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DRAWINGS Victoria Roberts, Asher Perlman, Frank Cotham, Charlie Hankin, Christopher Weyant,
Liana Finck, Maggie Larson, Dan Rosen, Roz Chast, P. C. Vey, Lisa Rothstein and Hal Ackerman, Emily Bernstein,
William Haefeli, Justin Sheen, Jon Adams SPOTS Janik Söllner
CONTRIBUTORS
Evan Osnos (“The Floating World,” Alice Gregory (“Fertile Ground,” p. 42)
p. 30) writes about politics and foreign is at work on a book about the artist
affairs for the magazine. His latest Robert Indiana.
book is “Wildland: The Making of
America’s Fury.” Christoph Niemann (Cover) most re-
cently published “Zoo.” An exhibition
Sarah Larson (“One More Game,” p. 16), of his work, “Illustrissimo,” is on display
a staff writer, has been contributing to at the Gallerie d’Italia, in Vicenza, Italy,
The New Yorker since 2007. through August 28th.
Han Ong (Fiction, p. 52) has received Jill Lepore (“Moving Right Along,”
a MacArthur Fellowship and a Gug- p. 24), a staff writer, is the author of
genheim Fellowship. His novels are “These Truths.” She teaches at Harvard.
“Fixer Chao” and “The Disinherited.”
David Lehman (Poem, p. 34) began
Jennifer Homans (Dancing, p. 72) is the contributing poems to The New Yorker
magazine’s dance critic. Her new book, in 1990. His books include “The Mys-
“Mr. B: George Balanchine’s 20th terious Romance of Murder” and “The
Century,” is due out in November. Morning Line: Poems.”
Philip Deloria (Books, p. 60), a professor Natalie Meade (The Talk of the Town,
of history at Harvard, published “Be- p. 14) is a member of the magazine’s
coming Mary Sully” in 2019. editorial staff.
Kate Baer (Poem, p. 49) is the author Robert Carlock (Shouts & Murmurs,
of “I Hope This Finds You Well” and p. 23), the co-creator of “Unbreakable
“What Kind of Woman.” Her new Kimmy Schmidt,” was the co-show-
poetry collection, “And Yet,” will be runner and an executive producer of
out in November. “30 Rock.”
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CONSIDERING PINOCCHIO by the Parco di Pinocchio. Although
the park has recently undergone some
I enjoyed Joan Acocella’s piece on the transformations, it retains a bamboo
many lives of Carlo Collodi’s charac- grove, intense and enveloping, with a
ter Pinocchio (Books, June 13th). Yet meandering pathway punctuated by
I must quibble with the notion, per- sinister bronze figures which leads vis-
haps suggested by comparisons made itors along the wooden puppet’s jour-
in the introduction to the new trans- ney. In the nineteen-eighties, my fam-
lation of “The Adventures of Pinoc- ily took two trips to the park with our
chio,” that both Collodi’s book and young sons, so that they could wander
Miguel de Cervantes’s “Don Quixote” the grove. It’s a mysterious and wild
are picaresques. As Acocella notes, place that any admirer of Pinocchio
these two books are often slotted to- would appreciate.
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gether because they go “from episode Richard Wertime
to episode.” But the picaresque novel, Merion Station, Pa.
as Cervantes would have understood
it, is characterized by the first-person LISTENING TO ANIMALS
narration of a poor individual—the
picaro—who relates his own misad- I appreciated Elizabeth Kolbert’s piece
ventures and misdeeds. Picaresque about animal consciousness, and her
works have a retrospective episodic discussion of Roger Payne’s pioneering
structure that justifies the protagonist’s work, in the sixties, on humpback-whale
dishonorable actions. Though “Don vocalizations (“Contact,” June 13th). Al-
Quixote” possesses some of these ele- though Payne became the most well-
ments, it’s an oversimplification—un- known scientist to publish on the whale’s
fortunately common in the Anglo- “song”—a term used to describe the
phone academy—to categorize it as a patterns of sounds visualized on sono-
picaresque. In fact, the book is Cer- grams—the discovery of the musical
vantes’s satire of literary tropes (in- qualities of whale vocalizations was the
cluding the novel of chivalry, epic po- fruit of Payne’s collaboration with Katy
etry, the pastoral novel, and, to a lesser Payne, an acoustic biologist, and also
degree, the picaresque). His careful his former spouse. Katy interpreted the
plotting and his self-conscious reflec- plots of frequencies and the distribu-
tions on the authorial enterprise are tions of sound events over time as
what make “Don Quixote” a classic of pitches, phrases, melodies, rhythmic
Western literature. patterns, and formal musical structures.
Samuel Amago For years, she was not credited in col-
Professor of Spanish laborative publications, but her contri-
University of Virginia butions are now widely acknowledged—
Charlottesville, Va. including at a joint presentation at
Cornell University in 2021. This was a
Acocella’s enchanting essay about Pi- necessary corrective to history’s habit-
nocchio brought back memories of my ual neglect of the groundbreaking work
visit to the puppet’s “birthplace”—Col- of women, particularly male research-
lodi, the town in which Carlo Collodi ers’ spouses.
spent part of his childhood and from Bob Gluck
which he took his pen name. The dra- Mount Kisco, N.Y.
matically situated medieval Tuscan
hamlet has much to engage tourists, •
including an ancient fortress and the Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
impressive Villa Garzoni. Pinocchio address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
lovers will be delighted by the town’s themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
souvenir shops (which sell Pinocchios any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
in every imaginable size) and especially of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
JULY 20 – 26, 2022
Since the late eighties—long before the invention of Twitter—the American artist Barbara Kruger has
been using mass media’s aphoristic language and provocative tone to address such charged subjects as
abortion rights (“Your Body Is a Battleground,” 1989) and craven consumerism (“I Shop Therefore I
Am,” 1987). Through Jan. 2, Kruger fills moma’s soaring atrium with her latest trenchant critique, pic-
tured above during its installation process: the site-specific “Thinking of You. I Mean Me. I Mean You.”
PHOTOGRAPH BY ERIC HELGAS
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As ever, it’s advisable to check in advance Duke Robillard and the key actors in the style’s development.
to confirm engagements. Alongside his frequent d.j. partner Groove-
Scott Hamilton rider, he helmed the decks at the pivotal
JAZZ Few tenor saxophonists can make a horn early-nineties party Rage, where the genre
purr like Scott Hamilton, an old-soul stylist began germinating, and the two still play a
MUSIC who has upheld the verities of traditional monthly show on Rinse FM, as good a place
swing since bursting onto the scene in the as any to keep up with the form’s ongoing
late seventies. Shortly before he gained developments. This week, Fabio headlines a
Berkshire Opera Festival wider attention, Hamilton was hooting it daytime party in Brooklyn.—Michaelangelo
OPERA In 2021, Berkshire Opera Festival sup- up with Duke Robillard, a stellar guitarist Matos (Sovereign; July 24.)
plemented its usual choice of a work from the who co-founded the spirited Rhode Island
canon with a contemporary chamber opera. combo Roomful of Blues and later went
The 2022 lineup follows that structure, open- on to play with the Fabulous Thunder- Freddie De Tommaso: “Il Tenore”
ing with Jake Heggie’s “Three Decembers,” a birds and Bob Dylan. For this welcome OPERA Last year, Freddie De Tommaso won
three-hander, from 2008, in which the AIDS stint, Hamilton reunites with Robillard glowing notices from the British press when
epidemic and the often fraught holiday season in a romping outfit that also includes the he stepped in, mid-show, for an indisposed
act as accelerants for a combustible family trumpeter Jon Erik-Kellso. The joint, as colleague in “Tosca,” at Covent Garden. He
drama. Adriana Zabala stars as Madeline, a they say, will jump.—Steve Futterman (Bird- devotes much of his new album, “Il Tenore,”
self-regarding Broadway actress and an ab- land; July 20-23.) to Puccini’s red-hot melodrama, singing two
sent mother, in a production directed by Beth arias and a love scene with Lise Davidsen’s
Greenberg and conducted by Christopher lusciously voiced heroine. The performers
James Ray. Mozart’s “Don Giovanni,” this Fabio make sure you hear just how wonderful his
season’s main-stage show, follows, in August, ELECTRONIC Drum and bass has been spiking voice is: Paolo Arrivabeni conducts the open-
at Mahaiwe Performing Arts Center, in Great in visibility in America during the past year, ing of “Recondita armonia” slowly, drawing
Barrington, Mass.—Oussama Zahr (PS21, in as pent-up young dancers have craved faster translucent textures from the Philharmonia
Chatham, N.Y.; July 21 and July 23.) tempos and heavier bass lines—two things Orchestra, as De Tommaso unleashes his
the music has in abundance. The London molten tone and a few glottal stops (tenor
d.j. Fabio, born Fitzroy Haslip, was one of shorthand for uncontainable ardor). Excerpts
Camp Cope
INDIE ROCK The Australian trio Camp Cope
made its name as nothing short of a revolu- AFRO-POP
tionary force. If emo has traditionally been
the domain of embittered young men, then
this explicitly feminist band arrived in 2015
to burn that script. The group’s new album,
“Running with the Hurricane,” is twangier
and poppier than previous releases, yet just
as bold. Empowerment emerges in rumina-
tive conviction and glints of humor, even as
Camp Cope asserts ever more agency and
vulnerability. The front woman Georgia Maq,
whose fevered, folk-tinged singing can reach
toward a scream, has said that the record’s
gentler instrumentation, inspired by Taylor
Swift and the Chicks, reflects a band that
“refused to let the world harden us.” With a
modified lineup—Lou Hanman is filling in
for the bassist Kelly-Dawn Helmrich, who
is expecting her first child—Camp Cope re-
turns to the U.S. on its own terms.—Jenn Pelly
(Webster Hall; July 20.)
captivating musical designation of Chicago’s marshals a sublime array of dance sounds alongside a cosmopolitan
Whitney Johnson. Matchess’s recent album group of performers—the reggaetón idol J Balvin, the dancehall phenom
“Sonescent” was dreamt up at a California
meditation retreat, a background that surely Popcaan, the R. & B. sage Kehlani, and even the English singer-song-
qualifies as its own genre. Her drones sound writer Ed Sheeran. Sampling everything from Toni Braxton to the
like nothing—until, suddenly, they become Netflix smash “Squid Game,” he keeps reimagining the limits of his
handsome and imposing, gifting listeners a
shortcut to enlightenment.—Jay Ruttenberg songs. But, no matter how far out he pushes, the music never loses its
(Public Records; July 22.) distinctly Nigerian groove.—Sheldon Pearce
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and the rhythms of nature, as reflected in the
OFF BROADWAY Tamil literary tradition. The show’s projec-
tions are of indigenous Warli paintings, from
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western India.—M.H. (Prospect Park’s Lena
Fathers, as Prince Hamlet learned, are Horne Bandshell; July 22.)
hard to shake, even after they’re gone. Aya
Ogawa, a nonbinary writer-performer
born in Japan and based in Brooklyn, lost THE THEATRE
their father around fifteen years ago, but
didn’t honor his death in any formal way. Between the Lines
The two were distant, for reasons both Delilah (Arielle Jacobs), neglected by her
emotional (the father was withdrawn) and divorced, overworked mother and a social
cultural (Ogawa, brought up in California, outcast at her new school, crushes on Prince
Oliver (Jake David Smith), the hero of a
became an assimilated American). “The children’s fairy-tale book. Based on a young-
Nosebleed,” which Ogawa wrote, directs, adult novel by Jodi Picoult and her daughter,
and acts in, is a belated mourning rite of Samantha van Leer, this musical, directed
by Jeff Calhoun (“Newsies”), paints Delilah
an inventive sort, involving reënactments as a wide-eyed innocent, so much so that
from the reality show “The Bachelorette” she comes across as being seventeen going
and uncomfortable questions posed to the on twelve—making her flirtation with Ol-
iver occasionally awkward. An unwieldy
audience (“Who here hates their father?”). mashup of “Dear Evan Hansen,” “Mean
After warmly received runs at the Public’s Girls,” and a defanged “Jagged Little Pill,”
Under the Radar festival and the Japan the production is held together by a solid
cast (with Vicki Lewis, in multiple roles, as
Society, the play (in previews, opening on the M.V.P.) and an inventive use of Caite
Aug. 1) comes to Lincoln Center The- Hevner’s projections. Oddly, the supporting
atre’s Claire Tow.—Michael Schulman characters tend to land the best tunes in
Elyssa Samsel and Kate Anderson’s score,
such as the pounding, techno-esque “Inner
Thoughts,” while the leads are saddled with
from “Turandot,” “Madama Butterfly,” and like Sandoval, collaborated with Michelle Dor- bland ballads.—Elisabeth Vincentelli (Tony
“Carmen,” also featuring guest artists, like- rance), they present “I Didn’t Come to Stay,” Kiser Theatre at Second Stage; through Oct. 2.)
wise display the muscular heft and handsome a program of Brazilian-inspired dance, on the
finish of De Tommaso’s spinto tenor, but the Pillow’s outdoor stage, July 20-24. At the Ted
album lacks specificity—Cavaradossi sounds Shawn Theatre, the venerable modern-dance Mister Miss America
indistinguishable from Calàf, Pinkerton, troupe Limón Dance Company performs a sev- In spite of its title, this play is, in fact, about
and Don José. Still, if the intention behind enty-fifth-anniversary program that combines Mister Miss Smithsville, a.k.a. Derek Tyler
presenting scenes was to whet listeners’ ap- classic modern-dance works by José Limón Taylor, a contestant in the Miss Southwestern
petites for a live opera performance, then and Doris Humphrey with a new work by the Virginia Pageant. Derek, the event’s first
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mission accomplished.—O.Z. (Streaming on Burkina Faso-born choreographer Olivier Tar- male participant, dazzlingly played by Neil
select platforms.) paga.—Marina Harss (Becket, Mass.; July 20-24.) D’Astolfo, refuses to let hecklers or a com-
petitor’s God-mongering deter him from
pursuing the crown that he’s fantasized about
Little Island Music and since he was nine. This solo show could easily
DANCE lapse into caricatures of Southern or gay
Dance Festival culture, but D’Astolfo, who also wrote the
This festival—curated by the producer Torya script, roots his humor in humanity. Derek
Ailey Moves NYC! Beard, the actor Michael McElroy, and New may swear “hand to Gaga,” but he speaks to
Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre heads York’s unofficial ambassador of tap-dance joy, the dreaming child in all of us. He speaks
out into the city for a series of free, outdoor Ayodele Casel—saves its Friday- and Satur- to us as adults, too, elucidating the differ-
events. On July 23, at the Coney Island Am- day-evening slots for a solid lineup of percus- ence between “winnin’ and beatin’ someone.”
phitheatre, as part of City Parks Founda- sive dance. A few tap adepts—the uninhibited Opening up the narrative’s meta-theatrical
tion’s SummerStage, the company presents Brinae Ali, the super-skilled Luke Hickey, and dimension are Travis McHale’s lighting and
a knockout show, combining Rennie Harris’s Max Pollak, a veteran expert in Afro-Cuban Sun Hee Kil’s sound design, which sometimes
searching “Lazarus” with the evergreen “Rev- rhythms—join the kathak dancer Barkha Patel turn the play’s audience into the pageant’s
elations.” On July 28, Ailey II, the always and the appealing multiform trio Soles of audience. The sequin-encrusted costumes,
impressive junior troupe, graces Bryant Park Duende, July 22-23. The following weekend, by Hunter Kaczorowski, sparkle as brightly
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Picnic Performances with a program that in- July 29-30, Maurice Chestnut, a serious hoofer, as Derek’s wit.—Dan Stahl (Rattlestick Play-
cludes Yannick Lebrun’s touching duet “Saa shows his love for A Tribe Called Quest.—B.S. wrights Theatre; through Aug. 7.)
Magni.”—Brian Seibert (alvinailey.org) (Little Island; July 20-31.)
companions. Both have roots in the African Minneapolis ensemble, which specializes in Geles Cabrera
diaspora and are built on complex rhythms, and dance theatre based in the language of the In the nineteen-sixties, this modernist sculptor
both exude cool and ease with an exuberance classical Indian dance form bharata natyam. opened a museum near her home in Coyocán,
of expression. The Brazilian-born tap artist In their evening-length works, they explore Mexico City, to exhibit and preserve her own
Leonardo Sandoval and his musical partner large philosophical themes: life, death, our work—a bold move for a woman sidelined in
Gregory Richardson (a wizard of the bass) place in the universe. “Sacred Earth,” part of a male-dominated medium (and world). The
bring these two worlds together in their ensem- BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn!, performed to live first solo presentation of Cabrera’s art in New
ble, Music from the Sole. Along with a group musical accompaniment in the South Indian York, “Museo Escultórico,” is named for her
of excellent tap dancers (many of whom have, Carnatic style, is a meditation on the rituals self-founded institution, evoking its back-yard
subjects to the benefit of thematic punch and The Lakota expression mní wičóni—“water is life”—was heard around
decorative finesse. The results exalt audacity
and breathe beauty. Howe seldom repeated the world during the Standing Rock protests. Now it echoes through
himself. Each work can feel one-off, fulfilling the American Wing of the Met, thanks to a small but momentous ex-
a special mission to a fare-thee-well. If any hibition on view through April 2. Titled “Water Memories,” the show
quality is consistent, it’s suddenness.—Peter
Schjeldahl (National Museum of the American was organized by Patricia Marroquin Norby, the museum’s first curator
Indian; through Sept. 11.) of Native American art; as a woman of Purépecha heritage, Norby is also
its first full-time Indigenous curator. The show traverses six centuries
“To Name a Place” in a scant forty art works and artifacts by both Native and non-Native
In this eight-artist exhibition, the curator creators. An exquisite oil of a foamy wave by the American modernist
Anna Stothart invigorates the perennial sum- Arthur Dove, from 1929, assumes a mournful edge in the company
mer-show subject of landscape. The most im-
posing work on view is Mel Chin’s “Safe,” of a shimmering sculptural installation by the Shinnecock ceramicist
from 2005: a lush painting of the Congo River Courtney M. Leonard, from 2021, that eulogizes the decimation of the
on Belgian linen, in a gaudy gilt frame, is sperm-whale population off Long Island’s East End, where Dove made
nearly obscured by battered wooden planks
leaning against it, through which the artist has his painting. Poetry and protest are inseparable in all of the contemporary
driven thousands of rusty nails, an allusion to pieces here, including the Chemehuevi photographer Cara Romero’s
both the brutal treatment of the Kongo people oneiric 2015 scene (pictured above) of Pueblo corn dancers reckoning
by King Leopold II and to their nkisi nkondi
power figures. Arnie Zimmerman’s tabletop with a collective water memory: the flooding of thousands of acres of
tableau in clay teems with laborers—min- tribal land by the construction of the Parker Dam.—Andrea K. Scott
nival strongman named Toro Moreno (Mike Lane) as a contender for palace of Zeus (Russell Crowe) in quest of
his help. In the movie’s one inspired scene,
the heavyweight championship. Brokering fixed fights and using his New Asgard is portrayed as a tourist attrac-
press connections to legitimize them, Eddie is complicit in the death tion where the legend of Thor is staged for
of a fighter and in the scamming of Toro himself; then the former visitors as a threadbare skit; it comes off as
a knowing nod at the bare-bones histrionics
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newspaperman’s crusading conscience kicks in. The movie, directed underlying this C.G.I. extravaganza.—R.B.
by Mark Robson and based on a novel by Budd Schulberg, packs the (In theatrical release.)
ambient violence of a sports world and a media scene that are infested
with gangsters; it’s an exposé not just of boxing but of the American For more reviews, visit
way of business.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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in itself, topped with ground lamb and pickled green mango, before its edges
pomegranate molasses, and the za’atar grow crisp over smoldering charcoal.
roast chicken. Velvety chunks of tuna are crusted in
TABLES FOR TWO What a relief to have that hummus coriander and caraway seeds and glossed
back, as the centerpiece of Laser Wolf ’s in a North African-style chili paste called
Laser Wolf salatim, a bountiful array of salads and harif. The chicken shishlik (Hebrew for
97 Wythe Ave., Brooklyn dips delivered to the table as soon as you “skewer”) can’t compete with the wings,
order any of the menu’s grilled items, in but the gamy tang of the steak shishlik
On a recent evening at Laser Wolf, a new the style of an Israeli shipudiya, or “skewer comes up from behind; it’s much simpler
restaurant on the rooftop of the Hoxton house.” Choose a cocktail—my party but no less exciting than the koobideh,
hotel, in Williamsburg, a friendly but au- gasped at the beauty of the Saz-Arak, made with house-ground beef and lamb
thoritative woman zipped dutifully from two cold, crisp fingers of rye and arak, seasoned with sumac, turmeric, and dill
table to table, pausing at each. “We clap an anise-flavored spirit—and a skewer, and celery seeds.
PHOTOGRAPH BY JEREMY LIEBMAN FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
for the sunset,” she announced. “Don’t and you’re done with decisions; dessert The tantalizing perfume of fried garlic
panic.” For a moment, service seemed is also included. There’s a small array of and amba wafting off a grilled eggplant
to halt. Bodies shifted westward as the à-la-carte add-ons, too, but let me make turned me into a cartoon character, pok-
collective gaze settled on an unimpeded it easy: get the double-cooked thick-cut ing my nose into the air, straining for
view of the Manhattan skyline. Phones French fries, sparkling with salt, and the another whiff. One night, I was disap-
were drawn. As the gleaming orb sank gently spicy, sticky-sweet date-harissa pointed to realize that I had inadvertently
behind the Con Ed clock tower, blue sky wings, served with tahini ketchup and made my hard-won reservation for the
melting into gold, dramatic rays back- tahini ranch, respectively. counter, where I was perched on a stool
lighting cotton-ball clouds, applause The salatim are uniformly excellent, looking at the open kitchen instead of
went up, accompanied by cheers. a roulette with only lucky slots: creamy the view. But I came to see the upside: a
With a vista like this, food and drink white gigante beans strewn with torn front-row seat at the ballet that produced
could easily be secondary, not to mention Castelvetrano olives; a surprising, refresh- that eggplant; a close look at a lineup of
a total ripoff. At Laser Wolf—an outpost ing combination of diced pineapple and whole cauliflower on a trolley, dry-rubbed
of the beloved Philadelphia restaurant shaved celery tossed in smoked-pineapple in shawarma spices and waiting their turn
of the same name (a cheeky reference to purée; earthy roasted mushrooms with to be coaxed into collapse. I watched,
“Fiddler on the Roof ”), from the Israeli ruffles of kale and a smidge of sour-cherry mesmerized, as neat coils of brown-sugar
American chef Michael Solomonov and juice. The warm, pillowy pita is perfect, soft serve emerged from a dispenser, to be
the restaurateur Steve Cook—it’s the especially for swiping through baba gha- topped with pistachios, cherry preserves,
setting that feels negligible. The last noush and the hummus, a generous whorl and minuscule puffed-rice pearls. I clap
time I had eaten at a Solomonov-Cook finished with olive oil, za’atar, and parsley. for the kitchen. (Grill items, including
restaurant was in 2018, just before they After an opener so complete, the ad- salatim and soft serve, $43-$175.)
closed a Chelsea Market location of jective “main” doesn’t quite apply to the —Hannah Goldfield
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Browse the store.
THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT he launched a crusade to invalidate the cial election), to run as a primary chal-
WALKER’S RUN results there, famously pressing the sec- lenger to Brian Kemp, the Republican
retary of state, Brad Raffensperger, to Governor, who had also rejected Trump’s
week ago, the Republican Party’s “find” him more than eleven thousand entreaty to throw out the 2020 results.
A nominee for the United States Sen-
ate from Georgia explained his opposi-
votes—an act that is now the subject of
a criminal probe—while he insisted to
Kemp easily beat Perdue, and Trump’s
grievance left an open lane for Walker
tion to the Green New Deal. Given the supporters that the state’s election had to pursue the Senate seat.
decades of Republican denials, obfusca- been rigged. He did so irrespective of During three seasons with the Uni-
tions, and outright falsehoods on the the impact that such claims could versity of Georgia Bulldogs, Walker,
subject of climate change, it would be have on other Republican candidates, who is now sixty, recorded more than
difficult for nearly any G.O.P. candidate’s including Georgia’s two incumbent five thousand rushing yards. In 1982, he
erroneous comments to stand out. It was senators, Kelly Loeffler and David Per- won the Heisman Trophy. These are his
a challenge Herschel Walker, a former due, who faced runoff elections against primary qualifications for representing
N.F.L. star, was ready to meet. He ex- their respective Democratic opponents, Georgia in the Senate. He has also cited
plained, “Since we don’t control the air, Warnock and Jon Ossoff. A Trump his work in law enforcement, his grad-
our good air decided to float over to Chi- supporter in Marietta asked Ronna uation from U.G.A. in the top percen-
na’s bad air, so when China gets our good McDaniel, the Republican National tile of his class, and his success in run-
air, their bad air got to move. So it moves Committee chair, “Why should we vote ning businesses, including one of the
over to our good air space. Then, now, in this election when we know it’s al- largest minority-owned food-service
we got to clean that back up.” ready decided?” After Warnock and Os- companies in the country. These claims
Fighting climate change, in Walk- soff won, Trump, in a fit of internecine would be impressive, if they were accu-
er’s telling, is as productive as trying to score-settling, pushed Perdue, a viable rate. (The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
sweep sand off the beach. Amid the contender to take on Warnock this No- found that he had never worked in law
tide of criticism that his remarks gen- vember (Warnock’s victory was in a spe- enforcement, that he did not graduate
erated, his campaign resorted to a dodge from college, and that he has exagger-
that Donald Trump’s team had often ated the size of his various business ven-
used in response to his most indefen- tures.) The state G.O.P. had a long list
sible campaign comments: they were of potential candidates to challenge War-
just a joke. If there is a joke being told, nock. Walker, however, had effusively
though, Walker almost certainly is not praised and diligently defended Trump
in on it. Yet in some polls he currently during the 2020 election and after it.
trails his opponent, the Democratic Trump looked at the unqualified new-
senator Raphael Warnock, by just a few comer, who was prone to rambling dis-
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
points, and it seems that, no matter the quisitions on subjects he knew little
final outcome, Walker will receive the about, and saw in him a winner. Game
votes of millions of Georgians this fall. recognizes game.
The tale of how Walker came to be Trump’s endorsement helped Walker
the Republican nominee is a clear ex- become the nominee despite a devas-
ample of the warping effect that Trump tating ad from a primary opponent
has had on the Party nationally. Hav- pointing to Walker’s alleged history of
ing lost Georgia in the 2020 election, domestic violence, including an incident
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years ago in which he is said to have for high office would rail against men in American politics, integrity is op-
pointed a firearm at his now ex-wife. shirking their paternal responsibilities tional. We’ve seen the wreckage that
(He has said that he does not remem- while evidently evading his own. Yet unqualified leadership yields. Yet Walk-
ber that episode, citing a struggle with Walker also appears not to have told er’s deficits are not the only cause for
dissociative-identity disorder, and has his campaign staff the truth when he concern here. Warnock and Ossoff were
denied accusations from other women.) was asked directly how many children elected on January 5, 2021. The next
His personal life has continued to prove he has; an unnamed adviser told the day, a Trumpist mob laid siege to the
complicated. A frequent commentator Daily Beast that Walker lies “like he’s United States Capitol. We are not yet
on the perils of “fatherless” households breathing.” beyond that moment. Trump will re-
in Black communities, he has high- Walker has not spoken much on mat- portedly announce a 2024 run for the
lighted the role he has played in the life ters of policy, but his statement about air Presidency ahead of this year’s elec-
of his twenty-two-year-old son, Chris- quality was not an outlier. (At the same tion, when a Walker victory could re-
tian. In June, though, the Daily Beast event, he said that China had created the turn control of the Senate to the Re-
reported that Walker was also the fa- coronavirus, which he had previously publicans. A number of state legislatures
ther of a ten-year-old son, whom he said could be killed by a “dry mist.”) have made their systems less amena-
had not publicly acknowledged, and Asked how he would prevent needless ble to fair elections, and next year the
that the boy’s mother had sued him for gun tragedies such as the Uvalde massacre, Supreme Court may assist those ef-
child support. Walker then admitted he said, “What I like to do is see it and forts. No one in the G.O.P. leadership
that he had fathered a daughter during everything and stuff.” In response to a can possibly believe that Walker is fit
his college years, and also that he had similar query from Fox News, he replied, to hold a Senate seat, but the hope—
another child, a thirteen-year-old son. “What about getting a department that as dangerous as it is cynical—is that
Hypocrisy has seldom been less of a po- can look at young men, that’s looking at he may be able to win one. And that
litical liability than it is now, so it’s not women, that’s looking at social media?” joke would most certainly be on us.
particularly shocking that a candidate We have learned the hard way that, —Jelani Cobb
HERE TO THERE DEPT. cargo ship and a sailboat,” Matthieu Riou, ship’s captain, Goulwen Josse, said. He
BIODYNAMIC who is the company’s export director, said was unshaven, like Le Naoures, with
the other day, stepping aboard Grain de dirty clothes, greasy hair, and bright-blue
Sail, a two-masted aluminum-hulled eyes. “But the sea is a quiet place.” The
schooner. He wore a backward baseball horn of the Staten Island Ferry blared
cap, dirty white sneakers, and a T-shirt in the distance. Josse, who is forty-eight,
with an illustration of a woman drinking continued, “Living on earth is not for
wine and smoking a cigarette. “The goal me. I don’t like the way it works.” He
t’s been a rough few years for the sup- is to bring some new stuff to the U.S., laughed. “At sea, what happens on earth
I ply chain. Last spring, as the world
watched, a huge container ship loaded
wines that have never been distributed
in New York City. New types of grapes,
doesn’t have any importance. You just
have to take care of your boat and the
with bicycles, dildos, and IKEA furniture new types of techniques.” After twen- people on board.” He went on, “If I stayed
blocked the Suez Canal for six days. In ty-four days at sea, the cargo sailboat, on earth, I would have to do political
February, a cargo vessel carrying four which is registered as an official merchant things.” Instead, he said, he has decided
hundred million dollars’ worth of Audis, vessel by the French government, had ar-
Porsches, Bentleys, Lamborghinis, and rived in New York Harbor, with eight
Volkswagens caught fire and sank in the thousand bottles: Château Maris gren-
North Atlantic. Ports are crowded, con- ache, Ferme de la Sansonniere Chenin
sumers are cranky, and the glaciers are Blanc, Charles Heidsieck champagne. A
still melting. But maybe the tides are sailor named François Le Naoures said,
turning. Not too long ago, Olivier and “This is the first time since Prohibition
Jacques Barreau, twin brothers from that we import so much alcohol by sail.”
France, who had no experience with ex- Riou, who is twenty-eight, said, “It’s
port or with wine, founded a company a dry boat, so there’s no alcohol con-
that ships biodynamic wines across the sumption on board. Only when we’re
Atlantic. Their aim: ninety-nine-per- docked are the sailors free to drink.”
cent-carbon-neutral shipping. (The “It’s been fun!” Le Naoures, who wore
global shipping industry creates almost polarized sunglasses, Botalo sailing boots,
as much CO2 as the entire continent of and a beaded bracelet made by his two-
South America does.) Their method: year-old daughter, said. “We went to a
the world’s first modern cargo sailboat. jazz concert and to many, many bars. Prob-
“We’re trying to implement this new ably all the bars on Atlantic Avenue.”
wording, so people understand that it’s a “Fifteen days in port is good,” the
12 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
to ship cargo with the wind: “I feel like
I’m doing something intelligent.”
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MAD SCIENTIST DEPT.
like, thousands of dollars, just on straw-
berries.” Demand is so high that he has
BERRY BERRY
Around noon, Josse’s crew set sail. stopped selling to most restaurants.
Destination: Boca Chica, in the Domin- Koga grew up in Japan and came to
ican Republic. Cargo: twenty pallets of the U.S. in 2015, to get an M.B.A. at
syringes, surgical tubing, bedpans, wheel- U.C. Berkeley. Among his first stops:
chairs, and wound-irrigation kits. (Grain the grocery store. “I was really excited
de Sail partnered with the Afya Foun- to try the produce,” he said. “I expected
dation, in Yonkers, to ship medical sup- everything to be good and cheap, com-
plies to Boca Chica, where the crew will pared with Japan.” He was disappointed.
pick up thirty-seven tons of cocoa and
head back to France.) The sailors made
C onsider the strawberry: red, ripe, an
ephemeral pleasure as fleeting as a
summer fling. What if that fling could
“Everything looked glossy. Everything
looked good,” he said. “But then I’d take
a quick toast (Maestral White, Domaine last? “Our strawberries are always in sea- a bite, and I wouldn’t be able to taste
des Maravilhas, 2019)—“To Grain de son,” Hiroki Koga, the co-founder and the flavor.” He learned that most Amer-
Sail! To New York City!”—before Julia C.E.O. of Oishii (pronounced oy-she, ican growers are geared toward mass
Guerin, who wore waterproof sailing Japanese for “delicious”), a company that production and long-distance transport,
pants and carried a wood-handled knife specializes in vertical farming, said the rather than toward flavor.
in a leather holster, climbed onto the other day. “I am in love with them,” the He’d previously worked on indoor
ship’s boom and unfurled the mainsail. chef Jean-Georges Vongerichten, who vertical-farming technology as a con-
The sail rose up the mast like a squirrel uses the berries in a haute lemon drop sultant at Deloitte. He wondered if he
climbing a flagpole.Then the ship started served at his vegetarian restaurant, abcV, could engineer an indoor climate to grow
to whine. Josse shouted, “There’s some- said. “They’re completely delicious.” the kinds of strawberry that he remem-
thing wrong!” Love comes at a price: originally, bered eating as a child: coral pink with
The electric motor, which usually lifts Oishii charged sixty dollars for a plas- tiny seeds, a rare breed from the foot-
the mainsail into place, had malfunc- tic case of six heart-shaped “jumbo hills of the Japanese Alps. He found a
tioned. “We’ll have to dismantle it at omakase” berries, each one tucked into fellow agriculture enthusiast in Bren-
sea,” Josse said, instructing Guerin and its own plastic cradle. dan Somerville, a former Marine intel-
Le Naoures to hoist the sail by hand, “That’s our special lineup,” Koga said. ligence officer getting his M.B.A. at
using rope. Le Naoures was out of breath “Our first-flower berries, probably the U.C.L.A. “He was running an avocado-
in minutes. top one or two per cent of our produc- oil company in Africa, remotely, from
Josse shouted, “Continuez! Contin- tion.” The jumbo berries now cost twenty L.A.,” Koga said. “I convinced him that
uez!” (“Keep going! Keep going!”) dollars for a tray of eight, which can be this was going to be bigger.”
Le Naoures shouted, “Putain! Putain!” ordered through Oishii’s Web site for de- In 2017, they found their version of
(“Fuck! Fuck!”) livery in New York and New Jersey, or alpine Japan in a warehouse in Kearny,
Once the sails were in place, the boat for pickup in Los Angeles; the berries New Jersey. “We convinced this land-
glided past the Statue of Liberty, and are also available at a handful of Whole lord to lease us a small building when
Josse took his hands off the wheel to Foods locations around New York. They we had no money,” Koga said. Now
roll a cigarette. “The autopilot is really regularly sell out. they have more than fifty million dol-
useful,” he said. Nearby, a tugboat pushed “There are customers who buy mul- lars in funding, inroads into tomatoes
a barge, piled with garbage, toward New tiple trays every week,” Koga said. “That’s, and melons, and four indoor farms,
Jersey, and a few deckhands aboard an
oil tanker waved from across the har-
bor. Le Naoures FaceTimed his daugh-
ter, pointing the camera at the oil ship.
His daughter said, “C’est un gros bateau! ”
After passing under the Verrazzano-
Narrows Bridge, the cargo sailboat
drifted alongside the Mathilde Schulte,
an old-fashioned diesel-engine cargo
ship. “Most of the things in those con-
tainers aren’t useful,” Josse said. “Most
could be produced here in America!”
The Mathilde Schulte was loaded with
almost nine hundred shipping contain-
ers (cargo: perfume, heavy machinery,
cheese) bound for Brooklyn’s Red Hook
Terminal. Josse lit another cigarette and
sailed into the afternoon sun.
—Adam Iscoe “Howard?”
three near the New Jersey Turnpike.
“I’m going to have to ask you to
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POP-UP
members of the audience took a drink.
“The guy who plays Willie was hired to
SCREEN SOUNDS
change your shoes,” Koga told a visitor play Gordon on ‘Sesame Street’ the same
on a recent morning. He wore jeans, a year, so, looking at a lot of Willie Dyna
zipup sweatshirt, and freshly sanitized mite’s outfits, we kept trying to tie them
slipon sandals. “We have a very strict to ‘Sesame Street,’” Cenac said. Bernard
disease protocol.” He pushed open a Johnson, the film’s costume designer, who
door, revealing a warehouse full of trail later worked on “New Jack City,” dressed
ers. “We call them ‘small farm units,’” Orman, in one scene, in green bellbot
he said. Some are used for cloning—“not his spring, the comedian Wyatt toms, a fur coat, and an oversized Cossack
G.M.O. It’s all natural, strawberries clone
themselves.” Others are used for R. &
T Cenac and the rapper Donwill re
introduced “Shouting at the Screen,”
hat, making him look a little like Oscar
the Grouch.
D. In one trailer, two workers in hazmat their popup Blaxploitationfilm expe The movie follows pimps and prosti
suits poked purposefully at green seed rience, at Nitehawk Prospect Park. There tutes as they weigh the pros and cons of
lings lined up on Q.R.coded racks. The were technical difficulties. What do co unionizing. “The social worker in that
scent: strawberries on steroids. medians and rappers know about A.V. movie turns out to be the hero, because
Koga declined to say which Japanese setups? Turns out, not a lot. At one point, she is trying to provide the sex workers
town his simulated environment is based the screen went blank. “We had to ex with alternatives,” Cenac, who wore a
on. His researchers are tinkering with plain that this wasn’t part of the movie,” bucket hat with two Charlie Brown pins
growing conditions, varying levels of Cenac said, the other day. The film re and a vintage Malcolm X Tshirt, said.
humidity and of carbon dioxide. “Right started but shut off again minutes later. The plot bore a resemblance to a recent
now, our Brix level is as sweet as it would “So we had a singalong,” Donwill viral Reddit post about college women
be if they were grown in Japan,” Koga said. “I’m not sure why, but we sang forming what they called a “hoe union.”
said. “But we can shoot for something ‘September.’” (Among other things, the students vowed
that’s even better.” Alcohol and food helped mollify the to leave any party if they couldn’t mix their
More trailers, more plants, more tech crowd. “I have to imagine there were own drinks, if the hosts were sexual ha
nicians. “We have robots running some people who were, like, ‘We paid rassers, or if maletofemale ratios were
around,” Koga said. “They collect data for a babysitter. I don’t care how long enforced.) Cenac and Donwill discussed.
from every seedling.” The last stop was this takes, we are not going back to those “The first thing I thought was, Is it
at a tenfoottall glasswalled grid of children,’” Cenac said. like something with OnlyFans?” Don
plants. “Our main production arm,” he Cenac, who is currently working on will, who wore a Basquiat Tshirt, said.
said, with pride. animated television and film projects for “But I think the concept is on point.”
A lone bee buzzed from one curli Warner Bros., and Donwill, who recently They started to riffle through records.
cued runner to the next. “To grow any released a quarantineinspired album They wouldn’t say what film they would
thing beyond leafy greens, you need to called “SPACE,” have been friends for be playing at the next screening, but they
pollinate the flowers,” he said. “Bees nor twelve years. They were sitting on a mid were looking for albums that honored
mally don’t operate well in a vertical centurymodern couch at the record store the Blaxploitation era. Cenac gravitated
farm, but we figured out a secret recipe Legacy Dumbo, where they were shopping toward a drawer labelled “R. & B. Soul/
to make them happy. They are the core for music to play at the next installment Funk.” He picked out a 1989 LP called
of our technology.” of “Shouting at the Screen,” at the end “Stay with Me,” by Regina Belle. “I haven’t
Even more so than the robots? “The of July. “It started more than a decade seen this album since I was a teenager,”
thing is the bee’s butt,” he said. “They ago, at an event space in Dumbo,” Cenac he said, and reminisced about listening
have so many small brushes, and the way said, of the screening series. “But then to requests come in on latenight radio.
they rub their butt against the flower— that place got shut down for question “Those always felt like these awkward,
it works so well. With a robot, you can’t able business practices.”(The owner was tensionfilled cliffhangers. Does the crush
replicate that precise movement, and if convicted of tax fraud and grand larceny listen to the radio at night?”
you don’t pollinate perfectly the fruit in 2014.) The show moved on to a spot Donwill, perched on a red stool, peered
will grow in a really weird shape. We in Williamsburg, then to the Bell House, at “Right On Be Free,” from 1970, by the
call them mispollinated berries.” in Gowanus; the Alamo Drafthouse, in Voices of East Harlem. He began spin
The R. & D. department occasion downtown Brooklyn; South by South ning the stool in circles. “The typogra
ally produces these by accident, the re west, in Austin; and Sketchfest, in San phy is really cool,” he said. He found a
sult of pollination by human hand. Koga Francisco, before the pandemic put it on trumpet resting on a Fender Rhodes
walked over to the trailer and procured hiatus. For the first movie screening since piano and posed for a picture with it.
one of the rejects: bulbous, with a Jay lockdown, Cenac and Donwill chose Talk turned to the films.“Blaxploitation
Leno chin and spots that looked like “Willie Dynamite,” from 1974, which stars gets looked at in cinema as this sort of
sores. “They’re not sellable,” Koga said. an actor named Roscoe Orman. outrageous time, but it was also really a
“It’s not the flavor. It just looks really, They typically pair a movie with drink hotbed of independent filmmaking, and
really ugly.” ing games; for “Willie Dynamite,” each it doesn’t get credited that way,” Cenac
—Sheila Yasmin Marikar time Willie wore brightly colored attire said. Filmmakers compensated for meagre
14 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
his writers that often made other ed writers, a protector of writers’ time.”
itors (and their writers) jealous. The master collator fielded the incom
Through some rare mix of taste, judg ing paper and swatted away unwel
ment, candor, composure, selflessness, come meddlers. “He was, therefore,
and insubordination, he earned that also, an excuse exterminator, removing
measure of trust and affection which from a writer’s day reason upon rea
makes it possible for editors to de son for not writing.”
liver cold, hard feedback, and for writ Bennet edited, among so many oth
ers to be open to it, and grateful. I ers, Elizabeth Kolbert, Connie Bruck,
once asked him why he’d cut a joke I Seymour Hersh, Oliver Sacks, and Wil
was fond of. “Because it’s lame,” he liam Finnegan, and mentored (or
said. It must have been. taught, in his magazinewriting classes
Bennet’s autobiographical short at the Columbia Journalism School)
story “Flat Creek Road,” published in generations of young people, whose
these pages, in 1986, gave a glimpse of opinions and incipient talents he cared
his hardscrabble childhood in rural for deeply. Another Bennetism: “Here,
East Texas. He didn’t write much else, take a look at this.” When he thought
which is too bad, though there were a a young writer had promise, he’d say,
Wyatt Cenac and Donwill couple of essays, a decade ago, about “There’s film in the camera.” (One more:
Bob Dylan and Sid Caesar, and what “A piece with a nut graf is like a doc
production budgets with catchy sound became known as the Impossible Sen umentary with a voiceover—it means
tracks, and by taking advantage of an un tence, which he composed, with Nancy you haven’t got it all on film.”)
tapped pool of talent. Cenac brought up Franklin, in the eighties, made up of He was more sophisticated and
“The Thing with Two Heads,” a 1972 film words (or usages) that were effectively guileful than he let on, but he perpet
about an experiment in which a white banned from the magazine: “Intrigued ually aspired, with better results than
man’s head is surgically attached to a Black by the massive smarts of the balding, most, to utter nonpretension. Kol
man’s body. “Rick Baker, who would go feisty, prestigious workaholic, Tom bert still regrets overruling Bennet’s
on to be an Oscarwinning special Wolfe promptly spat on the quality insistence, fourteen years ago, that she
makeupeffects artist, that’s the first movie photo located above the urinal.” remove the phrase “mutatis mutandis”
he ever worked on,” he said. He flipped He came to New York City in the from a story about Rudy Giuliani. He
through a drawer of records and paused late sixties and got his start at The New thought it sounded pompous. Above
at a Herbie Mann and Bill Evans album. Yorker, in 1975, in the copy department, my desk I have a galley tacked to the
“There’s a chase sequence in ‘Cleopatra and worked as a collator—he copied wall. It’s page 30, version whatevermil
Jones’ that takes place in the L.A. River out each reader’s edits onto a master lion, of a Profile I’d written, and Ben
basin,” he said. “Everyone says ‘Bullitt’ is proof. “I got to see everybody’s style, net has deleted just about every para
the movie that has the best carchase and I got to steal everybody’s moves,” graph on it, as well as all of pages 31
scene. But maybe there’s an argument to he recently told a friend. His own style, and 32. Three columns, on the floor.
be made for ‘Cleopatra Jones.’” as it matured, was deft, intuitive, but In the margin, his chicken scratch pro
The pair gathered up their haul, which not heavyhanded. He believed, for vides the explanation: “Blah Blah
included “Wild and Free,” by Dazz Band, better or worse, that, as he put it, “Any Blah.” Who can argue? This isn’t to
and “Joy,” by Teddy Pendergrass. Donwill thing great about a piece is because of suggest he couldn’t be expansive or
showed Cenac the cover of another of the writer. Don’t fuck it up.” This, any deeply patient. A tally of the happy
his selections, “Steamin’ Hot,” by the Red way, is what he told the writers. He hours that colleagues and acolytes
1
dings. “Look, it’s T.L.C.!” he said. also said, “An editor is like a shrink. spent in his office, chewing over the
—Natalie Meade And if the writer doesn’t think his ed work, or plucking one of his guitars,
itor is great, he’s totally fucked up.” By would add up to a life span of its own.
POSTSCRIPT that measure, none of us were. He knew His company, his attention, was a kind
JOHN BENNET that writers rarely give editors the credit of embrace.
they deserve. Although that didn’t seem I once made a reporting visit to
to trouble him at all, like anyone he the home of a subject who I suspected
did appreciate praise. might be dangerous, and John—less
One traded Bennetisms: “Only than a year away from his retire
shitty writers need transitions.” “A ment—stood guard just down the
writer is a guy in the hospital wearing road in his pickup truck, in case things
hat would John Bennet do? one of those gowns that’s open in the went sour. Making sure. If they had,
W He’d keep it brief. Bennet, who
died, of cancer, earlier this month, a
back. An editor is walking behind, mak
ing sure that nobody can see his ass.”
what would he have done? I doubt
he knew. But it would have been the
few weeks short of seventyseven, in One of his writers, John McPhee, said right thing.
spired the kind of devotion among last week, “John was a protector of —Nick Paumgarten
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 15
nardo DiCaprio, the Clooneys); so do
THE SPORTING SCENE grandparents, parents, and children, often
together. It’s simple to grasp—“easy to
LETTER OF RESIGNATION
how we’re going to make a better world?
By worshipping the Devil and eating
babies? Yes, I know that eating babies
BY ROBERT CARLOCK and drinking their blood grants us im-
mortality. Except . . . does it? Since I
ear Global Liberal Cannibalistic involved member of the G.L.C.P.C. It joined the G.L.C.P.C., so many people
D Pedophile Conspiracy:
Please accept this letter as my resig-
was my idea that we stop using “cheese
pizza” as code for “child prostitute” at
have told me about Ruth Bader Gins-
burg’s “epic” final Feast and Slaking.
nation from the Conspiracy. As of today, the pizzerias that we own around the How she ate “so much baby” and drank
my bar tab has been fully paid and I world as fronts for child prostitution. “so much blood.” And then the next day
have returned my ceremonial cloak of I’m proud to say that incidences of con- she died. The other night, Senator Fein-
deepest-red velvet, so deep as to be black, fused Little League teams accidentally stein basically had to be carried up the
to Glen at the front desk. being given child prostitutes are way schist steps to the Basin. She did not
I write this with a heavy heart. Join- down. I also was the one to suggest that look super immortal. And President
ing the G.L.C.P.C. was a dream come maybe “Q” from QAnon is that guy Biden wasn’t even there, because he’d
true, and yet just last year I was starting Quentin who was always taking pictures fallen off a couch earlier that day.
to think that maybe there was no global with his phone. And, later that evening, Which brings me to the real reason
leftist cabal that ate babies as part of a I helped Oprah and Pope Francis drown I have to resign. I don’t think any of it is
satanic rite in order to gain immortality him. I got a high five from Oprah! working. Not just the “immortality by
and, through control of the media and And yet I never felt entirely welcome. way of cannibalism.” The whole damn
the banks, impose a New World Order Clearly, my choice not to participate in thing. Are we any closer to a socialist-
and also run child-prostitution rings. I the rite of eating human babies and plutocratic New World Order than when
had been working in Hollywood for years, drinking their blood has held me back. we started? The Gathering was a chance
intentionally producing youth-corrupt- Which I find hypocritical. As I said to reassure members that the Conspir-
ing garbage TV in the hope of getting during the interview process, it shouldn’t acy is not completely off the rails, but
noticed by the Conspiracy. From a net- matter what I eat; isn’t the whole point even the Treasurer’s report was alarm-
working standpoint, you guys are next of the Conspiracy to create a better ing—why does the portfolio have so
level, and, at the time, I was trying to world, one of tolerance and inclusion? much crypto?! Do we control the econ-
make the pivot into feature films. Where a dog can marry a car and there omy or not? And the video highlighting
So I was relieved to wake up one mid- are zero guns and the Thought Police our recent achievements was flat-out de-
night, unable to move, to find a sulfu- punish Wrong-Think®? At the time, pressing. I’m glad that cigarette use in
rous imp (aglow on its forehead the Hillary Herself stood and applauded movies is down and soccer continues to
Greek letter eta: “H,” for “Hillary”) crawl- those sentiments (I was quoting her, gain in popularity, but that really doesn’t
ing into my mouth. After that, of course, but still), and then everyone started clap- convince me that all the baby-eating is
I was able to understand the coded mes- ping and then it turned into an orgy. worth it. And, if we’re just spinning our
sages you were sending through C-SPAN, In reality, those noble ideals go only wheels despite the direct support of Satan
pop culture, and Wordle. A few weeks so far. I soon came to feel like a pariah. Himself (who frankly seemed pretty rat-
later, I was listening to “All Too Well I was frequently left out of inside jokes tled about our progress), then maybe we
(Taylor’s Version),” and there, hidden in about ritualistic baby-eating. At din- should all be rethinking the G.L.C.P.C.
the part about the refrigerator, was my ners, I somehow always found myself In closing, I do hope you’ll keep me
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
invitation to the 2021 Feast of the Inno- seated next to fucking Mark Zucker- in mind for any future global conspir-
cents-slash-orgy in the crypt under the berg. I was Mop Boy at three orgies in acies. And please let me know when
Lincoln Memorial! a row. And then, at the Gathering of you might have time to discuss my
Since then, I have been an active and the Cabal last Wednesday, as the line screenplay.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 23
making a bigger one for the U.S. market,
DEPT. OF TRANSPORTATION with three rows of seats instead of two.)
Volkswagen expects the Buzz, which has
n the Victorian era, it was said that of wealth in Florida offer little that’s One reason for the increased de-
The yachting life style awes even the wealthy. “Boats are the last place that I think you can get away with it,” an owner said.
PHOTO ILLUSTRATION BY JAVIER JAÉN THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 31
of Putin’s associates own superyachts— Not so long ago, status transactions an unknown buyer spent about a hun-
known to professionals as “white among the élite were denominated in dred and ninety-five million on an Andy
boats”—because the white-boat world Old Masters and in the sculptures of Warhol silk-screen portrait of Marilyn
is notoriously opaque. Owners tend to the Italian Renaissance. Joseph Du- Monroe. In luxury-yacht terms, those
hide behind shell companies, registered veen, the dominant art dealer of the are ordinary numbers. “There are a lot
in obscure tax havens, attended by pri- early twentieth century, kept the oli- of boats in build well over two hundred
vate bankers and lawyers. But, with un- garchs of his day—Andrew Mellon, and fifty million dollars,” Jamie Edmis-
usual alacrity, authorities have used Jules Bache, J. P. Morgan—jockeying ton, a broker in Monaco and London,
subpoenas and police powers to freeze over Donatellos and Van Dycks. “When told me. His buyers are getting younger
boats suspected of having links to the you pay high for the priceless,” he liked and more inclined to spend long
Russian élite. In Spain, the government to say, “you’re getting it cheap.” stretches at sea. “High-speed Internet,
detained a hundred-and-fifty-million- In the nineteen-fifties, the height telephony, modern communications
dollar yacht associated with Sergei Che- of aspirational style was fine French have made working easier,” he said.
mezov, the head of the conglomerate furniture—F.F.F., as it became known “Plus, people made a lot more money
Rostec, whose bond with Putin reaches in certain precincts of Fifth Avenue earlier in life.”
back to their time as K.G.B. officers in and Palm Beach. Before long, more and A Silicon Valley C.E.O. told me
East Germany. (As in many cases, the more money was going airborne. Hugh that one appeal of boats is that they
boat is not registered to Chemezov; Hefner, a pioneer in the private-jet era, can “absorb the most excess capital.”
the official owner is a shell company decked out a plane he called Big Bunny, He explained, “Rationally, it would
connected to his stepdaughter, a teacher where he entertained Elvis Presley, Ra- seem to make sense for people to spend
whose salary is likely about twenty-two quel Welch, and James Caan. The oil half a billion dollars on their house and
hundred dollars a month.) In Germany, baron Armand Hammer circled the then fifty million on the boat that
authorities impounded the world’s most globe on his Boeing 727, paying bribes they’re on for two weeks a year, right?
voluminous yacht, Dilbar, for its ties and recording evidence on microphones But it’s gone the other way. People don’t
to the mining-and-telecom tycoon Al- hidden in his cuff links. But, once it want to live in a hundred-thousand-
isher Usmanov. And in Italy police have seemed that every plutocrat had a plane, square-foot house. Optically, it’s weird.
grabbed a veritable armada, including the thrill was gone. But a half-billion-dollar boat, actually,
a boat owned by one of Russia’s rich- In any case, an airplane is just trans- is quite nice.” Staluppi, of Palm Beach
est men, Alexei Mordashov, and a co- portation. A big ship is a floating manse, Gardens, is content to spend three or
lossus suspected of belonging to Putin with a hierarchy written right into the four times as much on his yachts as on
himself, the four-hundred-and-fifty- nomenclature. If it has a crew work- his homes. Part of the appeal is flexi-
nine-foot Scheherazade. ing aboard, it’s a yacht. If it’s more than bility. “If you’re on your boat and you
In Palm Beach, the yachting com- ninety-eight feet, it’s a superyacht. Af- don’t like your neighbor, you tell the
munity worried that the same scrutiny ter that, definitions are debated, but captain, ‘Let’s go to a different place,’”
might be applied to them. “Say your people generally agree that anything he said. On land, escaping a bad neigh-
superyacht is in Asia, and there’s some more than two hundred and thirty feet bor requires more work: “You got to
big conflict where China invades Tai- is a megayacht, and more than two try and buy him out or make it un-
wan,” Denison told me. “China could comfortable or something.” The pref-
spin it as ‘Look at these American oli- erence for sea-based investment has al-
garchs!’” He wondered if the seizures tered the proportions of taste. Until
of superyachts marked a growing po- recently, the Silicon Valley C.E.O. said,
litical animus toward the very rich. “a fifty-metre boat was considered a
“Whenever things are economically or good-sized boat. Now that would be a
politically disruptive,” he said, “it’s hard little bit embarrassing.” In the past
to justify taking an insane amount of twenty years, the length of the average
money and just putting it into some- luxury yacht has grown by a third, to
thing that costs a lot to maintain, de- a hundred and sixty feet.
preciates, and is only used for having hundred and ninety-five is a gigayacht. Thorstein Veblen, the economist
a good time.” The world contains about fifty-four who published “The Theory of the
hundred superyachts, and about a hun- Leisure Class,” in 1899, argued that the
obody pretends that a superyacht dred gigayachts. power of “conspicuous consumption”
N is a productive place to stash your
wealth. In a column this spring head-
For the moment, a gigayacht is the
most expensive item that our species
sprang not from artful finery but from
sheer needlessness. “In order to be rep-
lined “A SUPERYACHT IS A TERRIBLE has figured out how to own. In 2019, utable,” he wrote, “it must be waste-
ASSET,” the Financial Times observed, the hedge-fund billionaire Ken Grif- ful.” In the yachting world, stories
“Owning a superyacht is like owning fin bought a quadruplex on Central circulate about exotic deliveries by he-
a stack of 10 Van Goghs, only you are Park South for two hundred and forty licopter or seaplane: Dom Pérignon,
holding them over your head as you million dollars, the highest price ever bagels from Zabar’s, sex workers, a rare
tread water, trying to keep them dry.” paid for a home in America. In May, melon from the island of Hokkaido.
32 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
The industry excels at selling you things
that you didn’t know you needed. When
you flip through the yachting press,
it’s easy to wonder how you’ve gone
this long without a personal subma-
rine, or a cryosauna that “blasts you
with cold” down to minus one hun-
dred and ten degrees Celsius, or the
full menagerie of “exclusive leathers,”
such as eel and stingray.
But these shrines to excess capital
exist in a conditional state of visibil-
ity: they are meant to be unmistakable
to a slender stratum of society—and
all but unseen by everyone else. Even
before Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, the
yachting community was straining to
manage its reputation as a gusher of
carbon emissions (one well-stocked
diesel yacht is estimated to produce as
much greenhouse gas as fifteen hun-
dred passenger cars), not to mention
the fact that the world of white boats
is overwhelmingly white. In a candid
aside to a French documentarian, the
American yachtsman Bill Duker said,
“If the rest of the world learns what “ You’re not the carefree woman I married.”
it’s like to live on a yacht like this,
they’re gonna bring back the guillo-
tine.” The Dutch press recently re-
• •
ported that Jeff Bezos, the founder of
Amazon, was building a sailing yacht in Istanbul, most passersby saw it money and tax havens. So they play a
so tall that the city of Rotterdam might adorned in colorful flags, but people role in this battle, writ large, between
temporarily dismantle a bridge that who could read semaphore were able autocracy and democracy.”
had survived the Nazis in order to let to make out a message: “Rarely does
the boat pass to the open sea. Rotter- one have the privilege to witness vul- fter a morning on the docks at the
dammers were not pleased. On Face-
book, a local man urged people to “take
gar ostentation displayed on such a
scale.” As a longtime owner told me,
A Palm Beach show, I headed to a
more secluded marina nearby, which
a box of rotten eggs with you and let’s “If you don’t have some guilt about it, had been set aside for what an atten-
throw them en masse at Jeff ’s super- you’re a rat.” dant called “the really big hardware.”
yacht when it sails through.” At least Alex Finley, a former C.I.A. officer It felt less like a trade show than like
thirteen thousand people expressed in- who has seen yachts proliferate near a boutique resort, with a swimming
terest. Amid the uproar, a deputy mayor her home in Barcelona, has weighed pool and a terrace restaurant. Kevin
announced that the dismantling plan the superyacht era and its discontents Merrigan, a relaxed Californian with
had been abandoned “for the time in writings and on Twitter, using the horn-rimmed glasses and a high fore-
being.” (Bezos modelled his yacht partly hashtag #YachtWatch. “To me, the head pinked by the sun, was waiting
on one owned by his friend Barry Diller, yachts are not just yachts,” she told me. for me at the stern of Unbridled, a su-
who has hosted him many times. The “In Russia’s case, these are the embod- peryacht with a brilliant blue hull that
appreciation eventually extended to iment of oligarchs helping a dictator gave it the feel of a personal cruise ship.
personnel, and Bezos hired one of Dil- destabilize our democracy while utiliz- He invited me to the bridge deck, where
ler’s captains.) ing our democracy to their benefit.” a giant screen showed silent video of
As social media has heightened the But, Finley added, it’s a mistake to think dolphins at play.
scrutiny of extraordinary wealth, some the toxic symbolism applies only to Merrigan is the chairman of the bro-
of the very people who created those Russia. “The yachts tell a whole story kerage Northrop & Johnson, which has
platforms have sought less observable about a Faustian capitalism—this idea ridden the tide of growing boats and
places to spend it. But they occasion- that we’re ready to sell democracy for wealth since 1949. Lounging on a sofa
ally indulge in some coded provoca- short-term profit,” she said. “They’re mounded with throw pillows, he pro-
tion. In 2006, when the venture capi- registered offshore. They use every loop- jected a nearly postcoital level of con-
talist Tom Perkins unveiled his boat hole that we’ve put in place for illicit tentment. He had recently sold the
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 33
boat we were on, accepted an offer for
a behemoth beside us, and begun ne-
gotiating the sale of yet another. “This RESISTANCE
client owns three big yachts,” he said.
“It’s a hobby for him. We’re at a hun- The sunset earlier, the sky spooky
dred and ninety-one feet now, and last as the nineteenth century, skeletal trees,
night he said, ‘You know, what do you a brief orange glow before the blues
think about getting a two hundred and and grays darken in a landscape that lasts
fifty?’” Merrigan laughed. “And I was, for an hour before the shapes dissolve
like, ‘Can’t you just have dinner?’” into the dark of All Hallows’, a night
Among yacht owners, there are some as sacred as would scare us, the guiltless ones,
unwritten rules of stratif ication: a who maintain our belief in metaphysics,
Dutch-built boat will hold its value which French philosophes declared dead
better than an Italian; a custom design in 1970 or so. As the last branches
will likely get more respect than a “se- disappear into the heavenly darkness,
ries yacht”; and, if you want to dispar- what remains is what resists and what
age another man’s boat, say that it looks clings to the oblivion of a fallen world
like a wedding cake. But, in the end, that exists in memory only, and poetry.
nothing says as much about a yacht, or
its owner, as the delicate matter of —David Lehman
L.O.A.—length over all.
The imperative is not usually length
for length’s sake (though the longtime a gap between the haves and the have- man, and eventually found his way to
owner told me that at times there is an yachts. One boating guest told me about skippering some of the world’s biggest
aspect of “phallic sizing”). “L.O.A.” is a a conversation with a famous friend yachts. He has worked for Paul Allen,
byword for grandeur. In most cases, plea- who keeps one of the world’s largest the late co-founder of Microsoft, along
sure yachts are permitted to carry no yachts. “He said, ‘The boat is the last with a few other billionaires he declines
more than twelve passengers, a rule set vestige of what real wealth can do.’ to name. Now in his early fifties, with
by the International Convention for the What he meant is, You have a chef, and patient green eyes and tufts of curly
Safety of Life at Sea, which was con- I have a chef. You have a driver, and I brown hair, O’Shannassy has had a van-
ceived after the sinking of the Titanic. have a driver. You can fly privately, and tage from which to monitor the social
But those limits do not apply to crew. I fly privately. So, the one place where traffic. “It’s all gracious, and everyone’s
“So, you might have anything between I can make clear to the world that I kiss-kiss,” he said. “But there’s a lot
twelve and fifty crew looking after those am in a different fucking category than going on in the background.”
twelve guests,” Edmiston, the broker, you is the boat.” O’Shannassy once worked for an
said. “It’s a level of service you cannot After Merrigan and I took a tour of owner who limited the number of news-
really contemplate until you’ve been for- Unbridled, he led me out to a waiting papers on board, so that he could watch
tunate enough to experience it.” tender, staffed by a crew member with his guests wait and squirm. “It was a
As yachts have grown more capa- an earpiece on a coil. The tender, Mer- mind game amongst the billionaires.
cious, and the limits on passengers have rigan said, would ferry me back to the There were six couples, and three news-
not, more and more space on board has busy main dock of the Palm Beach show. papers,” he said, adding, “They were
been devoted to staff and to novelties. We bounced across the waves under a ranking themselves constantly.” On some
The latest fashions include IMAX the- pristine sky, and pulled into the ma- boats, O’Shannassy has found himself
atres, hospital equipment that tests for rina, where my fellow-gawkers were playing host in the awkward minutes
dozens of pathogens, and ski rooms still trying to talk their way past the after guests arrive. “A lot of them are
where guests can suit up for a helicop- greeters. As I walked back into the savants, but some are very un-socially
ter trip to a mountaintop. The long- scrum, Namasté was still there, but it aware,” he said. “They need someone
time owner, who had returned the pre- looked smaller than I remembered. to be social and charming for them.”
vious day from his yacht, told me, “No Once everyone settles in, O’Shannassy
one today—except for assholes and ri- or owners and their guests, a white has learned, there is often a subtle shift,
diculous people—lives on land in what
you would call a deep and broad luxe
F boat provides a discreet market-
place for the exchange of trust, patron-
when a mogul or a politician or a pop
star starts to loosen up in ways that are
life. Yes, people have nice houses and age, and validation. To diagram the pre- rarely possible on land. “Your security
all of that, but it’s unlikely that the ratio cise workings of that trade—the customs is relaxed—they’re not on your hip,” he
of staff to them is what it is on a boat.” and anxieties, strategies and slights—I said. “You’re not worried about paparazzi.
After a moment, he added, “Boats are talked to Brendan O’Shannassy, a vet- So you’ve got all this extra space, both
the last place that I think you can get eran captain who is a curator of white- mental and physical.”
away with it.” boat lore. Raised in Western Australia, O’Shannassy has come to see big
Even among the truly rich, there is O’Shannassy joined the Navy as a young boats as a space where powerful “solar
34 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
systems” converge and combine. “It is familiar, that all have been chosen for by the British architect Lord Norman
implicit in every interaction that their a purpose.” Foster to evoke the opulent indulgence
sharing of information will benefit both For O’Shannassy, there is something of ocean liners of the interwar years,
parties; it is an obsession with billion- comforting about the status anxieties like the Queen Mary. I found a hand-
aires to do favours for each other. A of people who have everything. He re- written welcome note, on embossed
referral, an introduction, an insight— called a visit to the Italian island of Sar- club stationery, set alongside an orchid
it all matters,” he wrote in “Superyacht dinia, where his employer asked him and an assemblage of chocolate truf-
Captain,” a new memoir. A guest told for a tour of the boats nearby. Riding fles: “The whole team remains at your
O’Shannassy that, after a lavish display together on a tender, they passed one entire disposal to make your stay a
of hospitality, he finally understood the colossus after another, some twice the wonderful experience. Yours sincerely,
business case for buying a boat. “One size of the owner’s superyacht. Eventu- Service Members.” I saluted the name-
deal secured on board will pay it all ally, the man cut the excursion short. less Service Members, toiling for the
back many times over,” the guest said, “Take me back to my yacht, please,” he comfort of their guests. Looking out
“and it is pretty hard to say no after said. They motored in silence for a while. at the water, I thought, intrusively, of
your kids have been hosted so well “There was a time when my yacht was a line from Santiago, Hemingway’s old
for a week.” the most beautiful in the bay,” he said man of the sea. “Do not think about
Take the case of David Geffen, the at last. “How do I keep up with this sin,” he told himself. “It is much too
former music and film executive. He is new money?” late for that and there are people who
long retired, but he hosts friends (and are paid to do it.”
potential friends) on the four-hundred- he summer season in the Mediter- I had been assured that the Service
and-fifty-four-foot Rising Sun, which
has a double-height cinema, a spa and
T ranean cranks up in May, when the
really big hardware heads east from Flor-
Members would cheerfully bring din-
ner, as they might on board, but I was
salon, and a staff of fifty-seven. In 2017, ida and the Caribbean to escape the com- eager to see more of my surroundings.
shortly after Barack and Michelle ing hurricanes, and reconvenes along the I consulted the club’s summer dress
Obama departed the White House, coasts of France, Italy, and Spain. At the code. It called for white trousers and
they were photographed on Geffen’s center is the Principality of Monaco, the a blue blazer, and it discouraged im-
boat in French Polynesia, accompanied sun-washed tax haven that calls itself the provisation: “No pocket handkerchief
by Bruce Springsteen, Oprah Winfrey, “world’s capital of advanced yachting.” is to be worn above the top breast-
Tom Hanks, and Rita Wilson. For Gef- In Monaco, which is among the richest pocket bearing the Club’s coat of arms.”
fen, the boat keeps him connected to countries on earth, superyachts bob in The handkerchief rule seemed navi-
the upper echelons of power. There are the marina like bath toys. gable, but I did not possess white trou-
wealthier Americans, but not many of The nearest hotel room at a price sers, so I skirted the lobby and took
them have a boat so delectable that it that would not get me fired was an refuge in the bar. At a table behind
can induce both a Democratic Presi- Airbnb over the border with France. me, a man with flushed cheeks and a
dent and the workingman’s crooner to But an acquaintance put me on the British accent had a head start. “You’re
risk the aroma of hypocrisy. phone with the Yacht Club de Monaco, a shitty negotiator,” he told another
The binding effect pays dividends a members-only establishment created man, with a laugh. “Maybe sales is not
for guests, too. Once people reach a by the late monarch His Serene High- your game.” A few seats away, an Amer-
certain level of fame, they tend to con- ness Prince Rainier III, whom the Web ican woman was explaining to a for-
clude that its greatest advantage is ac- site describes as “a true visionary in every eign friend how to talk with conser-
cess. Spend a week at sea together, lin- respect.” The club occasionally rents vatives: “If they say, ‘The earth is flat,’
gering over meals, observing one another rooms—“cabins,” as they’re called—to you say, ‘Well, I’ve sailed around it, so
floundering on a paddleboard, and you visitors in town on yacht-related mat- I’m not so sure about that.’ ”
have something of value for years to ters. Claudia Batthyany, the elegant di- In the morning, I had an appoint-
come. Call to ask for an investment, an rector of special projects, showed me to ment for coffee with Gaëlle Tallarida,
introduction, an internship for a way- my cabin and later explained that the the managing director of the Monaco
ward nephew, and you’ll at least get the club does not aspire to be a hotel. “We Yacht Show, which the Daily Mail has
call returned. It’s a mutually reinforc- are an association,” she said. “Otherwise, called the “most shamelessly ostenta-
ing circle of validation: she’s here, I’m it becomes”—she gave a gentle wince— tious display of yachts in the world.”
here, we’re here. “not that exclusive.” Tallarida was not born to that milieu;
But, if you want to get invited back, Inside my cabin, I quickly came to she grew up on the French side of the
you are wise to remember your part of understand that I would never be fully border, swimming at public beaches
the bargain. If you work with movie satisfied anywhere else again. The space with a view of boats sailing from the
stars, bring fresh gossip. If you’re on was silent and aromatically upscale, marina. But she had a knack for highly
Wall Street, bring an insight or two. bathed in soft sunlight that swept organized spectacle. While getting a
Don’t make the transaction obvious, but through a wall of glass overlooking the business degree, she worked on a stu-
don’t forget why you’re there. “When I water. If I was getting a sudden rush dent theatre festival and found it thrill-
see the guest list,” O’Shannassy wrote, of the onboard experience, that was no ing. Afterward, she got a job in cor-
“I am aware, even if not all names are accident. The clubhouse was designed porate events, and in 1998 she was
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hired at the yacht show as a trainee. daddy shouting at me. I said, ‘O.K., wealthy residents of Amsterdam cre
With this year’s show five months O.K., I’m going to give you the spot.’” ated fastmoving boats to meet incom
off, Tallarida was already getting calls Securing just the right place, it must ing cargo ships before they hit port, in
about what she described as “the most be said, carries value. Back at the yacht order to check out the merchandise.
complex part of my work”: deciding club, I was on my terrace, enjoying the Soon, the Dutch owners were racing
which owners get the most desirable latest delivery by the Service Mem one another, and yachting spread across
spots in the marina. “As you can imag bers—an airy French omelette and a Europe. After a visit to Holland in 1697,
ine, they’ve got very big egos,” she said. glass of preternaturally fresh orange Peter the Great returned to Russia with
“On top of that, I’m a woman. They juice. I thought guiltily of my wife, at a zeal for pleasure craft, and he later
are sometimes arriving and saying”— home with our kids, who had sent a opened Nevsky Flot, one of the world’s
she pointed into the distance, panto text overnight alerting me to a main first yacht clubs, in St. Petersburg.
miming a decree—“ ‘O.K., I want that!’” tenance issue that she described as “a For a while, many of the biggest
Just about everyone wants his su toilet debacle.” yachts were symbols of state power. In
peryacht to be viewed from the side, so Then I was distracted by the sight 1863, the viceroy of Egypt, Isma’il Pasha,
that its full splendor is visible. Most of a man on a yacht in the marina below. ordered up a steel leviathan called El
harbors, however, have a limited num He was staring up at me. I went back Mahrousa, which was the world’s lon
ber of berths with a side view; in Mo to my brunch, but, when I looked again, gest yacht for a remarkable hundred
naco, there are only twelve, with prime there he was—a middleaged man, on and nineteen years, until the title was
spots arrayed along a concrete dike a midtier yacht, juiceless, on a greige claimed by King Fahd of Saudi Ara
across from the club. “We reserve the banquette, staring up at my perfect ter bia. In the United States, Franklin Del
dike for the biggest yachts,” Tallarida race. A surprising sensation started in ano Roosevelt received guests aboard
said. But try telling that to a man who my chest and moved outward like a the U.S.S. Potomac, which had a false
blew his fortune on a small superyacht. warm glow: the unmistakable pang smokestack containing a hidden eleva
Whenever possible, Tallarida pre of superiority. tor, so that the President could move
sents her verdicts as a matter of safety: by wheelchair between decks.
the layout must insure that “in case of hat afternoon, I made my way to But yachts were finding new pa
an emergency, any boat can go out.” If
owners insist on preferential placement,
T the bar, to meet the yacht club’s
general secretary, Bernard d’Alessandri,
trons outside politics. In 1954, the Greek
shipping baron Aristotle Onassis
she encourages a yachting version of for a history lesson. The general secre bought a Canadian Navy frigate and
the Golden Rule: “What if, next year, tary was up to code: white trousers, blue spent four million dollars turning it
I do that to you? Against you?” blazer, club crest over the heart. He has into Christina O, which served as his
Does that work? I asked. She silver hair, black eyebrows, and a tan home for months on end—and, at var
shrugged. “They say, ‘Eh.’” Some would that evokes highend leather. “I was a ious times, as a home to his compan
gladly risk being a victim next year in sailing teacher before this,” he said, and ions Maria Callas, Greta Garbo, and
order to be a victor now. In the most gestured toward the marina. “It was not Jacqueline Kennedy. Christina O had
awful moment of her career, she said, like this. It was a village.” its flourishes—a Renoir in the master
a man who was unhappy with his berth Before there were yacht clubs, there suite, a swimming pool with a mosaic
berated her face to face. “I was in the were jachten, from the Dutch word for bottom that rose to become a dance
office, feeling like a little girl, with my “hunt.” In the seventeenth century, floor—but none were more distinctive
than the appointments in the bar, which
included whales’ teeth carved into por
nographic scenes from the Odyssey and
stools upholstered in whale foreskins.
For Onassis, the extraordinary in
vestments in Christina O were part of
an epic tit for tat with his archrival,
Stavros Niarchos, a fellow shipping ty
coon, which was so entrenched that it
continued even after Onassis’s death,
in 1975. Six years later, Niarchos launched
a yacht fiftyfive feet longer than Chris
tina O: Atlantis II, which featured a
swimming pool on a gyroscope so that
the water would not slosh in heavy seas.
Atlantis II, now moored in Monaco,
sat before the general secretary and me
as we talked.
Over the years, d’Alessandri had
“Shut up and play the hits!” watched waves of new buyers arrive
from one industry after another. “First, view. The shape was ridiculed as “a resting; after the boat was completed,
it was the oil. After, it was the telecom- giant finger pointing at you” and “one Øino had no shortage of commissions.
munications. Now, they are making of the most hideous vessels ever to sail,” In 1998, he was approached by Paul
money with crypto,” he said. “And, each but it marked a new prominence for Allen, of Microsoft, to build a yacht
time, it’s another size of the boat, an- Russian money at sea. Today, post- that opened the way for the Goliaths
other design.” What began as symbols Soviet élites are thought to own a fifth that followed. The result, called Oc-
of state power had come to represent of the world’s gigayachts. topus, was so large that it contained
more diffuse aristocracies—the fortunes Even Putin has signalled his appre- a submarine marina in its belly, as
built on carbon, capital, and data that ciation, being photographed on yachts well as a helicopter hangar that could
migrated across borders. As early as in the Black Sea resort of Sochi. In an be converted into an outdoor perfor-
1908, the English writer G. K. Chester- explosive report in 2012, mance space. Mick Jagger
ton wondered what the big boats fore- Boris Nemtsov, a former and Bono played on occa-
told of a nation’s fabric. “The poor man Deputy Prime Minister, sion. I asked Øino why
really has a stake in the country,” he accused Putin of amassing owners obsessed with se-
wrote. “The rich man hasn’t; he can go a storehouse of outrageous crecy seem determined to
away to New Guinea in a yacht.” luxuries, including four build the world’s most
Each iteration of fortune left its im- yachts, twenty homes, and conspicuous machines. He
print on the industry. Sheikhs, who dozens of private aircraft. compared it to a luxury car
tend to cruise in the world’s hottest Less than three years later, with tinted windows. “Peo-
places, wanted baroque indoor spaces Nemtsov was fatally shot ple can’t see you, but you’re
and were uninterested in sundecks. Sil- while crossing a bridge near still in that expensive, im-
icon Valley favored acres of beige, more the Kremlin. The Russian pressive thing,” he said.
Sonoma than Saudi. And buyers from government, which officially reports “We all need to feel that we’re impor-
Eastern Europe became so abundant that Putin collects a salary of about a tant in one way or another.”
that shipyards perfected the onboard hundred and forty thousand dollars In recent months, Øino has seen
banya, a traditional Russian sauna and possesses a modest apartment in some of his creations detained by gov-
stocked with birch and eucalyptus. The Moscow, denied any involvement. ernments in the sanctions campaign.
collapse of the Soviet Union, in 1991, When we spoke, he condemned the
had minted a generation of new bil- any of the largest, most flam- news coverage. “Yacht equals Russian
lionaires, whose approach to money in-
spired a popular Russian joke: One oli-
M boyant gigayachts are designed
in Monaco, at a sleek waterfront stu-
equals evil equals money,” he said dis-
dainfully. “It’s a bit tragic, because the
garch brags to another, “Look at this dio occupied by the naval architect yachts have become synonymous with
new tie. It cost me two hundred bucks!” Espen Øino. At sixty, Øino has a boy- the bad guys in a James Bond movie.”
To which the other replies, “You moron. ish mop and the mild countenance of What about Scheherazade, the giant
You could’ve bought the same one for a country parson. He grew up in a yacht that U.S. officials have alleged
a thousand!” small town in Norway, the heir to a is held by a Russian businessman for
In 1998, around the time that the humble maritime tradition. “My fore- Putin’s use? Øino, who designed the
Russian economy imploded, the young fathers built wooden rowing boats for ship, rejected the idea. “We have de-
tycoon Roman Abramovich reportedly four generations,” he told me. In the signed two yachts for heads of state,
bought a secondhand yacht called Sus- late eighties, he was designing sail- and I can tell you that they’re com-
surro—Italian for “whisper”—which boats when his firm won a commis- pletely different, in terms of the lay-
had been so carefully engineered for sion to design a megayacht for Emilio out and everything, from Schehe-
speed that each individual screw was Azcárraga, the autocratic Mexican who razade.” He meant that the details said
weighed before installation. Soon, Rus- built Televisa into the world’s largest plutocrat, not autocrat.
sians were competing to own the cost- Spanish-language broadcaster. Azcár- For the time being, Scheherazade
liest ships. “If the most expensive yacht raga was nicknamed El Tigre, for his and other Øino creations under deten-
in the world was small, they would still streak of white hair and his comfort tion across Europe have entered a
want it,” Maria Pevchikh, a Russian with confrontation; he kept a chair in strange legal purgatory. As lawyers for
investigator who helps lead the Anti- his office that was unusually high off the owners battle to keep the ships from
Corruption Foundation, told me. the ground, so that visitors’ feet dan- being permanently confiscated, local
In 2008, a thirty-six-year-old indus- gled like children’s. governments are duty-bound to main-
trialist named Andrey Melnichenko In early meetings, Øino recalled, tain them until a resolution is reached.
spent some three hundred million dol- Azcárraga grew frustrated that the In a comment recorded by a hot mike
lars on Motor Yacht A, a radical ex- ideas were not dazzling enough. “You in June, Jake Sullivan, the U.S. national-
periment conceived by the French must understand,” he said. “I don’t security adviser, marvelled that “people
designer Philippe Starck, with a dag- go to port very often with my boats, are basically being paid to maintain
ger-shaped hull and a bulbous tower but, when I do, I want my presence Russian superyachts on behalf of the
topped by a master bedroom set on a to be felt.” United States government.” (It usually
turntable that pivots to capture the best The final design was suitably ar- costs about ten per cent of a yacht’s
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 37
construction price to keep it afloat each sideboard, blond wood panelling on the gineering. Staluppi, born in Brooklyn,
year. In May, officials in Fiji complained walls. It was convincing enough that I was an auto mechanic who had no ex-
that a detained yacht was costing them collided with a real-life desk. perience with the sea until his boss
more than a hundred and seventy-one After we finished with the headset, asked him to soup up a boat. “I took
thousand dollars a day.) it was time to pick the décor. The in- the six-cylinder engines out and put
Stranger still are the Russian yachts dustry encourages an introspective eval- V-8 engines in,” he recalled. Once he
on the lam. Among them is Melnichen- uation: What do you want your yacht started commissioning boats of his own,
ko’s much maligned Motor Yacht A. to say about you? I was handed a vi- he built scale models to conduct tests
On March 9th, Melnichenko was sanc- brant selection of wood, marble, leather, in water tanks. “I knew I could never
tioned by the European Union, and al- and carpet. The choices felt suddenly have the biggest boat in the world, so
though he denied having close ties to grave. Was I cut out for the chiselled I says, ‘You know what? I want to build
Russia’s leadership, Italy seized one of look of Cream Vesuvio, or should I ac- the fastest yacht in the world.’ The Aga
his yachts—a six-hundred-million-dol- cept that I’m a gray Cardoso Stone? Khan had the fastest yacht, and we just
lar sailboat. But Motor Yacht A slipped For carpets, I liked the idea of Chablis blew right by him.”
away before anyone could grab it. Then Corn White—Paris and the prairie, In Italy, after decking out my no-
the boat turned off the transponder re- together at last. But, for extra seating, tional yacht, I headed south along the
quired by international maritime rules, was it worth splurging for the V.I.P. coast, to Tuscan shipyards that have
so that its location could no longer be Vanity Pouf ? evolved with each turn in the country’s
tracked. The last ping was somewhere Some designs revolve around a sin- history. Close to the Carrara quarries,
near the Maldives, before it went dark gle piece of art. The most expensive which yielded the marble that Michel-
on the high seas. painting ever sold, Leonardo da Vin- angelo turned into David, ships were
ci’s “Salvator Mundi,” reportedly was constructed in the nineteenth century,
he very largest yachts come from hung on the Saudi crown prince Mo- to transport giant blocks of stone. Down
T Dutch and German shipyards,
which have experience in naval vessels,
hammed bin Salman’s four-hundred-
and-thirty-nine-foot yacht Serene, after
the coast, the yards in Livorno made
warships under the Fascists, until they
known as “gray boats.” But the major- the Louvre rejected a Saudi demand were bombed by the Allies. Later, they
ity of superyachts are built in Italy, that it hang next to the “Mona Lisa.” began making and refitting luxury
partly because owners prefer to visit Art conservators blanched at the risks yachts. Inside the front gate of a Ben-
the Mediterranean during construc- that excess humidity and fluctuating etti shipyard in Livorno, a set of mod-
tion. (A British designer advises those temperatures could pose to a five-hun- els depicted the firm’s famous modern
who are weighing their choices to take dred-year-old painting. Often, collec- creations. Most notable was the mega-
the geography seriously, “unless you tors who want to display masterpieces yacht Nabila, built in 1980 for the high-
like schnitzel.”) at sea commission replicas. living arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi,
In the past twenty-two years, no- If you’ve just put half a billion dol- with a hundred rooms and a disco that
body has built more superyachts than lars into a boat, you may have qualms was the site of legendary decadence.
the Vitellis, an Italian family whose about the truism that material things (Khashoggi’s budget for prostitution
patriarch, Paolo Vitelli, got his start in bring less happiness than experiences was so extravagant that a French pros-
the seventies, manufacturing smaller do. But this, too, can be finessed. An- ecutor later estimated he paid at least
boats near a lake in the mountains. By drew Grant Super, a co-founder of the half a million dollars to a single madam
1985, their company, Azimut, had grown “experiential yachting” firm Berkeley in a single year.)
large enough to buy the Benetti ship- Rand, told me that he served a uniquely In 1987, shortly before Khashoggi
yards, which had been building enor- overstimulated clientele: “We call them was indicted for mail fraud and ob-
mous yachts since the nineteenth cen- the bored billionaires.” He outlined a struction of justice (he was eventually
tury. Today, the combined company few of his experience products. “We can acquitted), the yacht was sold to the
builds its largest boats near the sea, but plot half of the Pacific Ocean with coör- real-estate developer Donald Trump,
the family still works in the hill town dinates, to map out the Battle of Mid- who renamed it Trump Princess. Trump
of Avigliana, where a medieval mon- way,” he said. “We re-create the full- was never comfortable on a boat—
astery towers above a valley. When I blown battles of the giant ships from “Couldn’t get off fast enough,” he once
visited in April, Giovanna Vitelli, the America and Japan. The kids have hap- said—but he liked to impress people
vice-president and the founder’s daugh- tic guns and haptic vests. We put the with his yacht’s splendor. In 1991, while
ter, led me through the experience of smell of cordite and cannon fire on board, three billion dollars in debt, Trump
customizing a yacht. pumping around them.” For those who ceded the vessel to creditors. Later in
“We’re using more and more virtual aren’t soothed by the scent of cordite, life, though, he discovered enthusias-
reality,” she said, and a staffer fitted me Super offered an alternative. “We fly tic support among what he called “our
with a headset. When the screen blinked 3-D-printed, architectural freestanding beautiful boaters,” and he came to see
on, I was inside a 3-D mockup of a restaurants into the middle of the Mal- quality watercraft as a mark of virtue—a
yacht that is not yet on the market. I dives, on a sand shelf that can only last way of beating the so-called élite. “We
wandered around my suite for a while, another eight hours before it disappears.” got better houses, apartments, we got
checking out swivel chairs, a modish For some, the thrill lies in the en- nicer boats, we’re smarter than they
38 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
are,” he told a crowd in Fargo, North A recent feature in Boat International, number and code name. “We are not in
Dakota. “Let’s call ourselves, from now a glossy trade magazine, noted that the the business for the glory,” Peter Lürs-
on, the super-élite.” new hundred-and-twenty-five-million- sen, the C.E.O., told a reporter. The clos-
dollar megayacht Victorious has four est thing to an encyclopedia of yacht
n the age of oversharing, yachts are generators and “six months’ autonomy” ownership is a site called SuperYacht-
I a final sanctum of secrecy, even for
some of the world’s most inveterate
at sea. The builder, Vural Ak, explained,
“In case of emergency, god forbid, you
Fan, run by a longtime researcher who
identifies himself only as Peter, with a
talkers. Oprah, after returning from her can live in open water without going disclaimer that he relies partly on “ru-
sojourn with the Obamas, rebuffed ques- to shore and keep your food stored, mors” but makes efforts to confirm them.
tions from reporters. “What happens make your water from the sea.” In an e-mail, he told me that he studies
on the boat stays on the boat,” she said. Much of the time, superyachts dwell shell companies, navigation routes, pa-
“We talked, and everybody else did a beyond the reach of ordinary law en- parazzi photos, and local media in vari-
lot of paddleboarding.” forcement. They cruise in international ous languages to maintain a database
I interviewed six American super- waters, and, when they dock, local cops with more than thirteen hundred sup-
yacht owners at length, and almost all tend to give them a wide berth; the posed owners. Some ask him to remove
insisted on anonymity or held forth boats often have private security, and their names, but he thinks that members
with stupefying blandness. “Great fam- their owners may well be friends with of that economic echelon should regard
ily time,” one said. Another confessed, the Prime Minister. According to leaked the attention as a “fact of life.”
“It’s really hard to talk about it with- documents known as the Paradise Pa- To work in the industry, staff must
out being ridiculed.” None needed to pers, handlers proposed that the Saudi adhere to the culture of secrecy, often
be reminded of David Geffen’s misad- crown prince take delivery of a four- enforced by N.D.A.s. On one yacht,
venture during the early weeks of the hundred-and-twenty-million-dollar O’Shannassy, the captain, learned to
pandemic, when he Instagrammed a yacht in “international waters in the communicate in code with the helicop-
photo of his yacht in the Grenadines western Mediterranean,” where the sale ter pilot who regularly flew the owner
and posted that he was “avoiding the could avoid taxes. from Switzerland to the Mediterra-
virus” and “hoping everybody is stay- Builders and designers rarely adver- nean. Before takeoff, the pilot would
ing safe.” It drew thousands of responses, tise beyond the trade press, and they call with a cryptic report on whether
many marked #EatTheRich, others scrupulously avoid leaks. At Lürssen, a the party included the presence of a
summoning a range of nautical men- German shipbuilding firm, projects are Pomeranian. If any guest happened to
aces: “At least the pirates have his lo- described internally strictly by reference overhear, their cover story was that a
cation now.”
The yachts extend a tradition of se-
clusion as the ultimate luxury. The
Medici, in sixteenth-century Florence,
built elevated passageways, or corridoi,
high over the city to escape what a
scholar called the “clash of classes, the
randomness, the smells and confusions”
of pedestrian life below. More recently,
owners of prized town houses in Lon-
don have headed in the other direction,
building three-story basements so vast
that their construction can require min-
ing engineers—a trend that research-
ers in the United Kingdom named “lux-
ified troglodytism.”
Water conveys a particular auton-
omy, whether it’s ringing the foot of a
castle or separating a private island from
the mainland. Peter Thiel, the billion-
aire venture capitalist, gave startup fund-
ing to the Seasteading Institute, a non-
profit group co-founded by Milton
Friedman’s grandson, which seeks to
create floating mini-states—an endeavor
that Thiel considered part of his liber-
tarian project to “escape from politics
in all its forms.” Until that fantasy is “It’s summer! We should be at the beach
realized, a white boat can provide a start. dreaming about air-conditioning.”
among the network’s top-rated shows
for nearly a decade.
To stay in the business, captains and
crew must absorb varying degrees of
petty tyranny. An owner once gave
O’Shannassy “a verbal beating” for fail-
ing to negotiate a lower price on cham-
pagne f lutes etched with the yacht’s
logo. In such moments, the captain
responds with a deferential mantra:
“There is no excuse. Your instruction
was clear. I can only endeavor to make
it better for next time.”
The job comes with perilously lit-
tle protection. A big yacht is effectively
a corporation with a rigid hierarchy
and no H.R. department. In recent
years, the industry has fielded increas-
ingly outspoken complaints about sex-
ual abuse, toxic impunity, and a disre-
gard for mental health. A 2018 survey
by the International Seafarers’ Welfare
and Assistance Network found that
more than half of the women who
work as yacht crew had experienced
• • harassment, discrimination, or bully-
ing on board. More than four-fifths
of the men and women surveyed re-
customs declaration required details boat, the “interior team” operates at a ported low morale.
about pets. In fact, the lapdog was a forensic level of detail: they’ll use Q-tips Karine Rayson worked on yachts for
constant companion of the owner’s wife; to polish the rim of your toilet, twee- four years, rising to the position of “chief
if the Pomeranian was in the helicop- zers to lift your fried-chicken crumbs stew,” or stewardess. Eventually, she
ter, so was she. “If no dog was in the from the teak, a toothbrush to clean found herself “thinking of business ideas
helicopter,” O’Shannassy recalled, the the treads of your staircase. while vacuuming,” and tiring of the
owner was bringing “somebody else.” Many are English-speaking twen- culture of entitlement. She recalled an
It was the captain’s duty to rebroadcast tysomethings, who find work by doing episode in the Maldives when “a guest
the news across the yacht’s internal the “dock walk,” passing out résumés took a Jet Ski and smashed into a ma-
radio: “Helicopter launched, no dog, I at marinas. The deals can be alluring: rine reserve. That damaged the coral,
repeat no dog today”—the signal for thirty-five hundred dollars a month for and broke his Jet Ski, so he had to clam-
the crew to ready the main cabin for deckhands; fifty thousand dollars in ber over the rocks and find his way to
the mistress, instead of the wife. They tips for a decent summer in the Med. the shore. It was a private hotel, and
swapped out dresses, family photos, For captains, the size of the boat mat- the security got him and said, ‘Look,
bathroom supplies, favored drinks in ters—they tend to earn about a thou- there’s a large fine, you have to pay.’ He
the fridge. On one occasion, the code sand dollars per foot per year. said, ‘Don’t worry, the boat will pay for
got garbled, and the helicopter landed Yachties are an attractive lot, a com- it.’ ” Rayson went back to school and
with an unanticipated Pomeranian. Af- munity of the toned and chipper, which became a psychotherapist. After a pe-
terward, the owner summoned O’Shan- does not happen by chance; their ré- riod of counselling inmates in maxi-
nassy and said, “Brendan, I hope you sumés circulate with head shots. Be- mum-security prisons, she now works
never have such a situation, but if you fore Andy Cohen was a talk-show with yacht crew, who meet with her
do I recommend making sure the cor- host, he was the head of production online from around the world.
rect dresses are hanging when your wife and development at Bravo, where he Rayson’s clients report a range of
comes into your room.” green-lighted a reality show about a scenarios beyond the boundaries of or-
yacht crew: “It’s a total pressure cooker, dinary employment: guests who did so
n the hierarchy on board a yacht, the and they’re actually living together much cocaine that they had no appe-
I most delicate duties tend to trickle
down to the least powerful. Yacht
while they’re working. Oh, and by the
way, half of them are having sex with
tite for a chef ’s meals; armed men who
raided a boat offshore and threatened
crew—yachties, as they’re known— each other. What’s not going to be a to take crew members to another coun-
trade manual labor and obedience for hit about that?” The result, the glee- try; owners who vowed that if a young
cash and adventure. On a well-staffed fully seamy “Below Deck,” has been stew told anyone about abuse she suf-
40 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
fered on board they’d call in the Mafia a fifth of the world’s superyachts, a to break on Zaca, a schooner that be-
and “skin me alive.” Bound by N.D.A.s, family of first-time owners from Tel longed to Errol Flynn. In the years that
crew at sea have little recourse.“We Aviv made the final, fraught prepara- followed, the crew mutinied and the
were paranoid that our e-mails were tions. Down by the docks, their new boat sank; after being re-floated, it be-
being reviewed, or we were getting boat was suspended above the water came the setting for Flynn’s descent
bugged,” Rayson said. on slings, ready to be lowered for its into cocaine, alcohol, orgies, and drug
She runs an “exit strategy” course to official launch. The scene was set for a smuggling. When Flynn died, new
help crew find jobs when they’re back ceremony: white flags in the wind, a owners brought in an archdeacon for
on land. The adjustment isn’t easy, she plexiglass lectern. It felt like the ob- an onboard exorcism.
said: “You’re getting paid good money verse of the dockside scrum at the Palm In the present case, the bottle broke
to clean a toilet. So, when you take your Beach show; by this point in the buy- on the second hit, and confetti rained
C.V. to land-based employers, they ing process, nobody was getting vetted down. As the family crowded around
might question your skill set.” Despite through binoculars. Waitresses handed their yacht for photos, I asked Valle,
the stresses of yachting work, Rayson out glasses of wine. The yacht venders the C.E.O., about the shortage of new
said, “a lot of them struggle with inte- were in suits, but the new owners were boats. “Twenty-six years I’ve been in
gration into land-based life, because in upscale Euro casual: untucked linen, the nautical business—never been like
they have all their bills paid for them, tight jeans, twelve-hundred-dollar this,” he said. He couldn’t hire enough
so they don’t pay for food. They don’t Prada sneakers. The family declined to welders and carpenters. “I don’t know
pay for rent. It’s a huge shock.” speak to me (and the company declined for how long it will last, but we’ll try
to identify them). They had come ask- to get the profits right now.”
t doesn’t take long at sea to learn that ing for a smaller boat, but the sales staff Whatever comes, the white-boat
I nothing is too rich to rust. The ocean
air tarnishes metal ten times as fast as
had talked them up to a hundred and
eleven feet. The Victorians would have
world is preparing to insure future prof-
its, too. In recent years, big builders and
on land; saltwater infiltrates from below. been impressed. brokers have sponsored a rebranding
Left untouched, a single corroding ul- The C.E.O. of Azimut Benetti, campaign dedicated to “improving the
cer will puncture tanks, seize a motor, Marco Valle, was in a buoyant mood. perception of superyachting.” (Among
even collapse a hull. There are tricks, “Sun. Breeze. Perfect day to launch a its recommendations: fewer ads with
of course—shield sensitive parts with boat, right?” he told the owners. He ap- girls in bikinis and high heels.) The
resin, have your staff buff away blem- plauded them for taking the “first step goal is partly to defuse #EatTheRich,
ishes—but you can insulate a machine up the big staircase.” The selling of the but mostly it is to soothe skittish buy-
from its surroundings for only so long. next vessel had already begun. ers. Even the dramatic increase in yacht
Hang around the superyacht world Hanging aloft, their yacht looked ownership has not kept up with fore-
for a while and you see the metaphor like an artifact in the making; it was casts of the global growth in billion-
everywhere. Four months after Putin’s easy to imagine a future civilization aires—a disparity that represents the
invasion of Ukraine, the war had eaten sifting the sediment and discovering “one dark cloud we can see on the hori-
a hole in his myths of competence. The that an earlier society had engaged in zon,” as Øino, the naval architect, said
Western campaign to isolate him and a building spree of sumptuous arks, with during an industry talk in Norway. He
his oligarchs was proving more dura- warned his colleagues that they needed
ble than most had predicted. Even if to reach those “potential yacht owners
the seizures of yachts were mired in who, for some reason, have decided not
legal disputes, Finley, the former C.I.A. to step up to the plate.”
officer, saw them as a vital “pressure But, to a certain kind of yacht buyer,
point.” She said, “The oligarchs sup- even aggressive scrutiny can feel like
ported Putin because he provided sta- an advertisement—a reminder that,
ble authoritarianism, and he can no with enough access and cash, you can
longer guarantee that stability. And ride out almost any storm. In April,
that’s when you start to have cracks.” weeks after the fugitive Motor Yacht
For all its profits from Russian cli- accommodations for dozens of servants A went silent, it was rediscovered in
ents, the yachting industry was unsen- but only a few lucky passengers, plus physical form, buffed to a shine and
timental. Brokers stripped photos of the occasional Pomeranian. moored along a creek in the United
Russian yachts from their Web sites; We approached the hull, where a Arab Emirates. The owner, Mel-
Lürssen, the German builder, sent ques- bottle of spumante hung from a rib- nichenko, had been sanctioned by the
tionnaires to clients asking who, ex- bon in Italian colors. Two members of E.U., Switzerland, Australia, and the
actly, they were. Business was roaring, the family pulled back the bottle and U.K. Yet the Emirates had rejected re-
and, if some Russians were cast out of slung it against the yacht. It bounced quests to join those sanctions and had
the have-yachts, other buyers would off and failed to shatter. “Oh, that’s bad become a favored wartime haven for
replace them. luck,” a woman murmured beside me. Russian money. Motor Yacht A was
On a cloudless morning in Viareg- Tales of that unhappy omen abound. once again arrayed in almost plain sight,
gio, a Tuscan town that builds almost In one memorable case, the bottle failed like semaphore flags in the wind.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 41
LETTER FROM LUSANGA
FERTILE GROUND
Can an artists’ collective repair a colonial legacy?
BY ALICE GREGORY
n January, 2020, two young men from grip,” he described the C.A.T.P.C.’s sly,
an opera house in the Amazon. Though seum was funded by the fucking com- of its palm-oil plantations. Generators
the Nigerian curator Azu Nwagbogu pany,” he told me recently, sounding a and satellites were brought in, and the
said that “Enjoy Poverty” was “the bit like someone in a horror movie. The I.H.A. refurbished an abandoned store
‘Guernica’ of our time,” others consid- call, he seemed to be saying, was com- to use for workshops. They paid plan-
ered it unethical and cynical. One critic ing from inside the house. tation workers to build bamboo huts
deemed it a human-rights violation; Martens’s anxiety about the civic for visitors: academics, artists, and
another said that it was the kind of utility of his work grew acute. Why did trauma therapists. They hosted a con-
work that made him want to leave the the intellectual and economic benefits ference, complete with tote bags and a
art world. Many thought that the film of even the most sophisticated social Skype call from the urbanist Richard
merely recapitulated what it sought critique accrue only in wealthy cities Florida, and, later, art workshops. “The
to incriminate. with robust arts programming? What atmosphere was innocent and friendly,”
“I agree with them,” Martens told about the places where not just miner- René Ngongo, the environmentalist,
me. “It does do that, but that wasn’t an als are extracted but—for so many who became the president of the
accident.” Martens—“an approval-seek- liberal Western media consumers— C.A.T.P.C., recalled. “I believe we started
ing provocateur,” as one curator put it meaning itself ? These concerns came becoming popular, which led to our mis-
to me—said that, though he stood be- to undergird the Institute of Human fortune later on.” As seen in Martens’s
hind the piece, he would never want to Activities (I.H.A.), an organization most recent film, “White Cube,” which
make such a film today, or ever again: founded in 2012 at Martens’s behest, was released in 2020, an apparent dis-
“It was a horrible role for me, person- whose mission is “to prove that artis- pute with Feronia resulted in the proj-
ally, to incarnate extractive capitalism tic critique on economic inequality can ect’s forced departure from the area.
and be the fall guy for it.” redress it—not symbolically, but in ma- Onscreen, Martens bursts into tears.
terial terms.” In a career that had pre- Operations were relocated south, to
n 2010, Martens was invited to pre- viously rested on constant and deliber- Lusanga, where the I.H.A. rented an
I sent “Enjoy Poverty” at Tate Mod-
ern, in London. Many of the film’s most
ate self-centering, it was a corrective
attempt at self-erasure.
empty field, erected a thatched struc-
ture, and sent out an open call for par-
brutal scenes were shot on plantations He returned to the D.R.C. and, with ticipants in an art workshop, promis-
like those once owned by Unilever, members of the I.H.A., formed ties ing money for lunch—five thousand
whose logo, Martens remembers, was with Feronia, a Canadian agribusiness, Congolese francs (roughly three dol-
all over the galleries’ walls. “The mu- which allowed them to set up near one lars and fifty cents, close to what peo-
46 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
ple made each week from farming). one challenge was “to set up a context and subsequent party. Since then, the
Three artists (one from France, two in which people were not afraid to ques- museum has, among other things, hosted
from the D.R.C.) were brought on to tion the project.” The colonial past, she a residency for the Congolese-Belgian
run the workshop sessions. In the course added, is still very present. “You don’t rapper Baloji and served as the site of
of a few days, close to a hundred peo- talk about the master. We were con- a monumental installation by the Gha-
ple showed up, but only eleven remained. stantly trying to deconstruct that fear.” naian artist Ibrahim Mahama. (Ma-
“Many people weren’t technically very With Martens acting as its unpaid hama has also showed at the blue-chip
good at the beginning,” Eléonore Hel- agent, the C.A.T.P.C. began showing gallery White Cube, which has multi-
lio, one of the artists running the work- abroad. (His name does not appear in ple locations and which is unrelated.)
shop, told me. “But they were clearly much of the publicity material that When questioned about the logic of
the ones who wanted the free time to accompanies exhibitions.) When a gal- the White Cube’s modernist design—
think and create.” lery sells a sculpture, it takes a commis- why couldn’t it have been built in a more
Hellio, who is white, taught at an sion of fifty per cent, the industry stan- vernacular style?—Martens appeals to
art school in Strasbourg before mov- dard; of the remaining money, half is history: it is not bamboo huts that plan-
ing to Kinshasa, in 2012. She compared divided between the artist responsible tation labor has financed so much as
the workshops that sprang from the for the sculpture and the other mem- monumental cultural institutions that
initial one to Gestalt therapy. They were bers, and the rest is earmarked for col- look, so often, like this one.
“intense,” she said. For many, “it was lective land acquisition. The process is The C.A.T.P.C.’s exhibition in
the first time in their lives they didn’t a complex one, facilitated in large part Queens opened in 2017. Though a crit-
have to spend the day really fighting— by Ngongo. Colonial legal systems put ical success, the show disquieted many
to find money, to feed children, to go in place more than a century ago con- viewers. Ruba Katrib, its curator, attri-
to the hospital.” tinue to affect people’s lives, enabling butes the uneasiness surrounding the
It was Martens who suggested that foreign companies and Congolese élites C.A.T.P.C. to a suspicion that the mem-
the members of the C.A.T.P.C. make to access land and resources in the bers “are being misled, or that their sen-
sculptures that would then be repro- D.R.C. to the detriment of ordinary timents are somehow inauthentic be-
duced in chocolate—a luxury good people. As a result, the I.H.A. purchases cause they aren’t a hundred per cent
wrought from local toil. As they molded the land, then immediately transfers it self-generated.” These apprehensions,
and scored and slipped, Hellio remem- to the C.A.T.P.C. Ngongo, who told Katrib believes, reveal “highly problem-
bers, discussion often turned to Mar- me that the environmental component atic expectations around a state of in-
tens himself, who visited regularly with of the collective’s endeavor was a con- nocence for the poor and assumed global
a cameraperson to film “White Cube.” dition of his participation, has optimis- fluency for the rich.” Tamasala thinks
“We needed to explain what Renzo was tic visions for the area: a carbon sink that part of the problem is that people
doing—and also question it,” she said. that will one day operate as an “eco- can’t imagine that plantation workers
“It doesn’t mean that everyone under- logic village,” where agroforestry tech- could become artists.
stood at the same level. Some people niques and renewable-energy strategies
have never even been outside of their could be demonstrated for a curious y attempts to travel to the D.R.C.
village. A lot of art vocabulary doesn’t
exist in Congo.” Hellio recalled spend-
public. “Why not make it a touristic
site?” he said.
M were thwarted for many months.
First, there was an Ebola outbreak, and
ing “hours” as a group trying to find In 2015, a year after the first tract of then a volcano erupted, followed three
translations of the word “concept.” The land was purchased, a friend of Mar- days later by an earthquake. Flights were
I.H.A. initiated a “critical curriculum,” tens’s introduced him to a managing suspended; it took forever to secure a
which included group discussions, art- partner at the architecture firm OMA, visa. Finally, in February, I flew to Kin-
history lectures, and screenings of video co-founded by the Pritzker Architec- shasa. People there laughed when I told
work by such artists as John Baldessari, ture Prize winner Rem Koolhaas, which them that the drive to Lusanga was sup-
Martha Rosler, and Bruce Nauman. is responsible for many of the flashiest posed to take eight hours. In the end,
“We felt like we were being instru- museum redesigns of the past half cen- it took fourteen. Martens and I sat in
mentalized, since he had this camera tury. A year later, OMA sent a project the back seat; a local translator with po-
on us all the time, and we didn’t know manager to Lusanga to survey the land, litical aspirations rode shotgun. There
how he would use the images,” recalled choose a site, and take measurements. were spurious traffic violations to ne-
Hellio, who understood, of course, that With some three hundred thousand gotiate, World Food Programme trucks
she was not quite in the same position dollars from a Dutch foundation, a team to slow for, person-deep potholes to
as the other artists. There was worry at of Congolese architects and engineers navigate around, wandering livestock
the time, she went on, that all of them was hired. Ground was broken in 2016; to avoid. Our Land Cruiser was not
were “just characters on a set that served the country’s tourism minister laid the without its issues. At one point, an of-
a discourse.” Sometimes, art-making first stone. The next year, the White ficer pulled us over for an obscure of-
would stop, to allow for discussion; ar- Cube—not yet fully finished—opened fense and asked where we were headed.
guments about how the C.A.T.P.C. with what was called, in a press release, “Lusanga,” Martens said. “Ah,” the of-
members were or were not being ex- a “festive and solemn inauguration.”Two ficer replied. “Leverville.”
ploited were frequent. Hellio said that thousand people attended the ceremony Vegetation grew denser, and veldt
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became forest. By the time we arrived then, Kilembi’s sister (and Cedart Tama- a handful of C.A.T.P.C. members who
on the outskirts of the village, it had sala’s wife) Irene Kanga appeared. I was felt that their voices were often side-
been dark for hours. A figure ran in told that she had spent the first part of lined. One, a woman who named her
front of the car. We stopped, and he the day transporting manioc to a nearby youngest son Renzo—a customary
stood frozen in the headlights. It was mill. Kanga, the artist behind one of honor that comes with implied respon-
Mathieu Kasiama. He wore rubber san- the most striking C.A.T.P.C. works to sibilities—complained about not get-
dals and carried a handwoven bag. He date—a depiction of sexual assault that ting to travel to the exhibitions. (Later,
insisted on helping us navigate two rav- she calls autobiographical—listened to after I had left Congo, the woman
aged bridges, and, for the next forty-five the conversation for a moment. “You helped this magazine contact some of
minutes, he walked backward in front need to go deep,” she said. “It needs to her colleagues, for which she was paid
of the car, making alternately encour- be completely yours.” a small fee.) Another, whose drafts-
aging and panicked hand gestures in By the time I arrived, the sculptures manship has improved so much since
the manner of a person helping a driver had been scanned and the files sent to he joined the C.A.T.P.C. that his fam-
to parallel park in a tight spot. Amsterdam. Soon, the chocolate ver- ily now suspects him of having super-
The terrain revealed itself in the sions would be cast. Once they were natural abilities, told me he was disap-
morning light: lush shrubbery, a hand- sold, the profits would be wired to Kik- pointed that his prospective sculpture
ful of ancestral homes made of mud, a wit, a small city down the river that was of a snake eating a man had been
few brick dwellings built by Unilever. the site of an Ebola outbreak in 1995. deemed cliché. The project’s promi-
Atop a modest elevation, the White Kasiama would drive a motorbike some nence—and the physical novelty of the
Cube loomed, not unlike a church. A twenty miles to the bank, where he White Cube—has brought a new kind
two-story open-air workshop stood on would withdraw the cash and place it of attention to the area. Among the
the near bank of the Kwenge River, gray in a locked metal box. He prays to his people who visited while I was there
and sluggish. Inside, elevated on wooden ancestors and to a prophet for help in were a historian of Ebola and a man
pallets and shrouded in damp rags, were carrying out these missions, for which who said he was an agent of the D.R.C.’s
the clay sculptures. Expressive and eerie, he dresses simply and returns home intelligence agency.
with an obscure sense of suffering, they without delay. The introduction of new frictions
seemed to be looking at one another With money brought in by the proj- makes it tempting to blame Martens
and reacting—wide eyes, grimaces, tor- ect, people eat more, and better. Houses for sowing discord that did not exist
tured positions. Each had been created have been repaired. The White Cube before. But in mounting an art project
by a member of the collective and then itself has created jobs: it needs to be that appears to masquerade as devel-
critiqued by the others in a process they maintained and guarded. When peo- opment work—or is it development
refer to as kinzonzi, which roughly trans- ple visit for events, they must be fed work that masquerades as art?—Mar-
lates as “family meeting.”The group de- and housed, and sometimes they con- tens both compels criticism and inoc-
cides whether a sculpture is good enough tribute money to the collective in re- ulates himself against it.
to be made at a larger scale before scan- turn. There is a new school nearby, The questions to be asked of the
ning. The clay from sculptures that are which teaches children an arts curric- project are the same ones so often posed
deemed unworthy, for either aesthetic ulum as well as traditional fishing and to the Western governments and cor-
or conceptual reasons, gets reused. porations it seeks to criticize: Are Mar-
Among the works on display were tens’s interventions effective? Sustain-
a horned creature choking on a man able? Will they create dependency?
who symbolized greed, a bearlike mon- How will he withdraw, and when, and
ster standing in a pool of small fish what will happen once he’s gone? Mar-
meant to signify his financial debts, and tens has no imminent exit strategy. Au-
a female plantation worker buckling tonomy, he believes, is an unrealistic
under the weight of the palm nuts she goal. “Nothing is independent of any-
carried. Two artists, Philomene Lem- thing else,” he said at a screening of
busa and Huguette Kilembi, were dunk- “White Cube” last year in New York,
ing scraps of cloth in water and ten- building techniques. Ngongo dreams pointing out his clothing and cell phone
derly daubing them on a large sculpture that one day the collective might pro- and computer, none of which could be
whose creator described it as being duce and sell its own branded fruit juice made without the work of unknown
“about a man sucking the intelligence and soap. people living very far away.
out of a woman.” Discussing the selec- Kasiama and Tamasala are the most
tion process, Lembusa said that not vocal members of the C.A.T.P.C. They he C.A.T.P.C. office occupies a
having a sculpture chosen can be bit-
terly disappointing. Each one, she said,
are the ones who travel the most, the
ones who most often speak to journal-
T small room that smells, alarmingly,
of both cigarette smoke and gasoline.
takes “so much energy and heart and ists. They are the ones to whom Mar- There is a cluttered desk and a shelf
good will.” Kilembi added that, to be tens defers when asked questions about that holds oil cannisters and the locked
chosen and scanned, a sculpture must the C.A.T.P.C. “I don’t know,” he says. metal cash box. I met Cedart Tamasala
have a compelling story behind it. Just “Ask Cedart. Ask Mathieu.” I spoke to there on a stormy afternoon; the en-
48 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
lost so much.” He went on, “These are
things we should know. I felt sad and
MIXUP enraged. Something is not right. We
should be the ones teaching the world
In a cosmic mixup, about us.”
the wife switches bodies with her husband.
Nothing like this has happened before, she cries arlier in the day, I had joined Mar-
as she pulls on his pants, minds the crotch,
barrels down the long staircase to an office where they call her
E tens on the upper level of the work-
shop. Typing furiously on his computer,
Bud & How About Those Steelers. face glowing blue from the screen, he
It’s upsetting, the whole charade, took a few moments to register my
except at lunch when she orders fries and no one says, presence. I asked what he was doing,
We’re so bad, and he said he was sending e-mails. It
or at the meeting when she gives the room all her best ideas was still unclear to me what, exactly,
and they say, Man, where have you been? Martens considered his art to be. It was
the films he made, certainly, but was it
We have to fix this, her husband begs also this, the prosaic work associated
when the wife returns for dinner. with supporting the C.A.T.P.C.? “No,”
Come here, she says, slipping off her shoes Martens said. “I don’t consider the send-
and drawing the curtains ing of e-mails to be art.”
before she makes love to another life. It wasn’t an unreasonable question.
Helping to direct real and creative cap-
—Kate Baer ital to a Central African plantation and
calling it art isn’t necessarily any more
far-fetched than developing affordable
ergy supplied by the collective’s solar Tamasala said that Martens’s in- housing in Houston and calling it art,
panels had given out hours earlier, so volvement with the C.A.T.P.C. was un- or building a travelling community cen-
we sat in the dark. As we spoke, Tama- deniable. He later used several words ter in a mobile home and calling it art,
sala gestured repeatedly to the wall be- to describe Martens’s role—“collabo- or creating an interactive TV station
hind him. Against it leaned a framed rator,” “bridge,” “partner”—but he said for the elderly and calling it art—all of
portrait of Patrice Lumumba, the first that it was “unacceptable to say that which have been done in recent de-
democratically elected Prime Minister Renzo is the only one.” He called the cades to great acclaim. The German
of the D.R.C., whose assassination, in relationship an “exchange,” adding, “We artist Joseph Beuys might have called
1961—famously tied to the C.I.A.— are not his pupils.” But Martens “is it “social sculpture,” the French curator
made him a pan-African martyr. a victim of this, too,” he specified. “Every Nicolas Bourriaud might call it “rela-
Before joining the C.A.T.P.C., time something interesting happens, tional aesthetics,” and critics call it “so-
Tamasala attended a university in Kin- people assume it’s Renzo. It’s not his cial practice.”
shasa for a semester but then had to fault.” He insisted that coöperative Claire Bishop, a professor of art his-
return home, to work on his uncle’s members are “trying now to tell a tory at the cuny Graduate Center, was
farm. His interests are erudite, far-rang- different story”—their own—but prag- one of the first to write skeptically of
ing, and political. They include the Black matically they would accept help when the genre, which dates back to the early
Lives Matter movement, the far-right offered, whether from Martens or from twentieth century and has roots in ex-
French pundit Éric Zemmour, and the foundations in Europe. perimental theatre. “It’s extremely hard
etymology of the word “fetish,” whose This help also includes that of West- to pin down,” she said, since it tends
Portuguese origins, he feels, fail to ac- ern academics, whose access to Con- to prioritize process over discrete ob-
count for aspects of Indigenous thought. golese art and artifacts typically exceeds jects. “It will have multiple identities.
That it is Tamasala with whom Mar- that of anyone in the D.R.C. I asked It can be an institution, it can be an
tens most often communicates seems Tamasala how he felt about this, refer- infrastructure, it can be a workplace
all but inevitable, and I was curious to ring to a meeting he and Kasiama had situation.” Bishop told me that she
know how Tamasala perceived the dy- had with an art historian at Columbia was “infuriated by this slipperiness”
namic. Did he feel gratitude? Resent- University a few days after their lecture when she first started working on her
ment? Some combination of the two? at Yale. Sitting in her office, surrounded book “Artificial Hells: Participatory
But Tamasala seemed agitated by that by flat files and ceremonial masks, she Art and the Politics of Spectatorship”
line of inquiry: my very interest in the had told them about the history of var- (2012). “You can’t really grasp it,” she
question was evidence of the problem. ious art works by the Pende people of said. “You don’t know what you’re look-
His frustration echoed the sentiments Congo. Recalling the conversation with ing at. You’re only ever seeing a frag-
of other people I had spoken to, artists some bitterness, Tamasala cocked his ment of the work at any one time—
and anthropologists who questioned head toward the portrait of Lumumba nobody gets a full overview of it. The
my writing this piece at all. and said, his chin in his hand, “We have artist is probably the only one, and
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sanga, where they hoped to buy more
land with funds raised from the N.F.T.s.
A short article about the project ap-
peared in the Guardian, and one morn-
ing the community’s solar panels were
working well enough to provide elec-
tricity for Martens to read it. He and
I convened near the riverbank. A pack-
age of Tanzanian cigarettes sat on a
table, and Martens struggled to light
one with a damp match. The yoke of
his shirt, which had been threadbare
the day before, was now torn. (A per-
formance artist even when off duty,
Martens wears his hair long and tends
to sport the same button-up shirts and
leather shoes to traipse around Lusanga
as he does when popping into Berlin
art galleries. But what on film looks
like an ironic embodiment of an anti-
quated trope—the European gentle-
“He’s not that smart. I just took his queen with a biscuit.” man in Africa—in person comes across
as something more like self-flagella-
tion. In the course of the week, Mar-
• • tens’s costume deteriorated rapidly: col-
lars frayed, holes appeared.)
this makes it really hard to talk about.” create a non-fungible token. In Febru- Martens seemed both distressed and
As is the case with many social- ary, members waited outside the White delighted by the framing of the article,
practice projects, she went on, judging Cube at dusk while ghostly images of which inflated a terse e-mail exchange
Martens’s work in Lusanga on aesthetic the sculpture—taken from a photo- into what sounded like an international
terms can feel impossible: there is real graph on the Museum of Fine Arts’s court case. He was struck by the sen-
money circulating, and people’s liveli- Web site—were minted on the block- sationalism of the headline—“Row
hoods are at stake. “What does one get chain. The N.F.T. was the collective’s About Congolese Statue Loan Es-
by saying they are an artist?” she asked. arch attempt to take back the sculpture calates Into Legal Battle Over
“Funding, primarily, but also freedom.” under the doctrine of fair use and, in NFTs”—and unhappy about an accom-
An academic would need approval from Kasiama’s words, “reclaim its powers,” panying photograph of himself, which
an ethics board, an aid worker demon- which were originally to protect the was almost a decade old.
strable proof that his efforts were suc- land and its people. Shortly afterward, “I don’t associate with the guy in the
cessful. “It takes some of the pressure the museum responded, calling the picture,” Martens told me. It had been
off of making something succeed,” N.F.T. “unacceptable” and “unprofes- taken in 2014, at an opening in Cardiff.
Bishop said. “Being an artist, you could sional.” The museum is no longer con- There had been a cocktail reception
say, gets you off the hook.” sidering a loan. with champagne, he remembered. He
In June, Tamasala and Kasiama at- furrowed his brow for a moment, un-
artens was finishing a series of tended Art Basel, where some three sure how to proceed. He said that, since
M six short videos documenting Ka-
siama and Tamasala’s attempt to secure
hundred more N.F.T.s related to the
Balot sculpture were minted. Tamasala
the photograph was taken, he had
changed. Though he had first visited
the loan of a small wooden sculpture, told a reporter that, though the muse- the D.R.C. almost twenty years ago,
made in Congo, depicting Maximilien um’s loan refusal was “a form of vio- only now was he beginning to allow
Balot, a Belgian colonial officer. His lence,” the N.F.T.s were not meant as himself to actually experience the
killing, in 1931, not far from Lusanga, an act of retribution. “We come from a grief—“Yes, ‘grief ’ is the word”—that
sparked a revolt of the Pende people, country that has perpetual war,” he said. he felt during his initial trip. “The guy
hundreds of whom were subsequently “We don’t want war. We do not want that I see in the picture is a little bit
killed by gunfire. The Virginia Museum to oppose the museum. We are not here jaded,” he said. “He’s performing, he’s
of Fine Arts, which owns the sculpture, to have a conflict with them. The only quite armored.”
had declined to lend it to the White thing we want is to rekindle a relation- He lit another cigarette and contin-
Cube for the foreseeable future, sup- ship with the sculpture.” When I spoke ued, “I encountered what you could
plying low-resolution images instead. to Tamasala and Kasiama two weeks consider, if you’re ignorant—what I con-
With the help of some Web develop- later, they were in the Netherlands with sidered, because I was ignorant, to some
ers in Berlin, the C.A.T.P.C. decided to Martens, preparing to fly back to Lu- degree—‘traditional rural villages.’ ”
50 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
Martens spoke of thatched huts, man- impressed with Martens’s willingness had been under way for months, the
ioc patches, a lack of consumer prod- to impose, which seemed to demon- temperature was rising. People were
ucts. “You could consider it natural,” he strate more good faith and genuine ca- growing impatient. The White Cube
said. “You could think, This is just how maraderie than any effusive kindness towered overhead.
people live here.” Impersonating his ever could. Then a murmuring began, which
naïve former self, he went on, “It’s sad, When he sat down again, he began coalesced into threats. Plantation work-
sure, but the children smile when they to talk about the anger he felt upon re- ers dressed as policemen stepped for-
see you. They run to you—‘Hey, mun- turning from Africa to Europe for the ward, brandishing sticks as though they
dele!’—they want a picture with you. So first time. His family was on vacation were weapons. A theatrical production,
maybe it’s just the way it is, you think. in France, and he joined them by way taking the form of a mock trial of the
Maybe they’re happier than you. Maybe of Brussels, whose gleaming, perfumed White Cube, was beginning. Tamasala
there’s so much to learn from these peo- airport now struck him as menacing. had written the script with the collec-
ple, because they are in touch with na- He had malaria, and was disturbed by tive. Kasiama approached the bench,
ture, with their ancestors, the earth, with the order and the abundance of the and the judge asked him to state his
the gods above. Maybe you think they’re French hospital, and by the perfect con- name for the record. Speaking in Lin-
outside of capitalism. Maybe they have ditions of the roads he took to get there. gala, he explained that he would be rep-
more empathy, more love, maybe they’re An existential crisis of sorts set in. What resenting himself for the time being,
actually closer to the state that we should was all this infrastructure worth, he since his lawyer had been delayed by
all be in.” thought, if not everyone had access to the region’s derelict roads and bridges.
Then Martens arrived at a planta- it? Just as nobody deserved unclean “Your Honor,” Kasiama said, “I have
tion. “The atmosphere is completely drinking water or drug-resistant tuber- come before this court to file a com-
different,” he said. “The people are des- culosis, he did not deserve the circum- plaint against the White Cube.” He
perate.” He described fathers pleading stances of his own life. He wasn’t any pointed up toward the blinding cliff of
for him to come to their children’s fu- better or nicer than anyone else; he didn’t concrete behind him. “This White Cube
nerals, women approaching him and work any harder. “Actually, you’re not owes us, the inhabitants and workers
finding themselves too upset to speak. worth it,” Martens said he realized. “Ac- of the plantations, whom I represent
“They don’t know how to even voice tually, you’re not worth it,” he repeated. here, a huge debt.” He looked out across
their emotions,” he said. “It’s here.” Mar- His voice caught. “Your luck is not even the surrounding land, which was planted
tens pointed to his throat and gagged your own, because you didn’t even roll thickly with fruit trees. “This debt,” he
in what began as an imitation of de- the dice yourself. It’s because genera- continued, “often ignored by the art-lov-
spair but quickly became the real thing. tions upon generations fixed the dice.” ing public, camouf lages the ugliness
“So I’m the guy, in their eyes,” he went Hellio appeared at the top of the and cruelty behind these cleanly washed
on. “I’m the skin color, I’m the passport, stairs. “We’re having an in-depth inter- walls.” Kasiama’s speech was impas-
I’m the U.N. It’s imaginary, I know that, view about my emotions,” Martens told sioned. He spoke of colonialist regimes,
but, still, it’s all the same—I’m the boss her. His affect was flat. Hellio expressed slavery, forced labor, and the seeming
of the plantation to them, somehow. interest in observing the conversation, impossibility of reconciliation. “Your
Because why else would I be there? but Martens refused. “Go away,” he said. Honor,” he said, “we have faith that, at
Why would I be there if I wasn’t in- “I feel too shy.” Hellio hesitated. “She’s the end of the process, justice will be
cluded in their lives? Why would I be a journalist,” Martens said, pointing at done and our rights restored.”
there if I wasn’t somehow in cahoots? me and pronouncing the word like a At the periphery of the proceedings,
And I am in cahoots.” Martens was cry- slur. “She knows how to employ empa- Martens cleared his throat and began
ing by this point. “This apparatus just thy.” Reporting, he meant, was perfor- to pace. The production had taken shape
disposes of people’s lives so easily,” he mative and necessarily predatory; only in the previous months, with only his
said. “It’s devilish, the way it consumes because ours was “an equal power rela- dim awareness. The White Cube, as he
people’s lives.” tionship,” as he put it, could I extract could see, was playing the role of mu-
We had been talking for a few hours emotions from him and leave without seums in Europe and America, where
when an intermittent banging began. guilt. “But do this with a person on the violence and dispossession had for so
Martens excused himself and peered plantation,” Martens said, smiling, “and long been laundered. It was a perfor-
over the balcony, which was heaped it’s completely fucked. You will feel com- mance of restorative justice, and it was
with drying mosquito netting. Below pletely fucked.” all being video-recorded. The collec-
us, a man was making repairs to a dug- tive hoped to turn the play into a film.
out canoe. Martens asked the man if few days later, beneath the shade It was hot, and Martens seemed impa-
he wouldn’t mind taking a short break
from his work. It was the sort of ap-
A of an acacia tree, some thirty peo-
ple sat in a neat arrangement of plas-
tient. He thought that the cameraman
was not moving around enough, that
peal I’d make of a stranger at home, po- tic chairs. It was morning. Nobody his shots were too tentative—he was
litely but without anxiety. Here, though, spoke, but it was not quiet. Roosters failing to capture so much. Martens
the chasm in circumstances between crowed, goats bleated, mosquitoes stood close, whispering directions,
me and the banging man made such buzzed, a kingfisher darted by like a sometimes dodging the camera, trying
a request feel impossible, and I was flung jewel. Though the rainy season to stay out of the frame.
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What does it mean when a tribal nation purges its Black members?
BY PHILIP DELORIA
ancestors appeared on the second roll. the honorific, the fact that the groups
With the new constitution, Muscogee maintained long-standing trade rela-
citizenship was reserved for those on tions, had an interest in education and
the first roll, or their lineal descendants. Christianity, adopted formal constitu-
And so Austin, after forty-seven years tions—and enslaved African people.
of being Creek, found her tribal iden- The tribes, which came from the South-
tity legally and politically erased. east, had long occupied a realm of war-
As the journalist Caleb Gayle re- fare and captivity, exacerbated by En-
counts in “We Refuse to Forget: A True glish settlers’ encouragement of an
Story of Black Creeks, American Iden- intertribal raid-and-trade slave econ-
tity, and Power” (Riverhead), Austin had omy that hurled Indigenous bodies into
filled the walls of her home with pic- the world of Atlantic slavery. When Af-
tures of Black Creek aunties and un- ricans were dragged into the picture,
cles, interspersed with the teaching li- the English paid Indians to hunt those
censes of family members who had once who escaped. Sometimes Black fugi-
led Black Creek schools. Her people, tives sought to go Native, with varying Tribal censuses around the start of the
60 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
twentieth century split people living among Native communities into groups that were separate but by no means equal.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 61
results: tribes incorporated some, killed that each of the Five Tribes sign new rate prices to white settlers who would
or enslaved others. Born out of existing treaties, which reduced Indian lands by live among them. Dawes meant both to
practice and new Colonial impositions, half. The treaties also followed the logic disaggregate Indian land and to deseg-
slaveholding among the Five Tribes de- of Reconstruction in the South, freeing regate it, bringing in farmers who would
veloped hybrid forms. Though the fa- enslaved people while requiring tribes model civilized agrarianism for their In-
miliar Southern plantation was surely to establish new political relations with dian neighbors. Although the Five Tribes
part of the picture, enslavement typi- them. The Seminoles proved most open were initially exempted from the allot-
cally operated at a smaller and more in- to Black citizenship, the Chickasaws ment law, Senator Dawes himself showed
timate scale. In the terse summary of and the Choctaws the least, with the up in Indian Territory in 1894, leading
Buddy Cox, a twenty-first-century Creek Cherokees and the Creeks somewhere what was unsurprisingly called the Dawes
(and the nephew of an influential chief ), in between. Commission, which successfully pres-
“We owned some, we were some, and In this postwar landscape, Roberts sured them to accept the policy.
we slept with some.” Black people could suggests, citizenship may not have mat- The net result of Dawes’s allotment
be chattel, socially integrated kin, mar- tered as much as belonging—affective campaign was that some ninety million
riage partners, or participants in emerg- ties to community, family, and geogra- acres passed out of Indian control—not
ing Native groups such as the Seminole. phy. For instance, Chickasaw freedpeople, in large-scale treaty concessions but in
Being deemed “civilized” didn’t pro- though never recognized as citizens of small increments, as private Native par-
tect the Five Tribes from forced displace- the Chickasaw Nation, nonetheless re- cels ended up in white hands, often
ment. As American planters sought to mained committed to living among its through fraud or coercion. It’s no coin-
expand their empire of unfreedom across members and places; it’s where they felt cidence that the campaign arrived during
the South, the Five Tribes stood in the they belonged. The Five Tribes made the era of boarding schools, in which
way, and the United States embarked on room for freedpeople on their lands, while Indian children were forcibly removed
a devastating series of land clearances. the federal government opened much of to be educated away from their cultural
The tribes were forced to swap exten- the land ceded in the 1866 treaties to the roots. Or that it overlapped with the
sive areas in the Southeast for newer and formerly enslaved. As members of tribal “Civilization Regulations,” imposed on
smaller parcels in what was later called nations, freedpeople may not have re- Indian peoples between 1883 and 1934,
Indian Territory, today’s Oklahoma. With ceived a mule, but many acquired much which criminalized everything distinc-
the passage of the Indian Removal Act more than forty acres in what amounted tively Native—including dancing, cere-
of 1830, tribes were driven west to Indian to the first and most effective reparations monies, and long hair—and punished
Territory on the deadly journeys now program in American history. infractions with starvation and impris-
commonly referred to as the Trail of The practice of Native dispossession onment. If some measures of the allot-
Tears. As the historian Alaina E. Rob- often proceeded under the theory of Na- ment age were later reversed, others con-
erts recounts in “I’ve Been Here All the tive protection; even the 1830 Indian Re- tinued to exert an influence generations
While: Black Freedom on Native Land” moval policy was justified as an effort to later. Among them were the separate
(University of Pennsylvania), the Five safeguard Native people from rapacious membership rolls that the Dawes Com-
Tribes were effectively compelled to be- whites, distancing and segregating them mission produced—and that, eight de-
come settler colonists themselves, dis- for their own good. The same went for cades on, stripped Johnnie Mae Austin
placing Native groups in the West. They of her Creek citizenship.
also brought with them enslaved Black
people, thus further extending the reach t might seem perverse that in 1979,
of American chattel slavery beyond the
Mississippi. In Indian Territory, what
I with the memory of the civil-rights
movement still fresh, Indian tribes began
had been a set of highly varied, some- to restrict citizenship on the basis of ra-
times kin-adjacent forms of enslavement cial difference. But in 1983 the Choctaw
began to harden, and Indian attitudes Nation joined the Muscogee in exclud-
and practices edged closer to those of ing the descendants of freedpeople, and
white Americans. in 2000 the Oklahoma Seminoles im-
The Civil War intensified divisions the General Allotment Act, of 1887. Hu- posed racially restrictive rules as well.
among the Five Tribes, several of which manitarians such as its author, Senator The Cherokee Nation followed suit in
fought civil wars of their own, imper- Henry Dawes, believed that they could 2007. (The Chickasaws had never rec-
fectly aligned with the American strug- save Indians by making them assimilate ognized freedpeople as members at all.)
gle between North and South. After into American society as Jeffersonian The exclusions cast a harsh light on anti-
the war, the United States pointed to a yeoman farmers working their own patch Black racism among the Five Tribes,
series of Confederate treaties that the of ground. In Dawes’s scheme, collec- whose members seemed all too ready to
tribes had entered into (necessitated, tively held reservation lands were divided formalize racial distinctions in tribal pol-
perhaps, by the Union’s early withdrawal into parcels ranging from forty to three icies, constitutions, and legal decisions.
from Indian Territory), and declared all hundred and twenty acres and distrib- These striking inequities shape Gayle’s
previous agreements null and void. In uted to individual Indians and to Indian account of the Black Creeks. Where
1866, the federal government demanded families; the remainder was sold at cut- Roberts draws upon a complicated per-
62 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
sonal heritage—including Chickasaws,
Choctaws, freedpeople, African Ameri-
cans, and whites—to explore a post-Civil
War reconstruction situated in Indian
Territory rather than in the South, Gayle,
drawing on his experience of growing
up Black in Oklahoma, offers an account
that celebrates African American suc-
cess. “We Refuse to Forget” narrates a
family history, sketching a series of in-
dividual stories that will lead to Johnnie
Mae Austin.
Genealogical histories thrive on
founding figures. In Gayle’s story, that
founder is Cow Tom, a Black cattle drover
and a translator for Creeks who refused
to speak English. During the Civil War,
as the leader of a group of Black Creek
refugees, Cow Tom stepped out of the
translator role and into tribal leadership,
negotiating with Union Army officers
and later travelling to Washington, D.C.,
to advocate for the rights of Creek freed-
people. Steadily establishing himself as
a prosperous farmer, rancher, and mill “Let me just find one more thing to do before we go.”
owner, Cow Tom left behind the kind
of accumulated wealth seldom seen
among Black families of the nineteenth
• •
century. Nor was he alone in his emi-
nence. His relative Legus Perryman, a Damario Solomon-Simmons, an attor- clashing. Indians have reason to exclude
large landowner, served as a district judge ney who represented Black Creeks, Aus- Americans—both white and Black—
and as a member of the Creek House of tin among them, seeking to restore tribal who amplify a drop of “Indian blood”
Warriors and the National Council. From citizenship. to claim Indigenous authenticity and
1887 until 1895, he was the “principal But how to reconcile citizenship perhaps tribal benefits. But then there’s
chief,” taking up the burden of negotia- claims with tribal-sovereignty claims? A the troubling “one drop of Black blood”
tions with the federal government. constitutive element of being a sovereign logic of the Dawes Rolls, which defined
Cow Tom’s grandson Jake Simmons nation, after all, is having control over both Black freedpeople and mixed-blood
prospered as a rancher, and his son Jake citizenship criteria. And, as tribal nations Black Creeks as unequivocally Black,
Simmons, Jr., used his hundred-and- have developed economic resources and but allowed mixed Creeks who had white
sixty-acre allotment to establish him- political standing in the course of the ancestry to remain among the “full-
self as an oilman and a land broker, past several decades, wannabe Indians bloods.” And Creeks have clearly played
leveraging “the benefits of his Creek have appeared on their borders. In Can- on the difference, wielding the word “Es-
identity,” in Gayle’s words. Working ada, people have claimed to be “Eastern telusti”—“Black man”—to speculate
with Frank Phillips (a founder of what Métis,” on the basis of a single Indige- about who among them did or did not
is today ConocoPhillips) and other busi- nous ancestor several centuries ago. In have a drop or two. The result is akin to
nessmen, he crafted deals for oil leases, the U.S., an African American “tribe” an optical illusion: look at the situation
made land acquisitions across the re- calling itself the Washitaw has invented one way, and you see Native people af-
gion, and represented American oil in- fantastic genealogies issuing from the firming the significance of their ances-
terests in Ghana, Nigeria, and Liberia. lost continent of Mu. Bogus Cherokee try; look at it another way, and you see
Jake, Jr., also became a major Black voice tribes have proliferated, asking for state anti-Black racism.
in Oklahoma race politics, chairing the and federal recognition. Meanwhile, in- There are further complications. Any
state N.A.A.C.P., sponsoring legal chal- dividual ethnic impostors seek tribal cit- remedy imposed by the federal govern-
lenges to segregation, and eventually izenship by means of vague assertions of ment would represent a frontal attack on
suing the local board of education. Be- ancestry; others brandish results from tribal sovereignty. The recent Supreme
cause Austin was the granddaughter of DNA tests. Tribes have responded with Court decision in McGirt v. Oklahoma,
Jake Simmons, Sr., Gayle can neatly restrictions and occasional purges of which upheld the Muscogee Nation’s
trace a line back to Cow Tom. At the membership rolls. criminal jurisdiction over the tribe’s
other end of this two-century-long ge- Gayle and Roberts capture the tu- official territory, rests on the same 1866
nealogical chain is Austin’s grandson multuous sound of two “one-drop rules” treaties that insisted tribal nations accept
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 63
as citizens the Black people they had en- Just get past that white supremacy, Gayle racists. The more interesting question,
slaved. There’s nothing new in the clash suggests hopefully, and everything will however, is how their racism was shaped
between civil rights and tribal rights, but be well. It all sounds like a progressive by concerns for their people, their poli-
the questions it raises have gained ur- move toward an anti-racist alliance. Yet ties, and their dwindling land. At the Se-
gency during the past generation. Can white supremacy offers up multiple forms quoyah Constitutional Convention of
sovereignty ever justify race-based ex- of negation—targeting Blacks, Jews, Na- 1905, several tribes sought to establish an
clusion? Have tribes themselves failed tives, immigrants—that can be pitched Indian state from Indian Territory, bring-
to meet their treaty obligations? Does against one another. And Native argu- ing a petition to Congress that was swiftly
the United States, with its own sketchy ments and attitudes can’t be reduced to rejected. The secretary to that conven-
record, have the moral authority to pass a photocopy of an overlord’s ideology. tion was Posey, a complicated, sometimes
judgment on tribal decisions? contradictory thinker who was devoted
Gayle’s response to these challenging arse the stories carefully and one can to the politics and the aspirations of his
questions amounts to a series of oft-
asserted maxims: one can be both fully
P see conditions conducive not only to
cultural crossings but also to anti-Black
tribe. To see his racism clearly is to see
a desperate collision between the ambi-
Black and fully Creek; white supremacy sentiments among Native peoples and tions of Black and Native peoples.
is the causal force that drives the histo- anti-Native sentiments among Black Indian Territory reconstruction, as
ries he presents; telling Black Creek sto- people. An 1832 census counted about Roberts suggests, could not be anything
ries today can help us see the American twenty-three thousand Creeks and, liv- other than ironic: seeking to advance
racial landscape differently. And so Aus- ing among them, nine hundred enslaved Black freedom, progressive white peo-
tin’s family story appears in the heroic people of African descent. By 1890, thanks ple forced the issue on Indian nations
mode we’ve come to associate with school to war, land loss, strife, and disease, the in ways that they did not dare to do
lessons focussed on Martin Luther King, Creek population had been halved, while within the United States. In a place where
Jr., and Rosa Parks. It’s a celebratory case the population of Black people in Mus- the limited resources of land and polit-
for Black Creeks, alert to the practical cogee territory had more than quadru- ical power were contested, the conse-
benefits of Muscogee citizenship and the pled. That demographic trend was visi- quences proved instructive. On the one
Oklahoma opportunities for Black mi- ble across Indian Territory. As Roberts hand, the twin entities of Oklahoma and
grants from the South. Indian Territory points out, between 1890 and 1907, the Indian Territory did in fact emerge as
provided a range of Black people what Black population there soared, to more sites of racial tolerance and experimen-
the United States could not: a secure than eighty thousand, exceeding the In- tation. On the other, the varied aims of
place for a new American dream. dian population by twenty thousand. The Black and Native peoples (and those
Absent from the celebration, though, white population, unsurprisingly, boomed who were both) ran up against those of
are non-Black Muscogee people, with to more than half a million. white settlers who refused to accept even
their own tangle of beliefs and ambi- The pressing issue was land. In the a whiff of racial egalitarianism. Neither
tions. The few who appear in Gayle’s post-Civil War years, Black-freedom ad- Indians nor African Americans had rea-
book stand on the wrong side of racism: vocates such as Edward P. McCabe pro- son to welcome the coming of Okla-
Cat Yargee, the purported owner of Cow posed flooding Indian Territory with homa statehood, which could not fulfill
Tom; Alexander Posey, an acclaimed Black towns, establishing the demo- the dreams of citizenship—or even basic
Muscogee writer whom Gayle cites for graphic foothold for a future Black- equality—for either. White settlers, in
a vicious racial slur aimed at Legus Per- majority state. As the chronicler A. G. short order, imposed a Jim Crow racial
ryman; and Claude Cox, the tribal leader Stacey wrote at the time, “There is a se- order on Black Oklahoma, even as In-
who pushed through the 1979 constitu- cret political society in existence . . . which dians began to double down on the “by
tion. Despite Gayle’s insistence that one is based upon the principles of Negro blood” distinctions visible in the Dawes
can be at once “fully Black and fully advancement, mentally and morally, and Commission’s rolls.
Creek,” his account roots itself in Black- the future control of Oklahoma when-
ness. Its subjects are Black people who
happen to be Creek, rather than Creek
ever it shall become a state.” The cre-
ators of such plans were blind to the con- J year
ohnnie Mae Austin died in 2019, the
a suit filed by the Muscogee
people who happen to be Black. cerns of Indians and did not hesitate to Creek Indian Freedmen Band was dis-
In Gayle’s account, anti-Black rac- align Black and white settlers against missed in federal district court. The fam-
ism among the Muscogees originates in them. Frederick Douglass assured a crowd ily legacy now reposes with Damario
white supremacy, and in mindless In- in 1869, “The negro is more like the white Solomon-Simmons, the attorney whose
dian capitulation to its edicts. “Whether man than the Indian, in his tastes and coming to consciousness—from Afri-
or not he tried,” Gayle writes, “Cox tendencies, and disposition to accept civ- can American to Black Creek—poses
couldn’t avoid the allure of white su- ilization.” Where the Indian “rejects our hard questions about citizenship and
premacy to determine citizenship in the civilization,” he went on, “it is not so with belonging. He was once simply Da-
Creek Nation.” The fact that Alexander the negro. He loves you and remains with mario Solomon, a Black football player,
Posey “aimed to stain Legus Perryman’s you, under all circumstances, in slavery until he heard from a member of the
reputation by maligning his Blackness” and in freedom.” Simmons family and began what Gayle
only demonstrates that “white suprem- Gayle is not wrong to name Claude calls a “journey to understanding him-
acy holds unfettered sway in America.” Cox and Alexander Posey as anti-Black self.” That journey has almost inevita-
64 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
bly led him to a mission aimed at justice
under American law.
When it comes to belonging, two BRIEFLY NOTED
cultural problems intertwine. Black
Creek claims to Creek identity—at least Nightcrawling, by Leila Mottley (Knopf ). Kiara, the narrator
in Gayle’s account—tend to be genea- of this searing novel, is a seventeen-year-old high-school drop-
logical, full of blood essentialisms, and out in East Oakland, California, who has to take care of the
sometimes disengaged from the ongo- boys in her life—an immature older brother, an addict-neigh-
ing vitality of Muscogee culture. Figures bor’s young son—despite not having anyone to take care of her.
such as Jake Simmons, Jr., for instance, After a man forces himself on her, she reasons that her body
seem to care most about leveraging Black will be used with or without her consent and turns to sex work.
success out of Native citizenship, leas- Her johns range from men as destitute as she is to the local
ing and selling Creek land to corpora- police. Careful not to portray Kiara as a victim, Mottley shows
tions. At the same time, the historically us the pleasures of family, friendship, and love. The result is an
rooted culture of Muscogee anti-Black intimate portrait of a young Black woman searching for au-
racism is not merely abhorrent but un- tonomy and fulfillment in a society designed to deny her both.
sustainable, offering no path to the fu-
ture for anyone involved. When it comes One’s Company, by Ashley Hutson (Norton). A random mo-
to citizenship, two political problems ment of luck sets this novel in motion: Bonnie, a thirtysome-
intertwine. Native sovereignty, in the thing grocery-store worker plagued by a persistent sense of
American context, rests upon the legal “wrongness” and by memories of a traumatic robbery, wins the
authority of treaties. So, too, do Black lottery and gets the chance to leave her old life behind. She
rights to Native membership. The var- decides to exist in her favorite TV show, “Three’s Company”—
ious arguments about Native identity by moving alone to a rural locale, re-creating all the show’s
bounce between cultural ties and polit- sets, and the characters’ lives, one after another. “So many peo-
ical claims, all exuding moral authority ple wanted to solve their problem of self,” she thinks. “I wanted
but none fully authoritative. In this sense, to trash it entirely.” When external forces intrude—in the form
one of Gayle’s maxims proves compel- of storms, urban explorers, an old friend who’s determined to
ling: Black Creek stories, rich with both save her from herself—Bonnie is forced to reckon with the
the subtleties and the crudenesses of controlled world she has created.
America’s racial history, force us all to
contemplate new forms of reckoning. Pig Years, by Ellyn Gaydos (Knopf ). In this evocative mem-
Last year, the Cherokee Supreme oir of working as a seasonal farmhand in upstate New York
Court ruled that the Cherokee Nation and Vermont, Gaydos offers what, at first, reads like a straight-
must remove the phrase “by blood” from forward catalogue of farm life: how pigs are raised and slaugh-
its constitution and its laws. In the court’s tered; how radishes are harvested; where farmhands sleep.
opinion, Justice Shawna Baker wrote, But the tranquil simplicity belies a deeper purpose. The farms
“Freedmen rights are inherent. They ex- where Gaydos works are independent, their output extremely
tend to descendants of Freedmen as a vulnerable to the whims of nature; she has seen crops fail and
birthright springing from their ances- “worms rot a flock of sheep from the hooves up.” And peo-
tors’ oppression and displacement as peo- ple are scarcely less vulnerable than livestock: a farmhand
ple of color recorded and memorialized contracts Lyme disease; Gaydos has a miscarriage. Our do-
in Article 9 of the 1866 Treaty.” The rul- minion over nature, it becomes clear, is incomplete. The rea-
ing followed a 2017 U.S. district-court son Gaydos likes farming, she writes, is that “one simply must
decision that affirmed freedpeople’s rights accept the outcome.”
under the same treaty. Despite contin-
ued controversy, many heralded the Bad Mexicans, by Kelly Lytle Hernández (Norton). The nick-
change as a manifestation of Cherokee name malos Mexicanos, translated in the title of this capti-
sovereignty, expressing an Indigenous vating history, is what the Mexican dictator Porfirio Díaz
political will to attend to a troubled past. called the followers of the radical Ricardo Flores Magón,
Certain members of the Five Tribes have who, in 1911, helped depose him. The author, a U.C.L.A. his-
quietly voiced similar sentiments, and a torian and a MacArthur Fellow, writes that Magón and his
comparable decision may lie in the Mus- band of magonistas “changed the course of history both north
cogees’ future. Such a reversal can no lon- and south of the border.” She shows how their revolution
ger provide solace to Johnnie Mae Aus- fundamentally transformed the United States, as more than
tin, but there are others who share her a million Mexicans migrated north. Although few Ameri-
experience of exclusion—others who still cans know about the event or the people behind it, Lytle
check their mailboxes for the return of Hernández argues powerfully that “you cannot understand
a tribal newsletter. U.S. history without Mexico and Mexicans.”
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subsequent art, which he imbued with
perhaps penitent, palpably vengeful iro-
ny, for the rest of his life. By not spar-
A Robert Colescott retrospective, and “Women at War.” ing himself from a pageant of carica-
tural mockeries, he offered no distance,
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL let alone escape, from the fault lines of
race in American democracy. As a bonus,
he was freed to burlesque, with terrific
energy, motifs of past Western art that
he had always revered.
In a mood to be rattled? Contem-
plate “Eat Dem Taters” (1975), an all-
Black recasting of van Gogh’s early tab-
leau of impoverished Dutch peasants
sharing a frugal meal, “The Potato Eat-
ers” (1885), with an aura of minstrelsy.
How could Colescott—or anyone, re-
ally—have expected to get away with
that or, from the same year, with a race-
switching pastiche of Emanuel Leutze’s
nationalist chestnut “Washington Cross-
ing the Delaware” (1851)? A bespecta-
cled George Washington Carver, the
pioneering botanist, stands in for the
nation-founding hero of the Revolu-
tionary War. A gleeful fisherman at the
bow of the boat reels in a catch. A banjo
player strums in the stern.
Not yet sufficiently affronted? Throw
in “A Winning Combination” (1974), in
which a perky white majorette, backed
by a rippling Stars and Stripes, is naked
from the waist down. Add “Beauty is
in the Eye of the Beholder” (1979), a
self-portrait of the artist distracted by
ROBERT COLESCOTT © 2022 THE ROBERT H. COLESCOTT SEPARATE PROPERTY TRUST / ARS
a disrobing white model while repaint-
ing Matisse’s hedonist masterpiece
“A rtof and Race Matters: The Career
Robert Colescott,” a clamorous
ther, who worked as a railroad waiter,
had enslaved ancestors, but both of
“Dance,” from 1910. Still with me? How
about “The Judgment of Paris” (1984),
retrospective at the New Museum, bodes them—and Colescott—could pass for in which a clothed Black protagonist
to be enjoyed by practically everyone who white. As Matthew Weseley, the co- is lasciviously vamped by a nude white
sees it, though some may be nagged by curator of the show with Lowery Stokes Venus, to the disgruntlement of white
inklings that they shouldn’t. For more than Sims, recounts in the splendid catalogue, and Black rival goddesses? Rather than
three decades, until he was slowed by Colescott’s mother insisted on the ruse, angrily or mournfully critiquing racist
health ailments in the two-thousands— which he adopted. The mild-mannered stereotypes and associated taboos, Cole-
he died in 2009, at the age of eighty- modernism of his early works, sampled scott shot the moon with them.
three—the impetuous figurative painter at the New Museum, affords no hints A lot goes on in these pictures, start-
danced across minefields of racial and to the contrary. ing with how they are executed, in a fast
sexual provocation, celebrating libertine This changed explosively when Cole- and loose, juicy Expressionist manner
romance and cannibalizing canonical art scott turned forty during a spell, between and by means of a blazing palette that
history by way of appreciative parody. 1964 and 1967, of sojourns in Egypt, where runs to saturated pink and magenta and
He was born in California, the son he imbibed old and new African cul- thunderous blue. Along the way, Cole-
of musicians from New Orleans. His tures. From that epiphanic moment on, scott pillages the distinctive hues of Wil-
mother, certainly, and possibly his fa- he went all-in on the complexities of his lem de Kooning’s iconic “Woman I”
(1951) with “I Gets a Thrill, Too, When
Colescott’s self-portrait, “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder,” takes on Matisse. I Sees De Koo” (1978), in which the face
70 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022
of a grinning Black woman wearing a you wish—I, for one, am hospitable to whose moral fibre should humble those
head scarf replaces that of the Dutch argument—but resistance isn’t easy of us who are cozily remote from a cat
man’s generic white female. (The title while you’re feeling delightfully knocked aclysm that adapts repertoires of inter
kidded a redoing of de Kooning the about like a sensitized pinball in rooms national art to the lived truths of a con
previous year, “I Still Get a Thrill When crowded with the artist’s most aggressive vulsed, actual place. Some disturb. The
I See Bill,” by the Pop artist Mel Ramos.) creations. The effect is comic in a key most unsettling, by Dana Kavelina, are
Colescott shrugged off abstract and con beyond outrageous. Inrageous? Meta deliberately crude pencil drawings ex
ceptualist fashions of the late nine rageous? I’m reminded of the liberating ecuted on crumpled white paper punc
teensixties and early seventies, guaran shock of Mel Brooks’s flabbergasting tuated by internal rips colored blood
teeing himself a marginal status in the movie “The Producers,” which hap red. A number of them allude to rape.
mainstream art world as a special taste pened to coincide, in 1967, with the onset A sketch of a woman using a fetus’s
or, let’s say, antitaste. As if in sweet re of Colescott’s painterly insurgency. Un own umbilical cord to hang it is titled
venge, his atavistic style and whatthe deniably, while trashing American in “woman kills the son of the enemy”
hell nerve began to influence younger iquities and insulting compensatory in (2019). A climactic image suggests the
artists of many backgrounds in the late hibitions, he let—or, more accurately, birth of an assault rifle.
seventies and continue to do so today. made, at a volume to wake the dead— But the versatile Kavelina, a rising
Without the spur of his breakthrough freedom ring. star in her late twenties, has also created
audacity, it’s hard to imagine the recent an elegiac, desperately moving video
and ongoing triumphs of, among oth
ers, the fearlessly satirical artists Kerry
“ W omen at War,” at the Fridman
Gallery, astounds. I wish every
projection. The nearly twentyone
minute, widescreen “Letter to a Tur
James Marshall and Kara Walker. one could see it. The show assembles tledove” (2020) montages archival film
The choice of Colescott to represent drawings, photographs, paintings, a print, footage of coal miners in the Donbas
the United States at the 1997 Venice and video installations by a dozen ex with expressive women’s faces and hyp
Biennale initiated a general surrender cellent Ukrainian artists, none familiar notically stylized, almost meditative,
to his ineluctable power, though most to me. All are women, many of them fiery explosions. The work engulfs the
of America’s uppercrust institutions young. Several hail from the ravaged viewer in a sort of minorkey visual ca
have yet to capitulate. The New Mu Donbas region. Two remain in Ukraine. denza that sounds the heart and very
seum’s presentation of “Art and Race Others have only recently left the coun soul of a nation that has come to aware
Matters” is a previously unplanned ad try. Apart from one historical piece—a ness of itself—past, present, unknow
dendum to a tour that débuted in Cin linocut portrait from 1963 of the nation able future—under unspeakable condi
cinnati and, having travelled to Port alist poet Ivan Svitlychny by Alla Horska, tions. Its beauty becomes a Ukrainian
land and Sarasota, was set to end in an artist and activist who was murdered, weapon as bestirring, if not as practi
Chicago. Roberta Smith, who reviewed reputedly by the K.G.B., in 1970—every cable, as a donated howitzer.
the show in the Times, properly de thing postdates the Russian seizure of Nothing in the show is either hor
clared the implicit squeamishness a dis Crimea, in 2014. Throughout the show, tatory or sentimental but only hard
grace to our major New York museums, instances of steely discipline ennoble won, such as a series of drawings by
whose lip service to diversity charac dramas of suffering and defiance. Alevtina Kakhidze that begin in 2014
teristically stops short of anything that An outsized oil painting made by and narrate her contact with her mother
isn’t respectably theorized and may be Lesia Khomenko in March of this year, in the occupied territory of Donetsk.
just too roguishly irreverent. “Max in the Army,” tenderly depicts the The mother died of a heart attack in
As freewheeling in life as on canvas, partner whom, in her flight first to Po 2019 while crossing the frontier to se
Colescott married six times, twice to land and then to the U.S., she has had cure a Ukrainian government pension.
the same woman, whom he accordingly to leave behind. Looking both resolute Reminiscent in spirit of Kavelina’s vid
twice divorced, while studying and then and terribly vulnerable, he is lovable. eo, a suite of inkjet prints by Yevgenia
teaching at a series of West Coast and She loves him. To behold three beauti Belorusets, “Victories of the Defeated”
Southwest schools and colleges. After ful watercolors of sylvan landscapes by (201417), seeks melancholy solace in
wartime service in the Army, he attended Anna Scherbyna—one painted per year nocturnal or befogged views of work
a class in Paris led by Fernand Léger from 2016 to 2018 and almost incon ers who labor at various tasks amid dis
and, in 1951, earned a master’s degree spicuously featuring ruins in the Don mal circumstances. The subjects could
from the University of California, Berke bas, of an airport and two hospitals— be anybody, even ourselves if our exis
ley. In the catalogue, erudition, wit, and you must lift little duncolored curtains. tence entailed an interminable state of
wisdom mark a lively selection of his Olia Fedorova’s photograph “Defense” emergency.
occasional writings, in which he proves (2017) shows a row of white antitank The show is elegantly and, above
to be his own most discerning critic. obstacles, or “hedgehogs,” ranged along all, eloquently installed by Monika
His last position, before retiring, in 1995, a snowy slope. They are made of paper, Fabijanska, an independent art histo
was as a tenured professor at the Uni which bespeaks both a presentiment of rian and avowedly feminist curator
versity of Arizona, Tucson. futility—premature, as it has turned out, who hereby does her native land, and
Is there something to be said against impressively—and a lionhearted will. any of us who willingly pay attention,
Colescott’s untrammelled temerity? If These are toughminded creators a cathartic service.
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she became especially interested in the
DANCING hora, a circle dance popular at Jewish
weddings. She made a short film, which
LOVE, ACTUALLY?
juxtaposes archival footage, family his
tory, and clips of her trying out steps
she has found in her research—soon to
Pam Tanowitz’s “Song of Songs.” be “spliced,” as she puts it, with her own
steps and style.
BY JENNIFER HOMANS Splicing is a big part of Tanowitz’s
process. She likes to mine steps from
past choreographers—George Balan
chine, Jerome Robbins, Martha Gra
ham—stripping them of their emotional
content and intercutting them with her
own steps until they meld. (She also
once took a solo by Graham and “de
constructed” it, distributing its parts
among several dancers.) When Tano
witz settled in New York, in the nine
ties, she began combing archives for ma
terial to use in the dances she was
showing. She founded her company, in
2000, at a time when contemporary dance
was moving increasingly toward con
ceptual and political concerns, but she
went her own way and spent the next
two decades drilling into formalism. Her
early pieces were sometimes tough to
follow, but you always knew there was
a rigorous, independent mind at work.
Tanowitz’s style is often likened to
Cunningham’s for its linear purity, but
her process may be closer to that of
Twyla Tharp, who also draws on a wide
range of past material and delights in
formal play. But, if Tharp plays, Tano
witz purifies, and her fragmented dances
feel oddly whole, a world of abstracted
form. Or, as her father liked to say when
talking about mistakes he made in his
et him kiss me with the kisses of is, through the body, which is, after all, life, “In the end it all gets pressed out,
“ L his mouth.” How do you trans their subject? like a dry cleaner, everything gets
late this, the first line of the Bible’s Song For Tanowitz, who is Jewish, mak pressed.” So, too, in Tanowitz’s dances,
of Songs—or the rest of this ancient ing “Song of Songs” was deeply per raw materials are pressed out. The re
collection of erotic poems—into a sonal. She began in 2019, a year after sult may be something fabulous and
dance? And how do you do it in pure her father died, having found herself new, but splicing and pressing can also
dance, without kissing or acting? This wanting to create a dance in his mem be a way of hiding: where is Pam Tan
is the task that the choreographer Pam ory, one that would honor their fami owitz in all this formal manipulation?
Tanowitz has set herself in her new ly’s heritage. She asked the composer Recently, she has been exploring older
work, “Song of Songs,” which recently David Lang to build a score for her texts. “Song of Songs” is the final dance
premièred at Bard’s Fisher Center. The dance around his 2014 composition “Just in a trilogy, which began with “New
poems, with their sensual exchanges be (After Song of Songs).” The piece took Work for Goldberg Variations” (2017).
tween lovers, famously make no men three years to make, time that Tanowitz “Four Quartets” (2018), to T. S. Eliot’s
tion of God, and have attracted centu spent “shopping for steps,” as she has poem, is the most popular, but I found
ries of commentary—Jewish, Christian, called this part of her process. She looked it overstuffed, its abstract dances vying
allegorical, feminist. But what about at old films of Jewish folk dances and for attention with a recitation of the
viewing the poems through dance; that works by Jewish choreographers, and text, images by Brice Marden, and music
by Kaija Saariaho. The show required
Tanowitz’s new piece is the last in a trilogy of dances responding to classic works. a distracting kind of multitasking,
72 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 25, 2022 PHOTOGRAPH BY THEA TRAFF
whereas “New Work for Goldberg Vari ilar is also at work in other elements of clines fleetingly on her lover, her neck
ations” felt less freighted, with dance the production. Lang’s libretto takes gives way: a hint of passion, but no more.
and Bach fully joined in a simple and words and phrases from the poems—we We realize that even love has been ab
beautiful exposition. never hear a full verse—and sets them stracted—pressed out. Emotion here
The acclaim of “Four Quartets” made to a soothingly hypnotic minimalist score. comes from an intensity of restraint rather
Tanowitz, at fortyeight, one of the most And, in a preshow talk, Tanowitz de than from surrender or sensuality. At
soughtafter choreographers in New York. scribed how she, the light artist Clifton first, I admired Tanowitz’s decorum, but
Commissions have flowed in, including Taylor, and the costumers Reid Bartelme there was a sameness to the beauty, and
from American Ballet Theatre, London’s and Harriet Jung had looked at images I began to feel that her method stood in
Royal Ballet, and New York City Ballet. of the Abuhav Synagogue, in Israel, with the way of her madness. How was all
The most recent of these is “Law of Mo its striking brightblue bimah, a dais this suppression going to convey the
saics,” to a score by Ted Hearne. As the from which the Torah is read, surrounded overwhelming experience of losing your
title suggests, the dance is made up of by benches. The production abstracts self in physical love, or God, or both?
fragments—particularly of Balanchine— this setting to a utilitarian blue circular The piece’s strangest moment came
but Tanowitz combines them in a way platform and bench, which demarcate toward the end. The woman suddenly
that gives the body great geometric lu the sacred space of dancing. The area is disappears and a new woman replaces
cidity. The key to the piece comes at the framed by walls made of fabric strips, al her, wearing a shiny unitard. A new man
end, in a solo for Sara Mearns, wearing lowing the dancers to poke through from immediately swings this woman almost
light blue against a dark backdrop so that the profane regions outside. Again, none wildly into a flying circle—the way that
she almost seems illuminated from of the religious context is there for the parents do with small kids. Soon, every
within. She moves back and forth in a seeing. These are secret sources. one seems to be in a shiny unitard. Are
long bourrée—a step best known from When a female lover (Melissa Too we in another realm? Is this twirling ex
“Swan Lake” but also much used by Bal good) appears, she wears a darker dress cess the erotic release? A community cel
anchine—which makes the body seem than her choral companions and col ebration? Tanowitz seemed to be going
to skim the ground. As Mearns traverses lapses repeatedly to the ground midstep, for an emotional leap, but by renouncing
the stage, her arms make gestures from a sign of her weakened, lovelorn spirit. her own language, so meticulous and re
old ballets: crossed in death, in prayer Upon this world of women come the fined, she left us stranded in cliché. The
position, a finger pointing. This goes on disruptive men: as they race into the sa dance came to a too easy close: another
until the repetition and the lack of con cred space, a male lover (Zachary Gonder) collective, huddled on the blue circle.
text make us feel an almost Beckettian joins the darkdressed woman in an ag As I left the theatre, I felt bewildered
emptiness—I can’t go on, I’ll go on—and itated dance of longing. As the first part by this juxtaposition of rigor and cliché
she simply lies down on the floor and comes to an end, we find the woman on and by the paradox of Tanowitz’s phys
the lights go dark: a beautiful statement her own, comfortingly circled by another ically exacting method—the source of
of meaninglessness. community on the blue platform. Bent her best dances and, for now, of her
over, they look up at her in sympathy, greatest emotional limits. Fusing so many
“ S ong of Songs” is a study in abstrac
tion. It begins with the formation
but she cannot raise her eyes.
In the dances that follow, there is no
voices makes getting inside the lovers’
experience harder, and the result is a
of a lyrical chorus in flowing costumes, overt eroticism. The most we get is the dance that is more about community
perhaps the “daughters of Jerusalem” woman’s hand fluttering like a heart on and peace than about erotic love. This
mentioned in the poems: a community her own shoulder. Even as the lyrics is calming, but peace is not the same as
of women. They perform a crossover step and the music move from “my head is love. I wanted more of the lovers—which
from a hora, but the folk character of the drenched in dew” to “open to me,” Tan may be a way of saying I wanted more
source material is gone. Something sim owitz holds back. When the woman re of Pam Tanowitz.
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