply provided by the director, Rebecca Freck-
with the family, he formed a bond with Russo-Young and sued for joint nall. When we see political particulars prying
custody. The landmark case became a hotbed of public debate: Should the friends apart—G has earned a scholarship
to a school in Massachusetts; B, in spite of his
sperm donors have any biological right to their children? What are the good grades and hard work, can’t go to college
parental rights of gay couples? Russo-Young was caught in the middle of because of his status—we experience it as per-
it all, and now she processes both the pain and the joy of her complicated sonally excruciating. The tight skin around
the play holds because of Majok’s insistence
past through a camera lens. The documentary is enraging, engrossing, and on the primacy of friendship—complete with
ultimately healing. Russo-Young stands with her mothers while grappling exacting specifics—and Cruz’s galvanizing
with her lingering connection to Steel, who died of AIDS, exhibiting fierce ability to enact it in all its complexity.—Vinson
Cunningham (Reviewed in our issue of 10/11/21.)
love without ever passing judgment. It is a feat.—Rachel Syme (nytw.org; through Oct. 17.)
dollars, and there’s still a smorgasbord of Governors Island” takes place, naturally, on this Playwrights Horizons production—in-
five programs, but each one is a little shorter, Governors Island, on Oct. 16. Each of its cluding Rachel Christopher, Ugo Chukwu,
without an intermission. Though many of the six sections takes advantage of a different Denise Manning, Javon Q. Minter, and Beau
premières (including those by Justin Peck, site: the brick buildings and pathways of Thom—are electric, improbably loose and
Ayodele Casel, and Lar Lubovitch) are clus- Nolan Park, the nooks of Hammock Grove, fun given the nearly religious seriousness
tered in the last two programs, the opener, the wind-exposed contours and city views of their task. The sketches are punctuated
running Oct. 13-14, features newly recon- of the Hills. Dramatically costumed cast by dance numbers, often the kind of step-
structed late-sixties television dances that members—Megumi Eda, PeiJu Chien-Pott, ping made famous by Black fraternities and
Bob Fosse made with Gwen Verdon. Slipping and Natasha M. Diamond-Walker, among sororities, that have the antic, furious energy
into Verdon’s roles is the bold New York City others—respond to the environment, even of classic “Looney Tunes” gags and the tart
Ballet soloist Georgina Pazcoguin; you might as they embody goddesses and angels.—B.S. satire of the nineties sketch-comedy show “In
notice what Beyoncé borrowed for her “Single (govisland.org) Living Color.” The play isn’t just a memorial
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real, to ongoing pain.—V.C. (7/12 & 19/21) it tough for her to stay alone at night. Harvey ers-on; as for Roger himself, he’s ready to betray
(playwrightshorizons.org; through Oct. 17.) realizes baroque fantasies and hectic delusions her for a serviceable airplane. To get their story,
with ingenious manipulations of sound and Burke has to become a part of it. In this 1957 ad-
image (which he desynchronizes to nightmarish aptation of William Faulkner’s novel “Pylon,” the
effect), and he adds a sense, similar to that of director, Douglas Sirk, mines exotic Americana
MOVIES Michelangelo Antonioni’s contemporaneous for a philosophical strain of feminine endurance
films, of the alienating power of architecture. in a land that’s both made and menaced by its
Harvey died in 1996 without making another intrepid male warriors. With its tangled shad-
Carnival of Souls feature.—Richard Brody (Playing on TCM Oct. 16 ows, fun-house mirrors, wrenching angles, and
Herk Harvey, a Kansas-based maker of indus- and streaming on the Criterion Channel.) glaring lights, the wide-screen black-and-white
trial films, directed this horror movie, from photography evokes the psychological distortions
1962; it’s one of the great American independent of reckless and rootless outsiders, the dispropor-
films. After a catastrophic car accident, a church The Tarnished Angels tion of their seedy circumstances to their doomed
organist named Mary (Candace Hilligoss) re- In 1932, an itinerant troupe of stunt fliers and heroism.—R.B. (Streaming on Tubi.)
turns from the dead to live a seemingly ordinary air racers at a New Orleans fairground draws the
life, until her nonexistence catches up with attention of Burke Devlin (Rock Hudson), an
her. The film blends metaphysical shock with ambitious and colorful journalist. His fascination The Two Faces of a
social disturbance; its story of death, sex, and with Roger Shumann (Robert Stack), a First
religion is rooted in its place and time like a World War ace pilot with a craving for danger, Bamiléké Woman
documentary. Mary is frightened silly by visions is amplified by his attraction to the flier’s wife, The Cameroonian-born, Belgium-based direc-
of a ghoulish man (played by Harvey); mean- LaVerne (Dorothy Malone), a flashy parachute tor Rosine Mbakam’s first-person documen-
tary, from 2016, fuses intimate inquiry with
historical insight. Accompanied by her white
ON THE BIG SCREEN European husband and their toddler son, she
returns to her native city, Yaoundé, to visit
her mother, whose recollections—including
of her marriage to a polygamous man—reveal
a hidden nexus of politics and tradition. A
probing interviewer, the filmmaker elicits her
mother’s and her aunts’ appalling memories
of the family’s and the country’s past, includ-
ing the sale of women for forced marriages
and the kidnapping of men for forced labor.
Mbakam, who does her own cinematography,
is a passionate portraitist who discerns ideas
in action; attentive to the physical labor that
occupies much of the women’s time, she re-
veals how the bonds between them sustain
the family both practically and emotionally.
The collective organization and financial in-
dependence of women emerge as essential for
progress, whether personal, political, or artis-
tic—and, as Mbakam says in her trenchant
voice-over, for her own intellectual awakening.
In French and Bamiléké.—R.B. (Streaming on
Amazon and Icarus.)
Le Week-End
In Roger Michell’s 2014 film, written by Hanif
Kureishi, a middle-aged British couple (Jim
Metrograph has reopened its theatres while maintaining its online Broadbent and Lindsay Duncan), married for
thirty years, take the train to Paris, determined
program, and it’s offering, in both formats, “Le Navire ‘Night’ ” (“The to have a good time and resigned to the fact that,
Ship ‘Night’ ”), from 1979, written and directed by Marguerite Duras, in all probability, they won’t. They seem riven
which is as original as it is rare. (Screenings start Oct. 15; streaming with bickering, and yet, at the same time, the
sheer habit of argument serves to bind them to-
begins Oct. 18.) Duras, one of the great modern novelists, was also an gether. Pleasure is grabbed on the go, in glimpses
innovative filmmaker, and here she devises a new genre that meshes with of the city and in helpings of food and wine; no
her literary artistry—the cinematic audiobook. She applies it to a story less intermittent, but more awkward, is the mov-
ie’s farcical strain, which twice finds husband and
about phone sex, which she transforms into an existential mystery and a wife running out without paying the check. It’s
gothic nightmare. It follows a twentysomething non-couple—a man who easy to tire (if not despair) of them, but both lead
works nights at a phone company, and a woman who’s dying of leukemia actors are in fine sparring form, and the story is
rescued and revived, just in time, by a delectable
and living as a shut-in at her wealthy father’s suburban villa—who reach cameo from Jeff Goldblum. He plays an Amer-
peaks of erotic pleasure by masturbating to each other’s voices, but never ican in Paris—hopelessly pleased with himself,
and eternally foolish, yet very hard to dislike. He
COURTESY ICARUS FILMS
meet. Duras and Benoît Jacquot (a young director) narrate the elliptical
could almost use a movie of his own.—Anthony
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yet ecstatic tale in incantatory voice-overs as the movie’s images show the Lane (Reviewed in our issue of 3/17/14.) (Streaming
places where the action could have happened and the actors—Dominique on Tubi, Amazon, and other services.)
Sanda, Bulle Ogier, and Mathieu Carrière—who would have performed
the drama if she’d filmed it. To match the story’s might-have-beens, Duras For more reviews, visit
invents the conditional tense on film.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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the East River, are, if anything, welcome. status. By comparison, the crispy-fish
Chang built his reputation on his dish, which resembles a hornet’s nest
virtuosity with pork, so when Spicy Im- that’s been battered and fried, is effortful
TABLES FOR TWO possible Pork Rice Cakes was named as and ungainly.
a special I assumed that “impossible” was The most disappointing item on the
Momofuku Ssäm Bar a tongue-in-cheek self-appraisal of the menu also happens to be the summer’s
89 South St., Pier 17 dish’s delectability. As it turns out, the No. 1 seller: Chili Jam Popcorn Shrimp.
dish, my favorite on the menu, embodies Crisp-edged and peanut-encrusted, the
At this juncture in the evolution of my favorite Changian trait: imaginative appetizer is unobjectionable if generic,
Momofuku, a brand so expansive and versatility. The original Momofuku clas- a word that would likely be anathema
brimming with personality—a good sic Spicy Pork Rice Cakes was, as Frank to Chang, seemingly a violation of the
amount of which belongs to its icon- Bruni put it in his 2007 Times review, Momofuku spirit. If its accessibility is a
PHOTOGRAPH BY COURTNEY SOFIAH YATES FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
oclastic founder, David Chang—that “gnocchi with a Korean passport,” swap- concession to the tourist-dense nature
it spans four cities, ten locations, and ping potato dumplings for rice cakes and of Ssäm Bar’s new home, it’s also an in-
a multi-platform media company, you ragù for Sichuan-peppercorn-laden meat dication of another kind of adaptabil-
might wonder if it’s due for a midlife sauce. The 2021 iteration is yet another ity: Momofuku may be defined by its
crisis. If a ruby-red Beamer screams panic reinvention, using plant-based Impos- innovations, but its longevity depends,
for a certain breed of middle-aged men, sible Pork and whipped tofu to deliver too, on a capitalist-minded democracy.
do soulless corporate digs for a guerrilla a rare gastronomic gift that tastes more As Momofuku’s C.E.O., Marguerite
outfit turned establishment darling signal indulgent than it is. Mariscal, told me, “At the end of the day,
anxiety about identity for an iconic culi- Other standouts are similarly shrewd it’s always the customers who decide.”
nary empire? The question is posed by the couplings of past and present. The Heir- There are more changes ahead. A
latest incarnation of Ssäm Bar, Chang’s loom Tomato Salad might sound forget- second floor will open soon, to accom-
maverick sophomore effort, which once table, but, thanks to the interplay of some modate additional indoor seating, and
defined the East Village food scene and Momofuku mainstays—shiso leaf, emul- the tables will be furnished with coun-
now resides in a glass-walled, L.E.D.-lit sified garlic, yuzu kosho—it’s a bright, tertop grills. A bigger, and hopefully
behemoth in the South Street Seaport. complex tangle that packs full-throttle more inspired, array of bo-ssäm dishes
This isn’t the first time a Momo- heat. Of the three items in the raw bar, is rumored to be in the works. If Ssäm
fuku restaurant has found itself inside a the right choice is the sea scallops, which Bar, and Momofuku itself, has an identity,
mall—the uptown Noodle Bar is in the are coated in an umami bomb of a sauce it’s likely an enduring attraction to the
Shops at Columbus Circle—but there is made from scraps of American country churn of evolution. It has survived multi-
something incongruous about scanning ham flavored with XO seasoning. ple cycles of birth and rebirth, with more
a menu featuring eighty-eight-dollar Ssäm means “wrapped” in Korean, to come. In Changland, that’s mostly a
Wagyu rib eye while watching dazed and, more than a decade ago, in the East good thing. (Dishes $32-$84.)
tourists glide up and down an industrial Village, it was the bo ssäm—an epic hunk —Jiayang Fan
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THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT ing against an epidemiological backdrop eighty per cent of record levels, but daily
WINTER FORECASTS in which at least a third of Americans deaths only eleven per cent. Just eighty-
have been infected by the virus and carry four per cent of older Americans are
he coronavirus pandemic in the some level of natural immunity. fully vaccinated, and cases and deaths
T United States appears, for the mo-
ment, to be in retreat. Since the start of
But there’s also a less promising sce-
nario. The U.S. has the lowest vaccina-
are more tightly coupled: both recently
reached around two-thirds of last win-
September, daily cases have dropped by tion rate among wealthy democracies, ter’s levels. “Are we going to have as bad
a third, and daily hospitalizations have and has now fallen behind many poorer a surge this winter as last winter?” Ash-
fallen by more than a quarter. COVID nations, such as Uruguay, Cambodia, ish Jha, the dean of Brown University’s
deaths, which generally lag behind in- and Mongolia. The anti-vaccine move- School of Public Health, asked. “I think
fections by a few weeks, are now start- ment remains a potent force. Last Mon- we can definitively say no. But what peo-
ing to decline from their peak. There are day, protesters tore down a COVID test- ple don’t appreciate about Delta is that
still areas of the country that are strug- ing site in New York City. According to it finds pockets of unvaccinated people
gling. In Alaska, where only half the pop- the Kaiser Family Foundation, one in and just rips through them. If you’re an
ulation is fully vaccinated, hospitals are six adults nationwide remains adamantly older person living in this country, and
at capacity and doctors have had to ra- opposed to vaccination; only a third of you’re not vaccinated, it’s going to be a
tion intensive care. But, nationwide, the parents say that they plan to get their very bad winter.”
Delta wave is waning. The question now children inoculated immediately after During the past year and a half, the
is: What does the winter hold? the vaccine is authorized, and a quarter virus repeatedly surprised us, prompting
There are reasons for optimism. Sev- say that they “definitely” won’t. In the public-health revisions, reversals, and mea
enty-eight per cent of adults in the U.S. U.K., ninety-seven per cent of people culpas. It’s never been clear why the virus
have now received at least one dose of a over sixty-five are fully vaccinated; during surges in one place and not another, why
COVID vaccine, and recent mandates are the Delta wave there, daily cases reached it fades when it does, or how it will evolve
pushing this number higher. Millions of next. Any number of factors can intro-
vulnerable Americans are now getting duce uncertainty into our prognostica-
booster shots, and by Halloween Pfizer- tions, and each threatens to push “nor-
BioNTech’s vaccine may be authorized mal” beyond yet another horizon. Still,
for use among children aged five to eleven. it’s possible to wrap our heads around
Earlier this month, Merck announced some of the biggest issues. One is in-
that its antiviral drug molnupiravir person contact. When societies open up,
roughly halves the likelihood that peo- rates of infection almost always increase.
ple with mild or moderate COVID will be In the U.S., most business closures and
hospitalized or die. Because the drug is strict capacity restrictions are ending;
administered orally—not by infusion or in-person instruction has resumed at
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
injection, as monoclonal antibodies are— schools and colleges; the weather is cool-
it could dramatically change how COVID ing, and we are spending more time in-
is treated outside of hospitals, and result doors. All this means that the virus will
in fewer people ending up inside them. have more opportunities to spread.
Meanwhile, rapid antigen tests, which The consequences of that spread will
can help schools and workplaces open depend, in part, on how many people re-
more safely, appear to be on the brink of main susceptible and to what extent im-
widespread use. This progress is unfold- munity wanes. The passage of time may
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 13
be especially problematic for communi- cating all this is the possibility that a new So far, the U.S. hasn’t been home base
ties with high rates of prior infection and coronavirus variant could unsettle what- for a major new variant. Alpha, Beta,
low levels of current vaccination. A re- ever equilibrium we reach. Gamma, Delta—they all came from
cent C.D.C. study in Kentucky found Only two per cent of people in low- other parts of the world. But we are such
that people who had previously been income countries have received even a an epicenter that, in the future, we could
infected but never got vaccinated were single dose of a COVID vaccine. This is be the Greek-letter originator.”
more than twice as likely to be reinfected both a moral and a public-health failure: There’s only so much that individu-
as those who got immunized after con- each week, thousands of people around als can control about the viral threat
tracting the virus were. Among vacci- the world die a vaccine-preventable they’ll face this winter. But whether our
nated people, breakthrough infections, death, and, as the virus continues to cir- immune systems are prepared will be
while unnerving, remain uncommon and culate unchecked, the probability of ever determined by the choices we make today.
generally mild, even with the Delta vari- more dangerous variants rises. In June, Gaps in vaccination rates of a few per-
ant, but the chance that a breakthrough the daily coronavirus case counts in the centage points can be hugely consequen-
will develop into a serious illness seems U.S. were a tenth of what they are today, tial, especially when the lower rates are
to increase with time, as immunity ebbs, and lower than at any point since the concentrated in certain communities and
especially for older people. Our collec- start of the pandemic. Then came Delta, high-risk groups. Perhaps the safest pre-
tive immunity will rise and fall, through and nearly a hundred thousand Amer- diction is that reopening, variants, and
some combination of booster shots, re- ican COVID deaths. “What happens next immunity will combine in disparate ways
peat infections, and time. “It’s like paint- depends a lot on whether this virus for people, depending on their age, health,
ing the Golden Gate Bridge,” Robert evolves into an even worse strain,” Eric and risk tolerance, as well as their neigh-
Wachter, the chair of medicine at the Topol, the director of the Scripps Re- bors’ decisions. We all walked into this
University of California, San Francisco, search Translational Institute, said. “We pandemic together. But we’ll leave it at
said. “The minute you’re done, you have don’t have this thing contained globally. different speeds, and at different times.
to get started all over again.” Compli- Heck, we don’t have it contained here. —Dhruv Khullar
L.A. POSTCARD for top stylists. “They would say, ‘We see Rappaport and asked, “Do you know
AWARD-WORTHY one another at fittings and running out anyone who wants a fuck-you com-
of Gucci and Prada, but we never get to pound for thirty million?”
sit down and chat,’” he said. “I’m sure The agents talked about how the
these agents see one another going in pandemic had changed their business.
and out of listings, on the other side of “It’s harder,” Rochelle Atlas Maize, of
contracts.” He added, “They’re very com- Nourmand & Associates, said. “I spe-
petitive. Hopefully we sat everyone right.” cialize in Beverly Hills, and there’s no
ildfires, drought, the prospect of There were twenty-eight agents inventory. No one wants to sell.” She
W Caitlyn Jenner as governor: noth-
ing can stop people from moving to
in attendance, and all were, in theory,
nominees. “I’ve already asked,” Fredrik
went on, “The biggest change is peo-
ple wanting more land and not build-
California. “There were definitely some Eklund, a Douglas Elliman agent and ing these mega-mansions. It’s O.K. to
who left,” Kurt Rappaport, the C.E.O. a star on Bravo’s “Million Dollar List- have the land, or to turn it into a sports
of Westside Estate Agency, said the ing,” who wore a flowered blazer, said. court. Pickleball has gotten huge.” The
other day, referring to the pandemic ex- “I’m not getting an award.” same went for in-home medical facili-
odus. He wore a black blazer and stood “I don’t look at myself as, like, the ties, she said. “So you can have proce-
at the bar at Soho House, the site of the star,” Carl Gambino, an agent with dures without leaving the house.”
first-ever Power Broker Awards, an Os- Compass, said. “All I like to do is buy The brokers sat for dinner (greens, lean
cars for the unsung heroes of Los An- and sell real estate.” proteins, the rare plate of pasta). “Con-
geles real estate. “So many of our clients are stars,” gratulations on all the hard work you’ve
“But moving to Texas or Florida to Matthew Altman, of Elliman, said. “I done, persevering through this past year
save on taxes?” he went on. “Do you want was a talent agent before, at C.A.A.” and a half,” Pener said to the group.
to live in Florida? Miami is cheesy. It’s Real estate, he added, is more lucra- Gambino appreciated the friendly
fun for Art Basel, but have you been to tive. “Unless you own C.A.A. But it’s vibe. “In other places, it can be animal-
Miami in the summer? Not pretty.” the same fucking clients. Same fuck- istic,” he said. “Like Florida.”
The awards were hosted by the Holly ing people.” He reached across the bar A glass was tapped. “If you want
wood Reporter, which publishes an an- to stroke Rappaport’s hand. “I just a drink, get it before you go into the
nual list of the area’s top thirty real- want to touch a legend,” he said. “He’s awards,” Alexander Ali, the C.E.O. of
estate agents. Degen Pener, the deputy a big deal.” Among Rappaport’s re- the P.R. firm the Society Group, which
editor, explained, “We look at sales, cent sales: Jeffrey Katzenberg’s house helped put on the event, said. The crowd
social-media followings.” (a hundred and twenty-five million filed into a theatre, and Pener explained
Pener said that the evening was mod- dollars), and Ellen DeGeneres’s (forty- the criteria used by the judges, all em-
elled on an event that the Reporter does seven million). Altman looked up at ployees of the Reporter: “Over-all sales
14 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
volume, listed sales to Hollywood cli- “Job alert,” the notice, posted to BAM’s
ents, and media visibility.” social-media accounts, read. “No expe-
The first award, for Celebrity Prop- rience necessary. Requirements include:
erty Portfolio, went to Rappaport. ability to lie on a beach for several hours.”
“Shocking, shocking, shocking!” a Community members of “any age (at
heckler shouted. least 12 years old), gender, ability, racial
The Media Maverick award went and ethnic background, and body type”
to Jason Oppenheim, of the Oppen- were encouraged to apply. More than
heim Group and the reality series “Sell- three hundred did. From there, the
ing Sunset.” “Sun & Sea” team narrowed down the
“You fucking maverick!” the heck- candidates, then conducted two days of
ler hooted. video auditions, ultimately selecting
The Stratospheric Sale award went to around thirty lucky beachgoers.
a trio that had unloaded a seventy- John Hoobyar, a casting director
million-dollar Bel Air estate to the for the show, recently emphasized the
Weeknd. production’s wish to “represent the
“We finally made it,” Branden Wil- breadth of all the different kinds of
liams, one of the winners, said, accept- bodies and people that you see at the
ing his trophy. “Us Realtors bust our beach.” He added, “And the diversity of
balls seven days a week, 24 /7, and there’s Brooklyn, too.” was there to critique the previous night’s
no awards. But we’ve finally got ’em, On September 15th, the beachgoers dress rehearsal.“People were too stiff
right here in Hollywood!” prepared for their opening night. More and, like, too silent,” she told the nov-
Oppenheim regarded the award it- than twenty tons of sand had been dumped ice beachgoers. “A lot of you were prob-
self: a hunk of black crystal shaped like onto the floor of the BAM Fisher build- ably exploring the situation with your
the head of a spear. “It comes with a ing; beach balls, bottles of sunscreen, and eyes and ears rather than with your
cleaning cloth,” Ali said. colorful towels completed the scene. A bodies.” She urged the extras to be more
“It’s a weapon,” Oppenheim said. retiree named Cheryl George (“Just like dynamic: Play badminton. Pick up rub-
“I’m not even sure I want it in the house.” Boy George,” she said) sat in an off-white bish. Apply sunscreen.
Pener announced an after-party hosted beach chair. She wore a one-piece lime- Hoobyar was standing on the sand
by a home-staging company. green swimsuit and had electric-blue in a red Speedo. “Beachgoers!” he shouted.
“Someone is going to kill someone nails. “I’m a senior and had nothing to “Swimming is in this corner.” He pointed
with one of these, and then it’ll be a Net- do,” she said, explaining her decision offstage, where a hose was set up to spray
flix documentary,” Oppenheim said, walk- to apply. “I’ll try anything once.” George extras. He suggested that anyone who
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ing out. “And then it’ll be worth a lot.” said that her friends had been worried felt like being splashed message him
—Sheila Yasmin Marikar when she’d told them about the role: on the production’s WhatsApp channel.
Did she really want strangers looking In a corner, Debbie Friedman, a for-
DEPT. OF AMATEURISM at her in a bathing suit? “I was, like, mer stage manager, took the notes to
BEACH SCENE ‘It’s not pornographic!’” she said, with heart and walked over to a bicycle. “I
a shrug. want to ride this bike!” she murmured,
A couple of towels over, Dante Hus- gripping the handlebars.
sein, a college student, chatted with “Don’t whisper,” Lapelytė contin-
Sonia Ganess, who works in tech and ued. “It’s important that you speak aloud.
writes. They had struck up a friendship We were missing that yesterday—the
during rehearsals. Hussein’s partner had soundscape, the buzz of voices.” She
n open casting call is rarely as egal- pushed them to apply after seeing the added, “You can have conversations
A itarian and meritocratic as the word
“open” implies. Starry-eyed hopefuls are
casting notice on Instagram.
“I thought it was a far-fetched idea
with the singers, if you wish. Just don’t
bother them when they’re singing.”
expected to possess some panache and at first,” Hussein said, with an eye roll. When the show started, the classi-
some relevant experience, or to be an But on ref lection the opportunity cally trained singers keened about the
undiscovered talent of mythic propor- sounded like an ideal trial run. “I got collapse of coral reefs. (“Not a single
tions. But the Brooklyn Academy of top surgery a few months ago,” Hus- clima-a-a-atologist predicted a sce-
Music recently decided to embrace the sein said, their button-down open. They nario like thi-i-i-is!”) At her spot on
concept of true amateurism. It put out wanted to emphasize the fun of being the sand, George f lipped through a
a call for people who wanted to be beach- at the beach and “feeling comfortable copy of InStyle and napped. Hussein
goers in the avant-garde climate-crisis for the first time.” read a Western adventure book. A cou-
opera “Sun & Sea.” The piece was com- Lina Lapelytė, one of three creators ple walked a dog along the beach. A
missioned for the Lithuanian pavilion of the opera, appeared on a staircase few children, wearing masks impro-
at the 2019 Venice Biennale, and this above the stage. She had asymmetri- vised out of bandannas, ran barefoot.
would be its American première. cal bangs and wore a billowy frock, and On the WhatsApp thread, Hoobyar
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and his colleagues posted suggestions: The props were for his one-man per- Rankine’s “Help.” While doing “Wicked”
“Share your thoughts on the book you formance of Book II of the Odyssey, set in Chicago, in 2007, he spent his free time
are reading this evening?” “Can we have to begin at six-thirty. A few years ago, teaching himself ancient Greek. Ten years
more dog walking actions?”“Would Medeiros decided that he would mem- later, he enrolled in a classics program at
some people volunteer for building some orize Homer’s epic poem in ancient Columbia. “I translated a little Emerson
sandcastles?” Greek—twelve thousand one hundred into Greek as my final project,” he said.
More than four hours later, as the and nine lines—and perform it in the In December, Medeiros began mem-
opera was nearing its end, Lapelytė sent course of twenty-four hours. “I’ve al- orizing the more than four hundred lines
a final note to the tired beachgoers: ways wanted some sort of large-scale of Book II. It took him six months. “I
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“Please make the buzz.” solo performance, the idea of a little made recordings of seven to twelve lines
—André Wheeler man in a big world,” he said. He later at a time, and I’d listen to them while
opted to stage each of the twenty-four riding my bike around New York,” he
ALFRESCO books individually, in outdoor locations said. He earned money by babysitting
EPIC around New York. Book II was the proj- and working for the census.
ect’s public début (Medeiros performed As he unpacked his props, joggers
Book I for a private indoor audience in passed by, and barges glided up and down
2020), and he’d decided to stage it near the East River, which was more glassy-
a cluster of trees beside the East River bright than wine-dark. By the amphi-
Park amphitheatre. “Someone recom- theatre, a woman completing her dawn
mended the amphitheatre,” he said. “But constitutional seemed to be shaking de-
t six o’clock on a warm Sunday it’s not welcoming. There’s, like, gravel mons from her body; a sinewy man prac-
A morning, Joseph Medeiros, an actor
from Queens with a few Broadway cred-
and dirt, and the stage itself is rough
cement.” But he liked the idea of per-
ticed slow, balletic movements, like rit-
uals to greet the rising sun. Three guests
its, had just ridden his mountain bike forming near the East River, in the took seats on the grass.
across the Williamsburg Bridge into morning sun. At six-thirty, the performance began.
Manhattan, carrying a big black food- Medeiros, who is thirty-seven, has Medeiros used visual cues to help lis-
delivery bag, the kind that usually holds gray-blue eyes and dark-brown hair. teners understand the story, including a
pizza. This one was stuffed with forty- When he was a child, in Modesto, Cal- sign that read “Telemachus is sent
two theatrical props, including a water- ifornia, his parents would take him on on a journey” and an array of nine
melon, a loom, a rain stick, a goddess road trips to Los Angeles and flights to T-shirts with heat-transferred letters
headdress, and a Cyclops eye fashioned New York so that he could try out for that he rapidly changed in and out of,
out of leather. “This weighs at least fifty musicals. He made his Broadway début to designate the speaker. Like Odysseus,
pounds,” Medeiros said, setting the bag at the age of eleven, in “Big, the Musi- he navigated his share of distractions.
down on the grass in East River Park. cal.” Recently, he’s been in Edward Al- In the opening scene of Book II (in
He was sweating through his T-shirt. bee’s “Three Tall Women” and Claudia which “two swift dogs” follow Telema-
chus), a couple of pups on the loose
sprinted across the grass, their panting
owner in pursuit. During the last third
of the book (Telemachus preparing to
load the vessel for his journey), a sun-
rise party boat drifted by on the river,
blasting house music. It was seven-
twenty. Medeiros turned toward the boat
and shouted, in English, “It’s a fucking
Sunday! We’re doing ancient Greek over
here!”Then, back in character, in Greek:
“Do not go searching for danger out on
restless seas!”
As he chanted, power walkers stopped
in their tracks; a few circled the impro-
vised stage, curious. In the final scene,
Medeiros did a costume mashup—the
Telemachus T-shirt with the goddess
headdress, which spelled out “Athena”
in glitter. As he packed up his props, Jo-
seph Grochowalski, a statistician, as-
sessed the performance. “When I got
“If you’re working from home today, do you here, it was a little bit weird,” he said.
mind if I go hang out at your office?” “A lot of people were exercising. But
there was this beautiful angle of the sun. The Angels still hit the streets and ride he was angry about the rise in violence
I felt I could relate to every emotion.” the trains seven days a week. against Asian Americans. “I’ve always
Medeiros hefted the bag back onto On a Friday evening, six Angels as- loved this neighborhood,” he said. “The
his bike and hopped on. Along the East sembled in front of a bank on Canal fact that so many of its most vulnera-
River Promenade, a man who looked as Street for a patrol of Chinatown and ble denizens were coming under attack
if he were heading home after a long its environs. Each wore the classic uni- was inconceivable to me.”
night shouted, “Athena has appeared!” form of black pants, a red beret, and a Smoker, a “retired technician” in his
Medeiros stopped and removed the white T-shirt emblazoned with the fifties, had been an Angel for only “a
headdress. “Oh, you’re just Telemachus,” Guardian Angels logo: a winged ver- couple of weeks.” His reason for join-
the man said. He told Medeiros that sion of the creepy Masonic eye on the ing: “I’ve always loved the Angels. I re-
he’d done a rap version of the Odyssey back of the dollar bill. The captain member when the trains were messed-up
in college, to impress a girl. He added, was a forty-nine-year-old woman who rattraps.” The origin of his Angel name
“Let me take Athena’s hand. Don’t be goes by the name Madonna while on became clear when he lit a cigarette.
a vengeful goddess.” duty. (Like Batman or Elena Ferrante, Madonna reminded him to take off his
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“I won’t,” Medeiros said, riding away. Angels can be leery of sharing their beret while smoking, per regulations.
—David Rompf identities with the press.) Madonna (No tan line was visible.)
described herself as “American-born Alex, the youngest, a gardener and
BACK IN TIME Chinese,” with family in the neighbor- a student, had shoulder-length red hair.
ANGEL TRAINING hood; she said that she had joined up He had been an Angel for about a year
“because of all these Asian hate crimes and a half: “I felt that I wanted to do
here in N.Y.C.” She demonstrated an something positive with my life.”
easy sense of command, cracking jokes Before the group set off, Madonna
as the group gathered but turning all patted down the one fellow female
business once on patrol. Angel, and Rook did the same for the
Angel training involves lessons in males. Angel rules forbid guns or knives
o many New Yorkers, it has become street smarts. “If you don’t have street or anything else nasty. “No Tasers,”
T axiomatic that the city is reverting
to its bad old nineteen-eighties self.
smarts, that’s just sad,” Madonna said.
She elaborated. “First of all, don’t stand
Madonna said. “No pepper spray. No
brass knuckles. No nunchucks.”
Crime is up, subway ambience is down, with your back to the street like you’re The patrol walked south on Mott
the Yankees are World Series starved. doing,” she told an observer, panto- Street in single file, with Madonna in
Further evidence: Curtis Sliwa, the miming grabbing a shoulder from be- the lead, setting a pace that fell just
founder of the Guardian Angels and a hind and yanking a body down to the short of brisk. The night was muggy,
Koch-era tabloid fixture, is the Repub- sidewalk. “You’re tall,” she went on. “If and Chinatown’s narrow streets were
lican candidate for mayor. No one gives some girl wanted to mess with you, alive with pedestrians and humming
him much of a shot, though he has gar- she’d come kick you in the shins. Watch dining sheds. To an untrained eye, there
nered slivers of media attention for shar- for that.” Noted. were no signs of trouble, just convivi-
ing an Upper West Side studio apart- The rest of the patrol included Rook, ality and commerce; 2021 was showing
ment with sixteen rescue cats, and for the second-in-command, a muscular its good side. The Angels kept moving.
doffing his signature red beret at a rally young man with an earnest air who, Across Canal Street, Little Italy was
and thereby revealing a dramatic tan line during the day, works a “desk job.” He thronged, the second night of the Feast
above his brow, the effect of which, the said that he’d joined the Angels at the of San Gennaro in full swing. Here,
Times said, “brought to mind a black- beginning of the year; like Madonna, too, the rivers of people were well be-
and-white cookie.” haved—even the drunks seemed mel-
The Guardian Angels, founded in low—and with a multitude of cops on
1979, remain with us, too. The organi- hand the squad of Angels was perhaps
zation is a civilian crime-watch group superfluous. But people were glad to
whose recruits became street icons for see them. Maître d’s waved. Passersby
patrolling scuzzy subway cars, intimi- expressed gratitude. A toddler flapped
dating chain snatchers, making the oc- his hands up and down with glee, as if
casional citizen’s arrest, and irritating he’d just seen a human version of the
the police. Some condemned them as Paw Patrol.
vigilantes. Lately, the Angels have had Others took a more nostalgic plea-
a cozier relationship with both the cops sure in the Angels’ presence. An older
and the public, although, as Arnaldo man smiled and explained to his younger
Salinas, the group’s longtime senior di- female companion, “That used to be a
rector, recently admitted, “we’ve got- big deal.” A pedestrian shook his head
ten into our scuff les.” Membership with a mix of admiration and amuse-
waxes and wanes; it’s now around three ment. “Man,” he said. “That’s old school.”
hundred and fifty, by Salinas’s count. —Bruce Handy
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 17
his bosses, and he was assembling a crew
AMERICAN CHRONICLES to help him rob their stash house, which
was lightly guarded. During pickups,
OF A TIME TRAVELLER
of the edge off mass death. Most of
the time.
Anyway, great talk. I can’t wait to zip
BY DENNARD DAYLE back to the present and see a hundred
years of progress. Right?
s this the U.N.? The Time Pod’s not O.K., I’m feeling the vibe change.
I great with location data. Given the
diversity and the number of flags, I’m
There are a lot more pistols pointed at
me this time. Maybe I went too neg-
YOU KNOW, nothing I say here matters.
Every trip resets your brains, my suit’s
either at N.Y.U. orientation or at the ative? Let’s try this again. bulletproof, and there’s no one here I
U.N. Nod twice if I’m in the right place. respect. A few thoughts:
All right, here’s the hard sell: I’m HEY, PEOPLE! I’m here from the future If your God exists, it hates you. You
from the future. Still with me? I see to give you a compliment sandwich. I are failures elected by even greater fail-
one or two handguns out, so I hope have a small critique, but you deserve ures. You have a dying culture dedicated
the flashy entrance bought me a little to hear what a great job you’re doing. to celebrating itself. Reading your words,
credibility. I’m not here to talk about Focus on the positive. watching your films, and hearing the
nukes. They’re an existential problem, First off, your era produces excel- slurry you call debate have been the
but people like you can keep a stand- lent media. I’m not blowing smoke. I most painful experiences in a lifetime
off going for a long time. volunteered because I love the culture. of torture. Your leadership? Mid. This
Wait, did that seem haughty? I don’t I studied all the classics: “Saddles of century? Mid. The word “mid”? Mid.
want to sound haughty. The archives Flame,” “Plato’s Cave with Bullets,” and I despise everyone watching, in this
indicate that that’s why you ignored “Furious 7.” Hollywood may be under- room or at home. Every wastrel breath-
climate warnings. Which is insane, water, but Dominic Toretto lives on. ing the kind of clean air I’ve never tasted.
but—damn it! I did it again. That said, you’re killing us and Every troglodyte pushing baby-step
Never mind. Starting over. yourselves by flaying our only habit- solutions to a Biblical flood. You’re ticks
able planet. sucking blood from the future.
WOW, THE U.N.! Nice to meet you. Hav- Finally, the air-conditioning in
ing a job here, as you all do, is just as here’s nice. Where I come from, A.C. HEY!If you don’t stop climate change,
impressive as being from the future. is reserved for SteelHeart, his armies, communists will take over the earth.
Which I am. Now that we’re acquainted and his harems. Mercy is a memory. Or capitalists, whichever one you hate.
and no one’s looking down on anyone, Sometimes we resist on purpose, just You’d better get on that.
let’s talk about climate change: Help. to enjoy the cool air of the punish-
For my people, this isn’t abstract. It’s ment mines. I DON’T KNOW how long I’ve been doing
dead crops, water wars, and moisture Oh, God, am I choking? I’m chok- this. How many speeches I’ve written
suits that recycle every body fluid. If ing. Just like in “9 Kilometre.” and rewritten and delivered to the same
you don’t believe me, smell me. About deaf audience. Unlike you, I have
the water wars: the current winner isn’t HEY, SHOULDN’T I run into myself doing learned something from it.
in the G-20. Nor is it any of the other this? I expected three of us onstage, One theory says that history is set-
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
nations present. He’s a warlord called giving the same speech. This must prove tled because all time travel has already
SteelHeart the Oppressor, and he didn’t something about the nature of time, happened. I’d like to modify that: the
pick the name. If you’re a “status quo” but that’s above my pay grade. future is locked because you’re too use-
type, consider that a small nudge. Please get rid of the cows. less to change. Happy Earth Day.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 25
or what meteorologists refer to as an
ANNALS OF A WARMING PLANET omega block, because it resembles the
Greek letter. This led to what’s called,
LOST YOUTH
At Teen Challenge, a network of Christian nonprofits, young people are trapped in a shadow penal system.
BY RACHEL AVIV
n the spring of her freshman year from the facts of her life. Emma wor- first six weeks, she would be a Little
to trial, because staff and residents (or In May, 2020, Naomi Wood, a stu- hen I first began speaking with
their parents) sign a contract waiving
the “right to file a lawsuit in any civil
dent at the Lakeland Teen Challenge,
died. She had been throwing up, almost
W Emma, last spring, she assumed
that she was the only student at Teen
court.” Instead, the contract says that constantly, for more than twenty-four Challenge who had been forced to give
their “sole remedy” for any dispute will hours. On the last day of her life, Naomi, a child up for adoption. But, in my in-
be “Biblically based mediation” or Chris- who was born in Liberia and adopted terviews with more than sixty former
tian conciliation, a type of legal arbitra- by a family in Vermont, stayed in bed, students and staff, it became clear that
tion. A Times investigation in 2015 found and the staff left her alone for long her story was not unique. Help Unfor-
that religious-arbitration clauses, like stretches without checking on her, ac- tunate Girls, Inc., had been run by a
the one used at Teen Challenge, have cording to students and staff I inter- Republican socialite who, according to
created “an alternate system of justice” viewed. She was found in her bed, hav- a 1995 article in the Tampa Tribune, had
that is often “impervious to legal chal- ing fallen into what appeared to be a often boasted about “how many babies
lenges” and obstructs families not only coma. A staff member called an ambu- they had ‘saved.’” When Teen Challenge
from suing but from gathering facts. lance, but on the way to the hospital she took over the property, it seems to have
Teen Challenge has been in opera- died after having a seizure, though it’s continued the mission. (The lawyer rep-
tion for more than sixty years, but there still unclear what led to it. “Medical eval- resenting Teen Challenge said, “The
is little public record of what occurs in uation is consistent with delay in seek- program has no records” of Emma’s being
its facilities. A kind of collective amne- ing care and medical neglect,” a report forced to give up her child for adoption,
sia is fostered not only by the contract by the Florida Department of Children adding, “Teen Challenge does not pro-
but by the culture. Once students leave and Families read. After Naomi’s death, vide counsel regarding adoption. Any
some programs, their friends are not al- her closest friends said, they were put on concerns related to youth pregnancy are
lowed to refer to them by name. Jas- Relationship Restriction. Fitzpatrick, the handled by the parents with their child.”)
mine Smith, who worked at the Lake- former staff member, told me, “We weren’t Deanna Doucette was the first preg-
land Teen Challenge until last winter, allowed to have memorials for her, be- nant girl to attend the home after Teen
told me, “We had to refer to people who cause they didn’t want the girls reflect- Challenge took over. She arrived in 2001,
left the program as ‘a past student’ or ‘a ing on the past.” Smith said, “It felt as if when she was fourteen. A few weeks
past staff.’” Fitzpatrick, the former staff her passing was swept under the rug.”(A from her due date, she snuck out of a
member, said that she was forbidden to lawyer for Teen Challenge denied that window and ran away to a gas station,
communicate with employees who had students were discouraged from discuss- where she called her boyfriend, the fa-
resigned or been fired. She had to un- ing the past, that Naomi’s friends were ther of her child. But before help ar-
friend them on Facebook. Fitzpatrick put on Relationship Restriction, and that rived the police showed up and returned
worries that Teen Challenge will pre- employees couldn’t communicate with her to Teen Challenge. In the car, she
vent her from getting new jobs, and she former staff members. He also said that told the officers, “Don’t take me back—
told me, “Even doing this interview, I’m Teen Challenge doesn’t restrict students’ they’re forcing me to give away my baby.”
shaking—I didn’t realize the fear.” eye contact, or their distance from one Five months were added to her program
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at Teen Challenge, for running away. can read all the messages. In the emails, to exit Teen Challenge, she couldn’t even
Several months after giving up her she expresses her love, reminisces about ask her former teachers for a job refer
child, Deanna was assigned a Little Sister, how he responded to her voice when ence. She felt that she had been a “pawn
Amber Foster, who was seventeen and he was in the womb, and jokes about in their industry,” she said. But, she added,
pregnant. Amber had been ordered to which subjects in school (writing, not “at Teen Challenge, I had very vivid ex
the Lakeland Teen Challenge by a court, math) she might be able to help him periences where I felt I encountered God,
for “runaway behavior.” She was aware with. When he was four years old she and that’s been the most complicated
that her Big Sister had given up her child wrote, “I wish I could describe to you part—untangling what I actually believe.”
for adoption, but, she told me, “I never what it’s like to miss someone you’ve Emma met with Greg and Essie Del
knew what her intention had been, be known only for a brief moment.” Valle, the directors of Teen Challenge
cause there was no conversation about it, As soon as Emma graduated from when she was there, and asked for their
even in the whispers of the night.” Amber Teen Challenge, she joined a church af advice. “Greg put his hand on my shoul
was determined to keep her baby, but she filiated with the Assemblies of God, be der and said, ‘I equipped you to leave a
said that the directors at that time—they coming a worship leader. “I was stuck in warrior. Why are you being defeated right
are now the directors of a Teen Chal this mindset of doing whatever Teen now?’” she told me. She felt as if she was
lenge in Seale, Alabama—told her, “Just Challenge thought was the right thing,” being blamed for her depression. “I walked
like Mary gave up her son, you’re mak she said. She repeatedly applied for jobs away from that meeting feeling like I
ing this ultimate sacrifice.” at Teen Challenge, but she was never knew nothing,” she said. “I was doing ev
As soon as Amber surrendered her hired. Instead, she supported herself by erything they wanted me to, and I was
son, she tried to withdraw her consent working as a florist and at a call center. still miserable. That was the start of feel
for the adoption. But her movements She and another leader at church got ing like, These people don’t care.”
were so controlled that she was unable married and, in 2015, when she was nine She drifted away from her church
to mail a form that allowed her to revoke teen, she discovered that she was preg community. “I don’t feel like I belong
her consent up to five days after relinquish nant. She contemplated an abortion, but, anywhere,” she wrote in her journal. “Not
ing her rights. Seven weeks later, she left when she told her friends from church with the mothers . . . not with the church.”
Teen Challenge—she had turned eigh that she didn’t feel equipped to raise a She tried to see her life in new terms,
teen, and the juvenile court no longer had child yet, they told her, “Well, no one is without the lurking fear of eternal
jurisdiction over her case. She immedi ready to have a kid.” punishment. “Literally, my fear was burst
ately tried to file a petition with the circuit After she gave birth, to a daughter, ing in flames and being left behind in
court that had handled her adoption, say she fell into a suicidal depression. “My the Rapture,” she said. She moved out
ing that she had given up her son “under daughter was the sweetest, smartest, fi of her husband’s house—he kept cus
duress” and “by means of deception.” By eriest little thing, but I didn’t feel a bond tody of their daughter, but Emma still
the time her petition was received, though, with her,” she told me. “I had gone through visited—and into an apartment with her
the window for challenging the legiti this experience of completely extinguish best friend and her friend’s boyfriend.
macy of the adoption had closed. “I still ing all my maternal feelings, and I felt like For the first time in years, she told her
think about it every day,” she told me. I was incapable of love.” In a letter to her son in a letter, she was “surrounded by
“My child was stolen from me.” son, she wrote, “I don’t think people who love me.”
Five years later, Samantha Oscar, a there is a single soul I know On her son’s ninth birth
student at the Lakeland Teen Challenge, that understands how I feel. day, in 2020, she wrote, “I
watched her best friend go through the Caged, incapable, silenced.” have finally started talking
same experience. She is still haunted by A therapist who was about it . . . about the pain
the way her friend sobbed after return trained as a Christian coun of giving you away against
ing from the hospital without her child. sellor recommended that she my will.” She found herself
“They had told her, ‘If you don’t give up tackle her depression by feeling sympathy for her bi
your child, you are bringing shame on going to an adult Teen Chal ological mother, who had
yourself,’” she said. “Once she did, they lenge, in Davie, Florida. gone through periods of
just tried to act like it didn’t happen. It Emma called Brittany Hotte, incarceration and homeless
was, like, ‘Move on, forget your daugh her closest friend from Teen ness and was so removed
ter. She’s not yours.’” Challenge, and asked if she could bor from any medical support system that,
row money for the program. Brittany told Emma assumed, abortion would not
very year, Emma writes an email her, “For the love of God, you absolutely have felt like an option. Emma tried to
E to her son on his birthday. She isn’t
allowed to contact him—his adoptive
cannot do that.” A few years earlier, Brit
tany had graduated from a Teen Chal
search for her, even hiring a private in
vestigator, but her mother had left few
parents did not end up permitting a re lenge leadership program, but she had traces. “What kind of softened my heart
lationship, as she had hoped—but she become disillusioned by the cultlike as to her was seeing the parallels in our
has created a Gmail address to which pects of the organization. When she even stories,” Emma told me. “We were two
she sends her letters. After her son be tually left, she realized that she had no generations of women who were, in
comes a legal adult, she plans to give formal education or training, and, be some form or fashion, limited in our
him the password to the account, so he cause she felt shunned for her decision freedom to decide to be mothers.”
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On January 30, 1969, on the roof of London’s Apple building, the Beatles played in public for the last time. When the set of new
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songs was over, John Lennon thanked the crowd gathered below: “I hope we’ve passed the audition.”
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arly evening in late summer, the close you can be to someone like that.” and his daughter North, came out of
fan base is the general population. There like the Beacon, in Manhattan; Mc- team combed through sixty hours of
are myriad ways in which people betray Cartney sells out Dodger Stadium and Beatles film and even more audiotape
their pleasure in encountering him—de- the Tokyo Dome. from more than half a century ago to
scribing their favorite songs, asking for He continues to write and record, tell the story anew.
selfies and autographs, or losing their just as he continues to breathe—“It’s The lights in the back yard went
composure entirely. what I do,” he told me. Recently, “Mc- down. An audience of luminaries turned
This effect extends to friends and Cartney III Imagined,” a remix of his into dozens of anonymous silhouettes.
peers. Billy Joel, who has sold out Mad- latest album, was No. 1 on Billboard’s First came a short, featuring Jackson,
ison Square Garden more than a hun- Top Rock Albums Chart. Although he who made his name and fortune with
dred times, has spent Hamptons after- admits that he’s “not very big” on hip- the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, speak-
noons over the years with McCartney. hop, he once holed up at the Beverly ing to us from his studio in New Zea-
Still, Joel told me, “he’s a Beatle, so there’s Hills Hotel with Kanye West to col- land. He explained that he had relied
an intimidation factor. You encounter laborate on a few songs. West’s “Only on cutting-edge techniques to enhance
someone like Paul and you wonder how One,” inspired by his late mother, Donda, the soundtrack and the imagery. And,
42 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
even in the opening images of “Get I might as well have told my father lic performers with rigorous regimens
Back,” Twickenham seemed less gloomy, that my classmate’s father was the Prince of selfcare—he is a notably youthful
the Beatles more antic and engaged. of Wales. version of it. There are now gray streaks
Gone was the funereal tone. “They put Wilson, my father explained, was the in his hair, though it’s still cut in a fash
some joy in!” Ringo Starr told me later. most elegant pianist in jazz. He had ion that is at least Beatleadjacent. In
“That was always my argument—we played with Billie Holiday, Louis Arm the elevator to the second floor, we went
were laughing and angry.” Jackson was strong, Lester Young. In the midthirties, through the ritual exchange of vaccine
clearly in synch with McCartney’s hope he joined Benny Goodman, Lionel assurances and peeled off our masks.
that the new documentary would alter Hampton, and Gene Krupa, forming a McCartney has slight pillows of jowl,
the narrative about his life and the final swingera quartet that was as remark but he remains trim. Most mornings,
days of perhaps the biggest popcultural able for its integration as it was for its he said, he works out while watching
phenomenon of the twentieth century. syncopated wildness. In 1973, my class “American Pickers,” hosted for more
mate invited my father and me and some than twenty seasons by two guys, Mike
o retrieve the memories and sen friends to the opening of the Newport and Frank, roaming the country and
T sations of the past, Proust relied
mainly on the taste of crumbly cakes
Jazz Festival at Carnegie Hall, where the
old Goodman quartet was reuniting. We
searching for junk and treasure. He
mimicked their line: “How much are
moistened with limeblossom tea. The were allowed backstage beforehand, shyly you going to want for that?”
rest of humanity relies on songs. Songs watching as Teddy Wilson massaged his No one in the public eye lacks van
are emotionally charged and brief, so hands and fingers and slowly rotated his ity, but McCartney is knowing about
we remember them whole: the melody, wrists. “I ask my fingers to do a lot,” he it. We reached a large sitting room, and,
the hook, the lyrics, where we were, said, “but these days they don’t always as he plopped down on the couch, a
what we felt. And they are emotionally answer in time.” hearing aid sprang out of his right ear.
adhesive, especially when they’re en He rolled his eyes and, with a complicit
countered in our youth. ne afternoon this summer, I went smile, used his index finger to push the
Even now I can remember riding in
a van, at five, six years of age, headed
O to meet McCartney at his mid
town office, a town house near the Zieg
wormy apparatus back in place. The
space is decorated with just a few me
to Yavneh Academy, in Paterson, New feld Theatre. It was a hot Saturday, and mentos: a deluxe edition of “Ram,” his
Jersey, and listening to “She Loves You” the Delta variant had broomed away second solo album; a small photograph
on someone’s transistor radio. The older most of the tourists and weekend wan of McCartney and Nancy Shevell with
boys wore Beatle haircuts or acrylic derers. Although I was early, he was the Obamas taken the night he per
Beatle wigs. Neither option looked par there at the reception desk to greet me. formed for them at the White House;
ticularly dashing with a yarmulke. McCartney is seventynine, but—in a brick from the rubble of Shea Stadium;
My father, an exceedingly quiet man, the way we’ve grown to expect of pub a striking portrait of Jimi Hendrix taken
found his deepest connection with me
through music. And, because he did me
the honor of listening to the Beatles, I
listened when he played records that he
said figured into what seemed so new:
Gilbert and Sullivan, English musichall
tunes, Rodgers and Hammerstein, Rod
gers and Hart, the jazz of the thirties
and forties, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly,
Little Richard. In the same spirit of ex
change, we watched Beatlemania take
shape on television—news footage from
Shea Stadium and airport press confer
ences. My father did not fail to men
tion that all the hysteria reminded him
of a skinny Italian American singer from
Hoboken. But this, he admitted, was
much bigger.
Some years later, I began to see how
music, and the stories of musicians, could
play an uncanny role in our lives. One
afternoon, I came home from my high
school to report that a friend of mine
was the son of a piano player. “He says
his father is someone named Teddy Wil
son,” I added. “Now you will be the accountant to the fishes.”
by McCartney’s first wife, Linda, who her whistling in the kitchen,” he said. onstage who had real presence and tal-
died of breast cancer in 1998. And when she became ill, he went on, ent. After the set, McCartney got him-
In our conversations, McCartney “I remember her sort of seeming a little self an introduction; the kid’s name was
struck me as charming and shrewd, an bit tired, a little bit pale, but we were too John Lennon. McCartney nervily asked
entertainer eager to please but intent young to make anything of it.” The word to have a go at his guitar, banging out
on setting the story straight. He has “cancer” was never spoken. “There were a credible version of Eddie Cochran’s
navigated a life with little precedent, all sorts of little euphemisms. But one “Twenty Flight Rock.”
one in which a few home-town friends thing I remember vividly was on the bed- They had more in common than their
played a pivotal role in the rise of rock clothes there was some blood.” It was a talent and ambition. Lennon’s mother,
and roll, the invention of the teen-ager, moment of realization: “Oh, God, this Julia, died after being hit by a car, in 1958.
youth culture, and the sixties. Not every- is worse than I’d been thinking.” (His father left the family when John
one took part in global Beatlemania— His father, Jim, was a cotton sales- was a child.) Lennon, more than a year
there were not many Black fans in the man and an amateur jazz musician. Al- older than McCartney, masked his wound
Shea Stadium news footage—but the though Paul grew up in Liverpool on a with cocksure wit. And now he made a
band was at the center of the closest working-class housing estate, he went cunning, history-altering calculation. “It
thing we’d ever had to a pop monocul- to a good secondary school where he went through my head that I’d have to
ture after the Second World War. The caught the bug for literature from his keep him in line if I let him join,” Len-
rewards for this have been unimag- teacher Alan Durband, who had stud- non said years later, “but he was good,
inable, and yet, even at this late date, ied with F. R. Leavis at Cambridge. But, so he was worth having.” McCartney
McCartney wants the history of the after a “pretty idyllic” childhood, his was now part of the band.
Beatles and his place in it to come out mother’s death cast a pall over the house Not long afterward, McCartney
right. This is clearly part of the mo- that lasted for many months. Paul could brought in a school friend, George Har-
tivation for “Get Back,” and for the hear “this sort of muffled sobbing com- rison, a younger guitar player. “George
publication of “The Lyrics: 1956 to the ing from the next room, and the only was the baby,” McCartney says. In 1960,
Present,” a new two-volume compen- person in that room was your dad.” the Quarry Men renamed themselves
dium in which McCartney provides His own room was filling with music. the Beatles and, two years later, nicked
the personal and musical stories be- In “The Lyrics,” McCartney talks about a crack drummer from Rory Storm and
hind a hundred and fifty-four of his his delight early on in matching a de- the Hurricanes named Richard Starkey,
songs. Robert Weil, the editor-in-chief scending chord progression (G to G7 who went by Ringo Starr. All were work-
of Liveright, pursued McCartney for to C) with an ascending melody and ing-class Liverpudlians (though John
years to do the book and, in the end, speculates that he might have picked was posher, Ringo poorer). They had
helped put him together with the poet up maneuvers like that from listening grown up listening to Frank Sinatra and
Paul Muldoon, who conducted dozens to his father, who had led Jim Mac’s Billy Cotton on the BBC. They heard
of interviews. Jazz Band—and from his “aunties” sing- their first rock-and-roll performers—
The resulting collection of essays is ing at holiday parties at home. In those Bill Haley, Elvis Presley, the Everly
arranged alphabetically, as if to defy any days, though, a kid playing his first Brothers, Little Richard, Fats Domino,
obvious arc to McCartney’s evolution, chords on a guitar and furtively writ- Ivory Joe Hunter—on Radio Luxem-
and to dissuade the reader from thinking bourg, a commercial station that broad-
that matters peaked in the summer of cast American music. They liked what
1969, with “The End.” The oldest song McCartney calls the “slim and elegant”
in the anthology is “I Lost My Little shape of Chuck Berry’s songwriting.
Girl,” composed on a Zenith guitar, in Together, they figured out guitar chords
1956, when McCartney was fourteen. as if they were ancient runes. When
“You wouldn’t have to be Sigmund Freud Paul and George heard that someone
to recognize that the song is a very di- across town knew the fingering for the
rect response to the death of my mother,” B7 chord—the essential chord to go
he says. His mother, a midwife named with E and A for every blues-based song
Mary, had succumbed to breast cancer ing his first lyrics was unusual. To turn in the rock repertoire—they got on a
earlier that year. McCartney told me this lonely preoccupation into some- bus to meet the guy and learn it.
that he didn’t have many pictures of his thing bigger, he had to go out looking First in Liverpool, and then for seven,
mother, although he recalls her ap- for a friend and a band. eight hours a night in Hamburg, the
proaching him with a red rubber tube On July 6, 1957, McCartney, now fif- Beatles cut their teeth, learning scores
and a bowl of soapy water telling him teen, rode his bike to a nearby fair to of covers and building a reputation.
it was time for an enema. “I was crying hear a local skiffle group called the Quarry When they grew bored with singing
and begging to not have this torture!” Men. He paid the threepence admission other people’s songs and wanted to avoid
he said. But Mary––the “Mother Mary” and watched them play “Come Go with overlapping with the set lists of other
of “Let It Be”––occupies a sainted place Me,” by the Del Vikings, as well as “Mag- bands on the bill, they became more se-
in his mind. gie Mae” and “Bring a Little Water, Syl- rious about their own songwriting. At
“One nice memory I have of her is vie.” He noticed that there was one kid first, the songs were nothing special.
44 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
McCartney heard Joey Dee’s hit “Pepper-
mint Twist” and answered it, writing
“Pinwheel Twist.” But the seeds of orig-
inality were there. Lennon had worked
out “One After 909,” which ended up
on the “Let It Be” album, when he was
about fifteen. “Fancy Me Chances with
You,” a comic song they slapped together
in 1958, ended up on the “Get Back”
tapes, complete with exaggerated Scouse
accents. What was clear from the start
was that writing would be a matter of
Lennon and McCartney.
“I remember walking through Wool-
ton, the village where John was from,
and saying to John, ‘Look, you know, it
should just be you and me who are the
writers,’” McCartney recalled. “We never
said, ‘Let’s keep George out of it,’ but it
was implied.”
BY ANTHONY LANE
big welcome back to 007. The end up being milked by Uncle Sam? starred but not yet broken by incom
low the same scent—not by the Brit at his side. The new film finds him in geted with nasty nanobots. Safin, nat
ish government but by the C.I.A., in the same car, with the same passenger, urally, gets hold of Heracles, and pre
the person of Felix Leiter ( Jeffrey in a slightly trickier environment: a pares to unleash it everywhere. It’s up
Wright). Who’d have guessed that the hilltop town in Italy, with his enemies to Bond—with a little help from Q
cream of Her Majesty’s spies would circling and his bulletproof windows (Ben Whishaw), the Royal Navy, the
56 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
Cary Joji Fukunaga’s film stars Daniel Craig, in his final appearance as James Bond, and Léa Seydoux.
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loyal Nomi, and, yes, a submersible tion to Craig, though, “No Time to Die”
glider—to save the day. Plus, if pos- leans so relentlessly on his earlier Bond
sible, himself. films that anyone who never saw them,
or failed to take copious notes, will be
here are many surprises in “No stranded. You mean you’ve forgotten
T Time to Die.” The major ones I
would scorn to reveal, even if you trained
that Madeleine’s father was Mr. White,
introduced in “Casino Royale” (2006)?
a laser on my undercarriage or suspended Shame on you!
A DV ERTISE ME NT
me over a tank of unfed sharks. Less The problem with “No Time to Die”
important, but equally unexpected, are is that it’s all about itself, and the tug
the glitches in continuity: Bond driv- of its own origins. Such is the current
ing directly from labyrinthine Italian mode: we live under the spell of long-
streets to a railroad station, on the flat, form television, and of the Marvel uni-
in what looks like another town entirely, verse, both of which woo us with re-
or emerging from a foggy Norwegian curring characters and reward us for the
WHAT’S THE forest into a nice bright day. A happier stamina of our emotional investment.
BIG IDEA? shock is the disclosure that Q has a cat,
of the hairless variety. (“You know, they
You could argue that no form has been
longer than Bond’s, but the changes
Small space has big rewards. come with fur these days,” Bond re- of cast—the actors playing 007, M, Q,
marks.) Maybe Q had cats all along— Moneypenny, and Blofeld—have re-
pussies galore!—and kept us in the dark. freshed the fun, and each movie, by and
The plot, too, is crawling with twists, large, has stood alone. Not so the new
yet we soon grasp, all too clearly, where film, which throbs with old wounds.
it’s heading: du côté de chez Swann. It It’s often exciting, but there’s something
TO FIND OUT MORE, CONTACT turns out that Madeleine has a daugh- inward and agonized about the thrills,
JILLIAN GENET | 305.520.5159
jgenet@zmedia-inc.com ter, named Mathilde (Lisa-Dorah Son- and the insouciance of Connery’s epoch,
net). “She’s not yours,” Madeleine says for better or worse, seems like ancient
to Bond, reassuringly, yet the kid does history. “No Time to Die” has a heavy
have blue eyes, like his, and he is so heart, and right now, more than ever,
drawn to her that, in the heat of the fi- we could use a light one. As we trickle
nale, he—the sort of fellow who used back to cinemas, is it merely frivolous
to blow up a volcano before breakfast— to hope that a James Bond flick should
pauses to retrieve her knitted toy, Dou leave us feeling cheered up?
Dou, and tucks it into his suspenders. Still, let us give thanks for what we
Lucky for Dou Dou, of course, but what have. Listen to M, for a start, as he is-
does this herald for the brand of Bond? sues a command: “Q, hack into Blofeld’s
Wear our new Everyone agrees that the age of the lady- bionic eye”—a strong candidate for the
official hat to show killer is dead, unmourned, but are we most Bond-tastic line ever spoken. (Top
your love. ready for Bond the babysitter?
Fans will fret, and, as if to assuage
marks to Fiennes for saying it with a
straight face.) Best and blithest of all
them, Fukunaga piles on the retro treats: is Bond’s trip to Cuba, where he teams
a guest appearance from Blofeld (Chris- up with a novice agent named Paloma.
toph Waltz), for one thing, and multi- She is played by Ana de Armas, who
ple morsels of Bonds past. As in “Sky- is Havana-born, and who consorted
fall” (2012), someone is trapped under so nimbly with Craig in “Knives Out”
a frozen lake, and the bunker where (2019). Now, in evening dress, and in
Safin breeds his toxins resembles the extreme peril, Paloma and Bond have
mega-garage where the madman in to shoot their way out of trouble, though
“The Spy Who Loved Me” (1977) not before pausing for a brace of vodka
parked his stolen submarines. In a trib- Martinis. Paloma drains most of hers
ute to “On Her Majesty’s Secret Ser- in a single glug. Mid-mayhem, they
vice” (1969), we get an Aston Martin pause again to refuel, with a quick tot
100% cotton twill. DBS, a reprise of Louis Armstrong in of something at the bar, before getting
Available in white, navy, and black. the end credits, and, during a conver- back to work. What bliss: in the depths
sation between Bond and M beside the of a wry and disconsolate film, it’s like
Thames, a gentle echo of John Barry’s watching Fred and Ginger. “You were
newyorkerstore.com/hats
electronic score. (How I miss Barry. excellent,” Bond tells Paloma as they
Would the myth of Bond even have part. She smiles and replies, “You, too.”
survived without him?) As a valedic- And so say all of us.
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with lemon brandy really is delicious.
BOOKS Colwin was most prolific as a fiction
writer—she published five novels and
SEASON TO TASTE
three story collections—but it is her cu-
linary legacy that has aged best. When
she died from an aortic aneurysm, in
Laurie Colwin’s recipe for being yourself in the kitchen. 1992, at the age of forty-eight, some four
hundred heartbroken letters arrived at
BY RACHEL SYME Gourmet, and nearly a thousand people
crammed into her memorial service in
Manhattan, many of whom had encoun-
tered her only through her writing. In
the decades since, Colwin has become a
saintly figure among a certain type of
eager, urbane home cook who uses real
butter and has at some point hosted an
impromptu dinner for six. The tone of
today’s food blogs is more casual than
clucking, but, as a 2014 piece in the Times
noted, there is still a “guardian-angel-
style attachment” to Colwin’s strict ethos
in the kitchen. And now Vintage and
Harper Perennial are reissuing her work,
including “Home Cooking,” “More
Home Cooking,” and all her fiction.
As a food writer and a fiction writer,
Colwin is a bard of burgeoning adult-
hood. Her forte is firsts: first shitty job,
first apartment, first poached egg, first
marriage, first affair, first homemade loaf
of bread. She wrote about people with
minds and lives not yet fully cooked, who
are nervous about what everything will
look like when it finally comes out of
the oven. For much of Colwin’s twen-
ties—the era of her own firsts—she lived
in a tiny West Village apartment with
Colwin embraced the experimental, and even failures could be “triumphant.” two stove burners and no kitchen sink.
In “Home Cooking,” she describes the
n “Home Cooking,” a collection of es- (“I don’t love it”). She wasn’t a polished best meal she ever ate there, after a night
I says first published in 1988, Laurie
Colwin states one opinion after another,
homemaker in the Betty Crocker tradi-
tion or a highly technical haute-cuisine
of heavy drinking, when a friend arrived
bearing four veal scallops, two pears, a
as plainly as boiled potatoes. “Grilling is enthusiast like Julia Child, and though bunch of arugula, and a round of Bour-
like sunbathing,” she announces. “Every- she was a working woman in New York, sault cheese. “We got out the card table
one knows it is bad for you but no one she didn’t fit the type who returned from and set it, and washed the arugula in the
ever stops doing it.” Along with outdoor the office to a sad fridge full of SlimFast. bathtub,” Colwin writes. That night, she
cooking, outdoor dining is out, too: “I Colwin spoke, first and foremost, to squeezed comfort out of constraint, put-
do not like to eat al fresco. No sane per- harried middle-class cooks, assuring them ting in the effort despite a pounding
son does, I feel.” During Colwin’s brief that their inner “domestic sensualist” was headache, because with Colwin just the
career, and then well beyond it, count- within reach: you could be both a hedo- right amount of effort—enough to dirty
less readers and cooks have aspired to nist and a pragmatist if you mastered a a dish but not zap your conversational
her idiosyncratic recipe for sanity and few basic techniques, and splurged on a energy—is always what’s required.
self-reliance. Its ingredients were laid out few not so basic ingredients. Through
COURTESY RF JURJEVICS
primarily in her columns for Gourmet her writing, at once bossy and intimate, olwin was born in 1944 into a Jew-
(which “Home Cooking” collects), and,
if Colwin’s opinions were bluntly put,
Colwin barged into kitchens and made
herself at home, the kind of cook who
C ish family in New York. They
moved around—Manhattan, Chicago,
they weren’t obvious: she insisted that grabs the spoon and starts mixing the Long Island, Philadelphia—and what
simple chicken salad had “a certain batter her way. And you won’t be irked remained consistent throughout was
glamour,” but rarely extolled chocolate for long: her brown-sugar gingerbread food. Colwin’s father brought home
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smoked butterfish from Barney Green- in 1969, when she was twenty-five years committing to her beau, she is resolute
grass on the Upper West Side, and took old. (That story, “The Man Who in her decorative decisions: “She de-
Laurie and her sister crabbing at Blue Jumped Into the Water,” follows a teen- canted everything into glass and on her
Point, Long Island. Her mother taught age girl grappling with the suicide of a long kitchen shelves were row upon row
her to make comforting staples like beloved neighbor.) Her fiction tends to of jars containing soap, pencils, cookies,
potato pancakes, and may also have be about well-off, well-educated white salt, tea, paper clips, and dried beans.
taught her to form and follow strong Manhattanites, who, despite leading She could tell if one of her arrangements
opinions about food; every year, Lau- mostly charming, puff-pastry lives, are was off by so much as a sixteenth of an
rie’s birthday cake was “decorated with filled with dread that their luck could inch and she corrected it.” What gives
sugar roses, not buttercream, because one day disappear. Colwin, who wrote Colwin’s work electric tension is that
my mother believes that buttercream many of her novels while living in then she cannot quite decide where to place
turns in the hot weather.” grimy Chelsea, rarely ventured above her sympathies. She, too, loves beauti-
During high school, Colwin trans- midtown, but her protagonists—most ful things; one imagines that, like Holly,
formed her bedroom into a salon, host- of them women—typically orbit in up- she has felt “the urge to straighten paint-
ing friends and smoking plenty of cig- town crowds (and trot about the city at ings in others people’s houses”—and
arettes. She went to Bard College for night, even during its grittiest years). may not always have restrained herself.
a while, and then to Columbia, but These women are searchers, restless Yet she also seems to understand that
she hated school and never graduated. and often underpaid, and chronic in- these frivolous concerns are covering up
Before she dropped out, she found terrogators of their own romantic and a void. Everything is in the right place,
herself involved in the 1968 campus domestic instincts. Should they marry? except the characters themselves, stuck
uprising, less as a protester than as a Have children? Move to the country? between their wants and their needs.
hostess, bringing giant trays of peanut- Colwin’s abiding love of party-giving Nowhere is this disjuncture more
butter and tuna-fish sandwiches to manifests in many of her characters as evident than in love and marriage. Col-
students on the front lines. To anyone a kind of aesthetic tyranny, and her fic- win, who married the book editor Juris
who complained about the selection, tion shares the rarefied ambience of the Jurjevics when she was thirty-nine (later
she had a ready retort: “You’re sup- nineteenth-century English novelists than when most of her characters set-
posed to be eating paving stones like (Austen, Thackeray, Eliot) she admired. tle down), and stayed married until her
your comrades in Paris.” Someone Her protagonists may not know how death, could not stop writing about
slapped a piece of masking tape on her to live their lives, but they certainly adultery. Her characters have stylish,
sweatshirt that said “Kitchen/Colwin.” know how to furnish them. They’re sur- cosmopolitan affairs, meeting for clan-
“This, I feel, marked me for life,” she rounded by silver coffee-service sets, destine walks through art museums.
later wrote. mismatched porcelain, solid-oak desks, But infidelity, in her work, is almost
Colwin, a committed New Yorker elegant floral arrangements, and dishes never a life-ruining or cataclysmic event.
for her entire adulthood, started learn- of imported olives. It is a way of gently testing the strength
ing how to churn out gourmet meals “Happy All the Time” (1978), Col- or the weakness of an existing relation-
in her twenties, but she didn’t begin win’s second novel, follows two couples ship, of fine-tuning your domestic de-
writing food essays for a decade. She living in New York City as they fall in sires by venturing out.
wanted to be a novelist, and published love and move into ever-larger apart- Colwin’s characters are strivers—
her first short story in this magazine, ments. If Holly Sturgis is unsure about women who pride themselves on try-
ing as hard as they can, while still wor-
rying that they’re trying too hard. In
“Happy All The Time,” Misty Berko-
witz (whose husband describes her as
having “the only Jew at the dinner table
look”) can’t help but compare herself
to the perky Gem Jaspar: “Gem stood
for something—something effortless.
Something that did not have to invent
a personality in order to get by. . . . A
million silkworms would lay down their
lives so that Gem might have a shirt.
Grooms went home to small, mort-
gaged homes so that Gem might stable
her horse, and horses would be broken
so that Gem might ride. Innumerable
workers slaved anonymously so that
Gem might be properly equipped. All
Gem had to do was be.”
“That might be how you do things in Canada, but . . .” If, when it comes to romance, Col-
win’s characters are jealous and con-
fused, when it comes to food they are
stubborn and rhapsodic. Desire leaves BRIEFLY NOTED
these women constantly hungry; with
a good meal, at least, they can be briefly Speak, Silence, by Carole Angier (Bloomsbury). This biography
sated. In Colwin’s story “French Movie,” of W. G. Sebald, who died twenty years ago, at the age of
from a 1986 collection, Billy, a graduate fifty-seven, examines him using his own methods, with pa-
student hopelessly in love with a mar- tient excavation of unspoken traumas in his life and the lives
ried man, takes small comfort in the of those around him. Angier, who has written biographies of
Chinese restaurant where each step of Jean Rhys and Primo Levi, recounts Sebald’s insulated child-
their romance (and, eventually, its de- hood in the Bavarian Alps, his growing awareness of German
mise) is marked by “the same meal: flat atrocities, his academic career in England, and his sudden suc-
noodles with meat sauce, steamed broc- cess in middle age. In delicate readings of his work, she iden-
coli, and fried fish.” In “Family Happi- tifies sources—landlords, family members, schoolteachers, fel-
ness,” from 1982, which follows Polly low writers and artists—and demonstrates how his writing
Solo Miller Demarest, an Upper East stemmed from an ineluctable empathy with misfortune and
Side denizen in the throes of an affair from a persistent, unceasing exploration of historical mem-
with a louche painter, Colwin notes that ory and its limits.
juice in the Demarest household is al-
ways made fresh, because Polly’s father The Gold Machine, by Iain Sinclair (Oneworld). In 2019, Sin-
had believed that “liquid must never clair travelled with his daughter to northern Peru, to retrace
come into contact with paraffin, as in the footsteps of his great-grandfather Arthur. Arthur—sent
waxed cartons. The whole family backed there in 1891 by the Peruvian Corporation of London, to sur-
him on this point, and everyone was vey land for coffee colonies—wrote a book about his adven-
happy to take turns squeezing oranges tures, an assured Victorian narrative that belied the horrors of
and grapefruits in the old-fashioned colonialism. Those horrors are front and center in Sinclair’s
squeezer.” These rituals are grounding account, a nightmarish reckoning that invokes “Fitzcarraldo”
but fleeting, as food always is: meals and “Heart of Darkness.” Impeccably researched, the text nev-
come to an end; vegetables wither and ertheless feels unreal, moving uneasily between past and pres-
wilt in the fridge. ent and drawing parallels between colonialism and tourism.
The Sinclairs find themselves—like the indigenous Asháninka,
s there any enduring consolation? whose ancestors were forced to labor in the colonies—“wan-
I What people really want in life, Col-
win writes in “Home Cooking,” is “an
dering at a loss through this desert of discredited dreams.”
enormous return on a small investment. A Single Rose, by Muriel Barbery, translated from the French by
Almost the only situation in which this Alison Anderson (Europa). Early in this Zen-inspired novel,
is possible is cooking.” In the kitchen, Rose, a botanist living in Paris, is summoned to Kyoto for the
she discovered—and hoped her read- reading of her father’s will. Rose never met her father, a Jap-
ers would, too—that recipes didn’t sim- anese art dealer, but he turns out to have hired photographers
ply have to be followed; they could be to secretly document her life for him. Now, at his behest, his
invented. If romantic experiments could assistant guides Rose on a tour of gardens, temples, and restau-
provide eventual insight, culinary ones rants designed to reveal the heart of Japan. At Buddhist sites,
yielded instant results. Effort didn’t she is engulfed with a “tide of sadness mingled with flashes of
guarantee success—the soufflé might pure happiness,” and extolls the perfection of the “stillness of
collapse, the hollandaise might never motion of the absolute present.” The story is interspersed with
emulsify—but through the vibrancy aphoristic Japanese tales from various periods, as melancholy
and the personality of her food writ- is gradually transmuted into joy.
ing Colwin showed that, in some sense,
the work did always pay off. This kind Hard Like Water, by Yan Lianke, translated from the Chinese by
of knowledge led her to a distinctively Carlos Rojas (Grove). Gao Aijun, the narrator of this boister-
sure-footed approach, one she wanted ous novel, set during the Cultural Revolution, finds his life
to share with others. A beginner in the charmless: his village is like “a pool of stagnant water,” and his
kitchen, Colwin writes, should “call up wife makes him feel “a clump of cotton” in his throat. Then he
the best cook he or she knows and lis- meets a beautiful woman, also married, and, to attract her, sets
ten to what that person says. And then out to lead the “revolution” in their village. In speech larded
the novice should stick to it.” with Mao quotes and traditional maxims, Gao reveals how their
Colwin is regularly compared to her romance, fuelled by the feverish political climate, pitches the
contemporary Nora Ephron. They were village into ever-escalating extremism—a years-long parade of
both brunette Manhattanites with a self-advancing schemes culminating in an unthinkable end.
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keen ear for dialogue, a wry sense of when she made a pasta so gluey that of one story collection, “My mission was
humor, and killer vinaigrette recipes, but even her husband’s stoned friend no- to describe a certain kind of struggle.”
their spheres were distinct. Ephron, who ticed something was off. “Wouldn’t it Colwin’s titles are ironic—nobody is
had Hollywood money, often kicked off be groovy if we could dump this what- really “Happy All the Time.” A con-
her dinner parties in the storied Apthorp ever it is in the garbage and go out for summate doyenne who advises readers
building with pink champagne. One of dinner?” he wondered. (Colwin agreed.) that “it is wise to have someone you
Colwin’s favorite entertaining dishes With a novelist’s appreciation for a adore talking to in the kitchen,” Col-
was a hot dip made out of frozen spin- good story, she notes that “there is win is nevertheless often on her own.
ach, evaporated milk, jalapeños, and something triumphant about a really In one of her finest essays, “Alone in the
cubes of Monterey Jack cheese. Writ- disgusting meal. It lingers in the mem- Kitchen with an Eggplant,” she calls the
ing about pot roast, Colwin laments that ory with a lurid glow, just as something vegetable “the stove top cook’s strongest
when she was starting out as a home exalted is remembered with a kind of ally”—as if ingredients themselves were
cook “a substantial meat purchase mellow brilliance.” keeping her company. Cooking for her-
seemed as daunting as buying an er- self, she “fried it and stewed it, and ate
mine stole. Therefore I settled on the ltimately, the joy of reading Col- it crisp and sludgy, hot and cold.” She
cheaper chuck steak, cut thick, and I
stand by it.” It’s in part out of budget-
U win’s food writing is that she is
doing much more than teaching you
ate eggplant with honey and eggplant
with Chinese plum sauce. She “ate it at
ary concern, she says, that “Home Cook- how to function in front of a stove. my desk out of an old Meissen dish,
ing” includes so many chicken recipes. She has a few solid recipes—try the with my feet up on my wicker footrest
(Though Colwin, who was ahead of the corn-bread-and-prosciutto stuffing— as I watched the national news.” Years
curve when it came to certain healthy-eat- but her brusque kitchen style is really later, Colwin writes, once she didn’t have
ing trends, does suggest serving pricier a sly way of urging you to trust the to be alone, she still enjoyed this ritual.
“organic chicken,” in order to avoid strength of your convictions. About Today, her solo eggplant ceremony might
“feeding anabolic steroids to friends and cooking fried chicken, she writes, “Un- be labelled as “self-care” (Use the nice
loved ones.”) fortunately, most people think their china yourself! You deserve it!), but Col-
In “French Movie,” Billy, the grad method is best, but most people are win never offers recipes for total seren-
student, is fixated on her lover’s wealthy wrong.” (She’s against breading and ity; she is, after all, still watching the
wife: Billy “had heard three or four or deep-frying.) Still, her opinion wasn’t news while she eats. The pleasures of
five times the story of how Vera had the only one that mattered (the “spe- food, in her writing, are matter of fact.
packed an entire set of yellow French cific hatreds” of guests “should never be You get out of it what you put into it;
crockery into her suitcase by seamail- trifled with”), and she encouraged read- you’ll enjoy eating the cake precisely be-
ing all her clothes home from Paris.” By ers to form their own: experiment with cause you made it.
contrast, in “Home Cooking” Colwin spices, pick a favorite fish, bake a des- At the end of “Happy All the Time,”
suggests a minimalist approach to cook- sert enough times that you no longer the two couples escape New York and
ware. “Until I went to a tag sale and need to look at a recipe card to make end up in Salt Harbor. They stay at the
found a food mill for three dollars, the it. Competence was one of her goals, Scott’s Fisherman’s Inn, where guests
kitchen strainer and the wooden pestle but confidence was the real point. can rent “rooms with kitchens for those
were all I had to help me purée the soup If confidence was what allowed Col- inclined to eat their catch.” Colwin’s
or the vegetables,” she writes. win to deem a botched meal “trium- characters, of course, are inclined. The
Colwin’s gospel was simple, sump- phant,” it didn’t mean she lacked em- four friends are not fully at ease with
tuous food done well: potato salad, crusty pathy for those who lost hours, or even one another, but eating together is one
bread, beef-and-barley soup, shepherd’s years, to wayward mistakes both in and thing that comes naturally. Holly has
pie, chocolate wafers, zucchini fritters. out of the kitchen. “One of the things brought her own salad dressing from
She wasn’t particular about process. “If that bothers me about the way I am home, along with “four wooden candle-
you are civilized,” she wrote in one rec- viewed is that people say, ‘Oh, the books sticks and four beeswax candles.” She
ipe, “you can arrange the vegetables on have happy endings,’” Colwin said in a serves the group Lady Baltimore cake,
a plate and put the egg on top. If you 1990 interview. “There is not one single a preposterous and precarious construc-
are not, you can eat it right out of the happy ending in any book written by tion, filled with brandy and chopped
pot.” She had a taste for delicacies, rec- me. They are all unresolved endings.” dried figs and covered in frosting. They
ommending Bibb lettuce with chunks The format of a recipe might seem to enjoy a bottle of champagne, but when
of pâté de foie gras and lobster meat, guarantee more closure: you can make it’s finished “they were suddenly sad.”
but was never delicate about them: she Colwin’s cinnamon pears baked in a ta- Someone scrounges up another bottle,
proudly advertised this dish as “a salad gine perfectly on the first try, then serve and they are momentarily relieved, rais-
loaded with cholesterol and fat.” up a happy ending at every dinner party ing their glasses to “a truly wonderful
Colwin’s fans often gush about her thereafter. “Unless you want to live on life.” We know better than to trust this
anti-perfectionism in the kitchen. And cold cereal,” Colwin wrote of this des- toast; in the morning, they’ll have head-
it is true that Colwin is a generous sert, “there’s nothing easier.” But writ- aches. But for now the meal isn’t over.
apologist for gloppy casseroles and ing about ease, for Colwin, is also a way They believe what they say, and belief
grainy fondues. She recalls an evening of writing about difficulty. As she said can be very filling.
62 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
of other goods, from motorized skate-
A CRITIC AT LARGE boards to eco-friendly water bottles.
To keep this market churning, and to
GENERATION OVERLOAD
give the consulting industry something
to sell to firms trying to understand
(i.e., increase the productivity of ) their
Can we retire the concept? younger workers, we have invented a
concept that allows “youth culture” to
BY LOUIS MENAND be redefined periodically. This is the
concept of the generation.
The term is borrowed from human
reproductive biology. In a kinship struc-
ture, parents and their siblings consti-
tute “the older generation”; offspring
and their cousins are “the younger gen-
eration.”The time it takes, in our species,
for the younger generation to become
the older generation is traditionally said
to be around thirty years. (For the fruit
fly, it’s ten days.) That is how the term is
used in the Hebrew Bible, and Herod-
otus said that a century could be thought
of as the equivalent of three generations.
Around 1800, the term got trans-
planted from the family to society. The
new idea was that people born within
a given period, usually thirty years, be-
long to a single generation. There is no
sound basis in biology or anything else
for this claim, but it gave European sci-
entists and intellectuals a way to make
sense of something they were obsessed
with, social and cultural change. What
causes change? Can we predict it? Can
we prevent it? Maybe the reason soci-
eties change is that people change, every
thirty years.
Before 1945, most people who the-
orized about generations were talking
about literary and artistic styles and in-
he discovery that you can make cent of high-school-age Americans were tellectual trends—a shift from Roman-
T money marketing merchandise to
teen-agers dates from the early nine-
in school. (The figure for Western Eu-
rope was sixteen per cent.) Then, be-
ticism to realism, for example, or from
liberalism to conservatism. The sociol-
teen-forties, which is also when the tween 1956 and 1969, college enrollment ogist Karl Mannheim, in an influential
term “youth culture” first appeared in in the United States more than dou- essay published in 1928, used the term
print. There was a reason that those bled, and “youth” grew from a four-year “generation units” to refer to writers,
things happened when they did: high demographic to an eight-year one. By artists, and political figures who self-
school. Back in 1910, most young peo- 1969, it made sense that everyone was consciously adopt new ways of doing
ple worked; only fourteen per cent of talking about the styles and values and things. Mannheim was not interested
fourteen- to seventeen-year-olds were tastes of young people: almost half the in trends within the broader popula-
still in school. In 1940, though, that pro- population was under twenty-five. tion. He assumed that the culture of
portion was seventy-three per cent. A Today, a little less than a third of what he called “peasant communities”
social space had opened up between de- the population is under twenty-five, does not change.
pendency and adulthood, and a new but youth remains a big consumer base Nineteenth-century generational
demographic was born: “youth.” for social-media platforms, streaming theory took two forms. For some think-
The rate of high-school attendance services, computer games, music, fash- ers, generational change was the cause
kept growing. By 1955, eighty-four per ion, smartphones, apps, and all kinds of social and historical change. New
generations bring to the world new
Treating age cohorts like cultural units is more confusing than clarifying. ways of thinking and doing, and weed
ILLUSTRATION BY BEN WISEMAN THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 63
out beliefs and practices that have grown differences to be bright-line distinctions. can firms spent some seventy million
obsolete. This keeps society rejuvenated. People talk as though there were a unique dollars on generational consulting
Generations are the pulse of history. DNA for Gen X—what in the nine- (which doesn’t seem that much, actu-
Other writers thought that generations teenth century was called a generational ally). “What generational differences
were different from one another be- “entelechy”—even though the differ- exist in the workplace?” he asks. His an-
cause their members carried the im- ence between a baby boomer and a Gen swer: “Virtually none.”
print of the historical events they lived X-er is about as meaningful as the dif- Duffy is good at using data to take
through. The reason we have genera- ference between a Leo and a Virgo. apart many familiar generational char-
tions is that we have change, not the You could say the same things about acterizations. There is no evidence, he
other way around. decades, of course. A year is, like a bi- says, of a “loneliness epidemic” among
There are traces of both the pulse ological generation, a measurable thing, young people, or of a rise in the rate
hypothesis and the imprint hypothesis the time it takes the Earth to orbit the of suicide. The falling off in sexual
in the way we talk about generations sun. But there is nothing in nature that activity in the United States and the
today. We tend to assume that there is corresponds to a decade—or a century, U.K. is population-wide, not just among
a rhythm to social and cultural history or a millennium. Those are terms of the young.
that maps onto generational cohorts, convenience, determined by the fact He says that attitudes about gender
such that each cohort is shaped by, or that we have ten fingers. in the United States correlate more
bears the imprint of, major historical Yet we happily generalize about “the closely with political party than with
events—Vietnam, 9/11, COVID. But we fifties” and “the sixties” as having dra- age, and that, in Europe, anyway, there
also think that young people develop matically distinct, well, entelechies. De- are no big age divides in the recogni-
their own culture, their own tastes and cade-thinking is deeply embedded. For tion of climate change. There is “just
values, and that this new culture dis- most of us, “She’s a seventies person” about no evidence,” he says, that Gen-
places the culture of the generation that carries a lot more specific information eration Z (1997-2012, encompassing to-
preceded theirs. than “She’s Gen X.” By this light, gen- day’s college students) is more ethically
Today, the time span of a genera- erations are just a novel way of slicing motivated than other generations. When
tional cohort is usually taken to be up the space-time continuum, no more it comes to consumer boycotts and the
around fifteen years (even though the arbitrary, and possibly a little less, than like, “ ‘cancel culture’ seems to be more
median age of first-time mothers in the decades and centuries. The question, of a middle-age thing.” He worries that
U.S. is now twenty-six and of first-time therefore, is not “Are generations real?” generational stereotypes—such as the
fathers thirty-one). People born within The question is “Are they a helpful way characterization of Gen Z-ers as woke
that period are supposed to carry a bas- to understand anything?” snowflakes—are promoted in order to
ket of characteristics that differentiate fuel the culture wars.
them from people born earlier or later. obby Duffy, the author of “The
This supposition requires leaps of
faith. For one thing, there is no empir-
B Generation Myth” (Basic), says yes,
but they’re not as helpful as people think. T he woke-snowflake stereotype is
the target of “Gen Z, Explained”
ical basis for claiming that differences Duffy is a social scientist at King’s Col- (Chicago), a heartfelt defense of the
within a generation are smaller than dif- lege London. His argument is that gen- values and beliefs of contemporary
ferences between generations. (Do you erations are just one of three factors that college students. The book has four
have less in common with explain changes in attitudes, authors, Roberta Katz, Sarah Ogilvie,
your parents than with peo- beliefs, and behaviors. The Jane Shaw, and Linda Woodhead—
ple you have never met who others are historical events an anthropologist, a linguist, a histo-
happen to have been born and “life-cycle effects,” that rian, and a sociologist—and presents
a few years before or after is, how people change as they itself as a social-scientific study, in-
you?) The theory also seems age. His book illustrates, cluding a “methodological appendix.”
to require that a person born with a somewhat over- But it resembles what might be called
in 1965, the first year of Gen- whelming array of graphs journalistic ethnography: the portrayal
eration X, must have differ- and statistics, how events of social types by means of interviews
ent values, tastes, and life and aging interact with birth and anecdotes.
experiences from a person cohort to explain differences The authors adopt a key tenet of the
born in 1964, the last year in racial attitudes, happiness, pulse hypothesis. They see Gen Z-ers
of the baby-boom generation (1946-64). suicide rates, political affiliations—you as agents of change, a generation that
And that someone born in the last birth name it, for he thinks that his three fac- has created a youth culture that can
year of Gen X, 1980, has more in com- tors explain everything. transform society. (The fact that when
mon with someone born in 1965 or 1970 Duffy’s over-all finding is that peo- they finished researching their book, in
than with someone born in 1981 or 1990. ple in different age groups are much 2019, roughly half of Gen Z was under
Everyone realizes that precision dat- more alike than all the talk about gen- sixteen does not trouble them, just as
ing of this kind is silly, but although we erations suggests, and one reason for all the fact that at the time of Woodstock,
know that chronological boundaries can that talk, he thinks, is the consulting in 1969, more than half the baby-boom
blur a bit, we still imagine generational industry. He says that, in 2015, Ameri- generation was under thirteen doesn’t
64 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021
prevent people from making general-
izations about the baby boomers.)
Their book is based on hour-long
interviews with a hundred and twenty
students at three colleges, two in Cal-
ifornia (Stanford and Foothill College,
a well-regarded community college)
and one in the U.K. (Lancaster, a se-
lective research university). The authors
inform us that the interviewees were
chosen “by word of mouth and per-
sonal networking,” which sounds a lot
like self-selection. It is, in any event (as
they unapologetically acknowledge),
hardly a randomized sample.
The authors tell us that the inter-
views were conducted entirely by stu-
dent research assistants, which means
that, unless the research assistants
simply read questions off a list, there
was no control over the depth or the • •
direction of the interviews. There were
also some focus groups, in which stu- so the authors say that we don’t re- ical richness of this new concern. It
dents talked about their lives with, ally know what the survey respon- seems that Lily has a friend who is al-
mostly, their friends, an exercise per- dents meant by “male” and “female.” ways late to meet with her: “She ex-
formed in an echo chamber. Journal- Well, then, maybe they should have plained that while she of course wanted
ists, or popular ethnographers, would been asked. to honor and respect his unique iden-
at least have met and observed their The authors attribute none of the tity, choices, and lifestyle—including
subjects. It’s mystifying why the au- characteristics they identify as Gen Z his habitual tardiness—she was also
thors felt a need to distance them- to the imprint of historical events— frustrated by how that conflicted with
selves in this way, given how selec- with a single exception: the rise of the her sense that he was then not respect-
tive their sample was to begin with. World Wide Web. Gen Z is the first ing her identity and preference for
We are left with quotations detached “born digital” generation. This fact has timeliness.” The authors do not find
from context. Self-reporting is taken often been used to stereotype young this amusing.
at face value. people as screen-time addicts, captives The book’s big claim is that Gen
The authors supplemented the stu- of their smartphones, obsessed with Z-ers “may well be the heralds of new
dent interviews with a lexical glossary how they appear on social media, and attitudes and expectations about how
designed to pick out words and memes so on. The Internet is their “culture.” individuals and institutions can change
heavily used by young people, and with They are trapped in the Web. The au- for the better.” They have come up
two surveys, designed by one of the au- thors of “Gen Z, Explained” emphati- with new ways of working (collabo-
thors (Woodhead) and conducted by cally reject this line of critique. They rative), new forms of identity (fluid
YouGov, an Internet polling company, assure us that Gen Z-ers “understand and intersectional), new concepts
of eighteen- to twenty-five-year-olds both the potential and the downside of of community (diverse, inclusive,
in the United States and the U.K. technology” and possess “critical aware- non-hierarchical).
Where there is an awkward dis- ness about the technology that shapes Methodology aside, there is much
crepancy between the survey results their lives.” that is refreshing here. There is no rea-
and what the college students say in For the college students who were son to assume that younger people are
the interviews, the authors attempt interviewed (although not, evidently, for more likely to be passive victims of tech-
to explain it away. The YouGov sur- the people who were surveyed), a big nology than older people (that assump-
veys found that ninety-one per cent part of Gen Z culture revolves around tion is classic old person’s bias), and it
of all persons aged eighteen to twenty- identity. As the authors put it, “self- makes sense that, having grown up doing
five, American and British, identify labeling has become an imperative that everything on a computer, Gen Z-ers
as male or female, and only four per is impossible to escape.” This might have a fuller understanding of the dig-
cent as gender fluid or nonbinary. (Five seem to suggest a certain degree of ital universe than analog dinosaurs do.
per cent declined to answer.) This self-absorption, but the authors assure The dinosaurs can say, “You don’t know
does not match the impression cre- us that these young people “are self- what you’re missing,” but Gen Z-ers
ated by the interviews, which suggest identified and self-reliant but markedly can say, “You don’t understand what
that there should be many more fluid not self-centered, egotistical, or selfish.” you’re getting.”
and nonbinary young people out there, “Lily” is offered to illustrate the eth- The claim that addiction to their
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 65
devices is the cause of a rise in men- Yorker ran a thirty-nine-thousand-word hyperconscious of their choices and val-
tal disorders among teen-agers is a lot piece that began: ues and saw themselves as being in re-
like the old complaint that listening There is a revolution under way . . . It is volt against the bad thinking and failed
to rock and roll turns kids into ani- now spreading with amazing rapidity, and al- practices of previous generations. The
mals. The authors cite a recent study ready our laws, institutions, and social structure folks who showed up for the Summer
(not their own) that concludes that are changing in consequence. Its ultimate cre- of Love were not a representative sam-
the association between poor mental ation could be a higher reason, a more human ple of sixties youth.
community, and a new and liberated individual.
health and eating potatoes is greater This is the revolution of the new generation. Most young people in the sixties did
than the association with technology not practice free love, take drugs, or pro-
use. We’re all in our own fishbowls. The author was a forty-two-year-old Yale test the war in Vietnam. In a poll taken
We should hesitate before we pass Law School professor named Charles in 1967, when people were asked whether
judgment on what life is like in the Reich, and the piece was an excerpt from couples should wait to have sex until they
fishbowls of others. his book “The Greening of America,” were married, sixty-three per cent of
The major problem with “Gen Z, which, when it came out, later that year, those in their twenties said yes, virtually
Explained” is not so much the authors’ went to No. 1 on the Times best-seller list. the same as in the general population.
fawning tone, or their admiration for Reich had been in San Francisco in In 1969, when people aged twenty-one
the students’ concerns—“environmen- 1967, during the so-called Summer of to twenty-nine were asked whether they
tal degradation, equality, violence, and Love, and was amazed and excited by the had ever used marijuana, eighty-eight
injustice”—even though they are the flower-power wing of the countercul- per cent said no. When the same group
same concerns that almost everyone in ture—the bell-bottom pants (about which was asked whether the United States
their social class has, regardless of age. he waxes ecstatic in the book), the mari- should withdraw immediately from Viet-
The problem is the “heralds of a new juana and the psychedelic drugs, the music, nam, three-quarters said no, about the
dawn” stuff. the peace-and-love life style, everything. same as in the general population.
He became convinced that the only Most young people in the sixties were
“A crisis looms for all unless we can
find ways to change,” they warn.
way to cure the ills of American life was
to follow the young people. “The new
not even notably liberal. When people
who attended college from 1966 to 1968
“Gen Zers have ideas of the type of generation has shown the way to the were asked which candidate they pre-
world they would like to bring into one method of change that will work ferred in the 1968 Presidential election,
being. By listening carefully to what in today’s post-industrial society: revo- fifty-three per cent said Richard Nixon
they are saying, we can appreciate the lution by consciousness,” he wrote. “This or George Wallace. Among those who
lessons they have to teach us: be real, means a new way of living, almost a new attended college from 1962 to 1965, fifty-
know who you are, be responsible for man. This is what the new generation seven per cent preferred Nixon or Wal-
your own well-being, support your has been searching for, and what it has lace, which matched the results in the
friends, open up institutions to the tal- started to achieve.” general election.
ents of the many, not the few, embrace So how did that work out? The trou- The authors of “Gen Z, Explained”
diversity, make the world kinder, live ble, of course, was that Reich was bas- are making the same erroneous extrap-
by your values.” ing his observations and predictions on, olation. They are generalizing on the
I believe we have been here before, to use Mannheim’s term, a generation basis of a very small group of privileged
Captain. Fifty-one years ago, The New unit—a tiny number of people who were people, born within five or six years of
one another, who inhabit insular com-
munities of the like-minded. It’s fine to
try to find out what these people think.
Just don’t call them a generation.
BREAKTHROUGH
er’s house with a loaded pistol, intend-
ing to kill the cousin. He doesn’t go
through with the act, and finds his
Terence Blanchard’s “Fire Shut Up in My Bones,” at the Met. way to a different future. The title
comes from the Book of Jeremiah:
BY ALEX ROSS “His word was in mine heart as a burn-
ing fire shut up in my bones, and I
was weary with forbearing, and I could
not stay.”
Much of that interiority inevitably
goes missing in the operatic adapta-
tion, as Blow’s writerly consciousness
no longer controls every scene. There’s
a compensating gain, though, in the
addition of a sophisticated, agile com-
positional personality. Blanchard’s path
to opera has hardly been a conven-
tional one: he began as a jazz trum-
peter, and then established himself as
a prolific film composer, collaborating
regularly with the director Spike Lee.
He first tried his hand at opera in 2013,
when he wrote “Champion” for the
Opera Theatre of Saint Louis, which
also premièred “Fire,” in 2019. But the
opera-writing profession has no con-
ventional avenue of approach: the skills
it requires are so idiosyncratic that they
can be discovered only in practice.
What Blanchard possesses, above all,
is a gift for musical storytelling: he
summons up disparate characters and
scenes within the frame of a distinct
personal voice.
In the early pages of the score,
Blanchard establishes a lingua franca
for the lead character’s tense, turbu-
erence Blanchard’s “Fire Shut Up cle for capturing African American lent world: quick harmonic movement,
T in My Bones,” which opened the
Metropolitan Opera season, tells of a
experiences. The libretto is by the
screenwriter, director, and actor Kasi
astringent orchestral textures, added-
note dissonances, unison string lines
young Black man growing up in a Lemmons, who adapted it from the that twist about and fail to find repose.
rural Louisiana town, his exuberant eponymous memoir by the Times col- During Charles’s spells of solitude, the
childhood shadowed by family dis- umnist Charles M. Blow. restless motion slows, allowing for gen-
cord and sexual abuse. Such a story The book is very much an interior erous stretches of post-Puccini lyri-
would be nothing too newsworthy in narrative, with Blow recounting, in cism. When a crowd dynamic takes
an Off Broadway theatre or in an indie lyrically candid prose, his youthful over, R. & B. and gospel styles come
movie house, but it’s a radical novelty struggles to define his masculinity and into play, with a combo of guitar, bass,
for the mainstream opera world, which his sexuality. He is preyed upon by an piano, and drums piercing the ensem-
dwells largely in the European past. older cousin and also by an uncle; at ble. The transitions between inner and
This is, in fact, the first time that a the same time, he feels intermittently outer worlds are handled with unfail-
Black composer and a Black librettist attracted to men. He attempts to bury ing deftness.
have found their way to the Met: until his feelings through zealous church- Since the opera’s inaugural produc-
now, Gershwin’s “Porgy and Bess” has going, and at college he loses himself tion, Blanchard has beefed up the work
been the principal, problematic vehi- in frat-house culture. Shame and rage in various ways, with an eye toward
filling the vast Met stage. Some of
Blanchard, who began as a jazz trumpeter, has a gift for musical storytelling. these changes blur the intimate co-
68 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 18, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY POLA MANELI
gency of the score, as Anthony Tom- for his rounded tone and his keen at- side Blanchard’s “Fire” is to be re-
masini, at the Times, pointed out. (I tention to the text, but he had sporadic minded that “Boris” is the archetypal
saw the original production on video.) trouble making himself heard, and the realist opera, a clinical study of polit-
The second act begins with a dream character lacked seductive complexity. ical ambition and psychological decay.
ballet that suggests, over sinuous, Angel Blue, playing a trio of female The production, by Stephen Wads-
string-dominated textures, Charles’s roles, including the voices of Charles’s worth, has too much foreground clut-
repressed desires. For the Met produc- inner conflicts, soared impressively over ter and lacks scenic depth, but we have
tion, Blanchard augmented the pre- the orchestra, as did Latonia Moore, no trouble following the brutal inter-
lude by more than thirty bars, exhaust- as Charles’s explosively tempered play among the ruler, his boyars, his
ing the material. Likewise, Charles’s mother, and Ryan Speedo Green, as subjects, and the holy fool.
plaintive aria of reflection (“I was once his uncle Paul. Walter Russell III cre- The lambent bass of René Pape,
a boy of peculiar grace”) receives one ated a sweetly heartbreaking portrayal who performed the title role, has been
reprise too many. of Charles in boyhood. Yannick Nézet- mesmerizing Met audiences for nearly
In the fraternity scene, Blanchard Séguin conducted with characteristic thirty years. When he sang King Marke,
has added an orchestral interlude of vigor and enthusiasm, sometimes at in “Tristan,” in 1999, I wrote that he
startling power—a blistering evoca- the singers’ expense. was “possibly a bass for the ages.” The
tion of an uncommonly sadistic hell possibility remains in play, although
week. In one passage, the brass sec- hen Benjamin Bowman, one of the undiminished beauty of Pape’s
tion lashes back and forth between
B-flat-major and B-flat-minor chords,
W the Met orchestra’s concert-
masters, arrived on the podium to lead
voice goes hand in hand with a defi-
cit of dramatic fire. The portrayal was
in fractured triplet rhythms. Yet this the tuning up, a wild ovation shook physically acute, at once regal and tot-
critique of frat hazing is undercut by the house. The audience had not for- tering, but in vocal terms it missed the
the high-spirited stepping routine that gotten that this brilliant ensemble, necessary extremes. An accomplished
James Robinson and Camille A. one of the most accomplished of its cast surrounded Pape, including the
Brown, the co-directors of the show, kind anywhere in the world, had gone increasingly formidable Green, as the
unleash onstage. Although the se- without pay for most of the pandemic. vagabond Varlaam, and two notable
quence is a tumultuous joy to watch, Similar noise erupted when the play- débutants: the English tenor David
you’re left with the sense that frat life ers assembled the following night, for Butt Philip, giving a creamy sheen to
is just boys being boys, which is not a revival of Mussorgsky’s “Boris Go- the role of the pretender, and the Rus-
at all the message that Blow delivers dunov.” The applause equally seemed sian American baritone Aleksey Bog-
in his book. “In flight from pain, I be- to honor the small army of people danov, lamenting grandly as the boyar
came an agent of it,” he writes. The who were finally back at work at the Shchelkalov. Sebastian Weigle worked
production is handsomely mounted Met: chorus members, stagehands, marvels in the pit, etching details with-
throughout, but it struggles to drama- lighting technicians, makeup artists, out sacrificing shadows.
tize the lead character’s ambivalence costume designers, ticket-takers, ush- In all, it was a bracing return after a
toward group dynamics and male- ers, and the rest. long absence: a bristling twenty-first-
bonding rituals: the vitality of the This season, “Boris” is playing not century score followed by a nineteenth-
crowd keeps winning out. in the familiar four-act version but in century one that has not lost its power
A stronger lead performance might Mussorgsky’s shorter original version, to unsettle. What if every Met season
have corrected that balance. In St. Louis, from 1869—seven tightly wound scenes began with a première? No other ges-
Charles was sung by the intensely char- showing the fall of the murderer tsar ture would communicate more strongly
ismatic bass-baritone Davóne Tines. and the rise of the pretender Dmitri. the company’s often repeated intention
Will Liverman, at the Met, stood out To see this stupendous creation along- to engage with the modern world.
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