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OCTOBER 25, 2021
DRAWINGS Colin Tom, Jeremy Nguyen, J. C. Duffy, Carolita Johnson, Suerynn Lee,
Karl Stevens, Tom Toro, Seth Fleishman, Roz Chast, Lars Kenseth, Emily Flake, Ellis Rosen,
Liana Finck, Bishakh Som, Benjamin Schwartz SPOTS JooHee Yoon
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CONTRIBUTORS
Tad Friend (“Watch and Learn,” p. 32) Sheelah Kolhatkar (“The Family Busi-
became a staff writer in 1998. His ness,” p. 42), a staff writer, is the author
memoir about his search for his father, of “Black Edge.”
“In the Early Times: A Life Reframed,”
will come out in May. Paul McCartney (“Writing ‘Eleanor
Rigby,’ ” p. 22) was a member of the
Sandy Solomon (Poem, p. 39) won the Beatles and Wings. His new book, “The
Agnes Lynch Starrett Poetry Prize for Lyrics: 1956 to the Present,” a two-
“Pears, Lake, Sun.” She teaches at Van- volume collection of essays about his
derbilt University. songs, will be published in November.
Joshua Yaffa (“Exiled,” p. 26), a Moscow Amanda Lehr (Shouts & Murmurs,
correspondent for the magazine, pub- p. 25), a writer and an educator, lives in
lished “Between Two Fires” in 2020. Brooklyn, New York.
Tove Ditlevsen (Fiction, p. 52), who died Adam Gopnik (Books, p. 58) has been
in 1976, was the author of “The Co- a staff writer since 1986. His books
penhagen Trilogy.” A collection of her include “A Thousand Small Sanities.”
short stories, “The Trouble with Hap-
piness,” translated, from the Danish, Elizabeth C. Gorski (Puzzles & Games
by Michael Favala Goldman, is due Dept.), the founder of Crossword Na-
out next year. tion, creates a daily puzzle for King
Features Syndicate.
Edward Steed (Cover) has contributed
cartoons to The New Yorker since 2013. Terrance Hayes (Poem, p. 48), a former
MacArthur Fellow, is the author of
Alexandra Schwartz (The Theatre, p. 72), “American Sonnets for My Past and
a staff writer since 2016, is a theatre critic Future Assassin” and “To Float in the
for the magazine. Space Between.”
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Peter Slevin reports on a high school Brandon Taylor reviews
as its students return to in-person Karl Ove Knausgaard’s new
learning after a traumatic year. novel, “The Morning Star.”
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THE MAIL
DISASTER ON DECK used marble and onyx in commissions
for wealthy patrons, Neutra employed a
Ed Caesar hauntingly depicts the ca- more restrained, and sometimes eclec-
tastrophe that is due to occur in the Red tic, palette. (One example is the Lovell
Sea when the F.S.O. Safer, a deteriorat- Health House’s use of a headlight from
ing oil tanker that sits near the coast of a Ford Model A.) Neutra’s houses make
Yemen, spills a million barrels of crude their aesthetic impact through an econ-
(“The Dead Ship,” October 11th). I am omy of means; within the landscape of FEED HOPE .
FEED LOVE .
a concerned scientist and a member of a Southern California, they continue to
team of researchers from Stanford, Har- set the standard for elegant, but not os-
vard, Berkeley, and U.C.S.F. A week after tentatious, modern architecture.
Caesar’s piece came out, we published a Edward Dimendberg
paper in Nature Sustainability in which Professor of Humanities
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we model the humanitarian impacts of University of California, Irvine
the coming disaster, some of which may Los Angeles, Calif.
be even worse than Caesar describes. We
expect, in addition to a famine, that the STONE-COLD SOBER
clean-water supply for at least nine mil-
lion people will be disrupted, which will John Seabrook’s article about the prom-
cause outbreaks of waterborne illnesses ise that non-alcoholic drinks offer to
and death. We also anticipate that the recovering alcoholics beautifully con-
closure of ports will delay medical ser- veys a truth that most recovery litera-
vices, since hospitals rely on the ports for ture skips over: “Maintaining abstinence
the delivery of fuel and medicine. More- in an alcohol-soaked society can feel
over, we foresee that the immediate im- like serving a medieval sentence of ban-
pact of the spill will extend beyond Yemen, ishment” (“Zero-Proof Therapy,” Sep-
to Saudi Arabia, Eritrea, and Djibouti. tember 27th). Although there is joy in
More international parties should be in- going sober—not least in leaving be-
vested in the fate of this oil tanker, which hind the physical and mental torments
The New Yorker has aptly termed “the of addiction—our culture tends to down-
ship that became a bomb.” play the costs of avoiding alcohol. Peo-
Benjamin Q. Huynh ple struggling to maintain abstinence
Department of Biomedical Data Science are instructed to stay away from the
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Stanford University places that might lead them back to the
Palo Alto, Calif. bottle, without any acknowledgment
that those places are beloved. As
NEUTRA’S VISION Seabrook points out, in America one
can remain sober only if one avoids bars,
Alex Ross, in his perceptive analysis of dinner parties, children’s parties, book
the architect Richard Neutra’s mid-cen- parties, and even televised sporting
tury-modern designs, writes that Neu- events. I’m hopeful that the increasing
tra’s L.A. work was slow to gain traction availability of non-alcoholic alternatives
and critical recognition among the ar- will allow recovering alcoholics to share
chitectural establishment, and attributes in the kind of celebration and intimacy
that fact in part to the architect’s “asso- that drinking rituals foster.
ciation with luxury” (“Vanishing Act,” Jennifer Savage
September 27th). But, as Ross makes Manila, Calif.
clear, the idea that Neutra’s practice ca-
tered largely to affluent clients is a misper- •
ception of his œuvre, given that many of Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
his houses were built for middle-class address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
professionals. Indeed, unlike such con- themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
temporaries as the architects Adolf Loos any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, who of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
As New York City venues reopen, it’s advisable to confirm in advance the requirements for in-person attendance.
The British artist Gillian Wearing is celebrated for her photographic and video portraits, which are at once
conceptual and empathetic. Recently, Wearing began making sculptures, including the first monument to a
woman—the suffragist Millicent Fawcett—ever installed in London’s Parliament Square. On Oct. 20, the
Public Art Fund unveils Wearing’s bronze homage to Diane Arbus (pictured) in Central Park’s Doris C.
Freedman Plaza; on Nov. 5, the Guggenheim opens the retrospective “Gillian Wearing: Wearing Masks.”
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THE THEATRE DANCE
evening performance. It’s almost impossi-
ble to pick just one.—Marina Harss (abt.org)
Letters of Suresh
In our e-mail-addled world, it’s refreshing—
and also somewhat surreal—to fumble through
this touching dramedy of letters. Written
by Rajiv Joseph and directed sensitively,
through soft tableaux of subtle motion, by
May Adrales, for Second Stage, the play offers
a portrait of Suresh (Ramiz Monsef), a bril-
liant but lost young polymath whose mother
has died. His talent for origami has put him
in touch with a Catholic priest (Thom Sesma)
from Nagasaki, Japan, and the two carry on a
years-long correspondence; Suresh’s letters are
found by the priest’s grandniece, Melody (Ali
Ahn), in the days after the older man’s death.
Every word we hear, except for a quick phone
call, comes from the one-way transmission of
a letter. And all of the action is reflection: a
growing web of personal history, intermittent
regret, and the kind of questioning—of others,
of oneself—that leads toward the dangerously
tall grasses of growth.—Vinson Cunningham
(Tony Kiser Theatre; through Oct. 24.)
The life stories of the six wives of Henry VIII—stories that “you think
Sanctuary City you’ve heard before,” an early song warns—are approached less as a duti-
In this play by Martyna Majok—a New York ful dramatic responsibility than as a pretext for fun in the poppy, slightly
Theatre Workshop production—B (Jasai Chase- unhinged, ultimately irresistible musical “Six,” by Toby Marlow and Lucy
Owens) is an undocumented immigrant who Moss. These women have been through the unimaginable at the hands of
was brought to the United States as a child by
his mother, who now, just as her son is about to their world-historically bad ex, and the most cursory high-school education
finish high school, wants to return home and will have left you with the vague outlines of their fates, as sung here: “di-
leave him in a hostile country. His best friend vorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.” Marlow and Moss’s
is G (Sharlene Cruz), who, thankfully, becomes
naturalized during the course of the play but is weird and largely successful brief is to turn the wives’ long-ago tortures into
always nursing a bruise because of violence at hyper-contemporary entertainment. Directed by Moss and Jamie Armitage,
home. The pair shuffle through short, impres- at the Brooks Atkinson, the excellent ensemble—Adrianna Hicks, Andrea
sionistic scenes, showing how intricately their
ILLUSTRATION BY NATALIA AGATTE
griefs and worries grow. The constant temporal Macasaet, Abby Mueller, Brittney Mack, Samantha Pauly, and the magnetic
shifts require deft choreography and sharp Anna Uzele—appears onstage together as a queenly blend of the Spice Girls
transitions, amply provided by the director, and SWV. The women issue one another a challenge: Who got the rawest
Rebecca Frecknall. The tight skin around the
play holds because of Majok’s insistence on the deal? Whoever sings the best song about her woes becomes the leader of
primacy of friendship—complete with exacting their girl group, Six. The result is a melismatic good time along the lines
specifics—and Cruz’s galvanizing ability to of the Eurovision Song Contest or a particularly entertaining episode of
enact it in all its complexity.—V.C. (Reviewed
in our issue of 10/11/21.) (nytw.org; streaming “American Idol.” More musicals could learn this lesson: skip the feints at
Oct. 25-Nov. 21.) naturalism and just get down to the songs.—Vinson Cunningham
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minimal, but—like its oscillating, endless- Leela Dance Collective saxophonist Marshall Allen—represent more
finale Philip Glass score—it was maximal, too, traditional fare.—Steve Futterman (Oct. 21-23.)
using a restrained version of ballet to trace This company and academy was founded by
insistent patterns, while an accompanying disciples of Pandit Chitresh Das, a master
Sol LeWitt film magnified the dancers on of the classical Indian style kathak. Based in Chamber Music Society
a scrim. At the Joyce Theatre, Oct. 19-24, San Francisco, as Das was, Leela Dance has
Childs’s current company tackles the cho- recently opened a branch in New York City, run of Lincoln Center
reography, but the original LeWitt film—as by Rachna Nivas. On Oct. 21 and Oct. 23, Nivas CLASSICAL Firmly ensconced at Alice Tully Hall,
in past revivals—remains, with an austerely celebrates the move with a performance at Dixon the Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center
beautiful Childs. Live dancers and ghosts Place. It’s a solo show, but she isn’t alone; Nivas has returned to live performance with full pro-
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from the past, superimposed, all strive for displays the many sides of her art in conversation grams that run for two hours, including inter-
timelessness.—B.S. (joyce.org) with four musicians.—B.S. (leela.dance/newyork) mission. The Calidore String Quartet vaults
through a century of four-person pieces in “Puc-
cini to Shostakovich” (Oct. 24), featuring Pucci-
Fall for Dance ni’s “Crisantemi,” Webern’s “Langsamer Satz,”
The big, starry premières in this year’s fes- MUSIC Brahms’s Quartet in A Minor, Op. 51, No. 2,
tival (back in person, at City Center) are and Shostakovich’s searching Quartet No. 12 in
stacked in the final two programs. In the D-Flat Major. In the coming weeks, the season
first, Oct. 21-22, Lar Lubovitch adds the BRIC JazzFest turns atmospheric: there are serenades by Mo-
New York City Ballet principals Adrian JAZZ Brooklyn is in the house with the return of zart and Dvořák (Nov. 5), an elegant evening
Danchig-Waring and Joseph Gordon to his the three-night BRIC JazzFest. Kicking off in of Chopin (Nov. 9), and, with the baritone Will
company, as guest artists, for the début of high style with two vocal titans, Cecile McLorin Liverman, a Spanish-themed program (Nov. 14).
“Each in His Own Time.” In the second, Salvant and Kurt Elling, the festival proceeds The “New Milestones” series, dedicated to liv-
Oct. 23-24, Justin Peck pairs his City Ballet with an eye on the contemporary scene, as Mad- ing composers, kicks off with a shorter con-
colleague Tiler Peck with American Ballet ison McFerrin, Adi Myerson, Thana Alexa, cert, at Rose Studio (Oct. 28).—Oussama Zahr
Theatre’s Herman Cornejo for “Bloom”; Adam O’Farrill, and others take the stage. Out-
the recently ubiquitous tap dancer Ayodele lier favorites, including Hailu Mergia and Fred
Casel closes the festivities with her generous Wesley & the New JBs, are also on hand, and Disclosure: “DJ-Kicks”
joy.—B.S. (nycitycenter.org/pdps/fallfordance) the Sun Ra Arkestra—led by the nonagenarian ELECTRONIC A decade ago, Disclosure, the Lon-
don house-music duo of the siblings Howard
and Guy Lawrence, helped put the dance-music
spotlight back on a heavily syncopated U.K.-
INDIE POP garage sound. The brothers’ mix for the “DJ-
Kicks” series is swathed in the darting, burbling
bass lines and the clipped, skipping snares and
hi-hats that mark that subgenre, but most of
the tracks have a lounge-ready polish that
tempers the style’s earlier youthful exuber-
ance. One of Disclosure’s own tracks—titled,
appropriately, “Squelch”—is a piece of spry
minimalism, and the insouciance on offer has
a generally mature hue.—Michaelangelo Matos
“eL/Aficionado”
CLASSICAL Robert Ashley fused elements of spy
novels, Jungian dream analysis, personal ads,
and real-estate hype to make his 1987 chamber
opera, “eL/Aficionado,” throughout which an
agent is peppered with questions by three in-
terrogators. Originally a showcase for the noble
baritone Thomas Buckner, the opera is recast
here to feature the versatile mezzo-soprano
Kayleigh Butcher, whose interpretation—cap-
tured in a forthcoming cast recording—has a
spiritual intensity all its own. Portraying the
interrogators are Bonnie Lander, Brian Mc-
Corkle, and Paul Pinto; Tom Hamilton re-cre-
ates his dreamlike electronic orchestration, and
David Moodey serves as the stage and lighting
The Los Angeles-based music duo Magdalena Bay is building highly cu- director.—Steve Smith (Roulette; Oct. 21-23 at 8.)
rated, unmistakably upscale pop sounds for an era of multimedia stardom.
The singer Mica Tenenbaum and the engineer Matthew Lewin write, Cassandra Jenkins
produce, direct, and edit their songs and videos together, balancing posh FOLK Earlier this month, Cassandra Jenkins
music with a cheeky online presence. Once members of a prog-rock band, was poised to make her Radio City Music Hall
they decided to try pop after college separated them. When Magdalena Bay début, opening for St. Vincent, when the head-
liner, wary of a congested backstage in the age
ILLUSTRATION BY EERO LAMPINEN
formed, in 2016, several artists were already warping pop’s dimensions, and of viruses, scrubbed her tour of supporting acts.
a few became part of the group’s blueprint—the high-functioning, elec- Just as well. Jenkins, who heads her own bill at
tronic pop of Grimes, the eased-up, poised art-pop of Chairlift, and Charli Bowery Ballroom, thrives on intimacy—no room
seems small enough (especially as her audience
XCX’s hyperbolic, PC Music-inspired artifice. But Tenenbaum and Lewin’s swells). The singer’s recent album, “An Over-
art is distinct in its retro gloss and ornate detail. The pair’s début album, view on Phenomenal Nature,” trots an emotional
“Mercurial World,” further refines a world unto itself. This is easily the best, mile without rising above a purr, both in terms
of Jenkins’s imperturbable vocals and their sub-
most lustrous, most carefully considered music they’ve made. An omnivo- tly shifting backdrop, where strategic flashes of
rous cultural appetite has rarely produced songs so sleek.—Sheldon Pearce saxophone dance around lyrics like punctuation
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 Ab-
stract Expressionism and anticipated Pop art’s
demotic sources and Minimalism’s self-evi-
dence. Politically, the flag painting was an icon
of the Cold War, symbolizing both liberty and
coercion. 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
Baseera Khan contains multitudes. They are a queer Indian-Pakistani- “Mind/Mirror,” a huge retrospective split be-
Afghan American, a Muslim woman, a Texas native, and the winner of the tween the Whitney Museum, in New York, and
2021 UOVO Prize, awarded annually to an emerging Brooklyn-based artist. the Philadelphia Museum of Art, organizes them
well, with contrasts and echoes that forestall a
In “Baseera Khan: I Am an Archive,” the related exhibition at the Brooklyn possibility of feeling overwhelmed. In his tenth
Museum (on view through July 22), the ambitious artist moves through me- decade, the painter remains, with disarming
diums like a snake shedding skins, using performance, sculpture, installation, modesty, contemporary art’s philosopher king—
the works are simply his responses to this or
collage, textile, drawing, photography—and that is an incomplete list—to that type, aspect, or instance of reality. You can
confront colonial histories. In the spirited series of ink-jet prints “Law of perceive his effects on later magnificent painters
Antiquities,” which débuts in the show, Khan digitally layers still-life and of occult subjectivity (Gerhard Richter, Luc
Tuymans, Vija Celmins), but none can rival his
self-portraiture, performing a conceptual sleight of hand with objects from utter originality and inexhaustible range. You
the museum’s Arts of the Islamic World collection. In one image (pictured keep coming home to him if you care at all about
above), the artist appears with a fourteenth-century enamelled-glass mosque art’s relevance to lived experience. The present
show obliterates contexts. It is Jasper Johns from
lamp, from present-day Syria or Egypt, and a reproduction of an early-sev- top to bottom of what art can do for us, and
enteenth-century Iranian prayer carpet too fragile to handle—a displaced from wall to wall of needs that we wouldn’t have
artifact that Khan transforms into a sort of sanctuary.—Andrea K. Scott suspected without the startling satisfactions
that he provides.—Peter Schjeldahl (whitney.org)
marks. The album’s most striking moment is Mazzoli’s “Sinfonia (for Orbiting Spheres)” and Erna Rosenstein
© BASEERA KHAN / COURTESY THE ARTIST AND SIMONE SUBAL GALLERY
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its deviation—“Hard Drive,” a spoken-word John Adams’s Chamber Symphony.—S.S. (Alice “Once Upon a Time,” Rosenstein’s first solo ex-
track dropped in from a cool Laurie Anderson Tully Hall; Oct. 20-21 at 7:30 and Oct. 22-23 at 8.) hibition outside of Poland, offers a fascinating
universe. The song rewards beyond its param- introduction to this idiosyncratic avant-garde
eters, demanding the listener turn a closer ear figure, a Jewish Communist who survived the
to the more ostensibly conventional ballads that Second World War. (Rosenstein, born in 1913,
surround it. Claire Rousay, a chic manipulator of ART died in Warsaw in 2004.) Organized by the
field recordings, opens.—Jay Ruttenberg (Oct. 22.) curator Alison M. Gingeras and presented at
the Hauser & Wirth gallery, which represents
Tacita Dean the artist’s estate, the show is full of surprises.
New York Philharmonic When discussing her new 16-mm. film, “Pan Paintings on the first floor—including the
CLASSICAL Commissioned to write a new con- Amicus,” Dean has mentioned the frisson of fantastic “Spalenie Czarownicy” (“The Burn-
certo in 2010, Anthony Davis drew upon a per- fear that signals the presence of the ancient god ing of a Witch”), from 1966, with its molten
sonal memory of being pulled over by a white Pan in the wilderness. That sensation, along depth—evoke, yet are distinct from, Surreal-
police officer, in the mid-seventies, to compose with a theme of enchantment, may be the unit- ist landscapes. Elsewhere, in the artist’s easy
“You Have the Right to Remain Silent.” The ing factor in the disparate works on view (in- amalgamation of styles, biomorphic abstrac-
principal clarinettist Anthony McGill, who cluding the film) in the British artist’s sprawl- tion abuts portraiture. Upstairs, found-object
played a fiery rendition of the terse work for a ing new show at the Marian Goodman gallery. assemblages (including a rotary phone from
concert streamed by the Cincinnati Symphony Dean was recently commissioned to design the which curled talons emerge) and storybook
Orchestra last November, now performs it set for “The Dante Project,” a co-production of illustrations (replete with a fairy-tale narra-
alongside his home ensemble, with Earl How- the Royal Ballet and the Ballet Opera de Paris, tive) reveal Rosenstein’s fascination with the
ard on synthesizer, making his Philharmonic celebrating the seven-hundredth anniversary of grotesque. None of the artist’s prewar work
début. Dalia Stasevska also conducts Missy the Italian poet’s death and his Divine Comedy. survives, which lends this survey an inevitable
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in-medias-res quality, and emphasizes how toya endured depressive crises that caused three police officers (Adam Driver, Bill Mur-
essential an awareness of her personal life and colleagues to fear for his life; Teresa joined ray, and Chloë Sevigny) to deal with them. The
historical trauma is to understanding her art. up as a single mother.) Then, midway through newly undead unleash a spree of cannibalistic
In the impressive monograph that accompa- the film, they’re revealed to be a couple who carnage that threatens a hermit (Tom Waits),
nies the show, Gingeras (among other con- both work and live together—yet some scenes a mechanic (Danny Glover), a racist farmer
tributors) offers a fuller picture of an artist of their life, whether intimate or spectacular, (Steve Buscemi), a visiting hipster (Selena
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who was remarkable, if little known, from the play like reënactments. Ruizpalacios has still Gomez), the owner of a diner (Eszter Balint),
beginning.—J.F. (hauserwirth.com) more tricks up his sleeve, including behind- a movie nerd and gas-station attendant (Caleb
the-scenes sequences that reveal the complex Landry Jones), an undertaker and martial-arts
process by which the film was made. His in- wizard (Tilda Swinton), and the rest of the
tricate and oblique methods offer far-reaching town’s idiosyncratic residents. Jarmusch en-
MOVIES insights into a troubled police system that’s dows the monsters with a consumerist rage that
underfunded, racked with corruption, and in- fuels his vision of a world that’s morally out of
ured to violence. In Spanish.—Richard Brody joint; with breathtaking breaks of the fourth
A Cop Movie (In limited theatrical release and streaming on wall and special effects, he conjures a giddy
Narrative gamesmanship merges with investi- Netflix starting Nov. 5.) apocalypse with no way out.—R.B. (Streaming
gative journalism in this remarkable docu-fic- on Amazon, iTunes, and other services.)
tion hybrid, directed by Alonso Ruizpalacios.
The film follows two Mexico City police The Dead Don’t Die
officers, Teresa and Montoya, on their daily Jim Jarmusch’s zombie film, from 2019, is an The Proposition
rounds—including backroom dealings with exuberantly imaginative yet grimly political John Hillcoat’s sweat-stained movie, from
officials and the hot pursuit of suspects—and in fable about a world thrown literally out of 2006, is set in the Australian outback at the tail
their private lives. The officers candidly discuss whack by “polar fracking.” The resultant shift end of the nineteenth century. Here, outside a
their motives for joining the force (Teresa’s in the Earth’s axis changes the planet’s daylight remote settlement, live Captain Morris Stanley
father, also an officer, doubted she was up to hours; it also brings dead people back to life, (Ray Winstone) and his wife, Martha (Emily
the job) and their personal challenges. (Mon- and the small town of Centerville has only Watson), who are striving to maintain a British
decorum, complete with Christmas dinner, in
an untamable land. Hence the determination
with which Stanley, the chief of police, pur-
WHAT TO STREAM sues the Burns gang—three brothers (Richard
Wilson, Guy Pearce, and Danny Huston) who
have murdered a local family. The title refers
to Stanley’s risky offer: if the middle brother
can find and kill the eldest and most savage,
the youngest will be spared. What ensues is a
strange blend of manhunt and tone poem, in
which even the most brutal characters seem
rapt in the face of red earth and endless sky.
The film was written by the musician Nick
Cave, who also supplied the score; the result
may feel confused as a narrative, but as a por-
trait of a riven culture, bred on racial conflict,
it is formidably hard to ignore.—Anthony Lane
(Reviewed in our issue of 5/8/06.) (Streaming on
Tubi, Pluto, and other services.)
Women Is Losers
The first feature by the writer and director
Lissette Feliciano is a brisk and bright-toned
tale of personal struggle amid political ob-
stacles. It’s set in San Francisco in the late
sixties and early seventies and is centered on
Celina Guerrera (Lorenza Izzo), a smart and
ambitious student in a Catholic high school.
When her boyfriend, Mateo (Bryan Craig),
returns from the Vietnam War—wounded and
The samba-centered, folkloric depiction of Black Brazilians popularized in traumatized—she becomes pregnant, and only
“Black Orpheus,” in 1959, got a radical revision in Glauber Rocha’s first fea- another woman’s horrific experience deters
Celina from seeking an abortion (then illegal).
ture, “Barravento,” from 1962 (streaming, in a new restoration, on Kanopy). She leaves home to escape her abusive step-
The movie is set in a village on the coast of Bahia, where the residents, most father (Steven Bauer), but as a single mother—
of whom are Black, make a meagre living as fishermen employed by a white with a Hispanic name—she has trouble getting
housing. She struggles to find a job, and, when
businessman. When a prodigal son, Firmino (Antonio Pitanga), returns she does, she’s a target of sexual harassment, as
home from the city, flaunting his flashy clothing and proclaiming his prosper- well as a beneficiary of wise counsel from su-
ity, he scorns his fellow-villagers’ Candomblé religion and encourages them pervisors (played by Simu Liu and Liza Weil).
Throughout, Celina punctures the fourth wall,
to rise up against their exploiters. (He’s actually poor and fleeing arrest as a as Feliciano makes explicit the historical per-
“subversive.”) But, when persuasion fails, Firmino relies on spells and curses spective on which the action runs. Feliciano’s
to change their minds, and recruits a young woman named Cota (Luiza Ma- view of painful injustice and ordinary heroism
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ranhão), who loves him, to help. The drama of social conflict is nonetheless which Celina overcomes her hardships.—R.B.
filled with scenes of traditional music and dance, conjuring a deep-rooted vi- (Streaming on HBO Max.)
sion of the villagers’ power of endurance based in the strength of their culture.
Rocha’s aesthetic is informed by both political analyses and ecstatic rituals; For more reviews, visit
he creates a homegrown art of revolutionary mysticism.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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stairs to fetch a gallon of milk. Moments to be the unofficial one. (Though in my
later, a server enlisted my help in prying two years as a Peace Corps volunteer in
open a jar of marmalade. “What is this, rural Mpumalanga, I never encountered
an agrarian commune?” I scribbled in my the stuff.) At Kaia, the kitchen prepares
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notebook. As it happens, Hauptfleisch it with green apples, onions, raisins, cin-
comes from a long line of farmers; her namon, yellow curry powder, apricot
ancestors were among the earliest arrivals jam, and mango chutney—a scrump-
TABLES FOR TWO at the Dutch colony in what is now Cape tious sweet-and-savory supernova that
Town. “Kaia” is an intentional misspelling defies categorization.
Kaia Wine Bar of “ikhaya,” the Zulu word for “home.” For some South African expats, no
1614 Third Ave. Kaia’s seasonal menu is the labor of offering is more comforting than the
Hauptfleisch and the Bronx-born chef Gatsby, a Portuguese roll stuffed with
If New York City is a graveyard of un- Billy Dineen, with inspiration from garam-masala-braised chicken, pick-
realized dreams, it’s also a maze of hid- Hauptfleisch’s mother, Elize, who moved led cucumbers, Peppadew peppers,
den passageways leading to new rooms, to New York last year. The trio usually and French fries. It’s a popular street
where one can reinvent oneself in the describe their food as South African- food in the Western Cape, but it has
wake of thwarted ambitions. In the early inspired, improvisations based on sense fans in every province. The other day, a
two-thousands, an aspiring stage actress memory, rather than strictly representa- transplant from KwaZulu-Natal trav-
PHOTOGRAPH BY EMMA RESSEL FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
named Suzaan Hauptfleisch left South tive of South Africa. Key ingredients are elled by train from a sleepy suburb for
Africa for Manhattan. Broadway never impossible, or too costly, to procure on a the sole pleasure of devouring one. In
called, and this town’s culinary scene is all regular basis. In lieu of traditional South the winter, Kaia swaps out the Gatsby
the better for it. The city has seven thou- African wild game—kudu, springbok, for bunny chow, which involves filling
sand four hundred and thirty working ostrich—they serve elk. The meat is half a loaf of hollowed-out white bread
actors. It has exactly one South African sliced thin, just barely seared, seasoned with spicy Durban curry—a legacy of
restaurant and bar: Hauptfleisch’s Kaia, with coriander, toasted black-mustard South Africa’s Indian community. Like
an Upper East Side institution that, in seed, and flakes of sea salt, and presented the Georgian khachapuri, it’s meant to
its eleven years, has supplied New York- with a homemade sweet mustard. The be eaten with your hands; utensils are
ers with 7.2 million dollars’ worth of elegantly minimalist dish is one of only available for the weak.
South African wine, mostly by the glass. a few that are offered year-round. One section of the menu that is de-
By Hauptfleisch’s estimate, upward of On the other end of the spectrum, in cidedly not South African is the Kaia
ninety per cent of her patrons live within terms of both fidelity to origin and com- Taco Shop, an initiative by a longtime
walking distance. She doesn’t take res- plexity of flavor, is the bobotie, a spiced staffer of Mexican heritage. But dust
ervations for parties fewer than five, but and fruity minced-beef not-quite-casse- the tacos with a little peri peri—fiery
regulars have assigned tables. On espe- role, topped with a creamy egg custard. seasoning made from malagueta chilies,
cially busy days, the place can feel more Although the Parliament of South Af- introduced to Southern Africa by Portu-
than neighborly. One afternoon, I was rica, sensitive to the rich culinary diver- guese traders by way of the Americas—
seated at the bar, working on the second sity of the country’s sixty million citi- and you won’t speak ill of fusion cuisine
of two generous pours of Chardonnay, zens, has declined to designate an official again. (Dishes $5-$33.)
when Hauptfleisch dispatched me down- national dish, bobotie is sometimes said —David Kortava
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COMMENT socialist Democrats.” Trump has enthu- independents. A CNN poll last month
WHO’S THE TRUMPIEST? siastically endorsed Brooks, and has de- indicated that, nationally, seventy-eight
rided Britt, who once served as Shelby’s per cent of Republicans believe that Joe
nyone in need of a warning about chief of staff, as an unqualified “assis- Biden was not legitimately elected Pres-
A what the 2022 midterm elections
could bring might consider what took
tant” to a “RINO.” Britt has the backing
of Alabama’s business establishment, yet
ident. Increasingly, they seem to expect
their party’s candidates to agree.
place last month at a candidates’ forum she apparently thought that her best With the Senate divided fifty-fifty,
sponsored by the Republican Women move was to try to out-Trump an un- just to maintain a status quo in which
of Coffee County, Alabama. Katie Britt, apologetic insurrectionist. Biden’s agenda depends on the whims
a contender for the Republican nomi- She’s not the only one. Earlier this of Joe Manchin, of West Virginia, and
nation to replace Senator Richard Shelby, month, Senator Chuck Grassley, of Iowa, Kyrsten Sinema, of Arizona, Democrats
who is retiring, was asked if she had a purported establishment figure who, need to concentrate on holding on to
supported Roy Moore in the 2017 spe- at eighty-eight, is running for an eighth Mark Kelly’s seat, in Arizona, and to Ra-
cial Senate election. Moore is the Con- term, came onstage at a Trump rally in phael Warnock’s, in Georgia. (Both men
stitution-defying judge who was accused Des Moines. “If I didn’t accept the en- won in special elections, and are seen as
of sexually pursuing teen-age girls; he dorsement of a person that’s got ninety- vulnerable.) Or they need to pick up seats,
denied the allegations, but lost to the one per cent of the Republican voters in perhaps in North Carolina or Pennsyl-
Democratic candidate, Doug Jones. “I Iowa, I wouldn’t be too smart,” Grassley vania, where the incumbents are retiring,
have never supported or voted for a said, grinning. The number he cited came or in Florida, where Representative Val
Democrat in my life,” Britt said, but from a Des Moines Register poll, which Demings is challenging Marco Rubio.
added, “I also think it’s important to also found that Trump’s favorability rat- In the House, the Democrats’ margin is
stand with women.” That hedged re- ing was forty-eight per cent among Iowa just eight seats, and midterm voters tend
sponse appeared to provoke the next to turn against the party of the incum-
candidate to speak, Representative Mo bent President. At the moment, Biden’s
Brooks, who accused her of lacking party approval rating has dropped to forty-three
loyalty. “We are a team,” he said. “We per cent. The task for Democrats could
have a belief system.” hardly be more crucial: so much depends
What was most notable in this ex- on so few seats—including, possibly, an-
change was Britt’s reply: she accused other Supreme Court appointment.
Brooks of being the disloyal one. “Every The numbers aren’t all that matters.
single time, I voted for Donald Trump, Even if the Democrats hold the Senate,
and stood with him,” she said. “That the dynamic there will change for the
wasn’t the step you took.” During the worse if their Republican counterparts
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
LOOK-ALIKE DEPT. Beckwith resembles Brian Laundrie— with said, “because they were having
NOT BRIAN the fugitive and person of interest in the trouble with their Bluetooth fingerprint
killing of his fiancée, Gabby Petito—in thing”) and suggested that he shave his
the way that most white male long-dis- beard—which he did but “immediately
tance hikers resemble Laundrie: skinny regretted,” he said, “because I have much
and pale, with a shaved head and a beard. less of a chin than Laundrie does.” They
The preponderance of such men, per- told the couple that they now had a good
haps, has made the Appalachian Trail a story to tell. Then they left.
everin Beckwith and Anna Brett- locus of the manhunt among the ama- Who had alerted the marshals to the
S mann, a young couple from Ithaca,
New York, have been hiking from Geor-
teur set. There’s also the fact that Laun-
drie has been known to hike the trail, and
presence of a Laundrie look-alike? Beck-
with remembered a moment earlier that
gia to Virginia on the Appalachian Trail that it is regarded, mostly by those who’ve day at the Fontana Lake marina, where
since late September. In western North never hiked it, as a place to go if you want they’d gone to call the shuttle. An em-
Carolina, after a few days of hard rain to disappear. An engineer from Florida ployee had responded strangely to his
and little sleep, they decided to take a was “99.99 per cent sure” that he saw Laun- request to use the telephone. He’d also,
break from the woods. A shuttle deliv- drie looking “wigged out” near the trail. it turned out, taken Beckwith’s picture
ered them to the Lodge at Fontana Vil- Days earlier, someone else had clocked and passed it along to the authorities.
lage Resort, a rustic retreat two miles off Beckwith as resembling Laundrie. But A marshal showed the picture to Beck-
the trail, where they ate lunch and lay the marshals had seen more than a pass- with after kicking in his door.
down for a midday nap. Knocking awoke ing similarity. One of them touched the “They had a little side-by-side,” Beck-
them. There was a muffled voice outside side of Beckwith’s head and noted that with said. “It was Brian and then me on
their door. It burst open before Beck- he had, as Beckwith said, “a notch in the the phone calling to get the shuttle.”
with could unlock it. upper part of my inner ear just like his.” For their unique troubles, the lodge
“Next thing I see is a bunch of guys On top of that, Beckwith and Brettmann gave Beckwith and Brettmann a free
with riot shields with ‘U.S. Marshals’ had booked their room with a credit card night’s stay—in a room with a working
written on them,” Beckwith said. “Hand- linked to a New York I.D.—Petito was lock—and free breakfast. “It was a buf-
guns pointed at my face.” Brettmann from New York—“which, I guess, was fet,” Beckwith said. “We took as much
was still in bed. A marshal helped her good enough motive to come in.” as we could.”
get dressed as they handcuffed Beck- But Beckwith didn’t have Laundrie’s A few days later, Maria Guzman,
with, still in his underwear, and took hand tattoos. His I.D. didn’t have Laun- who runs Standing Bear Farm Hostel,
him out to the hallway. He had a hunch drie’s name on it, either. The marshals a week’s walk down the trail, in Tennes-
why this was happening. “I really hoped fingerprinted Beckwith (“They had to see, met Beckwith and Brettmann while
I was right,” he said. use our hotel Wi-Fi password,” Beck- out for a hike. They told her the story.
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“He does look like Laundrie,” Guz- don’t see themselves.” Now that he’s a don’t think Broadway is for them? The
man said later. “But so do thousands of newly minted Broadway playwright— producers devised a marketing ploy: a
people.” A fellow-hiker attempted to give his play “Thoughts of a Colored Man” mobile barbershop. Scott was making
Beckwith a trail name, as is customary opened last week, at the Golden—Scott an appearance at its first stop, the Cas-
for long-distance hikers: the Fugitive. is trying to change that. He had just left tle Hill Y.M.C.A., in the Bronx. He
This was, Beckwith felt, “a bit too on the a rehearsal in midtown and was lurch- was greeted by the branch’s executive di-
nose.” Instead, he went with Not Brian, ing through traffic in a black S.U.V., rector, Sharlene Brown, who told him,
which, he said, “basically covers it.” Guz- wearing green Nikes and a denim jacket “I’m a Queens girl, so I’m proud of you.”
man promised the couple a free pizza if with a pin that read “BLACK GENIUS.” Near some basketball courts, families
they stayed at her hostel, which they Scott’s path to Broadway was circu- sat at picnic tables, eating barbecue. The
ended up doing. Their luck was turning. itous. As an adolescent living in the Po- truck—bright yellow and emblazoned
Guzman mentioned the Laundrie monok housing project, he started writ- with the line “Your barbershop talk comes
look-alike to her friends Tina Simerly ing poetry “as an escape,” he recalled.
and Xander McDouall, a local couple When he was fifteen, his older sister’s
who were also searching for the fugi- boyfriend invited him to a poetry slam.
tive. Simerly and McDouall are neither “I went, and I did horrible. I forgot my
amateur sleuths nor government agents: poem onstage.” He told himself that he
they run a local bounty-hunting outfit was done with poetry. “Then that com-
called Predator Hunter Nation. (Duane petitive nature kicked in—the athlete
Chapman, a.k.a. Dog the Bounty Hunter, came out. This can’t be my one-and-
was also on Laundrie’s trail recently, done!” A teacher told him to study “Def
until he injured his ankle.) Poetry Jam,” and months later he re-
“Mostly pedophiles,” Simerly said, turned to the club scene. “I killed it,” he
describing their quarry. “But not exclu- said. He had just been cut from the bas-
sively.” She went on, “There are sight- ketball team, so he filled his new free
ings all over Hartford” —a nearby town. time at slams, competing against adults
“And nobody is paying attention.” She and “sharpening my sword.”
added, “Our friend Hunter, he saw him By the time he got to Frostburg State
at the Citgo in Hartford, in a brown University, in Maryland, he had decided Keenan Scott II
Ford Escape.” The bounty hunters dis- to study theatre. “I thought, I’ll break in
cussed the reward being offered for in- with acting, then people will find out to Broadway”—was parked in front of a
formation leading to Laundrie’s cap- that I can write, too,” he said. He read chain-link fence. Inside, an eight-year-
ture. “Last I heard, it was a hundred and Shakespeare, Mamet, Ibsen, but “I didn’t old boy was getting a free buzz cut.
seventy thousand,” Simerly said. see myself reflected in the plays.” In his “What’s up, my man?” Scott said.
“One-eighty now,” McDouall said. sophomore year, he said to a friend, “I’m “I’m gonna sue him for one thousand
“That’s half the reason people are even going to write us something, so we don’t dollars!” he yelled, scowling at the barber.
looking. But not us. We’re looking for have to change how we speak. We can “What you gonna do with your thou-
this guy because he’s a predator.” He be ourselves, and we can be full in our sand dollars?” Scott asked.
paused, and went on, “He’s a pretty Blackness.” He staged the play in a black- “I’m going to spend it all on Mech
generic-looking dude, though, really. box theatre and sold all the tickets within Arena,” he said, naming his favorite video
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People say I look like him, too.” two hours, at the rec center. That was game. Scott surveyed the décor—Knicks
—Charles Bethea in 2009, and the play was an early ver- banners, a gumball machine, an Obama
sion of “Thoughts of a Colored Man.” “HOPE” poster, vinyl records—and said,
OUTREACH DEPT. Melding poetry and dialogue, it traces “We got some Miles Davis!”
CUTTING IT a day in the lives of seven men in Bed- “Who is Miles?” the boy said, an-
Stuy, where Scott now lives, with his noyed. Scott gave him a fist bump
wife and daughter. The characters have through his smock, as the barber brushed
allegorical names, like Love, Lust, Anger, off his neck. “How about if I sue you,”
and Wisdom. In one raucous scene set the boy threatened Scott, then added,
at a barbershop, the guys debate gentri- looking at the barber, “I’m just joking.
fication and LeBron versus Kobe, while I’m still suing him.” He hopped out of
eenan Scott II grew up in Flush- Wisdom cuts hair. the chair and returned to his mother,
K ing, Queens, but didn’t see his first
Broadway show until he was in his twen-
Scott is one of eight Black playwrights
to be produced on Broadway this sea-
who had received vouchers for the play;
tickets cost between forty-nine and two
ties. The show was “Wicked,” and the son, a benchmark that he called historic. hundred and twenty-five dollars.
ticket was a birthday gift. “It did not But he stressed the need for “diversify- Outside, Scott addressed the crowd.
occur to me that stuff on Broadway was ing the producer pool” as well. The big- “It’s very meaningful to me to come back
for me,” he said the other day. “It’s hard ger lift may be diversifying the audience: to the community,” he said. “My father’s
to invite people to spaces where they how do you appeal to communities that from Tremont, so the Bronx is a little bit
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of home, too.” He went on, “A lot of I’d have to ask you to sign a nondisclo- litical scientist who served on President
times, they say we don’t go to live the- sure agreement.’” Obama’s National Security Council—
atre. We do, though. But we have to feel The student was hardly the first to about co-teaching an interdisciplinary
welcomed. When we feel welcomed, we treat a Stanford education as a prelude course. It launched, in 2019, as Comput-
show up.” Afterward, he shook hands to an I.P.O. In 1939, two graduates started ers, Ethics, and Public Policy. (Headline
and posed for photos, like a candidate Hewlett-Packard; in 1996, two Ph.D. on Stanford’s news site: “Tech ethics
for office. An older man leaned in and students founded Google. A recent study course urges students to move responsi-
asked, “Why ‘colored’?” estimated that if all the companies es- bly and think about things.”) The goal
“I’d love to have that conversation, tablished by Stanford alumni were to of the course was to infuse problem sets
but I have to pick up my daughter from form their own country, it would have on policy dilemmas and philosophical
school,” Scott said. “It’s a show about the world’s tenth-largest economy. For debates with the brass tacks of coding.
how we’re more than what we’re labelled. a long time, the default attitude on cam- The first year, three hundred undergrads
I wanted a visceral response from peo- pus, where recruiters from Instagram took the course.
ple when they saw the word ‘colored.’” and Palantir dispensed company swag Then COVID hit. Stanford, being Stan-
A table of women beckoned him over. outside the Gates Computer Science ford, had a technological solution. A
“I want you all at the show,” he told Building, was that Big Tech could do classroom was converted into a bespoke
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them. “It’s for us.” no wrong. That attitude became harder Zoom studio, with three cameras, a light-
—Michael Schulman to justify after the post-2016 “techlash”— ing rig, and a video wall, where students
the widespread realization that along appeared in hundreds of rectangles. One
GOOD INTENTIONS with the upsides of the digital revolu- of the cameras pointed at a sliding glass
SYSTEM ERRORS tion, such as more efficient burrito de- door from which professors emerged,
livery, might come downsides, such as like prizes on “Let’s Make a Deal,” when
the unravelling of Western democracy. it was their turn to lecture. For a recent
To Reich, the university seemed ripe class, Reich entered first, removed his
for a cultural transformation, or at least mask, and started to recap the assigned
a nudge toward nuance. “You can’t be- reading, “The Ones Who Walk Away
come a doctor or a lawyer without being from Omelas,” a 1973 short story by Ur-
n the fall of 2015, Rob Reich, a phi- asked to engage seriously with the pro- sula K. Le Guin, which he described as
I losopher and a political scientist at
Stanford, was chatting with a freshman
fession’s ethical duties and trade-offs,”
he said. But it’s easy to pass through
“a story about a Utopia, or possibly a dys-
topia.” Omelas is a city where all citizens
during office hours. “I asked him what Stanford, as a disproportionate number live in splendor, but their comfort is made
he planned to study,” Reich recalled re- of Silicon Valley titans do, without giv- possible by the suffering of a child locked
cently. “He said, ‘Definitely computer ing any real thought to tech ethics. away in a dungeon. When the citizens
science. I have some ideas for startups.’” Reich approached two other Stan- learn this secret, some make their peace
In the spirit of small talk, Reich asked, ford professors—Mehran Sahami, a with it; others walk away in protest. Reich
What kind? “He looked at me with total computer scientist and a former Google told his students,“What I would like you
earnestness and said, ‘To tell you that, employee, and Jeremy Weinstein, a po- to discuss for three minutes, in a Zoom
breakout room, is: Do you think the peo-
ple who leave Omelas are heroes or
cowards?” He then posted a Zoom poll,
which included four options (heroes,
cowards, both, neither). This generated
a lively debate in the chat (Yuna Blajer
de la Garza: “The tyranny of the major-
ity!” Maya Ziv: “don’t sacrifice me on
your altar of utilitarian utopia”), but the
poll froze before the results could be fi-
nalized. “Good intentions tempered by
technical affordances, as always happens,”
Reich said.
Last month, Reich, Sahami, and Wein-
stein published a book titled “System
Error: Where Big Tech Went Wrong and
How We Can Reboot.” The introduc-
tion recounts the story of Joshua Browder,
who “entered Stanford as a young, bril-
liant undergraduate in 2015.” After three
months at Stanford, he invented a chat-
“ You’re right—bad things do happen when you relax.” bot to help people get out of paying their
parking tickets; within a year he was the Witch and the Wardrobe” that never
C.E.O. of DoNotPay, an “online robot happened. Layne draped a black tarp
lawyer” startup now valued at more than over the Narnia wardrobe and plugged
two hundred million dollars. “He is not in a string of lights that simulated a
a bad person,” the professors write. “He campfire. Soon he was pacing the stage,
just lives in a world where it is normal reciting bits of monologue over a moody
not to think twice about how new tech- soundscape created by the musician Red-
nology companies could create harmful BlueBlackSilver: “In America alone, more
effects”—such as encouraging citizens to people believe in space aliens—sixty-five
stop funding public roads, which tend to per cent—than the sixty-four per cent who
crumble when people DoNotPay for them. believe in the Biblical God . . .”
Browder wrote on Twitter that Sahami Layne is a former blogger, and he
and Reich were “my two favorite Stan- dreamed up Desert Oracle during visits
ford professors,” and that he was “sur- to a Buddhist monastery in Carmel and
prised to learn they spent the entire first a Benedictine hermitage in Big Sur. He
chapter bashing DoNotPay.” put out the first issue in 2015. The pocket-
“Thanks for engaging with the book,” size publication mixes news with fea-
Sahami responded. tures about oddballs and local lore. Its
“I think we should discuss it in per- desert strangeness extends to its real- Ken Layne
son during one of the classes,” Browder estate listings: “Missile Silo with 25 Acres”
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wrote back. “I will bring the data.” near Roswell, New Mexico; a “Fabulous ing themselves into space, mysterious
—Andrew Marantz Cave Home” in Bisbee, Arizona. drone sightings, and the “Tic Tac” U.F.O.
The radio show came two years after video shot by a Navy fighter jet off San
MOJAVE POSTCARD the zine, but Layne had first sketched it Diego. “It’s a time when our space age is
CAMPFIRE STORIES out in 2010: “Desert weather report, pick really kinda on our minds,” he said.
a place, tell its story in long rambling hu- What had begun as a story ended as
morous monologue,” he wrote in a note a sermon. Layne urged the audience not
at the time. He wanted to talk about miss- to wait for permission to see inexplica-
ing pets and “funny Europeans.” It wasn’t ble things. The government’s U.F.O. re-
an obvious fit for the local FM station in ports are always missing one thing, he
Joshua Tree, but Layne prevailed and now said: “It’s the fact that a regular person—
en Layne was at Theatre 29, a space his show is on eleven stations, mainly in walkin’ the dog, takin’ out the recycling
K in the town of Twentynine Palms,
in the Mojave Desert, conducting a
the Southwest. (He is planning a national
tour for later this fall.)
at night, comin’ back from getting milk
at the convenience store, or whatever
sound check before a live performance The next night, Saturday, the theatre they’re doing—can have an encounter
of “Desert Oracle,” his late-night radio was packed. “Finally, it’s the time of night that will forever change your lives.”
show and podcast, which is also the when you can go outside and you can Afterward, Layne came to the lobby
name of the culty zine he publishes, in touch things again without gloves,” he to greet fans and talk about the heat.
nearby Joshua Tree. He was testing a told the crowd, referring to the fact that “Yesterday, the air-conditioning in
vintage rotary phone that he would in- the temperature had dropped one de- my car quit,” one woman said.
vite audience members to use during a gree. He sat at a desk to tell what he calls “Oh-Jesus-Lord,” Layne said.
call-in segment. His nasal, gravelly bari- a “radio story”—actually, a string of them. “I remember the days when we didn’t
tone rang out through the speakers: He started with Snippy, an Appaloosa have air-conditioning and we would
“Hello-o-o? Hello-o-o?” mare that was found dead in Colorado’s have to roll the windows down,” another
Layne, who is fifty-six, narrates “Des- San Luis Valley in 1967, with surgical woman said.
ert Oracle” in character as a kind of old- cuts all over her body and her head “My grandparents and my parents
school AM-radio host, but with a dash stripped to the bone. He ended with the would only roll the window down half-
of Mark Twain (in the writing) and a sordid tale of Richard Doty, an agent for way, because you couldn’t hear anything,”
Tom Waits growl. The show inspires the Air Force’s Office of Special Inves- the first woman said.
fervent fandom, from California to tigations, who fed disinformation to ufol- Layne nodded. “Wouldn’t want to
Brooklyn. Six-four and fair-skinned, ogists in the seventies and eighties. miss any important conversation during
Layne has alert blue eyes and a gray After a few audience calls (including your heatstroke, right?”
beard. Although it was a hundred and one from a woman who described a camp- A guy in Desert Oracle colors—black
eighteen degrees out, he wore a long- ing trip during which she had seen a shirt and jeans, yellow sneakers—wanted
sleeved black shirt, green pants, and a “blank darkness” move across the sky and a photo. But first Layne wished his book-
foldable ranger’s hat. block out the stars), Layne “lit” the camp- ing agent a safe drive home. “The stretch
Theatre 29 had been closed since the fire. As crackling sounds played through between here and Joshua Tree?” he said.
pandemic began, and the stage was still the speakers, he closed with a campfire “Keep your eyes open.”
set for a production of “The Lion, the story. He talked about billionaires launch- —Abby Aguirre
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 21
tal radios were quite popular in the
PERSONAL HISTORY nineteen-twenties and thirties. So I
would visit, and just hearing her sto-
nor keeps “in a jar by the door.” I was she lived on her own, so I would go ard songs, too.
“ELEANOR RIGBY” © SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING L.L.C.;
always a little scared by how often around there and just chat, which is A week or so later, I was out on my
women used cold cream. sort of crazy if you think about me bike and bumped into Pete Shotton,
Growing up, I knew a lot of old la- being some young Liverpool guy. Later, who was the Quarry Men’s washboard
dies—partly through what was called I would offer to go and get her shop- player—a very important instrument
Bob-a-Job Week, when Scouts did ping. She’d give me a list and I’d bring in a skiffle band. He and I got talking,
chores for a shilling. You’d get a shil- the stuff back, and we’d sit in her and he told me that John thought I
ling for cleaning out a shed or mow- kitchen. I still vividly remember the should join them. That was a very John
ing a lawn. I wanted to write a song kitchen, because she had a little crys- thing to do—have someone else ask
that would sum them up. Eleanor tal-radio set. That’s not a brand name; me so he wouldn’t lose face if I said
Rigby is based on an old lady that I it actually had a crystal inside it. Crys- no. John often had his guard up, but
that was one of the great balances be-
The author’s handwritten lyrics for “Eleanor Rigby,” from 1966. tween us. He could be quite caustic
22 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
and witty, but once you got to know And, as if all these coincidences
him he had this lovely warm charac- weren’t enough, it turns out that some- PUZZLES & GAMES DEPT.
ter. I was more the opposite: pretty one else who was at the fête had a por-
easygoing and friendly, but I could be table tape machine—one of those old
tough when needed.
I said I would think about it, and
Grundigs. So there’s this recording
(admittedly of pretty bad quality) of
The New Yorker
a week later said yes. And after that the Quarry Men’s performance that Crossword Puzzle
John and I started hanging out quite day. You can listen to it online. And
a bit. I was on school holidays and there are also a few photos around of
John was about to start art college, the band on the back of a truck. So
usefully next door to my school. I this day that proved to be pretty piv-
showed him how to tune his guitar; otal in my life still has this presence
he was using banjo tuning—I think and exists in these ghosts of the past.
his neighbor had done that for him I always think of things like these
before—and we taught ourselves how as being happy accidents. Like when
to play songs by people like Chuck someone played the tape machine back-
Berry. I would have played him “I Lost ward in Abbey Road and the four of
My Little Girl” a while later, when I’d us stopped in our tracks and went, “Oh!
got my courage up to share it, and he What’s that?” So then we’d use that
started showing me his songs. And effect in a song, like on the backward
that’s where it all began. guitar solo for “I’m Only Sleeping.” It
I do this “tour” when I’m back in happened more recently, too, on the
Liverpool with friends and family. I song “Caesar Rock,” from my album
drive around the old sites, pointing “Egypt Station.” Somehow this drum
out places like our old house in Forth- part got dragged accidentally to the
lin Road, and I sometimes drive by start of the song on the computer, and
St. Peter’s, too. It’s only a short drive we played it back and it’s just there in
by car from the old house. And I do those first few seconds and it doesn’t
often stop and wonder about the fit. But at the same time it does.
chances of the Beatles getting to- So my life is full of these happy ac-
gether. We were four guys who lived cidents, and, coming back to where the
in this city in the North of England, name Eleanor Rigby comes from, my
but we didn’t know one another. Then, memory has me visiting Bristol, where
by chance, we did get to know one Jane Asher was playing at the Old Vic.
another. And then we sounded pretty I was wandering around, waiting for
good when we played together, and the play to finish, and saw a shop sign
we all had that youthful drive to get that read “Rigby,” and I thought, That’s
good at this music thing. it! It really was as happenstance as that.
To this very day, it still is a com- When I got back to London, I wrote 1. Plot device sometimes
plete mystery to me that it happened the song in Mrs. Asher’s music room used in thrillers.
at all. Would John and I have met in the basement of 57 Wimpole Street,
2. Bad stuff to microwave.
some other way, if Ivan and I hadn’t where I was living at the time.
gone to that fête? I’d actually gone Around that same time, I’d started 3. N.Y.C. club said to
along to try and pick up a girl. I’d seen taking piano lessons again. I took les- have catalyzed the punk
John around—in the chip shop, on sons as a kid, but it was mostly just movement.
the bus, that sort of thing—and practicing scales, and it seemed more 4. Apt to snoop.
thought he looked quite cool, but like homework. I loved music, but I
would we have ever talked? I don’t hated the homework that came along
know. As it happened, though, I had with learning it. I think, in total, I gave Find a new crossword
a school friend who knew John. And piano lessons three attempts—the first every Monday, Wednesday,
then I also happened to share a bus time when I was a kid and my parents and Friday, and a cryptic
every Sunday, at
journey with George to school. All sent me to someone they knew locally.
newyorker.com/crossword
these small coincidences had to hap- Then, when I was sixteen, I thought,
pen to make the Beatles happen, and Maybe it’s time to try and learn to play
it does feel like some kind of magic. properly. I was writing my own songs
It’s one of the wonderful lessons about by that point and getting more seri-
saying yes when life presents these ous about music, but it was still the
opportunities to you. You never know same scales. “Argh! Get outta here!”
where they might lead. And, when I was in my early twenties,
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 23
Jane’s mum, Margaret, organized les- he actually got to see the song take
sons for me with someone from the shape when I sometimes used the spo-
Guildhall School of Music and Drama, ken-word studio that we had set up in
where she worked. I even played “El- the basement of Ringo’s flat in Mon-
eanor Rigby” on piano for the teacher, tagu Square. The plan for the studio
but this was before I had the words. was to record poets—something we
At the time, I was just blocking out did more formally a few years later
the lyrics and singing “Ola Na Tun- with the experimental Zapple label, a
gee” over vamped E-minor chords. I subsidiary of Apple. I’d been experi-
don’t remember the teacher being all menting with tape loops a lot around
that impressed. The teacher just wanted this time, using a Brenell reel-to-reel—
to hear me play even more scales, so which I still own—and we were start-
that put an end to the lessons. ing to put more experimental elements
When I started working on the into our songs. “Eleanor Rigby” ended
words in earnest, “Eleanor” was always up on the “Revolver” album, and for
part of the equation, I think, because the first time we were recording songs
we had worked with Eleanor Bron on that couldn’t be replicated onstage—
the film “Help!” and we knew her from songs like this and “Tomorrow Never
the Establishment, Peter Cook’s club, Knows.” So Burroughs and I had hung
on Greek Street. I think John might out, and he’d borrowed my reel-to-reel
have dated her for a short while, too, a few times to work on his cut-ups.
and I liked the name very much. Ini- When he got to hear the final version
tially, the priest was “Father McCart- of “Eleanor Rigby,” he said he was im-
ney,” because it had the right number pressed by how much narrative I’d got
of syllables. I took the song to John at into three verses. And it did feel like
around that point, and I remember a breakthrough for me lyrically—more
playing it to him, and he said, “That’s of a serious song.
great, Father McCartney.” He loved it. George Martin had introduced me
But I wasn’t really comfortable with to the string-quartet idea through
it, because it’s my dad—my father Mc- “Yesterday.” I’d resisted the idea at first,
Cartney—so I literally got out the but when it worked I fell in love with
phone book and went on from “Mc- it. So I ended up writing “Eleanor
Cartney” to “McKenzie.” Rigby” with a string component in
The song itself was consciously writ- mind. When I took the song to George,
ten to evoke the subject of loneliness, I said that, for accompaniment, I
with the hope that we could get lis- wanted a series of E-minor chord stabs.
teners to empathize. Those opening In fact, the whole song is really only
lines—“Eleanor Rigby / Picks up the two chords: C major and E minor. In
rice in the church where a wedding George’s version of things, he con-
has been / Lives in a dream.” It’s a lit- flates my idea of the stabs and his own
tle strange to be picking up rice after inspiration by Bernard Herrmann,
a wedding. Does that mean she was a who had written the music for the
cleaner, someone not invited to the movie “Psycho.” George wanted to
wedding, and only viewing the cele- bring some of that drama into the ar-
brations from afar? Why would she be rangement. And, of course, there’s
doing that? I wanted to make it more some kind of madcap connection be-
poignant than her just cleaning up af- tween Eleanor Rigby, an elderly
1
terward, so it became more about woman left high and dry, and the
someone who was lonely. Someone mummified mother in “Psycho.”
not likely to have her own wedding,
Correction of the Week
but only the dream of one.
From the Times.
Allen Ginsberg told me it was a
great poem, so I’m going to go with In an earlier version of this article, the
Allen. He was no slouch. Another early given name of the actress who introduced
admirer of the song was William S. the couple was misspelled. She is Vaishnavi
Burroughs, who, of course, also ended Sharma, not Vaishmavi. The given name of
the wedding officiant was also misspelled. She
up on the cover of “Sgt. Pepper.” He is Gabra Zackman, not Dabra. Also, the au-
and I had met through the author Barry thor of “Dracula” was incorrect. He is Bram
Miles and the Indica Bookshop, and Stoker, not Jane Austen.
DON’T feel that you owe anyone an
SHOUTS & MURMURS explanation for why Bigfoot is snor-
ing in a nest of beach towels in the
mudroom. You are the alpha.
DO pick up a few squeaky toys, a cow
femur, and some Lincoln Logs on the
way home from work. This is called
enrichment, and it is a pragmatic mea-
sure to keep Bigfoot from gnawing the
furniture. Remember: you’re doing this
for your child.
DON’T let Bigfoot on the couch to
cuddle. Unless no one else is home. In
that case, at least pretend to be asleep.
Bigfoot doesn’t have to know that his
mossy warmth is soothing.
DO start taking Bigfoot with you on
your morning runs. Cars give you a
wider berth when you’re with Bigfoot.
And he knows all the best trails.
rescued ME ” bumper sticker. he sounds scared. And a bit like your DON’T let your child take Bigfoot
DON’T let your child overcrowd Big- child as an infant. away to college. A frat house is no place
foot when you get him home. Yes, ev- DO decide that there’s an inherent for Bigfoot. All Bigfoot’s stuff is here.
eryone’s very excited to play with Big- dignity in compromise. Besides, he can’t sleep without you.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 25
passed through Moscow. Wherever they
LETTER FROM MOSCOW went, Russians would give up their place
in line, or their seat on a train—a practice
EXILED
that an N.A.A.C.P. leader called an “al-
most embarrassing courtesy.” In 1931, after
the so-called Scottsboro Boys—nine
Why did a Black activist disappear in Stalin’s Russia? Black teen-agers falsely accused of rap-
ing two white women in Alabama—were
BY JOSHUA YAFFA put on trial, the American Communist
Party provided pro-bono legal defense,
and rallies in their support were held in
dozens of cities across the Soviet Union.
Two years later, Paul Robeson, the singer,
actor, and activist, visited Moscow and
remarked, “Here, for the first time in my
life, I walk in full human dignity.”
Homer Smith eventually published a
memoir, “Black Man in Red Russia,” in
which he described Fort-Whiteman as
one of the “early Negro pilgrims who
journeyed to Moscow to worship at the
‘Kaaba’of Communism.”Fort-Whiteman,
Smith went on, was a “dyed-in-the-wool
Communist dogmatist” who once said
that returning to Moscow after a trip to
the U.S. felt like coming home.
By the mid-thirties, however, the ex-
uberance of Moscow’s expat commu-
nity had begun to wane. In 1934, Sergei
Kirov, a leading Bolshevik functionary,
was shot dead in Leningrad. Joseph Sta-
lin, who had spent the previous decade
consolidating power, used the event to
justify a campaign of purges targeting
the Communist élite. Foreigners, once
fêted, became objects of suspicion. “The
broom had been sweeping steadily,”
Smith, who attended the hearings for
a number of high-profile defendants,
wrote. “Thousands of lesser victims, I
n the spring of 1936, Lovett Fort- Whiteman’s close friend in Moscow, knew, simply disappeared or were liq-
I Whiteman, an African American
man from Dallas, Texas, vanished in
later wrote, “He had adopted the prac-
tice of many Russian Communists of
uidated without benefit of trial.”
Fort-Whiteman had become a polar-
Moscow. He had lived in the Soviet shaving his head, and with his finely izing figure. He could be pedantic and
Union for nearly a decade, most recently chiseled nose set into a V-shaped face grandiose, with a penchant for name-
with his wife, Marina, a Russian Jew- he resembled a Buddhist monk.” dropping. “He did his best to prosely-
ish chemist, in a cramped apartment Nearly two decades had passed since tize and indoctrinate,” Smith wrote. In-
around the corner from the Central the Bolshevik Revolution established the creasingly, Fort-Whiteman came to argue
Telegraph building. By then, a half- world’s first Communist state, a society that the Communist Party, in order to
dozen African Americans had settled that promised equality and dignity for win more support among African Amer-
in Moscow permanently. Even among workers and peasants. In the Soviet Union, icans, must acknowledge that racism, as
them, Fort-Whiteman, who was forty- racial prejudice was considered the result much as social class, fuelled their plight.
six, was a striking sight. He wore knee- of capitalistic exploitation, and, for the For Marxist ideologues, this was heresy.
high boots, a black leather cap, and a Kremlin, countering racism became a One day, Smith stopped by Fort-
belted long shirt in the style of Bolshe- question of geopolitical P.R. Throughout Whiteman’s apartment. He knocked a
vik commissars. Homer Smith, a Black the nineteen-twenties and thirties, doz- few times, and finally Marina opened
journalist from Minneapolis and Fort- ens of Black activists and intellectuals the door. “Is Gospodin Fort-Whiteman
at home?” Smith asked, using the Rus-
In the Soviet Union, Lovett Fort-Whiteman wrote, in 1924, “life is poetry itself!” sian honorific. Marina was clearly on
26 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY YVAN ALAGBÉ
edge. “No, he isn’t,” she said. “And I beg cialist training academy operating out of speak in Chicago. As Titus wrote in his
you never to come here looking for him a converted mansion on East Fifteenth report, Fort-Whiteman told the crowd
again!” From his reporting on the purges, Street. He told a reporter from The Mes- that “there is nothing here for the negro,
Smith could reasonably assume the senger, a Black-owned magazine that and that until they have a revolution in
worst. He later wrote, “I had been liv- covered the politics and literature of the this country as they have had in other
ing in Russia long enough to under- Harlem Renaissance, “Socialism offers countries, the negro will be the same.”
stand the implications.” the only lasting remedy for the economic Fort-Whiteman added that he “would
ills from which humanity is suffering like very much to go to Russia.”
ike many African Americans in and which weigh so heavily on the col- Four months later, at the age of thirty-
L the early twentieth century, Fort-
Whiteman’s life was directly shaped by
ored race.”
In the years that followed, Fort-
four, he got his chance: he was selected
as a delegate to the Fifth World Con-
the atrocities of the antebellum South. Whiteman returned to acting and began gress, the preëminent gathering of the
His father, Moses Whiteman, was born publishing theatre criticism and short Communist International, to be held
into slavery on a plantation in South fiction in The Messenger. His stories that summer in Moscow.
Carolina. Shortly after Reconstruction, were richly imagined and often laced
he moved to Dallas and married a local with a brash disregard for the era’s ra- n arrival, Fort-Whiteman and other
girl named Elizabeth Fort. They had a
son, Lovett, in 1889, and then a daugh-
cial mores. In “Wild Flowers,” Clarissa,
a Northern white woman with “a slight
O delegates to the Comintern, as the
Communist International was known,
ter, Hazel. When Fort-Whiteman was but well-knit figure,” has an affair with were taken to Lenin’s mausoleum, on
around sixteen, he enrolled at the Tus- Jean, a Black man from the South “of Red Square. The father of the Revolu-
kegee Institute, the historically Black pleasing countenance, and in the early tion had died six months earlier, and his
university in Alabama, then led by flush of manhood.”Eventually, Clarissa body lay in perpetual state, attracting pil-
Booker T. Washington. Moses died a gets pregnant, and she tries to hide the grims from all over the world. Stalin had
few years later, and Elizabeth and Hazel affair by accusing her husband of har- been named the head of the Party, but
moved to Harlem. Fort-Whiteman even- boring Black ancestry. he had not yet solidified power. Bolshevik
tually came, too, finding work as a bell- As soldiers returned from the First politics were in a liminal phase, marked
hop and moonlighting as an actor in a World War, increased competition for by a boisterous debate over the future of
Black theatre troupe. jobs and housing contributed to rising Communism. Everything seemed up for
In his mid-twenties, he went to Mex- racial tensions in the United States. Dur- grabs, including the Comintern’s policy
ico, entering without a passport, and ing the summer of 1919, some twenty-six toward recruiting and organizing Afri-
headed for the Yucatán. The Mexican race riots broke out across the country. can Americans.
Revolution was under way, with upstart In Chicago, a Black teen-age boy who During a session devoted to the “na-
anarchist and socialist movements con- drifted on a raft into a whites-only area tional and colonial question,” Fort-
fronting the wealthy landowning class. of Lake Michigan was attacked with Whiteman was given the floor. Stalin was
By the time Fort-Whiteman returned rocks and left to drown by a crowd of in the audience, along with foreign del-
to Harlem, four years later, in 1917, he white bathers. In the violent aftermath, egates such as Palmiro Togliatti, a leader
was a committed Marxist. hundreds of Black businesses and homes of the Italian Communist Party, and Ho
In Russia, it was the year of the Oc- on the South Side were destroyed, and Chi Minh, then a young Vietnamese so-
tober Revolution, in which Vladimir nearly forty people were killed. cialist, who had travelled to Moscow on
Lenin and the Bolsheviks, after the Fort-Whiteman set off on a speaking a fake Chinese passport. Fort-Whiteman
abdication of Tsar Nicholas II, seized tour, in the hope that this nationwide began by explaining the Great Migra-
power and declared a dictatorship of spasm of racist violence, known as the tion: Blacks were moving north, he said,
the proletariat. In the U.S., the appeal Red Summer, would open up African not only in search of economic opportu-
of Communism for many immigrants Americans to his radical message. A labor nity but also as an “expression of the grow-
and ethnic minorities was obvious: few organizer from Illinois compared him to ing revolt of the Negroes against the per-
other political philosophies at the time “a man carrying a flaunting torch through secutions and discriminations practiced
held out the possibility of full equality. dry grass.” Fort-Whiteman was detained against them in the South.”
“It can be difficult for many who think in Youngstown, Ohio, after trying to con- Fort-Whiteman suggested that issues
of the Soviet Union through the lens vince Black laborers to join striking steel- of race and class, in varying and overlap-
of Stalinism or the ‘evil empire’ to rec- workers. He drew a meagre audience in ping ways, were responsible for the op-
ognize all it seemed to offer African St. Louis, where the police arrested him, pression of African Americans. “The Ne-
Americans,” Glenda Gilmore, the au- boasting to the local papers that they had groes are not discriminated against as a
thor of the 2008 book “Defying Dixie,” busted the “St. Louis Soviet.” class but as a race,” he said, seeming to
a history of the radical roots of the Fort-Whiteman eventually caught acknowledge that this was a controver-
civil-rights movement, told me. “They the attention of the Bureau of Investi- sial statement. For Communists, he con-
weren’t delusional but, rather, thinking gation, soon to become the F.B.I. In Feb- tinued, “the Negro problem is a peculiar
quite practically.” ruary of 1924, an agent named Earl Titus, psychological problem.”
Fort-Whiteman enrolled in a six- one of the first African Americans to Much of the congress was leisurely.
month course at the Rand School, a so- work at the Bureau, saw Fort-Whiteman Delegates went boating on the Moscow
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 27
River and attended a classical-music con- most Black workers had not read Marx, K.U.T.V.) Haywood, in his memoir,
cert held along the shore. At the end of they had been pushed toward radicalism “Black Bolshevik,” published in 1978,
the three-week event, Fort-Whiteman by the crucible of American racism. The wrote, of Fort-Whiteman, “There was
decided to remain in Moscow. He was Party, he wrote, must “carry Communist no doubt that he was a showman. He
invited to enroll as the first African Amer- teaching to the great mass of American always seemed to be acting out a part
ican student at the Communist Univer- black workers.” he had chosen for himself.”
sity of the Toilers of the East (K.U.T.V.). On the evening of October 25, 1925,
White Americans attended the Interna- ort-Whiteman soon returned to Chi- five hundred people assembled in a
tional Lenin School, Moscow’s premier
academy for foreigners. But, because So-
F cago, where he established the Amer-
ican Negro Labor Congress (A.N.L.C.),
rented hall on Indiana Avenue, in Chi-
cago, for the A.N.L.C.’s founding con-
viet policy deemed African Americans a a forum for Communists to make their vention. The program, which Fort-
“colonized” people, they were to study at pitch to Black workers. Not long after Whiteman had arranged, quickly went
K.U.T.V., alongside students from China, he arrived, he ran into Oliver Golden, a awry. A member of a “Russian ballet”
India, Indonesia, and else- friend from his student days company—actually made up of white
where. (Ho Chi Minh was at the Tuskegee Institute. American dancers—shocked by all the
a student there; so, too, was Golden, who was in his late Black faces in the audience, shouted a
Deng Xiaoping, the future thirties, worked as a railway racial slur. Someone yelled back, “Throw
Chinese leader.) Students porter. Fort-Whiteman was the cracker bitches out!” The company
spent ninety minutes a day walking down the street in refused to go on. A Soviet theatre troupe
on Russian lessons, and the a Russian blouse and boots. performed a one-act Pushkin play, in
rest of their time reading Golden later recalled, “I Russian. “Of itself, it was undoubtedly
Communist texts. asked him what the hell interesting,” Haywood noted. “But its
That summer, Fort- he was wearing. Had he relevance to a black workers congress
Whiteman embarked on a come off stage and forgot- was, to say the least, quite unclear.”
tour of the Soviet Union. ten to change clothes?” Fort- After the convention, Fort-Whiteman
Gilmore, in her book, recounts that a Whiteman said that he had just returned mounted a barnstorming tour of indus-
Cossack division in Ukraine made him from Russia, and asked if Golden wanted trial cities, inviting press attention wher-
an honorary member; in Soviet Turke- to study in Moscow. Golden remem- ever he went. In Baltimore, the local
stan, residents voted to rename their town bered, “At first I thought he was kidding, African American newspaper wrote, ap-
Whitemansky. The archives of W. E. B. but, man, I would have done anything provingly, “If this is red propaganda,
Du Bois contain a letter from Fort- to get off those dining cars!” A couple of then for God’s sake let all our leaders
Whiteman, written “from a village deep weeks later, Golden was on a boat headed supply themselves with a pot and a brush
in the heart of Russia,” in which he de- across the Atlantic. and give 12,000,000 colored people in
scribes how the many nationalities of the That year, Fort-Whiteman dispatched this country a generous coating.” The
Soviet Union “live as one large family, ten Black students to study at K.U.T.V. white press reacted with predictable hys-
look upon one another simply as human “Feel assured that the university will be teria. In 1925, an article in Time referred
beings.” He tells Du Bois of evenings satisfied with the group of young men to Fort-Whiteman as the “Reddest of
spent with his K.U.T.V. classmates, stag- and women I am sending,” he wrote to the Blacks.”
ing open-air theatrical performances in K.U.T.V.’s director. The New York Her- Fort-Whiteman never ventured far-
the forest: “Here life is poetry itself!” ald Tribune reported that Fort-Whiteman ther south, where the vast majority of
Back in Moscow, Fort-Whiteman hoped for his recruits to “do some real African Americans lived. The A.N.L.C.’s
settled into his room at the Hotel Lux, upheaving when they come home,” and recruitment efforts floundered. A Com-
where he wrote a number of letters to that he planned to open a K.U.T.V. munist Party directive in the Comintern
top Communist officials. I read them in branch in Harlem with courses such as archive notes the failure of Fort-White-
the Comintern archive, held in the build- “Economics of Imperialism” and “His- man’s mission, informing Party members
ing that once housed the Marx-Engels- tory of Communism.” The journalist, that “all shortcomings in tactics and or-
Lenin Institute—a five-story edifice in clearly alarmed, wrote, “The flame of ganization must be frankly brought to
what is now a posh stretch of central Bolshevism, kindled by Lenin and threat- light.” One high-ranking Black official
Moscow, across from a Prada boutique. ening at one time to set all Europe ablaze, in the Workers Party of America declared
Fort-Whiteman asked Grigory Zinoviev, is being quietly concentrated upon the that the organization ended up “almost
a powerful Bolshevik and the head of United States through the instrument completely isolated from the basic masses
the Comintern, about the possibility of of the American Negro.” of the Negro people.”
enlisting “the discontented elements of Harry Haywood, a child of enslaved Fort-Whiteman was removed as head
the Negro race in America into the rev- parents, who had served in a Black reg- of the A.N.L.C. in 1927. It appeared that
olutionary movement.” He noted that, iment in the First World War, helped his great ambition had failed: he hadn’t
though African Americans were the most Fort-Whiteman organize the Ameri- convinced many African Americans that
oppressed group in the United States, can Negro Labor Congress. (His older socialist revolution was a means for com-
American Communist organizations had brother Otto was among the men whom batting racism, nor had he convinced
done little to reach out to them. Even if Fort-Whiteman convinced to study at his Communist brethren in Moscow
28 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
that African Americans were oppressed guage paper, hired him as a contribu- former secretary of the Comintern. He
based on their race. But Fort-Whiteman tor. His clips reflect an omnivorous mind, also implored his visitors to remain
wouldn’t let the matter drop. on subjects ranging from early radia- acutely aware of their race. This empha-
In an article in the Comintern’s offi- tion therapies (“The result of this ex- sis on color consciousness, which ran
cial organ, he wrote that “race hatred on periment was a 70 per cent cure of can- counter not only to reigning Commu-
the part of the white masses extends to cerous mice”) to the fauna of western nist theory but also to the everyday ex-
all classes of the negro race.” This debate Siberia (“The expedition reports the perience of being Black in Moscow, was
about the roles of race and class in the presence of an abundance of elk”). In often met with resistance. One of Fort-
perpetuation of inequality continues an interview that Smith conducted for Whiteman’s guests suggested that, if he
among leftist activists and thinkers today. the Chicago Defender, a Black-owned enjoyed “going around with a black chip
“It was clear then, as it is now, that, in paper, Fort-Whiteman described the on his shoulder,” he should return to the
America, race classes you,” Gilmore told Soviet Union as a place where “the Negro American South. Smith later wrote,
me. “Fort-Whiteman and others were is untrammeled by artificial racial re- “His Negro guests relished the food and
talking about which should be fixed first.” strictions to make a genuine contribu- drinks, but the indoctrination dish did
If race is a social construct, then an egal- tion to human culture.” not prove as digestible.”
itarian revolution could be seen as a means Along the way, he married Marina, a In 1931, a production company fi-
for achieving racial equality, too. But, chemist in her late twenties, although, as nanced by the Comintern backed a
Gilmore added, Fort-Whiteman had a Smith recalls, Fort-Whiteman’s Russian big-budget movie, “Black and White,”
different notion: “Even as a devoted was still rudimentary, and Marina’s En- about the American race problem. The
Communist, he understood that, in glish wasn’t much better. Soviet author- film was set in Birmingham, Alabama,
America, it always came down to the ities opened an Anglo-American school and featured Black stokers in steel mills
fact that he was a Black man.” in Moscow, to educate the children of and domestic workers in affluent white
In the Comintern archive, I read an foreign workers; Fort-Whiteman took a households. Fort-Whiteman was enlisted
“editorial note” that Fort-Whiteman’s job there, as a science teacher. Yevgeny as a screenwriting consultant. A number
comrades later attached to his essay, call- Dolmatovsky, a celebrated poet, wrote a of aspiring Black actors in the U.S. ex-
ing his position “very superficial.” Fort- verse about a visit to Fort-Whiteman’s pressed interest in taking part. Langston
Whiteman, they warned, was “shifting classroom: “The black teacher White- Hughes joined on as a writer.
from the Communist to the petty bour- man / Leads the lesson. / From in my In the early-morning hours of
geois nationalist point of view.” heart I draw my words/From the deep- June 14, 1932, twenty-two Black stu-
est reaches within / I see again, and again, dents, teachers, actors, and writers set
t the Sixth Congress of the Com- and again / You, my Black comrade!” off from New York, travelling to Ger-
A intern, in the summer of 1928, there
was a major debate about how best to
Fort-Whiteman was eager to men-
tor the other African Americans living
many on the ocean liner Europa, and
then by train to Moscow. Fort-Whiteman
agitate for Communist revolution among in Moscow. He regularly hosted lunches met them on the platform with a wel-
African Americans. Some people within at his apartment, where he expounded come party that included most of the
the Party pushed for recruiting share- on Marxist theory and boasted about city’s small African American commu-
croppers and rural laborers in the South. his connections to top Bolsheviks, such nity. As Hughes later recalled, invok-
Fort-Whiteman, who had returned to as Bukharin and Karl Radek, an Aus- ing a popular spiritual, “Certainly col-
Moscow as a delegate, argued that it trian-born Jewish Communist and a ored comrade Whiteman didn’t look
was better to wait out the Great Mi-
gration, organizing Black workers once
they became urban proletariat in the
factories of the North. His position
aligned with that of Nikolai Bukharin,
the editor of Pravda, who saw capital-
ism as ascendant; worldwide revolution,
Bukharin argued, would have to be de-
ferred. Stalin, of course, disagreed.
But, even as Fort-Whiteman found
himself in opposition to the Commu-
nist mainstream on the “Negro ques-
tion,” as Comintern ideologues called
it, he was thriving in the Soviet Union.
He studied ethnology at Moscow State
University and spent a summer in Mur-
mansk, in the Arctic Circle, research-
ing the effects of hydrogen concentra-
tion in water on fish metabolism. The
Moscow Daily News, an English-lan- “Let’s eat somewhere that isn’t so touristy.”
anti-American propaganda. “Black and
White” was cancelled before a single
scene had been shot.
e turn to the Internet for wellness. During the pandemic lock- Pope, or a woman, it’s necessary to have
“There was a very cold business fact “MasterClass’s premise is ‘We’re going he world doesn’t lack for program-
that we had to market each new class
to a new audience.” When the subscrip-
to give you people who don’t need an
introduction,’” Avery said. “I don’t know
T ming, so companies like Master-
Class often focus on engagement: how
tion plan began, though, the site of- anything more about Gordon Ramsay do we stop you from leaving? The lon-
fered just sixteen classes. Investors were now than I did before I watched his ger someone stays on your site, the more
concerned that there weren’t enough MasterClass—it could have been any- ads you can show her, and the more
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 39
Chris Voss, I’d have to say, sorry, but
that doesn’t make any sense.”
Many subscribers are happy enough
watching whatever is on the site’s home
page. Mark Williamson told me that
he wasn’t surprised by the early success
of James Patterson’s class: “A lot of peo-
ple want to be writers. But Hans Zim-
mer?” Zimmer is a composer who scored
such movies as “The Lion King” and
“Inception.” “That class also did incred-
ibly well, even though there aren’t that
many people who want to score films.
But people do want to learn about things
they’re interested in—and they’re en-
tertained by that.”
I have zero interest in becoming a
ballet dancer. But the way that Misty
Copeland warms up in her Master-
Class, the way her hands keep tensely
regripping the barre, made me feel in
“Weird. My phone says that there’s only a thirty-per-cent my sinews how hard she’s working just
chance of it raining men at 4 p.m.” to do her pliés and tendus. “I’m not a
master, and I don’t teach ballet,” Cope-
land told me, “but I wanted people to
• • see the humanity of it.” I could appre-
ciate her craft—the way her airy leaps
likely she is to renew her subscription. student takes ten classes and hops were rooted in earthbound tasks—with-
That’s why Netflix autoplays the next around. Unaccountably, those who come out feeling any obligation to emulate
episode of “Money Heist” before you for Bobbi Brown’s makeup tips head it. MasterClass is like “This Old House,”
can even think about getting up to go next to Chris Voss’s class on negotia- but for people.
to the bathroom. tion, and those who watch Steph Curry The best classes give you a new lens
Rogier expects his audience to stick proceed to Steve Martin. on the world. James Patterson says that
around for a while. “Quibi showed MasterClass’s chief product officer, the bits of his advice about writing
that short form is not the cure for Paul Bankhead, who previously led that strike you as the most wrong-
everything,” he told me, referring to Google’s app-and-media store, is headed are the ones you need to in-
the bite-size-content site that blew charged with interpreting and guiding corporate, because “those are the things
through $1.4 billion and went out of subscriber behavior. “If you’re into writ- that are farthest from what you’re doing
business in six months. “The longer a ing, it’s easy to show you all the writ- now.” Matthew Walker, the site’s sleep
class of ours is, the more people will ing classes,” he told me. “But it might expert, warns against caffeine, alcohol,
watch of it.” MasterClass is for peo- be good for you as a human being if and naps—three of my favorite things.
ple who have some free time on their we show you another category, like “From a biochemical perspective,” he
commute home, or before bed. “It’s cooking or how to be an astronaut.” observes, “wakefulness is low-level
for medium-sized attention spans,” He smiled wryly. “My life in building brain damage.” I preferred world views
Jay Roach, who directed several early recommendation systems tells me that that felt additive rather than subtrac-
classes, said. “That’s the niche David all humans want more of the same. But tive, such as that of Ron Finley, the
figured out.” we’re in the business of changing lives. urban gardener. “Knowledge is gang-
MasterClass has an unusually high Only, it’s hard to figure out how to do sta,” Finley says. “Soil is gangsta. Air
renewal rate: fifty-two per cent after that, because human beings struggle to is gangsta as fuck. You can’t get no
the first year. But it turns out that the explain their motivations. Asking them more gangsta than air.” As he told me,
amount of time subscribers spend why they like a class doesn’t give you his class isn’t really about garden-
watching classes has no effect on very reliable data.” ing—“it’s about freedom.” Freedom
whether they renew. What they really When I told Rogier about Bank- from the old you.
want remains a mystery. When you head’s view, he nodded understandingly,
trace their pathways on the site, it be- then said, “My thirst is not quenched ast December, MasterClass’s con-
comes clear that mastery of a single
topic—an ascetic devotion to ten thou-
until I understand the why.” He laughed.
“And, right now, any hypothesis you
L tent and insights teams met to dis-
cuss test results for a forthcoming class
sand hours of squat jumps or dicing might offer about why there’s a high on meditation from Jon Kabat-Zinn,
zucchini—isn’t usually it. The typical correlation between Bobbi Brown and the roostery sage who leads the Amer-
40 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
ican mindfulness movement. Several egories had provided the most impact. a family.” Yet he already seems bound
people suggested that the class, which Wellness was out in front, with eighty- to a life partner, in MasterClass. “This
ran more than seven hours, and which nine-per-cent efficacy. “It kinda makes is the hardest thing I’ve ever done—I’ve
featured stretches where Kabat-Zinn sense—sleep, yoga,” he said. He seemed lost friends, put on weight, faced a level
simply sat in the lotus position, might resigned to the fact that his subscrib- of stress and anxiety and lost sleep that
not need his recitals of poems by Rumi ers weren’t aiming higher. But, as he I didn’t know existed,” he said. “It’s
and Emily Dickinson. thinks his way through the maze of also the best thing I’ve ever done—
Jess Van Garsse, a creative director, Dos and Feels and Be Seens, he still having impact on a large number of
brought up the section on yoga: “He’s hopes to eventually understand exactly people is replenishing and addicting.”
not a yoga teacher, and he’s kind of how a nifty bit of technique can pro- At times, the enterprise seems to be
older, and kind of loses his balance at duce an epiphany. “It’s going to be a escaping his grasp. Rogier watched every
the beginning, and he’s awkward. He combination of taste and statistics, and MasterClass until about 2018, when he
looked at that footage and said, ‘Keep it’s messy, but if we can combine it all began to fall behind; now, as new classes
it in, I love it.’ But I was really sur- and push that out into the world—holy début nearly every week, he’s even fur-
prised by the lack of cringey comments shit, we can change the way people ther from completion. I noted, gently,
around that.” learn!” he said. “You’re looking for those that he’d nonetheless optimized him-
Nekisa Cooper was unconcerned. mind-bending moments, like when self in numerous ways. “Does optimi-
“We have to harken back to the origi- Hans Zimmer says that every musical zation lead to happiness?” he wondered.
nal mission,” she said. “It’s not ‘How do note asks or answers a question, and “I hate the myth of the fully optimized
we teach meditation?’ It’s ‘How do we then he demonstrates it. Or Garry life—if you strive to become fully op-
capture the mastery of this instructor?’ Kasparov, who made moves that just timized, you become a robot. To me,
I think we need to just go with this being blew my mind. On set, he asked me to it’s just, the more I know, the more I
part of the Jon Kabat-Zinn experience.” look at the chessboard as he set up some can win against the bullies.”
When MasterClass first reached out, positions. I noticed one combination The site has recently begun to at-
Kabat-Zinn told me, he ignored the he planned to point out, and thought, tract instructors, including Amy Tan,
e-mails for six months, because “I’d never I’m seeing the board like Garr y Elaine Welteroth, Jake Shimabukuro,
even heard of them.” And then he was Kasparov! He said, ‘That would be the and Malala Yousafzai, who were Master-
dubious: “I didn’t want to do something beginner level.’” Rogier cracked up, then Class subscribers before they taught
for the moneyed élite, the glitterati.” He went on, “You have to meet expecta- their classes. “Eventually, it’ll be like
insisted on having lunch with David tions for what consumers expect. But the way adults now talk about ‘Sesame
Rogier to interrogate his values. Rogier my hypothesis is that the magic comes Street’ in their childhoods,” David
was nervous—“Jon Kabat-Zinn can when you also give them other kinds Schriber said. “We’re ‘Sesame Street’
look into your soul!”—but his sincerity of impacts that they don’t expect.” for adults.”
shone through, as did his promise that Feelings inspire empathy, and em- But Rogier told me that “the main
the class would be made available to the pathy can open you to marvels. As the goal is still to have somebody use the
meditation community for free. “His magician Teller explains in his class classes to become a master. We do also
intention is to bring good into the with Penn, at age five he imprinted on hope for the well-rounded person who
world,” Kabat-Zinn said, “and he un- expands their horizons. And if I had to
derstands that that requires going be- choose between the two I guess I’d
yond their business model.” choose lots and lots of well-rounded
Or even undermining it: Kabat- people.” The set of subscribers on the
Zinn’s class is a P.S.A. against striving. mastery track is a shrinking minority;
“You will never be Mother Teresa, you MasterClass has perfected the art of be-
will never be the Dalai Lama,” he says. guiling people with an array of delights
“The only chance you have is to be that distract them from pursuing a sin-
yourself.” He adds that “the entire gle discipline. There is always going to
thrust of this MasterClass . . . is that be more money in distraction. But, Ro-
you’re already perfect.” You can’t at- his Howdy Doody Magic Kit, which gier said, stubbornly arguing against his
tain, you can’t complete, you can’t mas- contained a Mystic Tray that amazed own company’s business case, “A mas-
ter; you can only recognize who you him by multiplying pennies. That made ter, one master, is worth a lot.” How
are. When I spoke with Kabat-Zinn, him realize, he tells us movingly, that much, exactly? He focussed, his stutter
I suggested that if you really absorbed “something could be a miracle and a subdued. “Norman Borlaug”—who won
his class you might not take any more trick at the same time.” the Nobel Peace Prize for his agricul-
MasterClasses. “You might not!” he The ultimate trick—or miracle—is tural innovations—“saved a billion lives.
agreed, laughing. changing your life. Erica Kammann, Or look at the people who developed
Rogier maintains his belief in the Rogier’s chief of staff, told me, “Post- the COVID vaccines.” He did the lonely
power of perfectibility. At the con- pandemic, David’s going to be back mental arithmetic. “I’d say a master is
tent-review meeting in June, he called out in the world, and we’re going to worth ten million happy, well-rounded
up a slide showing which subject cat- find him a wife, and he’s going to have people. Maybe a hundred million.”
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 41
o Kyle Belz-Thomas, an ideal
expensive-looking watch on her wrist. Still, he said, “it felt like a comfortable fit.” They handed over thousands of dollars.
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boy. Kyle and Adam sped to the hospi-
tal, where Tonya Corrado, an attorney
Lee worked with, gave them adoption
papers to sign. Angel seemed content
when they named the baby Maxwell,
and she remained calm when the cou-
ple took him home. Kyle and Adam
were quickly thrown into a life defined
by warming bottles, changing diapers,
and Max’s sleep schedule.
In January, 2018, Lee called them to
say that Angel was pregnant again, and
that she wanted them to adopt this
baby, too. Max was almost seven months
old. He had recently been rushed to
the hospital with breathing problems,
and he had stayed on oxygen in the
intensive-care unit for a week. Kyle and
Adam had a mortgage and about thirty
thousand dollars of additional debt. “It
was crazy,” Adam said. But Lee pres-
sured them. “What are you going to
tell Max when he finds out you had
the chance to adopt his sister and you
“Are your hands clean?” didn’t do it?” they recalled her saying.
This time, she asked for half of the fees
• • and all of the birth-mother expenses
up front. On January 20th, they gave
Lee a check for ten thousand dollars.
other challenges. During their meeting, had a two-year-old son, whom she They prepared a second room, dec-
Adam noticed an expensive-looking was raising on her own. Lee encour- orated with mermaids and pirates, and
watch on Lee’s wrist that seemed at aged Kyle and Adam to send their bought bright block letters to spell the
odds with her image. book to Angel, and they were thrilled baby’s name, Alexandra, on the dresser.
Many adoption agencies are affili- when Lee told them that Angel had During the next few weeks, Kyle and
ated with churches that disapprove of chosen them as adoptive parents. The Adam were often unable to get updates
gay couples; Lee said that she had never total cost of the adoption would be from Lee about Angel. In February,
worked with a same-sex couple, but around twenty-five thousand dollars, Kyle invited his parents and siblings
that she had no objection to it. “It felt which included eight thousand dol- over for dinner. Everyone was gathered
like a comfortable fit,” Adam recalled. lars for Angel’s living expenses. Ac- around the dining table when he
He and Kyle signed the paperwork that cording to state regulations, those handed Max to his mother and asked
day and gave Lee a deposit of twenty- could include housing, food, and med- her to take his sweatshirt off, reveal-
five hundred dollars. They prepared a ical treatment. ing a T-shirt that said “I’m going to be
twenty-two-page book about their fam- They met with Angel and Lee for a big brother.” In a video that Kyle’s
ily, filled with descriptions and photos lunch at a Red Robin restaurant and sister took on her iPhone, Kyle can be
of their home and of their parents, sib- started going to Angel’s ultrasound ap- seen wiping tears from his eyes. They
lings, nieces, and nephews. One image pointments. “It was a mad rush to get sent the video to Lee, thanking her.
showed Kyle cradling a newborn; an- a nursery done,” Adam told me. They In March, they gave Lee another
other showed Adam in his art studio, chose a wildlife theme for the room, three thousand dollars for Angel’s ex-
where he makes custom figurines of and decorated the walls with trees and penses. But, about a month later, Lee
people’s pets. foxes. They had sent money to Lee to told them that Angel was backing out
Lee began sending them profiles help move Angel and her son into an of the adoption. “It really hurt,” Adam
of potential birth mothers, or “first apartment in downtown Detroit, and said. The emotional pain was com-
PREVIOUS SPREAD: MAGNUM
mothers,” as they’re sometimes called. to pay for furniture and a fridge, gro- pounded by the fact that he and Kyle
In April, 2017, Lee sent an e-mail about ceries and Uber rides. The couple never couldn’t recover any of the money they
Angel, whose due date was July 8th. dealt directly with Angel; payments al- had sent to cover Angel’s living expenses.
After a horrific sexual assault, Lee ways went to Lee, who told them it Soon afterward, Lee called them
said, Angel had become pregnant, and was easier that way. “We kept handing again: she had found another birth
was now determined to give up the over money constantly,” Adam said. mom, April, who was due at the end
baby. She was twenty-one and already On June 23rd, Angel gave birth to a of the year. In a document describing
44 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
April’s situation, Lee wrote that April ter that year, and then, in 2007, a son. between Jacksonville and Michigan,
“is very close to me. We speak daily, In 2012, Lee adopted the first of but soon she was conducting adop-
even when she isn’t pregnant. She has two children from a woman she had tions primarily in Michigan. State law
a heart of gold.” Lee estimated that the met in Michigan. According to Mel- requires that adoption agencies be li-
cost of this adoption would be higher: anie Peterson, a mother of five in Mil- censed, a process that Lee never com-
about thirty-five thousand dollars, fif- waukee who tried to adopt through pleted, and in 2015 Michigan investi-
teen thousand of which would go to- Always Hope, Lee told an improbable- gated her for operating an unlicensed
ward birth-mother expenses. Fifteen sounding story of meeting the mother agency. The investigation initially con-
thousand dollars was due immediately. of her adopted children at a picnic cluded that she wasn’t violating the
They wrote Lee another check. one day; two weeks later, Lee claimed, law, based on her insistence that she
the woman showed up at her door and was only taking birth mothers to ap-
ara Lee grew up in Mount Cle- announced that she wanted Lee to pointments and arranging clothing
T mens, Michigan, a town close to
New Baltimore. She was the eldest of
adopt from her. Lee declined to dis-
cuss her adoptions, but she wrote in
donations. After receiving further com-
plaints, state agents told Lee that she
six children. She told me that her fa- an e-mail, “I never wanted to facili- had to get a license to continue to fa-
ther ran the service department at a tate adoptions. I wanted to help at cilitate adoptions, but she never ap-
Cadillac dealership, and that her mother risk pregnant women with their op- plied for one. That year, she took in
was a stay-at-home parent and, later, tions.” She added, “I could not believe more than a hundred and thirty thou-
a supermarket manager. Lee’s parents that many women only knew about sand dollars from adoption work.
divorced when she was three but re- either parenting or abortion. I wanted Attorneys were needed to handle
mained close. “We did eat dinner at women to know that they had op- the adoption paperwork, and Lee even-
the dinner table as a family every sin- tions. . . . I am pro life. I was pro life tually fell into a collaboration with
gle night,” Lee wrote in an e-mail. “We choices for those who didn’t want to Corrado and Talia Goetting, who had
got into trouble for having our elbows have an abortion.” their own firm. Goetting had become
on the table lol. I was raised with man- In 2015, Lee registered the Always an adoption lawyer after a traumatic
ners and respect.” Hope Pregnancy and Education Cen- childhood. Her mother, who got preg-
Lee attended Anchor Bay High ter in Jacksonville, Florida, where, nant with her when she was sixteen
School, in a nearby town, where she according to adoptive families who years old, was sent to a home for unwed
was outgoing and popular. A former worked with her, she had been coun- mothers, where she was pressured to
classmate, Kristy Steakley, said, “Tara selling pregnant women and helping give up her baby. Goetting felt un-
was a people person. She could talk to to match them with families to adopt wanted by her adoptive mother. “It was
anybody.” their babies. Lee travelled frequently an extremely difficult experience,” she
Lee was an average student, but she
dreamed of becoming an attorney, and
couldn’t wait to get out of Mount Cle-
mens. “I planned to live in a one bed-
room apartment somewhere on the
upper east side of New York City and
work in corporate America my whole
life,” she wrote in an online-diary entry
from 2017. “However, the lord had other
plans for me.” After Lee graduated, in
1999, she moved to Florida, to work at
Epcot. “I wanted to explore life,” she
said. She and her high-school boyfriend,
Jeremy, who now works for a heating-
and-cooling company, got married in
2002, shortly after Lee gave birth to
their first child, a daughter.
In 2005, when Lee was twenty-three,
she was arrested for writing a series of
bad checks, including two to local
jewelry stores and one to Costco. She
pleaded guilty and was ordered to repay
twenty-two thousand dollars to at least
seventeen different businesses. Later
that year, she wrote a bad check for a
Polaris snowmobile, which led to an-
other guilty plea. Lee had another daugh-
said. “But I’m still glad that I was born.” Northwestern University, which she tian homes. The outright sale of babies
When she was seventeen, she reunited left propped up on the floor in Goet- also continued openly, with advertise-
with her biological parents, who later ting and Corrado’s office. It seemed ments placed in newspapers and “baby
adopted three children from an orphan- odd, Goetting later recalled, but both farms” serving as warehouses for infants
age in Russia. Goetting eventually went attorneys continued to do business with and children available for purchase. A
to law school, then worked as an assis- Lee. “I wasn’t necessarily suspicious,” 1917 study conducted for the Juvenile
tant attorney general for the state of Goetting told me. “I don’t view the Protective Association quoted one Chi-
Michigan before starting a family-law world that way.” cago baby-farm saleswoman’s slogan:
practice. Goetting said that she was in- “It’s cheaper and easier to buy a baby
spired by her younger siblings and that, t is uncomfortable to think of adop- for $100.00 than to have one of your
although her own experience of being
adopted was “awful,” most adoptions
I tions as financial transactions, but
they share many attributes. Adoptions
own.” That year, Minnesota passed the
nation’s first law requiring that poten-
aren’t like hers. Goetting is now mar- are brokered by entrepreneurs offering tial adoptive parents be evaluated for
ried and has four children, one of whom a service that has life-changing conse- fitness, including by investigating their
was adopted from Guatemala. quences. Babies tend to move from the finances and inspecting their home.
Lee first contacted Goetting in 2016, poor to the wealthier, and large sums Through the twentieth century, the
to help a family in Florida adopt from of money change hands. Ellen Her- rules governing adoption were increas-
a woman in Michigan. Goetting and man, a historian at the University of ingly shaped by negative perceptions
Corrado’s job was to gather about thirty Oregon and the author of “Kinship by of unmarried mothers. David Smolin,
documents that had to be submitted Design,” a comprehensive history of the director of the Center for Children,
to the county and the state; they in- adoption in the U.S., told me that the Law and Ethics at Samford University’s
cluded birth certificates, marriage cer- idea of matching children with suit- law school, told me that the regulations
tificates, driver’s licenses, an affidavit able families is relatively new. “There “created this legacy of secrecy and shame
from the adoptive parents saying that is a long history of treating adoption that we’re still trying to get out from
they understood the adoption laws in as a market,” she said. “It was consid- under.” In 1927, the Supreme Court
Michigan, and proof that they had un- ered an opportunity for commercial ruled that forced sterilization of intel-
dergone a “home study” and a back- transactions and profits, not for fami- lectually disabled women in public in-
ground check. Normally, most of this lies and child welfare.” stitutions such as mental-health facil-
would have been done well in advance. The transfer of children from one ities and prisons did not violate their
With Lee, Goetting said, she or Cor- family to another was once an informal constitutional rights. The decision was
rado would be summoned to a hospi- process. Lack of access to birth control, interpreted broadly, fuelling a percep-
tal just before a baby was born, where severe poverty, and the shaming of tion that single pregnant women were
they would meet the adoptive family unwed mothers insured a steady sup- promiscuous and unfit to be parents.
for the first time and scramble to as- ply of children whose parents couldn’t In the years after the Second World
semble the documents and other pa- care for them; babies were sometimes War, out-of-wedlock births increased
perwork. “We’d get these phone calls, stolen from hospitals and homes and dramatically, and so-called maternity
and we’d have to hustle,” she said. Goet- then sold. In 1851, Massachusetts be- homes proliferated. Upper- and middle-
ting and Corrado’s fees were usually class girls and women could live there
between five thousand and eight thou- until their babies were born and given
sand dollars; they collected half of that up for adoption, and then they returned
from the family at the hospital, and the to their communities as if nothing had
rest a few days later, when the adop- happened. This came to be known as
tion was finalized. Lee would usually the Baby Scoop Era, and it lasted until
present the lawyers with signed con- the nineteen-seventies, when increased
sent forms from the birth fathers, which access to birth control and abortion
were required. Another attorney worked made it easier for women to avoid un-
with the birth mothers, and would often wanted pregnancies.
be called to the hospital at the last min- came the first state to establish laws for By that time, adoption had been
ute as well. adoption, defining it as a practice that embraced by some conservative Chris-
Lee told families that she was qual- should be driven primarily by the needs tian churches, which saw it as a means
ified to provide counselling services to of children rather than by the wishes of avoiding abortion and expanding
birth mothers, and that she was trained of adults. Still, reform of the industry the Christian population. Pastors en-
as a doula, which enabled her to charge moved slowly. In 1854, the Children’s couraged their congregations to adopt
fees for assisting with their labor and Aid Society started running “orphan children from Asia, Africa, Latin Amer-
delivery. Goetting said that she repeat- trains,” which removed children from ica, and Eastern Europe, prompting
edly asked Lee to provide evidence of poor immigrant households along the tens of thousands of transnational adop-
her qualif ications; eventually, Lee Eastern Seaboard and sent them west tions. Later scandals revealed that not
brought in a large, framed diploma for to rural and farming communities, in- all of those children were lacking fam-
a master’s degree in social work from tending to place them in good Chris- ily members in their home countries
46 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
who wanted them, and the number of
international adoptions dropped by
around ninety per cent from a high, in
2004, of twenty-three thousand.
The private-sector and nonprofit
adoption and child-welfare-services in-
dustries in America generate an esti-
mated nineteen billion dollars a year in
revenue. Each state has its own rules
about who is qualified to arrange an
adoption, which families are eligible to
adopt, the rights of birth mothers to
change their minds, and the rights of
birth fathers to be involved in the de-
cision. This has left enormous gaps in
the system. “The whole thing is so
fraught with vulnerability, inequality of
power, and you still have the apparatus
of the old secrecy-and-shame system,”
Smolin said. “Big money and a veil of
secrecy attracts bad actors.”
Lee carefully controlled all commu-
nication between expectant mothers and
adoptive families, and tried to prevent
the two sides from contacting each other
directly; she arranged most in-person
meetings and usually came along. This
• •
gave her tremendous influence over two
sets of emotionally vulnerable people. tions, in which they are promised the worked for Lee as a house cleaner when
To grow her business, Lee needed ability to maintain contact with their she was in high school. When Day be-
to find women willing to give up their children, there is no adequate legal en- came pregnant, at the age of nineteen,
babies for adoption, which is not easy. forcement mechanism. He also pointed she wasn’t sure if she could take ade-
Smolin told me that the largest num- out that adoption intermediaries often quate care of a baby. She recalled Lee
ber of adoptions in the United States serve as advisers to pregnant women, saying that adoption would be better
occur within the foster-care system, informing them of their options—even for the baby, and that Day wasn’t up to
which has approximately four hundred as they stand to gain financially if the being a mother. She came to regret the
thousand children, many of whom have women choose to pursue adoption. decision and told me that she often
experienced some sort of trauma and Lee worked with many birth moth- cries when something reminds her of
may ultimately be reunited with their ers who were in treatment for heroin her daughter, who is now three years
birth families. Some seventy thousand addiction, in and out of prison, or home- old and lives with a family in Chicago.
foster-care adoptions take place each less. According to Chelsea Coffman, She showed me a tattoo, on the inside
year, and they are heavily regulated by who put her baby up for adoption of her right arm, of her daughter’s name
the government. The market for new- through Lee and later worked as her and birthday, along with the adoptive
born babies is very different—accord- personal assistant, Lee recruited women parents’ names. “You love this baby so
ing to one estimate, up to two million at local methadone clinics. Coffman much, and you say to yourself, ‘Can I
families may be looking to adopt, but told me that her prior drug use had led really do it?’” she told me. “Even if it
only about twenty thousand women a Michigan Children’s Protective Ser- breaks your heart, you say, ‘I’m going to
year decide to relinquish their babies. vices to remove her two kids from her put you with someone wonderful who
“You’ve got these private adoption in- custody. When she found out that she can really take care of you.’” She said
termediaries charging thirty, forty, or was pregnant again, while in jail in 2017, that she still struggles with anger to-
fifty thousand dollars a year, chasing another inmate introduced her to Lee. ward Lee. “Something put her on this
twenty thousand women who are will- Coffman said that she felt she had to earth to be the best manipulator and
ing to consider it and end up doing it,” give the new child up for adoption in liar you have ever seen,” Day said.
Smolin said. “The money aspect of it order to focus on her sobriety and to
is very troubling.” improve her chances of regaining cus- n the summer of 2018, Kyle and
Smolin noted that, although the rel-
ative shortage of adoptable babies has
tody of her other two kids. “It always
hurts,” Coffman told me. “You always
I Adam became increasingly con-
cerned about their match with April,
given birth mothers more leverage to have that missing piece.” who was due in late December, ac-
demand things such as “open” adop- Another birth mother, Moriah Day, cording to Lee. All they had received
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was a blurry photograph from Lee
that showed a rosy-cheeked, blue-
eyed young woman in a trucker cap. CONTINUITY
When they asked if they could have
an ultrasound photo of the baby, Lee Before getting into the cab, she hands him a cup.
said that she would try, but an image Then, after they kiss, she hands him the cup again.
never arrived. Though Lee had ini-
tially told them that April took good As they walk, she hands him a man-made substance.
care of herself during pregnancies, she Then, after they kiss, she hands him the cup again.
eventually said that April was refus-
ing prenatal care. “We became kind She hands him a chalice of lightning
of skeptical of this one,” Adam told & he hands her a chalice of fire.
me. He called Lee in frustration, de-
manding to know where their money Then in the next shot, after they kiss,
was going. “Tara said, ‘Are you yell- They exchange chalices again.
ing at me?’ ” he recalled. He immedi-
ately backed down. He didn’t want to When she goes through the metal detector,
jeopardize their chances of getting She carefully places a pair of hoop earrings in a plastic tray.
another baby.
When Kyle and Adam finally sug- When she retrieves them,
gested to Lee that they drop the match They are two silver bangles she fits to her wrists.
with April, she said that she would
keep what remained of their fees and When they climb from the cab in the rain, her hair is wet,
expenses, about fourteen thousand But when they kiss on the sidewalk her hair is dry again.
dollars, and apply it to a future adop-
tion. During the next few weeks, Kyle After she takes off her helmet & breastplate,
maintained a close, chatty dialogue & enters the water wearing nothing but courage,
with Lee, exchanging text messages
with her almost daily and speaking
frequently with her on the phone.
Kyle found her easy to talk to; he
shared updates about his work and went to the Louis Vuitton store, where lars to Lee for Mariah’s expenses. Then,
about Adam’s art projects and their Lee purchased a seventeen-hundred- shortly before the due date, Lee told
home renovations. Lee loved hearing dollar purse. them an ultrasound had revealed that
about Max, who would soon turn one the fetus had life-threatening health
and was just starting to walk. ne evening in early October, 2018, defects. When he was born, he lived
Kyle and Adam and other fami-
lies Lee worked with noticed that she
O Goetting was preparing to leave
work when she overheard Corrado on
for only thirty-five minutes. Faulken-
berry and her family were devastated
had a taste for luxury fashion. She the phone, sounding defensive. An by the news. Lee promised to send Eli-
owned Christian Louboutin shoes adoptive mother from South Carolina jah’s birth and death certificates and
and a Balenciaga handbag—accesso- named Julie Faulkenberry was shout- some photographs, but they never came.
ries that weren’t seen very often in ing at her; when Goetting entered the Faulkenberry suspected that the story
her middle-class suburb. Cortney Ed- room, Corrado placed the call on speak- of Mariah and Elijah was a lie; when
mond—a mother of six from Colo- erphone. “You should be ashamed of she hinted as much, Lee replied, by
rado, whose two arranged adoptions yourself,” Faulkenberry said. “You’re text, “I hope you don’t think this is a
with Lee fell through after, accord- scamming people. How can you sleep scam.” By then, Faulkenberry had placed
ing to Lee, the birth mothers changed at night?” a call to the F.B.I. She also started con-
their minds—said, “Tara would al- Goetting and Corrado spent the tacting other Always Hope families
ways tell me, ‘Yes, I have a shopping next hour on the phone. Faulkenberry, through Facebook, and discovered that
problem, but I don’t want you to think who is a nurse, and her husband, Jake, many of them had stories similar to her
the money comes from adoptions. had three biological children. They own. In one instance, Faulkenberry said,
The money all comes from my hus- wanted a fourth, and had started work- Lee had told adoptive parents that their
band. He makes all the money.’ ” Ed- ing with Lee after suffering three mis- birth mother had been shot, and that
mond recalled accompanying Lee on carriages and a stillbirth. In May, 2017, both she and the baby she was carry-
a trip to an upscale mall outside De- Lee matched Faulkenberry with a Flor- ing had died. Faulkenberry said that
troit. Lee walked into a jewelry store ida birth mother named Mariah, who she had spoken with birth mothers who
where the clerks knew her by name, was having a boy. The Faulkenberrys had been living in deplorable condi-
pointed at something, and bought it named their future son Elijah and, they tions because Lee had never paid their
without asking the price; then they said, sent about fifteen thousand dol- bills. Lee had also told some families
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Sluss had been with the F.B.I. since
2017 and had worked on numerous
She says to him, “You are nude, fraud cases. “I just kept spewing things
But you must be naked to win.” out,” Panchenko recalled. A phrase
came to her, and she started repeating
Or she says, “To survive you must lay bare it: “adoption scam.”
The heart,” according to the closed captions.
n early October, Lee contacted Adam.
When they climb from the river, her hair is a river
Where night has fallen, tangled with twigs & stars,
I “I’m calling you because you’re the
calmer of the two of you,” she said. She
told him that she had another birth
Parting like a path of escape. mother for them. Renee had already
But in the very next shot, placed one child for adoption through
Lee and was pregnant again. She was
As they climb from the river, “very personable, Very outgoing and
Her hair is braided with wire & string. very educated,” Lee wrote in a descrip-
tion she sent. Lee told Adam that Renee
When he bangs on the rain-streaked window had already looked at the couple’s book
Of the cab yelling her name in a pivotal scene, and liked them. Kyle and Adam had
lost more than twenty thousand dollars
Briefly reflected in the window in the rain on their two failed adoptions, but, they
Tangled with wires & stars above a river recalled, Lee told them that she still
had several thousand dollars of their
Is the hand of a fan or stagehand or bodyguard, payments in escrow that could be ap-
Body double, bystander, interloper, beloved ghost, plied toward the new adoption; all she
needed now was an additional five thou-
& the two of us watching from a bridge on the far side. sand dollars. That night, Lee arranged
a phone call with Kyle, Adam, Renee,
—Terrance Hayes and herself. Afterward, Lee told the
couple that Renee had chosen them as
the adoptive parents. They sent over the
that she had cancer or had had a stroke, be emotional or disgruntled. “Tara five thousand dollars, and spent the next
neither of which appeared to be true. would never do something like that,” week texting with Renee, but soon she
It is hard to believe that Goetting she told herself. Still, she drove straight stopped returning their messages. They
and Corrado, who handled the legal as- to Goetting and Corrado’s office, where started to feel a familiar sense of dread.
pects of many of Always Hope’s adop- they called Faulkenberry back and Around this time, Teresa and Mike
tions, were unaware that so many of asked her to tell her story again. Matheny were making preparations to
them had fallen through. Still, Goet- At some point while Faulkenberry drive to Detroit from their home in At-
ting told me that, while listening to was talking, Panchenko felt her stom- lanta. Teresa, an animal technician in a
Faulkenberry, she felt a growing sense ach drop. She turned to Goetting and research lab at Georgia State Univer-
of shock. “It was stunning, it was sad, it mouthed, “What the fuck?” After the sity, and Mike, a loan officer, had been
was almost unbelievable,” she said. She call ended, Panchenko said, “We need through two rounds of fertility treat-
began to run through all the previous to pull every file.” They spent several ments and had given up on becoming
moments with Lee that had made her hours looking through their own rec- pregnant. Teresa told me that, because
feel uneasy. “She created this circus,” ords before Goetting remembered Mike is Jewish and she was brought up
Goetting recalled of Lee. “There’s a baby that she had access to Lee’s e-mail Southern Baptist, they had trouble find-
being born, there’s no attorney for the account. In the following days, as the ing adoption agencies willing to work
birth mother, the adopting parents have lawyers scrolled through thousands with them. Then they had a phone call
no attorney. Tara has been their only of messages, they found countless in- with Lee, who quickly introduced them
source of information, and she keeps it stances in which Lee seemed to be to a birth mother.
that way. It was always chaos.” promising the same baby to more than “It was this really emotional moment
Maria Panchenko, an attorney who one family. for us,” Mike told me. Lee said that she
had started working with Lee the pre- “We’re in way over our heads,” would send an adoption contract right
vious May, was leaving the courthouse Panchenko said. over. As soon as he hung up, Mike said,
when Goetting called her and asked Through Instagram, Panchenko got he called their credit-card company to
her to come to Goetting and Corra- in touch with a friend who had worked ask for an increase in their credit limit.
do’s office. Panchenko was initially in the human-trafficking squad at the They sent two payments, totalling thir-
skeptical of her concerns: adoptions F.B.I. in Detroit. After they spoke, an- teen thousand dollars, to Lee that af-
often failed, and adoptive parents could other agent, Matthew Sluss, called her. ternoon. “I’m not someone who just
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adoptive parents had sent to Lee to give
to her. She described to Sluss the lay-
out of Lee’s home, and told him where
Lee kept her computer and her files.
The next day, November 9th, Sluss and
a team of F.B.I. agents knocked on Lee’s
door, wielding a search warrant. A De-
troit TV news station, WXYZ, received
a tip about the raid and sent over a
news crew to film it. The agents re-
moved boxes, files, and Lee’s computer
hard drive. Panchenko was in court, in
the middle of a trial, when Lee texted
her, “The F.B.I. is at my house.”
Although WXYZ had footage of
the raid, the station didn’t know who
the target was or why it had happened.
A few days later, Heather Catallo, a
veteran investigative reporter at the sta-
tion, was at her desk when her boss
handed her a sheet of paper with the
address of the raid on it. “See what you
can find out about this,” she told her.
“I know this sucks, but just think of how awful we’ll feel tomorrow.” Meanwhile, Kyle had started to in-
vestigate their ongoing adoption with
• • Renee. He found her last name and her
husband’s name on social media. On
Facebook, he found her profile page,
hands people money. I’m a fine-print rado said that, since they already seemed which included pictures of her pregnant
guy,” Mike said. Still, he said, he wasn’t to know, she could share a few things. belly, along with posts in which a woman
a naturally suspicious person, and “alarm “We have no reason to believe your thanked Renee for choosing her to adopt
bells didn’t go off.” adoption is fake,” Corrado said over the the baby and announced the details of
The birth mother was in treatment phone. “But we don’t have confirma- a spaghetti fund-raiser that she was host-
for opioid addiction and was taking tion, either.” ing at her church to raise money for the
methadone to address withdrawal symp- fees. Kyle wrote a message to the woman,
toms; her newborn baby would likely orrado, Goetting, and Panchenko saying that he and his spouse had also
experience withdrawal as well and would
need to spend time in the neonatal in-
C spent two weeks creating a spread-
sheet for the F.B.I. with information
been matched with Renee’s child. Re-
nee’s husband learned of the message
tensive-care unit. Teresa and Mike about every Always Hope adoption and contacted Kyle. “I remember when
planned to be in Detroit before the due they knew of and any problems they Renee spoke to you guys a few weeks
date, October 21st. They were packed had uncovered. They also started call- ago,” Kyle recalled him saying. “But we
and ready to leave when Teresa received ing prospective adoptive parents to decided to go with this other family.
an e-mail from another adoption agency tell them that Lee had apparently de- Didn’t Tara tell you?”
that they had signed up with, based in frauded them by matching them with When Kyle confronted Lee, she said
Michigan. The message asked whether birth mothers who didn’t exist or by that Renee must have been deceiving
they were working with Lee. She re- telling more than one family that they her, and refused to return the five thou-
sponded “yes,” and then followed up were adopting the same baby. “It was sand dollars that he had sent her the
with a text message to the head of the horrible,” Panchenko told me. prior month. She said that Goetting
agency. She got a text back that read The F.B.I. agents met with Corrado, and Corrado were trying to frame her
“Don’t do ANYTHING—stay calm. . . . Goetting, and Coffman, the birth and steal her business, with the assis-
Someone will call you—don’t contact mother who had worked for several tance of several adoptive mothers who
Tara.” Mike recalled that he heard a months as Lee’s assistant. A prosecu- were angry that their adoptions hadn’t
“bloodcurdling” scream from Teresa. tor named Sara Woodward joined them. worked out, and that they had trig-
They immediately called Goetting and That summer, Coffman had spent most gered an F.B.I. investigation of Always
Corrado, who were representing them days driving around with Lee while she Hope. Lee promised that she’d find
in the adoption. The lawyers told them took phone calls and visited pregnant them another baby. Kyle also recalled
that Lee was under federal investiga- women. Coffman had quit after learn- her telling him, “I swear on my chil-
tion for adoption fraud, and that it was ing that she had never received much dren’s lives I will get your money back.”
imperative they not tell anyone. Cor- of the expense money that her baby’s On December 4th, Catallo reported
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Lee’s name on the air. Catallo told me ern was fake; the school doesn’t offer a the current patchwork regulation of
that, as soon as she started covering master’s in social work. In August, Lee baby brokers was inadequate. Amber
the case, families who had worked with pleaded guilty to wire fraud. When I Morey, a nursing student in Phoenix,
Lee contacted her, including a dis- spoke to her by phone, Lee said that described the experience of being
traught father whose child, without his she was innocent, adding that prosecu- matched with a birth mother named
knowledge, had been placed with a tors had threatened to charge her hus- Stacey in 2017, sending Lee thousands
family in another state. band if she fought the case by going to of dollars for expenses, reorganizing her
Kyle and Adam said that Lee called trial. (Sara Woodward said that this was life around becoming a mother, and
them several times in distress because not true.) Lee was on the verge of tears then flying to Michigan for the deliv-
adoptive families and birth mothers as she told me that pleading guilty had ery, only to be told by Lee that Stacey
were “abandoning her” after seeing news been a mistake. She is now seeking to had inexplicably disappeared. Morey
reports about her. She insisted that the overturn her plea. then requested to address Lee directly.
investigation would soon be dropped, The investigation had found a hun- She turned toward Lee, who sat at the
and said that she had found another dred and sixty families and seventy birth defendant’s table, and asked, “Did Sta-
birth mother for them. At one point, mothers whom Lee allegedly defrauded. cey even exist?” There was a pause be-
Kyle told me, she called him and sug- Some of them, including Teresa and fore Lee replied, “In my heart she did.”
gested that she was thinking of killing Mike Matheny, had successfully ad-
herself. He was so concerned that he opted babies, but most had not. Doz- hen I visited Kyle and Adam
picked Max up early from day care and
rushed to Lee’s house.
ens of members of adoptive families
travelled from across the country to a
W this past May, they were getting
ready to leave on a family camping trip.
Kyle said he believed that Lee was federal courtroom in downtown De- We sat in a bright sunroom papered
innocent until January 11, 2019, when troit to attend the sentencing, which with children’s finger paintings and post-
she was indicted. Adam was at work took place about two weeks before the ers of the alphabet. Their year dealing
when the complaint was unsealed; he COVID-19 shutdown. Melanie Peterson, with Lee had been “a mess” for them
printed it out and went to the parking one of the adoptive mothers, told me as a couple, Adam told me. “We fought.
lot to read it in his truck. The charge that the hearing was one of the most We argued. We disagreed on every-
accused Lee of seeking to defraud fam- powerful experiences of her life. “There thing.” He said he had been frustrated
ilies by misrepresenting herself as a li- was something about being present that Kyle had been so blind to Lee’s
censed adoption worker and social with those other families—we walked deceptiveness, although he acknowl-
worker, of matching more than one set into that courtroom literally hand in edged that he had been fooled, too.
of adoptive parents with the same birth hand,” she said. Watching Lee enter They even contemplated divorce. Kyle
mother, and of matching parents with the room in a prison jumpsuit, hearing told me that the worst part was that he
birth mothers who weren’t pregnant or the sound of her ankle chains clinking, missed so much time with Max while
who didn’t exist. Adam called Kyle, who was deeply cathartic. “I just needed to tracking down birth mothers on the In-
was at home, and said, “She did this.” see her face, to know that ternet, reading news reports,
That weekend, Goetting contacted she was a real person, that and, eventually, coöperat-
Kyle after piecing together the history I wasn’t making this all up ing with the F.B.I.
of their dealings with Lee. She told in my heart and head,” Pe- After Lee was charged,
them that April, the second birth terson said. Kyle and Adam said, they
mother Lee had matched them with, Bernard Friedman, the had tried to get used to the
hadn’t been pregnant. judge overseeing the case, idea that they would be a
In July, the government filed another said that Lee had “ruined one-child family, and that
indictment of Lee, in which it also people’s lives for genera- Max would grow up with-
charged a local woman named Enhelica tions,” ordered that she pay out siblings. Kyle said he
Wiggins as an accomplice, after find- restitution of more than a decided to make one last
ing recordings on her phone in which million dollars, and issued inquiry with the adoption
she had posed as a fake birth mother to the maximum penalty permitted under agency that had conducted their home
several of Lee’s adoptive families. (Wig- the sentencing guidelines: ten years study. “We wanted to know what a real
gins pleaded guilty to wire fraud and and one month in prison. adoption is like,” he told me. A few weeks
was sentenced to twenty-one months Before Friedman handed down the later, he got a call from the head of the
in prison.) The government found that sentence, he told the victims in atten- agency, who said that it had what’s
Lee had taken in $2.1 million from her dance who planned to address the court known as a “stork drop”—a baby who
adoption activities, more than a million to take their time. The hearing lasted is born at a hospital and relinquished
of that in 2018. She had also spent al- for nearly five hours. Fifteen people, in- for adoption without advance notice.
most four hundred thousand dollars on cluding Adam, Peterson, and Teresa As they prepared to drive to the hos-
luxury purchases, including more than Matheny, spoke. Lee was described as pital, Kyle called his parents. “Can you
forty thousand dollars each at Louis a “criminal” and a “monster.” Several come over to watch Max?” he recalled
Vuitton, David Yurman, and Hutch’s victims made passionate calls for reform asking them. “We’re going to the hos-
Jewelry. Her degree from Northwest- of the adoption system, and argued that pital to pick up our daughter.”
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FICTION
BOOKS
AMERICAN STOIC
What Stephen Crane left behind.
BY ADAM GOPNIK
aul Auster’s “Burning Boy: The out from Auster’s gently loquacious tal poverty—and also one of expanded
The battles in Crane’s “The Red Badge of Courage” feel like surrealist nightmares in which no one is master of his fate.
ILLUSTRATION BY JOHN GALL THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 59
or empty platitudes was every bit as diction and the death’s-head grin of routines entirely unknown to him:
effective in paring down your prose its attitudes: The men had begun to count the miles
and making you care most about the upon their fingers, and they grew tired. “Sore
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
elemental particulars as any course in Who, squatting upon the ground, feet an’ damned short rations, that’s all,” said
Flaubert. It was from this background Held his heart in his hands, the loud soldier. There was perspiration and
that Crane wrote “Maggie: A Girl of And ate of it. grumblings. After a time they began to shed
their knapsacks. Some tossed them unconcern-
the Streets.” It is not as good a novel I said, “Is it good, friend?”
edly down; others hid them carefully, assert-
as we’d like it to be, given its pre- “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it ing their plans to return for them at some con-
science in American literature for aus- “Because it is bitter, venient time. Men extricated themselves from
tere realism. The story of a decent girl “And because it is my heart.” thick shirts. Presently few carried anything but
forced into prostitution by poverty, it their necessary clothing, blankets, haversacks,
canteens, and arms and ammunition. “You can
is striking for the complete absence Certainly nothing in “Maggie” sug- now eat and shoot,” said the tall soldier to the
of sentimentality about either the gested the scale of what Crane pulled youth. “That’s all you want to do.”
protagonist or her circumstances: off in “Red Badge” only two years later. There was a sudden change from the pon-
Maggie has a heart not so much of It’s the story of a teen-age boy, of his derous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
gold as of iron. What is most mem- immersion and panic in battle, during infantry of practice. The regiment, relieved of
a burden, received a new impetus. But there
orable in the book now is the talk, the Civil War, and of his achievement was much loss of valuable knapsacks, and, on
and Crane’s way of placing pungent, of the “red badge”—a wound, though the whole, very good shirts. . . . Presently the
broken dialogue against a serenely thankfully not a fatal one. “Red Badge” army again sat down to think. The odor of the
descriptive background. No publisher is one of the great American acts of peaceful pines was in the men’s nostrils. The
would touch it, and, when Crane originality; and if Auster is right that sound of monotonous axe blows rang through
the forest, and the insects, nodding upon their
self-published it, hardly any readers it has largely vanished from the high- perches, crooned like old women.
would, either. school curriculum, its exile is hard to
Fortunately, there was a significant explain, given that it crosses no pieties, It was Crane, more than any other
exception to the wave of indifference: offends no taboos, and steps on no ob- novelist, who invented the American sto-
William Dean Howells, the good viously inflamed corn. It is relentlessly ical sound. Edmund Wilson, in “Patri-
guy of American letters in his day, apolitical, in a way that, as many crit- otic Gore” (1962), saw this new tone, with
whose nearly infallible tuning fork ics have remarked, removes the reasons its impassive gestures and tight-lipped,
for writing, which had allowed him for the war from the war. It’s a work laconic ambiguities, as a broader effect
to appreciate Emily Dickinson before of sheer pointillist sensuality and vio- of the Civil War on American litera-
almost anyone else did, also enabled lence: no causes, no purposes, no jus- ture. The only answer to the nihilism of
him to respond to Crane. (Though tifications—just a stream of conscious- war is a neutrality of diction, with rage
only after Crane had given him a sec- ness of fear and, in the end, deliverance vibrating just underneath. Hemingway
ond nudge to read it. Eminent liter- through a kind of courage that is in- wrote of the Great War, in “A Farewell
ary people want to read the work of distinguishable from insanity. to Arms,” almost in homage to what
the young and coming; they just need But that’s what gives it credibility Crane had written of the Civil War.
to be reminded that it was sent to as a work of human imagination: teen- How did Crane conjure it all? Aus-
them two months ago.) age boys set down in a uni- ter dutifully pulls out the memoirs and
Overnight, Crane had verse of limitless boredom historical sources that Crane had likely
as a literary mentor some- suddenly interrupted by read. But the novel really seems to have
one who was both broadly hideous violence and omni- been a case of a first-class imagination
acceptable to middlebrow present death would not, going to work on what had become all-
readers and acutely at- in truth, think of the cause pervasive material. The Civil War and
tuned to the avant-garde. but of their own survival, its warriors were everywhere; when Crane
Howells was as much pro- seeking only the implicit went to Cuba to cover the Spanish-Amer-
tector as mentor, though approval of their fellow- ican War, in 1898, many of the leaders of
it seems entirely plausible soldiers. “Red Badge” is the American troops were Civil War of-
that, as one critic main- not about war; it is about ficers, including some Confederates.
tained, he was the first to battle. Soldiers fight and Auster is often sharp-eyed and re-
read Dickinson’s poetry to Crane. The die so they don’t let down the other vealing about the details of Crane’s writ-
exposure helped liberate his own men who are in the line with them. ing, as when he points out how much
poems. If “Maggie” is amazing, in its One of the miracles of American fic- Crane’s tone of serene omniscience de-
way, it doesn’t touch the poetry in the tion is that Crane somehow imagined pends on the passive construction of
collection “The Black Riders,” from all this, and then faithfully reported his sentences. But when he implies that
1895, which reads like a collaboration his imagination as though it had Crane is original because he summons
between Dickinson and a street- happened. What’s astonishing is not up interior experience in the guise of
walker—grim materials with ecstatic simply that he could imagine battle exterior experience—makes a psychol-
measures. As Berryman saw, it is but that he could so keenly imagine ogy by inspecting a perceptual field—
hair-raising in the modernity of its the details of exhaustion, tedium, and he is a little wide of the mark. This is,
60 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
after all, simply a description of what
good writing does: Homer and Virgil
writing on war were doing it, too. (We
are inside Odysseus’ head, then out on
the Trojan plain. We visit motive, then
get blood.) What makes Crane remark-
able is not that he rendered things felt
as things seen but that he could report
with such meticulous attention on things
that were felt and seen only in his imag-
ination. Again and again in his novel,
the writing has the eerie, hyperintense
credibility of remembered trauma—not
just of something known but of some-
thing that, in its mundane horror, the
narrator finds impossible to forget:
The men dropped here and there like bun-
dles. The captain of the youth’s company had
been killed in an early part of the action. His
body lay stretched out in the position of a tired
man resting, but upon his face there was an
astonished and sorrowful look, as if he thought
some friend had done him an ill turn. The bab-
bling man was grazed by a shot that made the
blood stream widely down his face. He clapped
both hands to his head. “Oh!” he said, and
ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he had
been struck by a club in the stomach. He sat
down and gazed ruefully. In his eyes there was
mute, indefinite reproach. Farther up the line,
a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee
joint splintered by a ball. Immediately he had
dropped his rifle and gripped the tree with “But after this stage we’re planning to raise him without technology.”
both arms. And there he remained, clinging
desperately and crying for assistance that he
might withdraw his hold upon the tree. • •
The wounded man clinging desper-
ately to the tree has the awkward, anti- on the Central Park Pond are merely strictly realist and reportorial: the
dramatic quality of something known. mentioned, not seen. Crane achieves battle scenes in “Red Badge” feel like
“Red Badge” has this post-traumatic in- this effect when he juxtaposes the ner- nightmares out of a surrealist imag-
tensity throughout, but so do later sto- vous vernacular of a know-it-all soldier ination, with an excision of explan-
ries, just as fictive, like “The Blue Hotel” against his calm pastoral prose: ation and a simultaneity of effects,
and the unforgettable “The Five White because that is what battles must be
Many of the men engaged in a spirited de-
Mice,” about a night of gambling in bate. One outlined in a peculiarly lucid man- like. The result is almost mytholog-
Mexico that almost turns to murder, ner all the plans of the commanding general. ical in feeling, and mythological
where the sudden possibility of death He was opposed by men who advocated that in the strict Greek sense that every-
hangs in the air, and on the page, in a there were other plans of campaign. They clam- thing seems foreordained, with no
way that isn’t just vivid but tangible. The ored at each other, numbers making futile bids one ever master of his fate. We live
for the popular attention. Meanwhile, the sol-
ability not simply to imagine but to an- dier who had fetched the rumor bustled about and die by chance and fortune. This
imate imagination is as rare a gift as the with much importance. He was continually as- symbolic, myth-seeking quality of
composer’s gift of melody, and, like that sailed by questions. Crane’s writing gives it an immedi-
gift, it shows up early or it doesn’t show “What’s up, Jim?” acy that makes other American real-
up at all. Among American writers, per- “Th’ army’s goin’ t’ move.” ists, of Dreiser’s grimmer, patient kind,
“Ah, what yeh talkin’ about? How yeh
haps only Salinger had the same pre- know it is?” seem merely dusty.
cocity, the same hard-edged clarity of “Well, yeh kin b’lieve me er not, jest as yeh Auster calls Crane’s work “cine-
apprehension, and “The Catcher in the like. I don’t care a hang.” matic,” though perhaps it is closer to
Rye,” another instantly famous novel There was much food for thought in the the truth to say that feature films
about an adolescent imagination, shares manner in which he replied. He came near were derivatively novelistic, Crane
to convincing them by disdaining to produce
Crane’s uncanny vividness. Rereading proofs. They grew much excited over it. and Dickens providing the best model
both, one is shocked by how small all at hand for vivid storytelling. John
the descriptive touches are; those ducks The impulse of Crane’s fiction is Huston’s 1951 production of “Red
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 61
Badge”—itself the subject of a mas- but he did patronize women “of the a conviction in my life, I am convinced
terpiece of reporting, Lillian Ross’s streets.” He didn’t patronize them in that she did not solicit those two men,”
“Picture,” in this magazine—is both the other sense—he treated them as he later wrote.
a good movie and faithful to the text, women marginalized by society, who At first, Crane was admired for his
perhaps a good movie because it is nonetheless had the opportunity for a gallantry. “STEPHEN CRANE AS BRAVE
faithful to the text. Intelligently cast range of sexual experience, and with it AS HIS HERO. SHOWED THE ‘BADGE
with young veterans of the war just a limited sort of emancipation, that re- OF COURAGE’ IN A NEW YORK PO-
ended, including the Medal of Honor spectable women were unhappily de- LICE COURT. BOLDLY AVOWED HE
winner Audie Murphy, it evokes ex- nied. He lived with one, Amy, who was HAD BEEN THE ESCORT OF A TEN-
actly the trembling confusion of less a sex worker than a woman who DERLOIN WOMAN” was the headline
non-heroic adolescents thrown into worked out her sexual decisions for in Hearst’s New York Journal. Then
a slaughterhouse which Crane sought herself, having a lively series of attach- Becker was brought up on charges,
in his prose. ments to men other than Crane, even and he brutally beat Dora Clark in
as she loved him. It was an arrange- retaliation. In the course of a hearing,
rane’s ascension to celebrity was ment that worked until it didn’t. Becker’s lawyer revealed that Crane
C immediate. Auster produces some
hostile notices—every writer has one
One night in 1896, Crane was out
reporting on nightlife in the Tender-
had had a long-term, live-in affair
with another “Tenderloin woman,”
place that just hates him, and Crane’s loin—then the red-light district, in called Amy Huntington or Amy Les-
was the New York Tribune—but they the West Thirties—in the company of lie. To top it off, the police had raided
are more than balanced by the effu- two “chorus girls.” They were joined his apartment and found an opium
sive ones. (What damages writers is a by a woman known as Dora Clark, pipe. Crane had earlier done a remark-
completely hostile or uncomprehend- who had previously been arrested for ably fine job on a piece about opium
ing press, like the reception that Mel- soliciting, and, while Crane was put- smoking, though Auster is unsure
ville got for “Pierre” and that helped ting one of the chorus girls onto a whether Crane smoked the stuff. The
clam him up.) Talked of and written trolley, a corrupt cop named Charles vivid evocation of an opium high sug-
up, Crane found that everyone wanted Becker arrested the other chorus girl, gests that he did, but then he excelled
to be his employer or his friend, in- along with Dora Clark, for proposi- at the vivid evocation of things that
cluding William Randolph Hearst, tioning two passing men. Crane in- hadn’t happened to him. Either way,
who was just starting his reign at the tervened on behalf of both women, he did hang the opium pipe on the
New York Journal, and Teddy Roo- insisting to Becker that he was the wall of his apartment, a trophy of
sevelt, then the commissioner of the husband of the chorus girl. (“If it was his adventures.
New York City Police. There was even necessary to avow a marriage to save The headlines altered overnight, as
a testimonial dinner held for him in a girl who is not a prostitute from being they will. “JANITOR CONFESSED THAT
Buffalo, late in 1895, where everyone arrested as a prostitute, it must be done, THE NOVELIST LIVED WITH A TEN-
got drunk. though the man suffer eternally,” he DERLOIN GIRL AN OPIUM SMOKING
Then it all went wrong. Crane must explained later.) The next morning, in EPISODE” was the headline in Pulit-
have hoped that “Maggie” would be police court, he intervened on behalf zer’s gleeful New York World. The brave
seen as a work of detached research, of Dora Clark as well. “If I ever had defender of embattled womanhood,
not to mention the bright hope of
American literature, suddenly became
the guy who kept a fast woman in a
Chelsea residence and smoked dope.
Teddy Roosevelt broke with him, and
years afterward referred to him as a
“man of bad character.”
The incident set the tone for much
of Crane’s subsequent life: he did
things that might have seemed cra-
zily provocative with a certain kind
of innocence, not expecting the world
to punish him for the provocation.
It is a character type not unknown
among writers—the troublemaker
who doesn’t know that he’s making
trouble until the trouble arrives, who
then wonders where all the trouble
came from. Crane seems, on the sur-
“Look, kid, instead of just complaining, why face, to have maintained his compo-
don’t you do something about it?” sure in the face of the scandal. In a
letter to one of his brothers, he wrote,
“You must always remember that your
brother acted like a man of honor and BRIEFLY NOTED
a gentleman and you need not fear to
hold your head up to anybody and I Love You but I’ve Chosen Darkness, by Claire Vaye Watkins
defend his name.” But, as he noted (Riverhead). “I’ve tried to tell this story a bunch of times,” the
elsewhere, “there is such a thing as a protagonist of Watkins’s arresting novel writes. “This will be
moral obligation arriving inoppor- my last try.” Stricken with a sense of alienation after having
tunely.” Auster thinks the affair shook her first child, she leaves both baby and husband in Michigan
him badly, and doubtless it did. To and goes to Nevada, where she grew up. She revisits her fam-
further complicate things, Amy Les- ily’s ranch, which is about to be demolished; remembers a boy-
lie—whom Crane genuinely seems to friend who died; thinks about her father, who (like the au-
have loved, addressing her as “My thor’s) was in the Manson family; and reads letters her mother
Blessed Girl” and “My own Sweet- wrote before retreating into opioid addiction. Her search for
heart,” in one tender love letter after a sense of self culminates in a journey to a particular area of
another—sued him for stealing five desert steeped in family lore, one she calls a “made-up place.”
hundred and fifty dollars from her.
(Auster supposes that much of this Happy Hour, by Marlowe Granados (Verso). Isa, the twenty-
was money that Crane had received one-year-old Canadian diarist-narrator of this effervescent
as royalties—it was a lot of money, début, arrives in New York with her best friend, Gala, intent
and makes sense as a check from a on a summer of experience. They have little money and no
publisher for a hit book—and prom- work authorization, but they possess youth, beauty, charm,
ised, and then failed, to give to her.) and keen grifter instincts. Granados crafts a picaresque of art
To add a note of grotesque com- galleries, SoHo lofts, and Hamptons mansions, deftly sati-
edy, which Auster addresses in an ex- rizing the wealthy without denying the value of what wealth
quisitely intricate footnote, this Amy can buy: gorgeous clothes, superb champagne, easy confi-
Leslie was easily confused with a more dence. Isa’s combination of naïveté, intelligence, and panache
literary friend of Crane’s, also named beguiles. “I always prefer the way I see things,” she says. “Be-
Amy Leslie; for generations, Crane cause it’s all mine, and no one can convince me otherwise.”
students were convinced that they were
one and the same. The literary Amy, Walk with Me, by Kate Clifford Larson (Oxford). This biography
to the end of her life, was left strenu- of Fannie Lou Hamer, the civil-rights advocate who challenged
ously protesting that she hadn’t been Mississippi segregationists with her powerful oratory and “un-
involved in the Tenderloin affair, to forgettable” singing, places grassroots organizing by women at
the smug skepticism of Crane schol- the heart of the battle for Black enfranchisement. Born in 1917,
ars. “You can’t fight fate,” Crane’s im- Hamer grew up in an era of burgeoning Klan membership and
plicit motto, ended up ensnaring her eked out a living as a sharecropper. Her expected fate was, in
as well. her words, that she would “not really live,” but “exist.” Her po-
And not her alone. Auster, who is litical will was catalyzed when a white surgeon performed a
very good at picking out superb stuff hysterectomy on her without her knowledge or consent. Lar-
from Crane’s mostly submerged jour- son details the reprisals Hamer faced for trying to vote, includ-
nalism, includes a shiveringly cool ac- ing a harrowing false arrest from which she emerged battered
count of the electric chair at Sing Sing, but defiant: “If them crackers in Winona thought they’d dis-
with a tour of the graveyard below, courage me from fighting, I guess they found out different.”
where the executed bodies were bur-
ied. “It is patient—patient as time,” Man Ray, by Arthur Lubow (Yale). By approaching its subject
Crane writes of the newly enthroned “sideways, through an investigation of his most important
electric chair: relationships,” the author of this biography ingeniously cap-
Even should its next stained and sallow tures one of the twentieth century’s most enigmatic artists.
prince be now a baby, playing with alphabet Capsule portraits of Ray’s many friends, lovers, and acquain-
blocks near his mother’s feet, this chair will tances—both famous peers, such as Duchamp, and under-
wait. It is unknown to his eyes as are the shad- recognized collaborators, such as Meret Oppenheim—trace
ows of trees at night, and yet it towers over his path from Brooklyn, where he was brought up by Jew-
him, monstrous, implacable, infernal, his fate—
this patient, comfortable chair. ish immigrant parents, to his flourishing among the Dada-
ists and Surrealists in Paris and beyond. Surveying Ray’s mul-
Fate having its way, Crane’s nemesis, tifaceted output, which encompassed paintings, readymades,
Charles Becker, was executed in that fashion photography, and experimental films, Lubow manages
chair two decades after his run-in nevertheless to retain the core mystique of an artist whose
with Crane, for helping to arrange “masterpiece was his own public image.”
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the murder of a gambler. He is still piteous as Keats’s last stay in Rome, The famous sanatoriums of the era—
the only New York City policeman with poor Crane dying of tuberculosis Crane ended his life at one in Ger-
ever to be put to death. at a time when no one could cure it. many—had, at least, the virtue of seal-
He coughs up blood all over Auster’s ing patients off from others, but the
he New York scandal helped pro- final fifty pages. Yet he kept up what cruelty of the disease was that there
T pel Crane out of the city. He began
a long period of wandering, most of it
has always seemed to his admirers a
heavy tread of partying, with amateur
was nothing to be done. Despite our
own recent immersion in plague, we
with his new and devoted common-law theatricals and New Year’s assemblages. still have a hard time understanding
wife, Cora—a business-minded woman A. J. Liebling, in an acidic and en- how much the certain fatality of ill-
who once established what may have tertaining commentary on Crane’s ness affected our immediate ancestors;
been a brothel, in Florida. Crane’s jour- final days, published six decades ago Hemingway suffered in the war, but it
ney took several strange turns that com- in this magazine, insisted that he died, was the Spanish influenza that made
mentators have found darkly exem- “unwillingly, of the cause most com- him acutely aware that death and suf-
plary of the plight of the American mon among American middle-class fering could not be turned off when
writer. He went to Greece, in 1897, to males—anxiety about money.” Lieb- wars ended.
report on the Hellenic battles with the ling put together the incompetence There’s no fighting fate. The extreme
Turks, and then to Cuba, to cover the of turn-of-the-century doctors with stoicism of Crane’s vision, even with-
Spanish-American War, which his pre- the brutality of turn-of-the-century out the resigned epicurean sensuality
vious employer, Hearst, had helped publishers, two of his favorite hobby- that lit up Hemingway’s, is what made
start, and his current employer, Pulit- horses, and acquitted Crane of the it resonate for the “existential” genera-
zer, wanted readers to enjoy. The fame self-destructive behavior often at- tion, including Berryman. Most good
he had earned so young kept him busy tributed to him. writers try out many roles, put on many
with journalistic and newspaper jobs. Crane was as famous as any young masks, adopt many voices, and leave it
As a writer who had shown an unprec- writer has ever been, but it didn’t make to biographers to point to the gaps be-
edented mastery of writing about a war him rich. The jobs he could get, like tween their act and their acts. A few
that he had never seen, he kept getting writing for Hearst and Pulitzer, paid make a fetish of not putting anything
jobs reporting on wars that he could well but depended on his being out on. Crane was of that school, and, as
see, and ended up writing about them there, writing. No one lived on ad- much as he sits within the mainstream
much less well. vances. The one moneymaking scheme of writing, he is also among those Amer-
His final years were largely spent in that Crane pursued was the one in ican writers—Hunter Thompson and
a leased country house in England, which a writer, having written a pop- Ken Kesey come to mind—who delib-
where, as the author of “Red Badge,” ular thing, is asked to write some- erately sit outside it, going their own
he was more celebrated by the British thing else that bears a catty-cornered shocking way and sticking their tongue
literary establishment than he had been relation to it. So Crane, the author of out at the pieties. (It may not be an ac-
by the American one, but still unable a great novel about war, accepted a cident that such writers tend to strike
to make a steady living by his pen. Con- lucrative commission to write a mag- gold young and then get brassy.) Life
rad became an intimate, and James re- azine series called “Great Battles of is out to get you, and will. It’s far from
ferred to him as “that genius,” but it the World”—a task for which he, the cheeriest of mottoes, but there was
was H. G. Wells who most succinctly hardly a historian, was ill-equipped. nothing false or showy about it. “To
defined Crane’s contribution as a writer: There is something heroic in the keep close to my honesty is my supreme
“the expression in literary art of cer- desperate gaiety with which Crane ambition,” Crane wrote. “There is a
tain enormous repudiations.” and Cora insisted on living well until sublime egotism in talking of honesty.
Crane never stopped writing, pur- the end. Though Crane confided to I, however, do not say that I am hon-
suing both journalism, with spasmod- his agent in America that he was “still est. I merely say that I am as nearly
ically interesting results, and poetry, in fuzzy with money troubles,” Auster honest as weak mental machinery will
bursts of demonic energy. His second tells us that in England “not even their allow. This aim in life struck me as being
volume of poems, “War Is Kind,” is as closest friends had any inkling of how the only thing worth while. A man is
good as his first and, again, eerily pre- hard up they were, and by spending sure to fail at it, but there is something
scient. Crane learned in reporting what more and more money they did not in the failure.”
another generation of poets would learn have, the couple affected a magni- Both the defiance and the defeat-
only in the Great War: ficent pose of nonchalance and well- ism are integral to Crane. He emerges
Swift blazing flag of the regiment, being.” Then, long through the night, from this book, as from his own, as the
Eagle with crest of red and gold, Crane would “lock himself in his small least phony great American writer who
These men were born to drill and die. study over the porch,” sliding finished ever lived. Although he died with his
Point for them the virtue of slaughter, work under his door, for Cora to type talent only partly harvested, he left this
Make plain to them the excellence of killing a clean copy. life curiously unembittered, surpris-
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Really, the bacillus was to blame. ingly serene. “I leave here gentle” were
Crane’s last months have always con- Had Crane been healthy, he would among his last words to Cora. He had
founded scholars. In a way, they are as have found a way to live and write. eaten his own heart.
64 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
into the First World War and its hor-
BOOKS rors. (One of them, a young woman
named Elinor, is repulsed by her men-
CLASSICAL REMIX
tor’s drawings of disfigured veterans, a
plot development that allows the au-
thor to ponder, not without a touch of
Pat Barker’s Trojan War. self-reflexiveness, the relationship of art
to war.) The last of this series, “Noonday,”
BY DANIEL MENDELSOHN which follows these characters’ lives into
the Blitz, came out in 2015.
So Barker’s shift to the Bronze Age
may have come as a surprise. And yet
there were hints all along that she’d been
thinking about the Greeks. Halfway
through “The Eye in the Door” (1993),
the second installment of the “Regen-
eration” trilogy, Billy Prior, a young bi-
sexual soldier who’s been tapped to spy
for military intelligence, takes a walk in
London’s Hyde Park and makes his way
to the Wellington Monument, an enor-
mous bronze statue of Achilles, all but
naked and brandishing his sword and
shield, which was put up in the early
nineteenth century to celebrate the Duke
and his victories. The statue affords Billy,
and Barker, an opportunity to reflect on
male heroism:
This was a frequent objective on his eve-
ning walks, for no particular reason except that
its heroic grandeur both attracted and repelled
him. It seemed to embody the same unreflect-
ing admiration of courage that he found in ‘The
Charge of the Light Brigade,’ a poem that had
meant a great deal to him as a boy, and still
did, though what it meant had become consid-
erably more complex. He stared up at the stu-
pendous lunging figure, with its raised sword
and shield, and thought, not for the first time,
that he was looking at the representation of an
ideal that no longer had validity.
t first glance, Pat Barker’s 2018 novel, are between women and men. Her first One of the trilogy’s main characters
A “The Silence of the Girls”—an ad-
aptation of Homer’s Iliad—looked like
novel, “Union Street” (1982), a series of
portraits of down-and-out women all
is a psychologist who’s treating Billy and
other traumatized veterans: in these
a radical departure. The author, after all, living on the same street, begins with books, Barker herself peers, unsentimen-
had never strayed very far from the twen- the rape of an eleven-year-old; another tally but with remarkable sympathy, into
tieth century: she is best known for her is about a group of sex workers being the psyches of men struggling to live up
“Regeneration” trilogy, about the inter- preyed on by a serial killer. to, or to replace, ideals that the war has
twined fates of a group of Britons during After the success of “Regeneration,” shown to be threadbare. While the fe-
the First World War, which has attained Barker continued to oscillate, for the male characters in her books may dis-
the status of a classic since its publica- most part, between the early twentieth miss the male of the species as “a useless
tion, in the nineteen-nineties. A decade century and the present. There were a lot” (thus one of the women in “Union
before that, she had established herself few contemporary novels with spiky Street”), her own treatment of the murky
with a trio of contemporary novels about themes—one centers on a character crosscurrents between the sexes, both in
working-class women in the North of who, as a child, was convicted of mur- the early novels and throughout “Regen-
England—the territory in which Barker der—and another war trilogy, “Life eration,” is, indeed, uncommonly nu-
grew up, and which she depicts as scarred Class,” this one starting with a group of anced. In the opening pages of “Union
by its own battles. These, as often as not, art students who are pulled, willy-nilly, Street,” the narrator makes a striking ob-
servation about neighbors of the little
Barker’s anti-heroic take on Greek myth highlights the suffering of women. girl who’s been raped: the men, Barker
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writes, “felt the outrage if anything more trophy, meant to attest to his prowess, “I do what no man before me has ever
deeply” than the women did—but, over- forces him to question the entire value done, I kiss the hands of the man who
come by awkwardness, “sidled past the system—the “heroic code”—that brought killed my son.” When Barker’s Briseis
subject, wincing.” him to fight at Troy in the first place. In hears these words, she thinks, “And I
The moral implication of “sidling a horrible irony, his resentful withdrawal do what countless women before me
past the subject” was the occasion for from the fighting ultimately results in have been forced to do. I spread my
another fraught Homeric reference, this the death of the person he values most, legs for the man who killed my hus-
one in the “Life Class” trilogy. There’s his beloved companion Patroclus (a fig- band and my brothers.”
a moment in the first installment when ure so gentle that even the enslaved Tro- As bracing as such revisionism can
Elinor, writing to a love interest who’s jan captives mourn him). be, Barker’s rewriting of Homer had
eager to enlist, remarks on the strange In “The Silence of the Girls,” Barker crippling defects. The characterization
“silence” about the war that she’s no- presented these events from the point was disappointingly cursory; the depic-
ticed among the women she knows, so of view not of a male hero—or, indeed, tion of Homer’s men, in particular, dis-
different from the reaction of poet—but of a female victim: Briseis played little of the empathetic shadings
herself. It’s clear, from the first sentence so admirable in the earlier books—as if
overexcited young men who jabber till the of the novel, that Briseis is not toeing the narrative inversion alone were suf-
spit flies, though it’s only stuff they’ve read in
the papers. The women have gone very quiet. the Dead White Male party line. “Great ficient, in Barker’s eyes, to make her
It’s like the Iliad, you know, when Achilles in- Achilles. Brilliant Achilles, shining points about gender and violence. The
sults Agamemnon and Agamemnon says he’s Achilles, godlike Achilles,” she begins. handling of the story’s mythic period
got to have Achilles’ girl and Achilles goes off “How the epithets pile up . . . we called and milieu was equally perfunctory,
and sulks by the long ships and the girls they’re him ‘the butcher.’ ” Barker’s narrative showing little of the intimacy with or
quarreling over say nothing, not a word, it’s a
bit like that. I don’t suppose men ever hear twist, foregrounding a character who is mastery of mood and setting that can
that silence. pivotal to the poem and yet not all that make fiction about the past persuasive:
visible within it, was meant to point to Marguerite Yourcenar’s “Memoirs of
In this light, Barker’s first foray into the human costs of the masculine her- Hadrian,” say, or Mary Renault’s Alex-
Homeric myth wasn’t so much anoma- oism that Homer so often celebrates— ander the Great trilogy—or, for that
lous as inevitable: “The Silence of the the “brutal reality of conquest and slav- matter, Barker’s own novels of the First
Girls” gave the author an opportunity ery.” It also challenged certain previous World War. Between the fuzzy grasp of
to address and correct the troubling ab- readings of the Iliad, exposing the im- detail and a telltale tendency to wear its
sence of female voices on the subject of plicitly masculine assumptions of some research on its sleeve, the book never
war. The legend of Troy, with its ample scholars and readers, who have unques- gave you the sense of being inside this
stock of stories of male violence against tioningly embraced its values over the vanished world. (To whom, precisely,
women—from the abduction of Helen past three millennia. does Briseis need to explain that “by
to the climactic rape, during the sack of There are moments when this de- long tradition, the laying-out of the dead
the city, of the Trojan princess Cassan- vice yields arresting results. One comes is women’s work”?) And Barker never
dra in the temple of the virgin goddess when Homer’s fallen warriors are com- solved a notorious problem of histori-
Athena—seemed to offer an ideal vehi- memorated not by the epithets the poet cal fiction: how to make her characters
cle for Barker’s long-standing concerns. speak. The prose yo-yoed between
Now the publication of “The Women Academia.edu (“My brothers had be-
of Troy” (Doubleday) brings the author come liminal in their very nature”) and
back to the bloodied plains where the a strained casualness that could in-
Greeks and the Trojans fought—here, advertently veer into the Borscht Belt
once again, a staging ground for the bat- (“Well, with a sea goddess for a mother,
tle between the sexes. what do you expect?”).
It’s possible to see how all this was
or Homer and his audience and a meant to serve Barker’s anti-heroic
F hundred generations since, the Iliad
has raised searing questions about her- gives them but by memories no man
project. These men, she wanted you to
know, were just guys, after all—and not
oism, masculinity, and fate—the same could ever have. (“Dryops, whose moth- very nice guys, at that—no different
questions that Billy Prior asks as he stands er’s labour lasted two full days.”) An- from any others, whether on the kill-
in front of Achilles’ statue. However epic other rewrites one of the Iliad’s great ing fields of Ypres or on the streets of
its length, the poem expands on a single climaxes, a scene from its final book in Margaret Thatcher’s Britain. The prob-
episode of the many that circulated about which the aged Trojan king, Priam, lem is that they are different. Barker’s
the decade-long conflict: a dispute be- sneaks into the Greek camp and begs deliberately workaday tone, so effective
tween the Greek hero Achilles and his Achilles to return the body of his son in her contemporary novels, never
commander-in-chief, Agamemnon, over Hector, the leader of the Trojan forces, meshed with the legendary elements
a woman named Briseis, a prize of war whom Achilles has slain on the battle- of the tale she was telling, complete
whom Agamemnon has seized from field. On his knees, Priam utters one with its gods, ghosts, and miracles.
Achilles. The hero’s loss of this human of the most wrenching lines in the epic: However problematic some of the Il-
66 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
iad’s attitudes may seem today, the maj-
esty of its rhetoric and the pathos of
its drama remain overwhelmingly pow-
erful. Much of that power, it is worth
remembering, derives from the utter-
ances of its female characters. The epic
ends with a trio of women’s voices—
those of Hector’s wife, his mother, and
Helen of Troy—lifted in lamentation.
WHO’S WE?
by Ruba Katrib has exercised consid-
erable finesse while tending toward a
semi-underground orthodoxy. They
“Greater New York,” at MOMA PS1. give pride of place to a gaudy video in-
stallation by the Mohawk artist Alan
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL Michelson, the subject of a recent fea-
ture story in the Times, that laments
the historic collapse of the Lenape peo-
ple’s cultivation of oysters in tributar-
ies of the East River. Go oppose that.
Who isn’t pro-oyster and regretful of
the Lenape’s displacement? Less overt
assumptions of automatic agreement
infect even some surreal and abstract
works, or so it seemed to me. Am I
overreacting? It’s possible, as I scan the
show’s illustrated checklist for exam-
ples that I could deplore. There’s an
ambient restraint despite predominant
agitation. What bugs me is a bent that
frustrates delectation.
sule: a collection of judgments that more. There’s also a solid contingent you lean in to behold them from low
predate a period so tumultuous it feels of Native American artists. It is all angles. There’s inarguably a political
like an age. One current trend that is somewhat blurry, however, in view of vibe about Agematsu’s activity, but it’s
represented, albeit scrappily, is neo- preoccupations with the more distant one that is subsumed by personal de-
Surrealism: the wild subjectivity of past as much as with what was novel votion. The suggestion of an under-
artists turning from outer worlds to a year or so ago. Much of the show’s foot Utopia is here and now, requir-
inner. But the fundamental mood is painting, sculpture, video, and assem- ing no reformation of other people’s
external, slanted toward politically blage, while well crafted and often attitudes. The works stand in contrast
charged urgencies and the proclivi- flashy in terms of production values, to many in the show that at least seem
ties of eccentric though not quite out- preaches to art-school and urban- to toil backward from rote concluding
sider talents. A consensus is projected coterie choirs. sentiments, to the detriment of un-
that scants aesthetics. The show’s gist could use a watch- forced pleasure.
70 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021
A peculiar highlight, harshly dis- me speaking, art-starved during my
rupting the show’s occasional airs of ongoing exile from the city since 2019,
would-be subversion, is a looped hour- when my wife and I had to retreat
long film by the Swedish artist Marie upstate after a fire in our apartment
Karlberg, “The Good Terrorist” (2021), building (still under repair). We thus
derived from a 1985 novel by Doris missed New York’s share in the pan-
Lessing. Squatting in a high-rise New demic, its summer of protests, and
York apartment, ultra-left radicals de- firsthand contact with fellow-culturati.
bate planting a bomb, sure to harm Now my pent-up craving for gratu-
innocents, as a way to dramatize their itous transcendence disgruntles me at
cause. Some are fanatical, others hes- the PS1 show. I want a reëngagement
itant. We learn toward the end that with art history that speaks to per-
the bomb has detonated prematurely, sonal drives rather than to program-
killing the woman who was assigned matic discontents. The show’s neo-
to place it, in addition to some un- Surrealists and abstractionists are too HYGGE BENCH
lucky bystanders. Hysteria erupts at miscellaneous and hermetic to do handcrafted in Maine
the squat, shattering the radicals’ co- more than gesture in a compensatory
M A I N E | C H I LT O N S . C O M
mity. Both the actors and the produc- direction.
tion are defiantly amateurish in a way Must ideology define us? Can we
that, if you go with it, invests inti- demur from one extreme without im-
macy in a talky script. The characters’ plicitly being lumped in with its op-
discordant emotions sink in, even posite? The art world has become an
when appalling. The scenario unfolds aviary of miners’ canaries in this re-
casually on the way to seeming night- spect; there is a near-certainty, what-
Caring for
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marishly plausible. The work is a fable ever you do, of offending—or, anyway,
without a moral, evincing Lessing’s disappointing—somebody. The PS1 the earth.
uncanny comprehension of twisted show takes what has seemed the saf-
humanity. The fidelity of Karlberg est position, one that identifies cul- Discover a retirement community with
and her cast to the integrity of the tural legitimacy with obeisance to sup- an emphasis on sustainability where
tale rattles and absorbs. How it befits posedly unexceptionable opinions. The the pure beauty of nature is nurtured.
a show marked by decidedly non- introductory text asserts that “we must
homicidal dissatisfactions hangs in push against colonial borders and ad- 1.800.548.9469 EQUAL HOUSING
the air. You won’t forget it, wish as dress Indigenous geographies.” Who,
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you might to do so. pray tell, is this mighty “we”? Strong,
The political is more important historically grounded works of au-
than the artistic. Using art to advance thentic complaint by the Seneca art-
causes isn’t bad; it simply surrenders ist G. Peter Jemison prove plenty en-
independent initiative, always a frag- titled to the first-person plural. Beyond
ile affair, to overbearing powers of that, however, the curators’ presump-
worldly argument. There’s an ethical tion of in-group prerogative edits
heft in the sacrifice, shaming mere not the panoply of current art but the
aestheticism. I can’t defend my wish makeup of its audience. (Don’t like it?
for autonomous experience in the face Get lost.) Can we do better by accept-
of concerns that acknowledge the real ing art’s limits as a force in the world?
suffering of real people. But I find “Poetry makes nothing happen,”
myself clinging to instances of cre- W. H. Auden observed, but life with-
ativity that eschew rhetoric. At PS1, out poetry is apt to be pretty bleak.
some very odd sculptures by the young How about basing value in joy and
American Kristi Cavataro stumble letting agreement and disagreement
toward bliss. Gamily geometric con- see to themselves? In the short term,
figurations of colorful stained glass seeking disapproval, as “The Good
are mounted on walls or stand knee- Terrorist” does, would seem to be the
high on the floor. There’s a whiff of most availing escape hatch to free-
nostalgia for Art Deco, but the pieces dom. Only doing things that one is
are subject to unprecedented ingenu- not supposed to do and saying things
ities of form and mysterious pressures that one is not supposed to say prom-
of feeling. Only the artist’s desire jus- ise relief from a climate of stagnating
tifies them. sensibility. Being disreputable beck-
Full disclosure: this is vaccinated ons. Open up. Reinstate surprise.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 71
play’s première, at the Kitchen, in 2019,
THE THEATRE and won an Obie and a Lucille Lortel
Award for her performance when it
REALITY CHECKS
moved to the Vineyard, later that year.
The Reality we meet, as the lights go up,
is a wiry woman wearing cutoffs and yel-
Two unexpected Broadway hits. low Converse high-tops decorated with
childish Pikachus, her blond hair pulled
BY ALEXANDRA SCHWARTZ back in a sexless bun. It’s not hard to
imagine her in the military; she has the
ramrod posture and modest manner of
someone who knows how to take an order,
or a browbeating, though she can’t hide
her anxiety from the two F.B.I. agents,
Garrick (Pete Simpson) and Taylor (Will
Cobbs), who have shown up with search
warrants. Winner is suspected, they ex-
plain, of “possible mishandling of classi-
fied information,” and they’d like to have
a little talk with her. It’s “completely vol-
untary,” of course. This is where Reality
should zip her lips and call a lawyer. In-
stead, she starts to talk and seals her fate.
What follows is a kind of jerky dance
in the round, as Garrick and Taylor suss
out their suspect, and Winner does her
best to both help and hinder the men.
Interrogation scenes are a staple of Amer-
ican entertainment, and part of what we
are watching here is a performance of
that performance. It’s there in the way
that the youthful, handsome Taylor
grunts and puffs out his chest, as he must
have seen a hundred actors do while
playing agents and police officers on TV,
and in the atmosphere of ambient men-
ace that Satter summons, with the help
of Lee Kinney and Sanae Yamada’s om-
inous sound design and Thomas Dunn’s
he human ear edits even as it ab- F.B.I.’s visit to the home of the whis- cool, harsh lighting. The stage itself is
T sorbs. Every time I listen to a re-
cording of an interview I’ve done, I’m
tle-blower Reality Winner, on June 3,
2017. Whoever typed the thing up pre-
bare, save for a couple of low platforms
and a row of empty waiting-room chairs
confronted with the little repetitions and served every hiccup and stammer with stationed behind the action, as if to sug-
stutters that cling to what I process, in bizarre bureaucratic diligence, and the gest that other audience that tirelessly
the moment, as perfectly fluid speech: production pounces on its found script watches us all: the omnipresent appara-
the tics and filler phrases; the sentences with perverse, bravura precision. How tus of surveillance.
that are snuffed out, unfinished; the run- strange, how funny—how totally terri- But the threat enveloping Reality keeps
way of false starts from which a thought fying—to see the state express its power being undercut by the unintentional com-
takes flight. One thing that immediately not with a shout but in a mumble. edy of, well, reality. It takes the agents a
stands out in the stellar Broadway stag- Reality Winner was a twenty-five- good chunk of the play’s taut sixty-five
ing of “Is This a Room” (a Vineyard The- year-old former Air Force language an- minutes to start the formal questioning,
atre production, at the Lyceum) is the alyst who had been working as a Farsi because the house first has to be searched,
awkwardness of so much of our speech, translator for a military contractor when and Reality’s guns and animals—her pos-
its weird hesitations and confused ba- the F.B.I. came to interrogate her at her sessions include a pink AR-15 and a ner-
nalities. That’s because the play, which house, in Augusta, Georgia. Onstage, she vous foster dog—dealt with. (“O.K., so
was conceived and directed by Tina Sat- is portrayed by the remarkable Emily she does not like men,” Reality says, of
ter, takes as its text the transcript of the Davis, who originated the role in the her dog. A playwright couldn’t have come
up with a better laugh line.) As the agents
“Is This a Room” stages the F.B.I. arrest of the whistle-blower Reality Winner. wait, they seem to deflate to human size.
72 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY ELODIE LASCAR
They make small talk with Winner about the experimental, documentary nature
pets and CrossFit. A clueless, mulletted of “Is This a Room” would have made it
backup guy (Becca Blackwell) roams seem too niche, too art-house, to bet on
around, doing silly stuff. (Also silly: a in a more cautious season. But the show
large canine puppet that makes literal goes down like a thriller, and should be
what the imagination has no trouble con- a commercial no-brainer.
juring up on its own.) The same is true of “Chicken & Bis-
The leader of all this non-action is cuits” (at Circle in the Square), another
the middle-aged Agent Garrick, a sham- show being hailed as a welcome sur-
bolic, avuncular presence with a paunch prise on Broadway, for entirely differ-
and a nervous cough. He seems to gen- ent reasons. Written by Douglas Lyons
Commemorative
uinely want to ingratiate himself with and directed by the twenty-seven-year-
Reality, to understand why such a ded- old Zhailon Levingston, it’s an old-fash-
Cover Reprints
icated, promising member of the mili- ioned crowd-pleaser, a comedy as con- Search our extensive
tary would compromise her career—her ventional as convention comes. A funeral
life—to leak a document. Simpson is so is being held for the pastor of a New
archive of weekly
commanding in the role of this decep- Haven church, but the proceedings are covers dating back to
tively mediocre career agent that he threatened by conflict between his two 1925 and commemorate
makes his virtuosity appear accidental, daughters, the prim Baneatta (Cleo a milestone with a
inevitable. The naturalism demanded by King) and the raucous Beverly (Ebony
the script—all that fumbling and cross- Marshall-Oliver). Add a cast of com- New Yorker cover reprint.
talk—requires razor-sharp timing, and peting family members, plus one very newyorkerstore.com/covers
Simpson and Davis have honed theirs anxious Jewish boyfriend (Michael Urie),
to metronomic precision. It is startling, and high jinks ensue.
while watching these two formidable What makes the show unusual is that
actors match each other beat for beat, it is one of a record eight on Broadway
to realize the extent to which the actual this season to be written by a Black play- PRICE $8.99 OCT. 24, 2016
Reality Winner accepted the conventions wright. More unusual still is that it treats
of the genre she found herself trapped Black experience as a subject to elicit
in. Deflection, denial, confession, mo- pleasure and joy, rather than sober con-
tive: they are all there, teased out by ques- templation and pain. Would “Chicken &
tioning, then volunteered with a rush of Biscuits,” which ran, pre-pandemic, at
relief as the pace picks up and the stage Queens Theatre, have been staged on
is bathed in pulses of pink light to rep- Broadway before last year’s protests
resent redactions from the official tran- against racial injustice made producers
script. (We are reminded in the program, get serious about supporting Black work?
but not in the play itself, that the classi- Who knows, but when I attended a re-
fied document that Winner smuggled cent performance, and heard the audi-
out of her office in her pantyhose con- ence roar with laughter—an audience
cerned Russian interference in the 2016 that, by the way, was more diverse than
Presidential election.) You may consider any I can recall seeing on Broadway—
Winner to be a hero and a martyr—she it was clear that the play had found the
was prosecuted under the 1917 Espio- right home. Is some of the humor hokey,
nage Act and has just been released to the characters a tad heavy on caricature?
home confinement, after nearly four years Sure. Is the show too long? By about
behind bars—or you may not. She her- twenty minutes. Does the priceless Norm
self insists that she didn’t see her actions Lewis, as Reginald Mabry, Baneatta’s
as extraordinary. “I wasn’t trying to be a husband and the church’s new pastor,
Snowden or anything,” she says. What- bring down the house while revelling in
ever pushed her to blow the whistle, she the spirit, and was it a delight to be in-
found a way to make the role her own. troduced to Aigner Mizzelle, making
her Broadway début—as is much of
t’s exciting, and unusual, to see a small the cast—as La’Trice, a Gen Z-er with
I downtown play like “Is This a Room”
come to Broadway. The abrupt abbrevi-
SoundCloud dreams and no indoor
voice? Yes, and absolutely yes. The show
ation of the 2020 theatre season due to won’t be remembered for breaking any
COVID has had one positive effect: it artistic ground, but it does offer some-
opened producers up to taking greater thing that has been in dangerously short
creative risks—at least for now. Maybe supply lately: a good time.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 73
himself. An offensive comment, always
ON TELEVISION framed as an innocent inquiry, might
cause a guest to storm off, or to threaten
ALL TALK
him. Birdman exiting an interview not
two minutes after it began, Mo’Nique
insinuating that Charlamagne is a sell-
The news, according to Charlamagne tha God and Jon Stewart. out, Charlamagne sniffing Jennifer Lo-
pez’s seat after she left the studio—the
BY DOREEN ST. FÉLIX spectacles are too many to count. Mind
you, Charlamagne is not a comedian,
and his gift as an interviewer is to gen-
erate conflict, not to get answers. What
blew up his profile was his unrepentance,
his embodiment of the id. “The Break-
fast Club,” which is videotaped and posted
online, is de-facto television. The inter-
views spark endless social-media bick-
ering and memes, making the man at
the center of the rumpus as ubiquitous
visually as he is aurally.
How does a shock jock come to host
a semi-serious race-reckoning pageant?
In a 2020 Slate article, Rachelle Hamp-
ton explained the way the Democratic
machine has anointed Charlamagne
“the spokesman for all Black voters.”
“The Breakfast Club” has become a cam-
paign stop for politicians, or, as Hamp-
ton put it, a platform for candidates
looking to “project authenticity.” Ka-
mala Harris, Bernie Sanders, and Eliz-
abeth Warren have all sat in the studio’s
swivel chair. Charlamagne has a knack
for coaxing the outrageous sound bite:
“If you have a problem figuring out if
you’re for me or for Trump, then you
ain’t Black,” Joe Biden sassed during his
“Breakfast Club” interview. The media
frothed at the juxtaposition: buttoned-up
politicos being disarmed by a Black male
“ Y es, we talk about race a lot on this
show,” Charlamagne tha God says,
ory and the discourse surrounding men-
tal health. It is the species of current-
straight-talker. Charlamagne, in turn,
has savvily leveraged his proximity to
in his new weekly late-night series on affairs television that executives like to these power brokers, styling himself a
Comedy Central. “That’s America’s fault. categorize as urgent or necessary. The guru for a people. During this past elec-
Not mine.” Voilà, the rationale behind country needs Charlamagne, and it needs tion, he was a fixture on cable televi-
our glut of edutainment! The ignorance him badly. Maybe that’s why the set of sion, speaking as a sort of soothsaying
of the population has compelled Char- his talk show looks like the lair of a specialist on the Black condition.
lamagne, a radio personality turned mem- B-movie superhero. The Charlamagne of “Tha God’s
ber of the commentariat, to dispense his Charlamagne, born Lenard McKel- Honest Truth” is relatively chastened. He
wisdom. He is the latest pop-cultural vey, is a former protégé of the master is older now, the show seems to say, and
figure to convince Americans that he is gossip Wendy Williams. About a decade he wants to use his talents to bring about
a race whisperer. As the host and one of ago, he became a co-host, alongside DJ social change. During the concluding
the executive producers of “Tha God’s Envy and Angela Yee, of “The Break- segment of each episode, he sits on a
Honest Truth with Charlamagne tha fast Club,” Power 105.1’s four-hour rap couch and, like Mr. Rogers, slips into his
God,” he purports to offer an “unapol- morning show, where he embraced the house slides. Such affectations are risi-
ogetically Black” perspective on crises role of provocateur, or “the Prince of ble. The entertainer requires looseness
like the backlash against critical race the- Pissing People Off,” to quote the man to come alive, and the rigidity of the
twenty-two-minute structure stifles him.
Both late-night shows, which began airing last month, fail to say anything new. When presenting mini histories on, say,
74 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 25, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY BRUNO MANGYOKU
the F.B.I. or German de-Nazification stigma. Now, on Comedy Central, Char- itself from the juggernaut that was its
processes, he is weirdly uncharismatic. lamagne makes sweeping pronounce- progenitor. The producers tell us that the
Sometimes he’ll go off script to express ments on the effects of generational first episode is meant to mirror the fa-
his amazement at the existence of his trauma and sexual assault on Black mous 2010 episode of “The Daily Show”
new show. A thoroughly uninteresting women and men. He does this in spite in which Stewart hosted a panel of 9/11
sketch on race relations will wrap, and of a sexual-assault allegation levied first responders. Unmoored by the news
then we’re back in the studio, where our against him in 2001, which he has pub- cycle, though, “The Problem” is slow and
presenter is shaking his polished bald licly denied. (Charges were dropped and earnest. It is also barely funny. “I thought
head, ad-libbing, “I really can’t believe the victim’s push to reopen the case was you people liked me,” Stewart jokes when
they’re letting me get away with this type unsuccessful.) To the Black women guests the audience responds lukewarmly to his
of shit on TV.” who have been subjected to misogyny opening monologue. We’re not breaking
Occasionally, Charlamagne pulls up on “The Breakfast Club,” the new show for commercial anymore, I want to say
online criticism from his haters, borrow- will likely be unwatchable, a taunt. each time he ends a segment with “We’ll
ing from a popular late-night conceit Who is the intended audience for be right back.”
that usually only highlights the growing “Tha God’s Honest Truth”? I suppose I The media critic of yore emerges in-
irrelevance of the time slot. But Charla- can paint in broad strokes the white view- termittently, though Stewart seems con-
magne is not like Fallon or Kimmel; he ers who will earnestly come to Charla- tent to have ceded the satirist stage to
is an Internet man. He is versed in a cer- magne for a laugh and a lesson. It’s easy his former colleagues Trevor Noah, Sa-
tain kind of performativity, a conspira- to side-eye Stephen Colbert, his produc- mantha Bee, and John Oliver. In the
torial brandishing of one’s Blackness as ing partner. Too easy. The fact is that panel on burn pits, Stewart is awed by
automatic expertise. By telling viewers Charlamagne has lodged himself inex- the bravery of the veterans, pledging to
that racists online are calling him “a orably in Black popular culture. For every one guest that he’d follow him most places
race-baiting agitator,” he increases our doubter, like myself, there are hundreds if he could. For this show to work, we
sense of his courage, although the show of diehards. A lot of people believe that need Stewart, an inveterate self-depreca-
never says anything that the viewer will he speaks truth to power. But he is the tor, to be the center. Instead, he is unsure
not already have read in a viral Twitter power. And he is too big to fail. of how to insert himself amid testimo-
thread. The first episode is a dehydrated nies of unfathomable gravity. More ef-
riff on “crackers.” “I don’t think anyone ix years after leaving “The Daily fective is the scene of Stewart grilling
has said ‘cracker’ this much on Comedy
Central since Chappelle,” Charlamagne
S Show,” Jon Stewart has returned to
television. The landscape has changed,
Denis McDonough, the Secretary of Vet-
erans Affairs, in Washington, D.C. (Stew-
says, congratulating himself on this and Stewart was an agent of the shift. art mentions, at the start of their con-
lowest-common-denominator offense. The opening shots of “The Problem tentious interview, that he never did
Frequently, he invites us to buy his merch. with Jon Stewart,” a bimonthly current- off-site segments on “The Daily Show.”)
“Tha God’s Honest Truth” presents affairs program on Apple TV+, show the The opportunity to nail an equivocating
a manicured view of a controversial man. elder statesman conferring with his pro- government agent both invigorates the
Following the publication of his mem- ducers, mostly women, as they “map” the host and gives the show a fleeting sense
oir, “Shook One: Anxiety Playing Tricks première episode, an examination of burn of rhetorical purpose. The second epi-
on Me,” in 2018, Charlamagne became pits, the incineration of waste in mili- sode, “Freedom,” has a hazier topical focus
a mental-health advocate, presenting tary bases in Afghanistan and Iraq, and but higher entertainment value. Part of
himself as the intrepid demystifier of their effects on the health of veterans. that may be because of the vitality of its
Black pain. The classic Charlamagne No doubt, “The Problem” is motivated guests, Jenifer Lewis and Bassem Youssef.
construction relies on defensive projec- by righteous political intentions, but as Maybe “the problem” with the series is
tions—that “we” don’t discuss this or that a work of art it struggles to distinguish Stewart himself.
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22 Convent resident
23 Knee protectors 4 Oodles 41 Forerunner of Google Photos
24 Arnaz-and-Ball-founded production 5 Brand for parents-to-be, perhaps 42 Hostile, knowing, and bitter in tone, per
company behind the original “Star Trek” a 2003 Heidi Julavits essay
6 Biblical queen’s land
25 Beau ___ (noble deed) 44 “. . . but I might be wrong”
7 Studied, with “over”
27 Nuclear org., once 45 Industrialist of children’s literature
8 Big Apple theatre awards
28 Part of a preschooler’s schedule 46 “Part of Your World” singer
9 Greeting from a pen pal? 47 Film for which Barbra Streisand became
29 What may fatten a year-end paycheck
10 Badger the first woman to win a Golden Globe
34 Bond films? for directing
11 “___ Coming” (2019 EP by Miley
36 Launches Cyrus) 50 Sister of Rachel
37 Some emergency-room cases, for short 12 Basso ___ (sustained bass line in baroque 51 Vermeer’s “Young Woman with a ___”
38 NASA moon craft music) 53 W.N.B.A.-game stats
39 Answers an Evite 13 Place for aspiring painters 54 Plant seeds
43 Evelyn Waugh’s “Sword of ___” trilogy 14 Any track on Danger Mouse’s “The
45 Methods Grey Album,” e.g.
Solution to the previous puzzle:
48 “There’s no ___ team!” 21 Cryptogram solvers
S T E P H S A G O M I T
49 Bee bunch 23 Cuckoo-clock part
C A C A O A P O P D O T H
50 Age-old stories 24 Payment option O D O U L T R U E F A L S E