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DEBATING LONG COVID patients are an invaluable scientific and
journalistic resource. Khullar could have
I read with great interest Dhruv Khul- made a greater attempt to listen; there is
lar’s detailed account of the complex and plenty of signal in the noise.
sometimes contentious interactions be- Rachel Denison
tween health-care providers and advo- Cambridge, Mass.
cates for patients with COVID-19—par-
ticularly those suffering from possibly Khullar’s article purports to lay out a de-
related chronic illnesses (“The Damage bate between long-COVID patients and
Done,” September 27th). Some of the the medical establishment, but his ulti- JUST ANNOUNCED
misunderstandings between doctors and mate question seems to be how skepti-
patients may stem from medicine’s un- cal doctors should be of patients’ experi-
wieldy vocabulary. Khullar describes how
Diana Berrent, the forceful patient ad-
ences. He focusses on unusual problems
instead of conveying how debilitating the
Billi Eilish
vocate, implies that people with relatively most common symptoms—including
mild COVID infections can suffer “end- post-exertional malaise and fatigue—can talks with
stage organ failure”—total and irrevocable be. The main question, as I see it, is not
loss of function of a vital organ. The state- about the legitimacy of the disease. It is, A anda P t usich
ment’s implausibility makes Berrent seem rather: what is the U.S. going to do about
out of touch with science. But the error the growing group of people who have
is perhaps only a linguistic one.“End-organ been disabled in the prime of their lives—
damage,” a related but very different con- with no treatment and no social support?
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dition, is characterized by injury to any Corinne Zuhlke
organ at the end of the circulatory sup- Summit, N.J.
ply chain that starts at the heart. Such
damage is distressingly common in pa- ON LOVING PUNK
tients infected with COVID. It can certainly
become end-stage organ failure, but such What a treat it was to read Kelefa San-
an occurrence would be vanishingly rare neh’s recollections of the fading punk
in patients with mild infections. scene in Boston, where I’ve been a d.j.
David N. Howell for thirty-two years (“Part-Time Punk,”
Department of Pathology September 13th). I was at that ’91 Fugazi
Duke University Medical Center show and shopped at those record stores.
Durham, N.C. Aimee Mann rang me up at Newbury
Comics, where I regularly saw the late
I am a thirty-seven-year-old scientist in Ric Ocasek reading zines. Punk’s origi-
my eighteenth month as a long-COVID nal D.I.Y. aspects have been supplanted PHOTOGRAPH BY KELIA ANNE MACCLUSKEY
The poet, novelist, journalist, and artist Etel Adnan (pictured above, on the Brittany coast) was born in Beirut
in 1925. She grew up speaking Arabic and Greek at home, and was educated in French and English. In the
late nineteen-fifties, while working as a philosophy professor in Northern California, Adnan began to express
herself in a new language—painting—making luminous abstractions of the view of Mt. Tamalpais from her
home in Sausalito. On Oct. 8, the Guggenheim opens the exhibition “Etel Adnan: Light’s New Measure.”
PHOTOGRAPH BY OLIVIA ARTHUR
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MUSIC
tonk into the sonic fabric of his “opera in jazz.”
But he never loses sight of Blow’s anguish as
and the minimalist arrangements that have
long marked the imprint’s output are fin-
a victim of sexual abuse who is haunted by er-edged than usual; the tracks feel part of
same-sex longing. The disjointed scenarios one entity, not randomly flown in. Even so,
Boys Noize: “+/-” of Kasi Lemmons’s libretto trip up James some moments do stand out, as when Jonathan
ELECTRONIC As Boys Noize, the German Robinson and Camille A. Brown’s swiftly Kaspar smears the sounds of his instruments,
electronic producer and d.j. Alex Ridha has moving production, but the excellent leads or when Michael Mayer, unusually, evokes
straddled the pop sphere and the club un- (Will Liverman, Latonia Moore, Angel Blue) spaghetti Westerns.—Michaelangelo Matos
derground since 2004. On the heels of his turn in daring and vulnerable performances.
Grammy win—for co-producing Lady Gaga Yannick Nézet-Séguin, the Met’s music direc-
and Ariana Grande’s “Rain on Me”—his first tor, conducts loudly (Oct. 8 at 7). (Will Liv- Brian Wilson
studio album in five years, “+/-,” steps off the erman also finds time for a concert of Ravel, POP A baby-boomer drama plays out within
red carpet to focus, instead, on oddities of Rachmaninoff, and R. & B. at the Park Avenue the ranks of the Beach Boys. On one side is
dance music. This is a late-pandemic longing Armory, Oct. 10-11.)—O.Z. Mike Love, the singer who pilots the current
for the sweet thrills of club life. With a host incarnation of the band—recent headliners
of compelling characters in tow—the cellist of casinos, a trophy-hunting convention,
and singer Kelsey Lu, the polychromatic Nao: “And Then Life and, as if on cue, a Trump benefit. Brian
rappers Rico Nasty and Tommy Cash, the Was Beautiful” Wilson, the chief architect of the songs that
moody crooner Corbin, and the boisterous his former band massacres nightly, is left
pianist Chilly Gonzales—the album seems to The English singer-songwriter Nao’s
R. & B. to perform as a solo act. Love’s concerts
be gathering outsiders together to restore the subtly funky new album, “And Then Life are all bouncing balls and sing-alongs, but
communal power of clubbing.—Sheldon Pearce Was Beautiful,” is full of quietly self-as- even the Beach Boys’ most blissful moments
sured music about self-improvement. The were never in the service of glee so much
follow-up to “Saturn,” from 2018, this record as the solitude that lurks beneath the ve-
Carnegie Hall explores moments of transition, inspired by neer. “At My Piano,” Wilson’s forthcoming
CLASSICAL In the early weeks of the pandemic both the pandemic and the birth of Nao’s album, which features spare renditions of
lockdown, New Yorkers would throw open daughter, last spring. Many of the lessons his songs, traffics in these moody waters.
their windows each day at 7 P.M. to clap, holler, about personal growth come as conversa- This week, Wilson, joined by the simpatico
and bang on pots in a show of appreciation tions with lovers. She sings about learning Beach Boy alumni Al Jardine and Blondie
for frontline workers. The composer Valerie when to leave (“Messy Love”), learning Chaplin, plays the Capitol Theatre; Love’s
Coleman organizes that cacophony into a when to stay (“Wait”), and learning when Beach Boys headline there in the spring,
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noble chamber piece called “Seven O’Clock to move on (“Glad That You’re Gone”). But performing the same beloved songs to less
Shout,” which Yannick Nézet-Séguin and the on slow-chugging songs such as “Burn Out” haunted effect.—Jay Ruttenberg (Oct. 6.)
Philadelphia Orchestra perform as a kick- and “Nothing’s for Sure,” Nao looks within,
off to Carnegie Hall’s opening-night gala. taking a beat to simply calm her mind and
Filling out the concert are the overture to embrace change as necessary.—S.P.
Bernstein’s “Candide,” Iman Habibi’s “Jeder THE THEATRE
Baum spricht,” Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5,
and, with Yuja Wang, Shostakovich’s Piano “Total 21”
Concerto No. 2 (Oct. 6 at 7). Also playing: ELECTRONIC The Cologne, Germany, techno A Commercial Jingle for
Jonas Kaufmann (Oct. 9) and Lang Lang label Kompakt’s annual compilation series,
(Oct. 12) craft their Carnegie Hall recitals “Total,” began in 1999, but the label’s newest
Regina Comet
around recent album releases, and the Met edition is both its shortest and its most fo- This show has a glitzy-sounding distinction:
Orchestra Chamber Ensemble commences a cussed in a while. The flat four-on-the-floor it’s the first new musical to première in New
six-part series at Weill Recital Hall (Oct. 10). rhythms, leavened with a hint of disco swing, York City this year. Nonetheless, it’s a kind of
All programs run seventy to eighty minutes
with no intermissions.—Oussama Zahr
JAZZ
Joey DeFrancesco
JAZZ On his latest album, “More Music,” the Music as medicine is an old notion, but
masterly organist Joey DeFrancesco embraces
the role of musical multitasker, taking on few artists are trying harder than the
the trumpet, the tenor saxophone, the piano, multi-instrumentalist, singer, and com-
and vocal spots in addition to his customary poser Esperanza Spalding to find its cu-
keyboards. His tenor speaks with old-school
grit and his trumpet swaggers. The results rative properties. The jazz fusionist has
reflect his unshakable passion for the veri- spent her career experimenting, and her
ties of chicken-shack funk—a passion firmly latest project, Songwrights Apothecary
established by his decades of fervent organ
playing, channelling the Hammond B-3 giants Lab, treats musicianship as wellness re-
of yore—but they stamp the greasy Phila- search. The Lab sees sounds as ingredients
delphia-born style as his own. DeFrancesco that, when arranged in particular ways,
brings his talents to Lincoln Center’s intimate
Dizzy’s Club.—Steve Futterman (Oct. 7-10.) can induce specific, wholesome results.
Spalding’s bracing and modal new album,
RIGHT: ILLUSTRATION BY ANGIE KANG
“Fire Shut Up in My Bones” named for the space that produced it,
CLASSICAL Terence Blanchard’s “Fire Shut Up moves toward this utility, exploring how
in My Bones,” inspired by Charles M. Blow’s songs can improve our material reality on
memoir of the same name, is the first opera by a case-by-case basis. The Lab imagines
a Black composer that the Metropolitan Opera
OPPOSITE: MAGNUM;
has staged in its hundred-and-thirty-eight- music as signals sent to the brain, recal-
year history. Blanchard, both a trumpeter ibrating its chemistry. Almost like aural
and a film composer known for his scores for feng-shui, the arrangements in Spalding’s
Spike Lee joints, is a dab hand at creating
mood: he fluidly incorporates a gospel choir, song cycle channel energy flow, opening
a college step team, and a Louisiana honky- pathways to change.—Sheldon Pearce
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bittersweet yearning.—Elisabeth Vincentelli
(Through Oct. 31.)
DANCE
and, by slow degrees, make good.—Vinson watch that pit in your stomach be turned into tume historical, but this show, at the Joyce
Cunningham (Through Nov. 14.) art.—V.C. (Through Oct. 23.) Theatre, Oct. 5-17, treats the Lindy Hop as
alive. The creators and performers, called the
Braintrust—who, in addition to Teicher, in-
Hindsight Persuasion clude Nathan Bugh, Evita Arce, Macy Sullivan,
How to write a political play? This show, pre- Bubbles of grace rise to the surface in this and the extraordinary LaTasha Barnes—are
sented by Fault Line Theatre, at the Paradise new adaptation of Jane Austen’s final novel, highly knowledgeable about tradition yet open
Factory, and written by Alix Sobler—who thanks largely to delightful comic turns from to change, most visibly in a flexibility around
also stars, anxiously, as the Playwright—re- Annabel Capper, as Lady Russell, and from gender roles. In conversation with live music
veals just how fraught and difficult the job Caroline Grogan and Claire Hsu, as the sisters by the Eyal Vilner Big Band, they improvise
is, especially if you think politics depends Henrietta and Louisa Musgrove. But Bedlam’s the dance into our time.—B.S. (joyce.org)
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Chicago-based painter’s current exhibition at in which an octopus takes a human being as a American culture, signs on for a fur-trading
the Lehmann Maupin gallery is what Binion lover.—Andrea K. Scott (antonkerngallery.com) expedition up the Missouri River in country
describes as the work’s “under-conscious,” a belonging to the Blackfoot Confederacy—a
collage of photocopied images pairing personal mission that depends on the protection of a
history (the artist’s childhood home, his birth young Blackfoot woman named Teal Eye (Eliz-
certificate, the handwritten pages of his old MOVIES abeth Threatt), whom the men are returning
address book) with collective trauma (photo- to her family. Boone’s long-festering hatred of
documentation of lynchings). Seen from a “Indians” threatens the mission, but, as ever
distance, these expressively constructed, The Big Sky with Hawks, conflict feeds love—which proves
dense backgrounds provide an energetic foil Howard Hawks’s loose-limbed 1952 Western even more dangerous. The struggle with ene-
for the richly textured stripes, delicate lines, begins with the jaunty gunslinger Jim Deakins mies and the elements leaves its marks on Jim,
and undulating mosaic patterns that over- (Kirk Douglas) and the aggressive young pio- from a sprained ankle and a gunshot wound to
lay them. In the past, the artist has favored
sombre earth tones, and they are still present
here, uplifted by electric colors. In “Mod-
ern:Ancient:Brown,” the painting that lends AT THE GALLERIES
the exhibition its name, a multicolored mesh
plays optical tricks with splotchy squares of
vibrant pigment in sapphire, emerald, vio-
let, fuchsia, canary, and more: the “brown”
of the painting’s title refers to the color of
the artist’s skin. For forty years, Binion has
been exposing the fault lines of modernism by
inserting his subjectivity—his body, his biogra-
phy—into the supposedly objective form of the
grid.—Johanna Fateman (lehmannmaupin.com)
Jorge Pardo
Ten entropic paintings, an unusual chande-
lier, and a high-concept couch are among the
seductive elements of “All Bets Are Off,” the
eleventh show at the Petzel gallery by this Cu-
ban-born artist, who is now based in Mexico.
These works continue Pardo’s three-decade dis-
solution of the boundary between art and décor.
(The exhibition coincides with the release of
a handsome new book on the artist’s public
projects and commissions.) The paintings
derive their heft and fragmented appearance
from a digital process of image manipulation.
Their wide-ranging sources—including vin-
tage photographs, Spirograph doodles, and
pre-Columbian iconography—are engraved by Artists have been moonlighting as gallerists in New York City since
a laser onto plywood, then painted with acrylic. at least 1905, when Edward Steichen lent Alfred Stieglitz a studio, at
The aforementioned light fixture—a sculpture
titled “Gisela”—is the show’s ambience-es- 291 Fifth Avenue, that became a launchpad for the avant-garde. Now,
tablishing centerpiece. Made of wood, metal, at a moment when the words “gallery” and “dealership” are often used
and painted plastic pieces that evoke delicate interchangeably—as if works of art were cars on a lot—the audacious
alien vertebrae, it seems to hover and spin, an
extraterrestrial representative of Pardo’s vision artist Jamian Juliano-Villani has opened O’Flaherty’s, in cahoots with
of the Gesamtkunstwerk.—J.F. (petzel.com) her fellow-painter Billy Grant and the musician Ruby Zarsky. The
storefront space, situated at 55 Avenue C, announces its presence with
Yuli Yamagata a neon sign in a winningly garish turquoise. (Picture an Irish pub by
In 2004, the Anton Kern gallery organized an way of “Miami Vice.”) Juliano-Villani has said that her plan is “to show
unforgettable show titled “SCREAM,” iden- art that is not afraid of itself,” and the gallery’s inaugural exhibition,
tifying a new glam-grotesque aesthetic in the
work of young artists influenced by horror mov- “Dingle Does O’Flaherty’s” (on view through Oct. 8), certainly meets
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND O’FLAHERTY’S
ies. A sequel of sorts has arrived at the gallery: that criterion, spanning the fifty-year career of the Los Angeles ren-
“Sweet Dreams, Nosferatu,” the striking début egade Kim Dingle. The main room, strewn with cans of White Claw
of Yuli Yamagata, a wildly imaginative, thirty-
one-year-old Brazilian artist who’s fascinated by and broken scissors, suggests a wild party at which no one is checking
the macabre—from vampires to manga—and by I.D.s. The guests are painted porcelain figures of toddler-age girls—un-
the tension between revulsion and beauty. Of cannily lifelike tutu-clad statues, from 1993, that Dingle calls “Psycho
the twenty-one vividly colorful pieces on view
(through Oct. 23), the most seductive are at Tods.” (A photographic doppelgänger appears in the 2021 installation
once soft sculptures and paintings, sewn from “Wall Smasher 2,” pictured above.) Still under construction on my
silk, elastane, felt, patterned fabric, velvet, O’Flaherty’s visit was a clapback to the dealmaking sanctum known
and cloth that Yamagata hand-dyes using a shi-
bori technique, a nod to her Japanese ancestry. in gallery parlance as the “back room”: a secret clubhouse, behind a
The subjects of these big, perversely enticing locked door labelled “cool people.”—Andrea K. Scott
Sankofa
In Haile Gerima’s meticulous, urgent his-
torical drama, from 1993, a Black American
model named Mona (Oyafunmike Ogunlano)
poses for a fashion shoot at a castle in Ghana
where captive Africans were forced onto ships
for the Middle Passage. The castle’s spiritual
guardian (Kofi Ghanaba) calls Mona back to
the past—and not just metaphorically. She is
transformed into Shola, who is enslaved at a
sugarcane plantation in the American South.
The unromantic melodrama “Diary of a Mad Housewife,” from 1970—the There, the enslaved, despite the unspeakable
last of six films on which the screenwriter Eleanor Perry and the director brutality that they endure, organize with cour-
Frank Perry collaborated before their divorce—is a horror story about age and care to transmit their history orally,
from generation to generation—and to rise
the agonies that a woman endures at the hands of men, in marriage and up against their oppressors. Gerima details
adultery alike. (It’s streaming on the Criterion Channel.) The thirty- the complexity of the African diaspora with
something Manhattan couple Tina Balser (Carrie Snodgress) and her an extraordinary cast of characters, including
Nunu (Alexandra Duah), a griot with meta-
husband, Jonathan (Richard Benjamin), live in comfort; he’s a corporate physical powers; her light-skinned son, Joe
lawyer, and she stays home to raise their two daughters. But Jonathan, a (Nick Medley), a favorite of the plantation’s
COURTESY THE CRITERION COLLECTION
social climber desperately concerned with appearances, is a hypercritical white priest; Shango (Mutabaruka), a West
Indian medicine man whom Shola loves; and
fussbudget and a domestic martinet, and Tina seeks solace in an affair with Noble Ali (Afemo Omilami), who’s forced to
a brashly seductive novelist (Frank Langella) who turns out to be an ego- serve as an overseer. With this cinematic bear-
centric misogynist. Snodgress, brisk and flinty, thoughtful and impulsive, ing of witness, Gerima presents the recovery
of history and the preservation of collective
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endows Tina with the energy and the wiles of hunted prey. The Perrys’ memory as a crucial basis for vital art and
pugnacious vision of ambient emotional brutality is also diagnostic: sordid authentic culture.—R.B. (Streaming on Netflix.)
scenes at cocktail parties and fancy dinners lay bare unchallenged social
and professional norms that suddenly loom before Tina like nightmares. For more reviews, visit
Her awakening is the struggle of the times.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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fect consistency), bowls of cold dipping with miso improves on Nobu’s famous
sauce or pots of hot broth, and accoutre- dish by mellowing the sweetness. Nods
ments such as grated ginger or daikon. to pomp and circumstance—hand tow-
TABLES FOR TWO When you’re almost finished, you get a els magically expanded with a tableside
long-nosed pitcher of hot soba cooking pour of hot water, one large plush duck
Sarashina Horii water to add to your waning soup, to ex- meatball sizzling on a cast-iron slab, a
45 E. 20th St. tend both your virtue and your pleasure. spectacular display of extremely fresh
Now there’s a new kind of soba place sashimi—are subtly proffered in the
My first experience with soba, the thin in town, with a history that harks back Japanese style of understated service,
Japanese noodle made from buckwheat, a bit further than SoHo in the nineties. in deference, always, to the customer.
was at Honmura An, a temple of Zen Sarashina Horii, which opened in the But how are the famous noodles?
elegance in SoHo that, starting in 1991, Flatiron district in July, is an outpost of The ultra-clean-tasting sarashina noo-
made its noodles by hand, on the prem- a restaurant in Japan that has been serv- dles have a smooth texture that, on one
ises, for sixteen years. It was also the first ing soba since 1789, when a member of night, almost disappeared when they
PHOTOGRAPH BY MOLLY MATALON FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
time I had sea urchin, and Honmura An’s the Horii family, nine generations ago, seemed to be cooked a tad too far; on
soba with uni remains one of the forma- employed a method for milling only the another, they had just the right amount
tive (read: rapturous) meals of my life. core of the buckwheat seed, rather than of bite, providing a fine accompaniment
After that restaurant’s chef and owner, the entire groat, to produce a white flour to the soy-laced house broth or the mild
Koichi Kobari, closed shop, in 2007, and finer than the usual brown buckwheat, cold dipping sauce, livened up with rich
left for Tokyo (where he took over his resulting in a delicate white noodle. The additions—tender duck breast, meaty
father’s soba restaurant, Honmura-an), fact that this soba, called sarashina, was, mushrooms, lightly battered lobster
it wasn’t until Cocoron came along, a according to the menu, “favored by the tempura, glazed grilled eel. Both the
few years later, that I fell, again, for soba. Shogun family who lived in the Edo sarashina and the mori (traditional buck-
Far from Honmura An’s hushed rev- Castle, as well as Imperial Families,” is wheat) noodles fare generally better in
erence, the atmosphere at Cocoron, a clearly meant to impress us, too. the cold preparations, where they retain
tidy hole in the wall on Nolita’s Kenmare The dining-room design—in coun- their intended firmness, than in a hot
Street (one of a few locations over the terpoint to Sarashina Horii’s hundreds soup that keeps them cooking.
years), starts with its kooky, exuberant of years of history, and, most likely, in For dessert, order “the great tiramisu,”
menu. Full of pictures, charts, and quotes order to fit in with the highly competi- as one server put it. A small wooden box
from an unnamed source—“Get recovery tive in-the-now vibe of the surrounding is layered with deep-green matcha cake;
and energy if you’re not feeling well”; restaurants—swings modern-dramatic, thick, subtly sweet cream; and a blanket
“Toppings will always support you!”—it with moody, clandestine lighting, spare of matcha powder, grassy and slightly
dotes on how healthy and delightful its furniture, a glimpse of a manicured rock bitter, like a sprinkling of nature. (Soba
many dishes, such as the ethereally silken garden, and a canopy of what could even dishes $16-$41.)
homemade tofu and the rich, spicy Mera be noodles dancing overhead. —Shauna Lyon
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THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT vote alone had been verified several cluding, perhaps, a 2024 race in which
COUNT ON IT times.) Fuelling their concern was the Trump’s name is on the ballot. We have
fact that Cyber Ninjas had never con- seen too much of this form of main-
rises, at least of the American va- ducted an election audit, and that it is streaming of the absurd in recent years
C riety, sometimes announce them-
selves long before the fact, like a save-
led by Doug Logan, who openly pro-
moted allegations of voter fraud. Those
to note every example, but its origins
likely lie in Trump’s fixation on Barack
the-date notice for a future cataclysm. officials are no doubt relieved by the Obama’s birth certificate. In that case,
The decade before the Civil War was outcome. But, as was to be expected, once the birther myths were finally dis-
so rife with talk about potential con- Donald Trump, for whom all facts are pelled, Trump pivoted to congratulat-
flict over slavery that the shots fired relative, rejected the findings. He told ing himself for forcing people to get to
at Fort Sumter seemed almost a self- a crowd at a Save America rally in Geor- the bottom of the issue. In effect, he
fulfilling prophecy. Prior to the 2008 gia, “We won on the Arizona foren- recast a conspiracy theory as a legiti-
housing crisis, several analysts recog- sic audit yesterday at a level that you mate inquiry resolved by legitimate
nized that market conditions could wouldn’t believe.” means. The danger is the probability
potentially culminate in a catastrophic A more subtle mind than Trump’s that some illegitimate future inquiry
crash. For many years, scientists have would see the futility of having a ques- will be used to achieve illegitimate ends.
sounded alarms about rising tempera- tionable firm undertake an unneces- The groundwork for this is more ad-
tures and emerging viruses. The com- sary recount only to offer findings that vanced than we care to contemplate.
mon theme in these warnings is our are counter to his immediate interests. Trump’s defeat, by more than seven
collective unwillingness to address But the point of the exercise, and of million votes, was taken to be a sign
them beforehand. At present, this ap- others like it taking place across the that the most anti-democratic forces he
pears to be the situation regarding Amer- country, is not so much to delegitimize represented would also be vanquished.
ican democracy. the past election as it is to normalize The failed January 6th insurrection,
Late last month, forty-six weeks specious reviews of future ones—in- which he encouraged and which sent
after voting in the 2020 Presidential his own Vice-President scrambling to
election had concluded, Republicans escape a mob threatening to lynch him,
in the Arizona State Senate unveiled seemed a fitting epitaph for his Presi-
the results of a so-called audit of more dency, and for the malice and the chaos
than two million ballots cast in Mar- that it engendered. His own incompe-
icopa County. The recount, which they tence had proved a great asset to Amer-
had commissioned from the Florida- ican democracy. Since his loss, however,
based firm Cyber Ninjas, determined more efficient actors have stepped up
that President Joe Biden had not only to do his bidding.
won the county but had done so by After Georgia’s Republican secre-
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
three hundred and sixty more votes tary of state, Brad Raffensperger, re-
than was previously known. Both Dem- fused to throw the Georgia vote in
ocratic and Republican officials in Mar- Trump’s favor, the G.O.P.-controlled
icopa County had denounced the re- state legislature passed a bill diminish-
count, fearing that it would be used to ing the authority of his office, and giv-
cast further doubt on the most thor- ing itself greater control over the way
oughly scrutinized and legitimate elec- elections are administered. The leg-
tion in recent history. (The county’s islature now has the power to, among
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other things, challenge election offi- ing, in Bush v. Gore, whose partisan im- vantage of their control of those cham-
cials. Bills that restrict voting access plications were regarded by many peo- bers. Countering voter-suppression ef-
have been passed in at least seventeen ple as a judicial coup, but whose pre- forts, more than twenty-five states have,
other states this year. Meanwhile, Re- scriptions were nonetheless adhered to in fact, passed bills expanding access to
publicans in Wisconsin and in Penn- by the Democrat who had won the pop- the ballot. These measures desperately
sylvania have initiated investigations ular vote but lost the Presidency. Now need to be augmented by federal voting-
along the lines of the Arizona recount— consider a scenario in which a Demo- rights legislation that is currently being
representatives from both states paid crat wins the election, and Republi- held hostage by the debate over filibus-
visits to Maricopa County. (Similar ef- can-controlled legislatures dispute the ter reform.
forts in Georgia and in Michigan re- results in their states. The dangers are In an op-ed for the Washington
sulted in no changes to the election obvious and, given the precedent of Jan- Post, published in June, Senator Kyrsten
outcomes.) Most bizarrely, the Texas uary 6th, include the potential for vio- Sinema, Democrat of Arizona, justi-
secretary of state’s office announced lence. It’s not encouraging that one of fied her support for the filibuster, say-
that it will conduct a review of the 2020 the lessons of the Republican-led op- ing that it forces legislative minorities
results in Dallas, Harris, Tarrant, and position to vaccine mandates and other and majorities to find compromises
Collin counties, even though Trump public-health measures is that, in mo- on legislation. But Senate Republicans
carried the state by more than six hun- ments of crisis, not even the logic of self- have used it to prevent the For the Peo-
dred thousand votes. Last week, county preservation can be relied on. (Early in ple Act, which Sinema co-sponsored,
recounts in Idaho conducted after Mike the pandemic, the lieutenant governor from even coming to the floor for de-
Lindell, the MyPillow C.E.O., alleged of Texas, Dan Patrick, said, in defiance bate. Sinema’s own state is the clearest
fraud, found slightly fewer votes for of shutdowns, “There are more impor- example of what is at stake. We may yet
Trump than were initially reported. tant things than living.”) avert a full-fledged constitutional cri-
The 2000 Presidential election came All this Trumpist fervor points to sis, but, should one arrive, we can’t say
down to disputed results in Florida, and the importance of the Democrats in the we never saw it coming.
was resolved by a Supreme Court rul- House and the Senate taking full ad- —Jelani Cobb
DEPT. OF INSINUATION In 2010, Morris, a former political box Off Broadway theatre, took a seat
CUOMO OFF BROADWAY consultant, pleaded guilty to a violation in the fourth row, and opened a binder
of New York securities law, for a multi- titled “A Turtle on a Fence Post: A New
million-dollar kickback scheme involv- Musical Comedy.” Morris had hired
ing the state’s pension fund. “I spent two two recent graduates of the Tisch
years, two months, two weeks, and two School of the Arts, Austin Nuckols
days upstate in prison,” he said. “But and Lily Dwoskin, to write twenty-
who’s counting?” The man who put him three songs ranging from tearjerker
ll politics is performance, but New there was Cuomo, then New York’s at- ballads (“Alone in the Dark”) to campy
A Yorkers seem particularly suscepti-
ble to shtick. Rudolph Giuliani milked
torney general. To hear some tell it, Mor-
ris may have been railroaded into tak-
cabaret numbers (“Kangaroo Court,”
“Jewish Guilt”). Morris wrote the book,
the role of America’s mayor for more than ing the plea—yet he would never say letting his characters, including one
a decade before fading into mascara- this, at least not on the record, because, named Hank Morris, insinuate what
streaked ignominy. It was New York’s tab- per his plea agreement, he’s not allowed he can’t. (Such as: “Cuomo wanted to
loids that first made a star of Donald to. (The script for the musical contains run for governor and needed a scalp, a
Trump. And then there’s Andrew Cuomo, a legal disclaimer: “This work is . . . notch on his political belt.”) “I proba-
whose televised coronavirus briefings were a fictionalized story inspired by true bly should have told this story sooner,
so popular that he won a special Emmy— events. . . . The author also does not deny, before people forgot who I was,” the
only to have it revoked nine months later, either directly or indirectly, any provi- real Morris said.
when he resigned in disgrace. “I never sion or statement of his Plea Agree- Morris’s friends in prison included
thought it would last,” Hank Morris said ment.”) “You go through this whole pro- the rapper Ja Rule (“friendliest guy
the other day, of Cuomo’s brief national cess, you’re on the cover of the New York you’ll ever meet”) and the wide receiver
run as leading man. “I flipped him on for Post in handcuffs, but you never really Plaxico Burress (“I’m as against guns
five minutes and went, ‘Give me a fuck- get to have your say, because the law- as anyone, but the only person he shot
ing break.’” Through the years, Cuomo yers are always telling you to keep your was himself ”), but his best friend was
has provided good cause for Schaden- fucking mouth shut,” he said. The a non-celebrity who went by the name
freude to many people, but there may be show—which he wrote under the pen Q. In the musical, Q largely forms the
no one with as elaborate a rationale as name 11R0731, his inmate number—is basis for Z, a prisoner with biceps of
Morris. “If anybody asked what happened his say, in two acts. steel and a heart of gold. Onstage,
to me, I would basically go, ‘You wouldn’t Morris was walking down Forty-first David Aron Damane, who plays Z,
believe me if I told you,’” he said. “So in- Street, white hair flapping in the wind. and Garth Kravits, who plays Morris,
stead I turned it into a musical.” He ducked in the stage door of a black- were rehearsing a scene: Z’s going-away
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party. At the end, Damane stands on whether Eddie, who died in October,
a table to deliver his swan song, “There’s 2020, of cancer, was indeed Wolfgang’s
a Light.” (“There’s a light even in the father. (“I’m super curious how home-
darkest shadow / My new life starts boy got a sample of my dna to test
when I am out those gates.”) “I was these ‘theories,’ ” Wolfgang tweeted.)
playing with imagery of light and dark- Valerie Bertinelli, it turns out,
ness,” Morris explained. “I don’t know had a chance at a role on “Friends,”
if that comes across.” as Carol, Ross’s pregnant ex-wife, but
Afterward, the director, Gabriel she didn’t take the meeting. “My rea-
Barre, gathered all seven actors onstage. son was pathetic,” she wrote in her
“We’re working with a range of tones 2008 memoir. “I felt too fat to stand
in this show, from crazy vaudeville to next to Jennifer Aniston, Courteney
kitchen-table drama,” he said. “People Cox, and Lisa Kudrow.” Her son un-
might come out and say, ‘That didn’t derstands: “We could both really use
know what it wanted to be, a play or a a dose of confidence.” Van Halen has
musical.’ Who cares! We’re telling our been performing professionally since
story.” Kate Loprest, who plays Mor- he was fifteen, when he replaced Mi-
ris’s ex-wife, Leslie, reported that she’d chael Anthony as the bassist in the
just finished an hour-long Zoom call Wolfgang Van Halen band Van Halen, touring (and later
with the real Leslie. “She feels betrayed recording) with his father, his uncle
by the legal system, by due process, by to embark on a private, off-hours tour Alex, and David Lee Roth. More re-
all these things she and Hank had al- of the Friends Experience, an “inter- cently, he sang and played every in-
ways believed in,” Loprest said, look- active celebration” of the show, in Gram- strument on Mammoth’s self-titled
ing a bit shaken. “I’m going to really ercy Park. (Tickets usually start at forty- début LP, which went to No. 1 on Bill-
internalize that.” five dollars.) Van Halen was dressed all board’s Top Rock Albums and Hard
Act II of “Turtle” opens with a song in black: shorts, T-shirt, a Mammoth Rock Albums charts.
called “There’s Always a Second Act,” hoodie, and two masks. Despite being One thing Van Halen has confidence
sung by the ensemble. The song is re- the son of the late guitar god Eddie in: his “Friends” knowledge. “Nobody
prised later, in a number called “New Van Halen, he is an unlikely rock star. can beat me at ‘Friends’ trivia,” he said.
York Tough,” by a villainous ex-gover- A self-described “dork” who struggles Walking through the eighteen-room
nor. (“They won’t try to impeach/’Cause with anxiety, he doesn’t drink or smoke Friends Experience, a warren of Insta-
I’ll be off at the beach / Buying time or do drugs. “I do not have the person- gram ops, he expounded on the props
for my second act.”) “I do think he’s ality type required for my job,” Van and costumes on display. For instance:
gonna run again,” Morris said, of Halen said softly, hands tucked into “Ross can’t find a Santa costume, so he
Cuomo. “He’s like a banana-republic his sweatshirt pockets. gets an armadillo costume to try and
dictator hiding out in the hills, biding During downtime on the road—his teach his son about Hanukkah.”
his time.” Meanwhile, Morris has an- band was opening stadium shows for He gravitated toward a vitrine con-
other idea for a musical: the life of Al Guns N’ Roses—he usually likes to play taining Phoebe’s acoustic guitar, on
Sharpton. “I’ve known him for years,” the video game Apex Legends with his which she performed the ditty “Smelly
Morris said. “He’s got an amazing char- band’s guitarist Frank Sidoris. For to- Cat.” The headstock bore the Gibson
acter arc, and he certainly likes the day’s outing, Van Halen was joined by logo, but Van Halen was doubtful. “It
spotlight. We could be working on it Sidoris, Van Halen’s uncle and “con- just looks like a stage prop,” he said.
right now if he would just return my sigliere” Patrick Bertinelli, and seven He recorded a couple of tracks on the
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fucking calls.” others. Growing up in Los Angeles, Mammoth album with his dad’s red,
—Andrew Marantz Van Halen would often watch “Friends” white, and black Frankenstein guitar,
on DVD with his mom, the actress Val- a copy of which is in the National Mu-
DEPT. OF FANDOM erie Bertinelli, after school. “I remem- seum of American History, in Wash-
AMONG FRIENDS ber watching the finale live,” he said, ington, D.C.
flashing back to 2004. “That makes me Van Halen moved on to the gift
feel so old.” Van Halen is thirty. shop. Because the exhibition was tech-
The musician, who still lives in L.A., nically closed, no one was there to work
said that his favorite “Friends” charac- the register. Still, Van Halen eyed a
ter is Chandler Bing, played by Mat- cotton tote bearing the words “CRAP
thew Perry. “Chandler is one of the BAG.” He explained the reference: it
olfgang Van Halen, the front main reasons I’m a sarcastic person,” involved Paul Rudd’s character, Mike,
W man of the band Mammoth
WVH, settled into an armchair in a
Van Halen said. He offered, as evidence
of his sarcasm, his Twitter account, on
adopting the name Crap Bag. Van
Halen said that as soon as he got back
replica of Central Perk, the coffee shop which he enjoys sparring with trolls, to the tour bus he planned to go on-
on the sitcom “Friends.” He was about such as JokersWild45, who questioned line and buy one. “It’s just funny: a bag
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said. “I’ll carry my groceries in there.” devoting more time to his hobbies. They of the victims.
—Mark Yarm buy a lot in Wilmington and move there Pinnick hangs out in churches to
six years later. build up his network. “These damn Bap
OVERDUE MEMORIAL Rosedale, Queens, New York, 2017: tists—I ain’t got time for two and a half
INHERITANCE Hesketh (Nate) Brown, Jr., can tell you hours of your preaching,” he says, laugh
that people in his family tend to be ex ing. “I favor going to Bible studies in
tremely good at crossword puzzles, in the middle of the week, or Sunday
cline toward sobriety, and display a cer schools.” He’s on Ancestry nonstop.
tain assiduousness toward whatever it One day, he finds a family tree that Nate
is they’re doing, whether it be walking Brown has constructed with his mother.
four miles to save a dollar bus fare or It suggests that Brown’s greatgreatgrand
ilmington, North Carolina, 1898: chopping onions for his greataunt’s fa father was Joshua Halsey. “I’m, like, ‘Yes,
W Just after Election Day, white
supremacists affiliated with the Dem
mous limabean soup. He doesn’t know
much else about his background. When
this is him,’” Pinnick recalls. “I was able
to reach out to him, and now I’m play
ocratic Party murder dozens of Black his mother’s three siblings die in quick ing the waiting game: Is he gonna re
people in the streets and take over the succession, Brown decides to buy her a spond in a couple of days, in a couple
local government. They banish the city’s subscription to Ancestry.com for Christ of months? Does he even look at his
most successful Black men and a few mas. He sees it as “a leisure thing, a com Ancestry account?”
of their white allies, creating a diaspora forting thing, so my mother will be able Rosedale, Queens, New York, 2020:
that stretches from Washington, D.C. to see the sides of our family, and it will Brown sees Pinnick’s message almost
(where Armond Scott will become a give her a little more closure.” immediately. The information doesn’t
municipal judge), to Whitesboro, New Wilmington, North Carolina, 2019: surprise him; after getting the Ancestry
Jersey (where Black exiles from Wil Upon moving to Wilmington, Tim subscription, Brown came across an 1898
mington will create a selfreliant com Pinnick finds out about the 1898 mas article from a white newspaper that re
munity), and Boston (where Thomas sacre. He joins the New Hanover County counted his greatgreatgrandfather’s
McKeller will pose for John Singer Sar Community Remembrance Project, death by gunshot wound “in the fight
gent). Before the coup, Wilmington is which local racialjustice advocates have between the whites and blacks” and noted
a majorityBlack city, with about eleven launched to honor the victims. Eight of that sworn testimony from white witnes
thousand Black residents. Within two their identities are known: Silas Brown, ses “will prove conclusively that the ne
years, the city has lost nearly a thou John L. Gregory, Joshua Halsey, Wil groes were the aggressors.” Later, he reads
sand Black people. liam Mazon, Samuel McFarland, John other sources of information, including
North Aurora, Illinois, 2010: Tim Townsell, Daniel Wright, and a man a painfully detailed account of Halsey’s
Pinnick, a trackandfield coach, and whose last name was Bizzell. As part of being shot as he fled, written by a white
his wife, Rosemary, a school adminis the project, Pinnick and a team of vol resident. “When I told my family what
trator, start thinking about retirement. unteers—working in conjunction with I found, we kind of celebrated it,” Brown
They want to live somewhere that’s by the Equal Justice Initiative, which seeks says. “We just found out someone was
the water and not Florida. An amateur to confront the legacy of racial terror brutally murdered, and my greatgreat
genealogist who has written extensively nationwide, and using research provided grandmother was forced to suffer as a
about historical African American news by the Third Person Project—attempt result. And we’re relieved in some way,
and I just couldn’t get why. But I’m guess
ing it was some sort of closure.”
Since discovering the coup, Brown
has devoted himself to “aggressively
studying the effects it’s had on my fam
ily.” Joshua Halsey’s widow, Sallie, even
tually moved to Summit, New Jersey,
where she raised Brown’s grandmother,
Juanita Cato, and died in 1940, at the
age of ninety. Learning about the trauma
that his grandmother inherited has
helped Brown understand some things
about her. “The most telling aspect of
it is resolve,” he says, recalling how she
walked everywhere well into her eight
ies. He continues, “My grandmother
“Mmm . . . so then I leave the house, and we spend was the sweetest thing on two legs, and
eight hours apart, and we actually look forward to seeing each she used to watch sports on TV. A bas
other at the end of the day. Should I keep going?” ketball game would be on, and she’d say,
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‘Who’s playing?’ And I would say, ‘Oh, little exercise, returning to something
Grandma, it’s the Knicks and the Char- that you’d been doing for a year, and
lotte Hornets.’ And she’d say, ‘Well, who’s then you had two years off,” he said. He
got the most Blacks?’ I’d say the Knicks, jumped up and went into another room
and that’s the team she would go for. to grab a different guitar, a modified 1934
And it was odd, because there was noth- C-2 Archtop that Martin later made
ing of hate in her anywhere. She was into a custom edition named after Dan-
just rooting for Blacks to be O.K., and iels. “This,” he said, stroking the gleam-
I understand that now.” ing wood.
Wilmington, North Carolina, 2021: Guitar playing helped Daniels get
The New Hanover County Commu- through the pandemic and the Presi-
nity Remembrance Project has made dential election, as well as some earlier
contact with relatives of three of the bouts of anxiety. He first started play-
eight known victims. A memorial cer- ing after he moved to New York, in 1976,
emony is planned for November 6th. when he spent many nights alone, writ-
(A GoFundMe campaign supporting ing songs in his apartment at Seventh
the event has raised close to six thou- Avenue and Twenty-third Street. He Jeff Daniels
sand dollars.) Nate Brown will be there, was largely self-taught, and eventually
accompanied by members of his fam- started performing in midsize clubs. MAGA campaign. Last year, Daniels
ily. “A lot of people want to go,” he says. “With the blues, you can sound good played James Comey in “The Comey
“We’ve talked about taking an R.V.” He really fast,” he said. He brushed his fin- Rule,” on Showtime, which plumbed
continues, “I realize now that I play a gers over the strings and produced a the former F.B.I. director’s attempt to
part in what Tim Pinnick and others loud twang. “You can just do that and stand up to Trump. In “American Rust,”
are doing down there. What I have that everybody thinks you’re a genius.” based on Philipp Meyer’s novel, Dan-
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they don’t have is the DNA.” During the lockdown, he held sev- iels stars as Del Harris, the police chief
—Lauren Collins enty-two live-stream performances from of a small town in Fayette County, Penn-
his primary home, in Chelsea, Michi- sylvania, where the landscape is littered
CHARACTER STUDIES gan, where he grew up and where he with idle steel plants and the locals
LIKE ATTICUS now lives with his wife and two Aus- struggle with eviction, violence, and
tralian shepherds, Magglio and Scout. general hopelessness. “These people, if
He performed his own pieces and cov- they aren’t at the bottom, they can see
ers of his favorite folk and blues tracks, it from where they are,” Daniels said.
for venues that were shuttered by the “And that’s not just south Pennsylva-
pandemic. His two sons worked the nia. All over the country there are peo-
audio and camera. Last October, he ple like that. And a lot of ’em are white,
he actor Jeff Daniels recently re- began putting together an album based you know?”
T turned to his pied-à-terre in Man-
hattan after a long pandemic absence.
on his pandemic streams, called “Alive
and Well Enough.” “I needed one big
He went on, starting to channel At-
ticus Finch, “I grew up in a white town,
“It’s a little like walking into a dead per- song at the end, and I really wanted to in a white atmosphere with a white ed-
son’s apartment,” he said the other day deal with what was going on, going into ucation and all that stuff. I know these
over Zoom. “Except you’re the one who’s the election,” he said. He recruited the guys. I am one of these guys.” When he
dead.” Daniels was lounging on a rum- Detroit blues singer Thornetta Davis to heard about Meyer’s book, Daniels kept
pled couch in a purple T-shirt he hadn’t help write and sing “I Am America,” a it in the back of his mind, waiting for
seen since 2019, his fingers hovering gently demanding civil-rights ballad. the right moment. “When I could ac-
over the strings of a Martin acoustic “This is not just a song—this is a prayer,” tually get something made, I said, ‘Let’s
guitar. A pair of round rimless specta- he told Davis. “This is a plea, from you. try to get “American Rust” made—I
cles slid down his nose. From people of color. To, you know, think I can nail that guy,’” he said.
Like millions of people last year, Dan- ‘hear my voice.’” After a few more songs, including
iels had been barred from his workplaces, Daniels can sometimes seem to in- his minor hit “Trumpty Dumpty Blues,”
which included Broadway, for “To Kill habit his characters offstage—like a re- Daniels put the guitar away. It was time
a Mockingbird” (he stars as Atticus verse Method actor. Some of Daniels’s to take out Magglio and Scout. Dan-
Finch), and the set of a new Showtime roles have explored a particular theme: iels insists on walking them himself.
series, “American Rust.” The series re- why the country is so polarized that “That’s part of the glamour, to be a fa-
sumed shooting this past March, in west- millions of people voted for Donald mous actor in Central Park with a plas-
ern Pennsylvania, and wrapped in Au- Trump. In 2012, as the moralizing news tic bag of—you know, bending over to
gust, and Daniels came back to New anchor Will McAvoy on HBO’s “The get it out of the Central Park grass,” he
York in September for a month of re- Newsroom,” his rant about the demise said. He sighed as he prepared to get
hearsals for “Mockingbird,” which starts of American greatness—intended as up. “I hope they poop.”
up again this week. “It’s an interesting a call for sanity—eerily presaged the —Sheelah Kolhatkar
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ANNALS OF SCIENCE As the White Queen, in “Through the
Looking Glass,” said to Alice, it is never
GREEN DREAM
jam today, it is always jam tomorrow.
The accelerating climate crisis makes
fusion’s elusiveness more than cutely
Is limitless clean energy finally approaching? maddening. Solar energy gets more ef-
ficient and affordable each year, but it’s
BY RIVKA GALCHEN not continuously available, and it still
relies on gas power plants for distribu-
tion. The same is true for wind power.
Conventional nuclear power has ex-
tremely well-known disadvantages. Car-
bon capture, which is like a toothbrush
for the sky, is compelling, but after you
capture a teraton or two of carbon there’s
nowhere to put it. All these tools figure
extensively in decarbonization plans laid
out by groups like the Intergovernmen-
tal Panel on Climate Change, but, ac-
cording to those plans, even when com-
bined with one another the tools are
insufficient. Fusion remains the great
clean-energy dream—or, depending on
whom you ask, pipe dream.
Fusion, theoretically, has no scarcity
issues; our planet has enough of fusion’s
primary fuels, heavy hydrogen and lith-
ium, which are found in seawater, to last
thirty million years. Fusion requires no
major advances in batteries, it would be
available on demand, it wouldn’t cause
the next Fukushima, and it wouldn’t be
too pricey—if only we could figure out
all the “details.” (A joke I heard is that
fusion operates according to the law of
the “conservation of difficulty”: when
one problem is solved, a new one of equal
difficulty emerges to take its place.) The
details are tremendously complex, and
et’s say that you’ve devoted your en- they did that, too, by making “bottles” the people who work to figure them out
L tire adult life to developing a carbon-
free way to power a household for a year
out of strong magnetic fields. When those
magnetic bottles leaked—because, as
have for years been dealing with their
own scarcities—scarcities of funding and
on the fuel of a single glass of water, and one scientist explained, trying to contain scarcities of faith. Fusion, as of now, has
that you’ve had moments, even years, plasma in a magnetic bottle is like try- no place in the Green New Deal.
when you were pretty sure you would ing to wrap a jelly in twine—they had In 1976, the U.S. Energy Research
succeed. Let’s say also that you’re not to devise further ingenious solutions, and, and Development Administration pub-
crazy. This is a reasonable description of again and again, they did. Over decades, lished a study predicting how quickly
many of the physicists working in the in the pursuit of nuclear fusion, scien- nuclear fusion could become a reality,
field of nuclear fusion. In order to reach tists and engineers built giant metal depending on how much money was
this goal, they had to find a way to heat doughnuts and Gehryesque twisted coils, invested in the field. For around nine
matter to temperatures hotter than the they “pinched” plasmas with lasers, and billion a year in today’s dollars—de-
center of the sun, so hot that atoms es- they constructed fusion devices in ga- scribed as the “Maximum Effective Ef-
sentially melt into a cloud of charged rages. For thirty-six years, they have been fort”—it projected reaching fusion en-
particles known as plasma; they did that. planning and building an experimental ergy by 1990. The scale descended to
They had to conceive of and build con- fusion device in Provence. And yet com- about a billion dollars a year, which the
tainers that could hold those plasmas; mercially viable nuclear-fusion energy study projected would lead to “Fusion
Never.” “And that’s about what’s been
Commercially viable nuclear fusion has always remained just a bit farther on. spent,” the British physicist Steven Cow-
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ley told me. “Pretty close to the maxi- dents which he organizes each year around Vulcan. In the next iteration of the class,
mum amount you could spend in order a different practical problem in fusion. those ideas evolved into a design called
to never get there.” “I’ve always wanted to expose my stu- ARC, for “affordable, robust, and com-
dents not only to the science questions pact.” (This also happens to be the name
“ T odespondent,”
be honest, I was feeling pretty
Dennis Whyte, the
but also to the technology questions,” he
said. In 2008, he asked his students to
of the personal fusion device of the bil-
lionaire industrialist Tony Stark, in the
fifty-seven-year-old director of the design a device that would pump helium “Iron Man” movies.) ARC would use an
Plasma Science and Fusion Center, at but not hydrogen—in most approaches ordinary salt to translate its heat onto
M.I.T., said. “And I was seeing that de- to fusion, hydrogen is the fuel, and he- an electrical grid. It would be modular,
spondency in the faces of my students, lium is, in effect, the ash. “Helium is one for easy maintenance. It would not be
too.” It was 2013, and M.I.T.’s experimen- of the hardest things to pump in the pe- able to recycle its own fuel. It was a
tal fusion device had lost its Department riodic table, because it’s so inert,” Whyte “good enough” machine. But the use of
of Energy funding, for no clearly stated said. The class came up with several very H.T.S. magnets made it about the size
reason. The field of nuclear fusion, as a clever ideas. None of them was successful. of a conventional power plant—a tenth
whole, was still moving forward, but ag- “We’re still working on that one,” he said. the size of ITER.
onizingly slowly. iter, an enormous fu- The next year, something happened Physicists from both classes later
sion device being built in southern France, that Whyte credits with restoring his formed a group that modified the arc
in an international collaboration, was pro- interest in fusion. “I had passed my col- design. The new model was two-thirds
gressing—the schedule is for ITER to league Leslie in the hall, and he was the size and intended to be ready as soon
demonstrate net fusion energy in 2035, holding a bundle of what looked like as possible—SPARC. SPARC would be the
and the majority of plasma physicists the spoolings of a cassette tape,” he said. prototype that demonstrated the con-
have high confidence that it will work— It was a relatively new material: ribbons cept; ARC would be a long-lasting power
but Whyte knew that it wasn’t going to of high-temperature superconductor. plant capable of delivering affordable
deliver affordable energy to the public in Superconductors are materials that offer energy to the grid.
his lifetime, and maybe not in his students’ little to no resistance to the flow of elec- There were real reasons for skepti-
lifetimes, either. “ITER is scientifically in- tricity; for this reason, they make ide- cism. H.T.S. is fragile—it remained to
teresting. But it’s not economically inter- ally efficient electromagnets, and mag- be seen if it could even be made into a
esting,” Whyte said. “I almost retired.” nets are the key component in tokamaks. hardy magnet, and, if it could, how well
Whyte is a gentle giant from Sas- A high-temperature superconductor— that magnet would endure bombard-
katchewan, Canada. “If you’ve ever been well, it opened up new possibilities, in ment by charged particles. Plus, H.T.S.
to the middle of nowhere, that’s where the way that the vulcanization of rub- was not yet commercially available at
I grew up,” he told me. His family were ber opened up possibilities in the mid- sufficient scale and performance. “But
farmers and electricians. By the time he nineteenth century. The superconduc- those were engineering barriers, not sci-
was in the fifth grade, he knew he wanted tor material that Whyte’s colleague was entific barriers,” Whyte said. “That class
to be a scientist, and in the eleventh holding could in theory make a much really changed my mind about where
grade he wrote a term paper on that wild more effective magnet than had ever we were in fusion.”
idea which often appeared in science existed, resulting in a significantly smaller Fusion scientists often speak of
fiction—near-boundless energy gener- and cheaper fusion device. “Every time waiting for a “Kitty Hawk moment,”
ated by the fusing of two atoms, as hap- you double a magnetic field, the volume though they argue about what would
pens in stars. “I remember getting that of the plasma required to produce the constitute one. Only in retrospect do
paper back, and my teacher saying, ‘Great same amount of power goes down by a we view the Wright brothers’ Flyer as
job, but it’s too complicated.’” Whyte factor of sixteen,” Whyte explained. Fu- the essential breakthrough in manned
went on to major in engineering and sion happens when a contained plasma f light. Hot-air balloons had already
physics at the University of Saskatche- is heated to more than a hundred mil- achieved flight, of a kind; gliders were
wan; for his Ph.D., he attended a new lion degrees. Whyte asked his class to around, too, though they couldn’t take
plasma-physics program at the Univer- use this new material to design a com- off or land without a catapult or a leap.
sity of Quebec, where he worked in pact fusion power plant of at least five One of the Wright brothers’ first manned
a government-funded fusion lab. “I hundred megawatts, enough to power flights lasted less than a minute—was
thought, Great: I’ll learn French and get a small city: “I was not sure what we that flight? An A.P. reporter said, of
to work on a tokamak,” he said, refer- would find with H.T.S., but I knew it that event, “Fifty-seven seconds, hey?
ring to the large doughnut-shaped ma- would be innovative.” If it had been fifty-seven minutes, then
chine whose design is commonly used The physicists Bob Mumgaard, Dan it might have been a news item.”
for fusion devices. Later, Whyte took a Brunner, and Zach Hartwig were in
job at a lab in San Diego. He intended that class. The power plant that they ur sun is a fusion engine. So are
to return home eventually, but in 1997
Canada cancelled its fusion program. “I
came up with was in most respects fa-
miliar. At its center would be a dough-
O all the stars.
But we discovered that fusion pow-
was stranded in the U.S.,” he said. nut-shaped tokamak, not unlike the type ered the stars only about a hundred years
At M.I.T., Whyte teaches an engi- that Whyte had worked with as a grad- ago, when the British physicist Arthur
neering-design class for graduate stu- uate student. They named their design Eddington put together two pieces of
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knowledge into what was seen at the nium—breaks in two. Fission generates A few decades later, two respected
time as a wild surmise. The facts he waste that remains radioactive for tens chemists at the University of Utah, Stan-
combined were that the sun is made up of thousands of years; in contrast, the ley Pons and Martin Fleischmann, con-
mostly of hydrogen, with some helium, little bit of waste that fusion generates vinced the public that they had produced
and that E=mc2. remains radioactive for only a few de- nuclear fusion at room temperature, in
Eddington noticed that four hydro- cades. Fission is pretty powerful, as ev- what looked like a jar with a little mixer
gen atoms weigh a tiny bit more than idenced by atomic bombs; fusion is stick in it. They announced their results
one helium atom. If four hydrogen nu- much, much more powerful. (In 1952, a in a press conference before they pub-
clei somehow fuse together, in a series fusion bomb, known as the H-bomb, lished their data or methods. Pons and
of steps, and form helium, then a little was tested, though it has never been Fleischmann were featured on the cover
bit of mass must be “lost” in the process. used in warfare; it worked by using a of Time. Meanwhile, the work of Steven
And if one takes seriously that most fa- fission bomb to set off a giant uncon- Jones, a respected physicist at Brigham
mous of equations, then that little bit of trolled fusion reaction. One of the fa- Young University, was also receiving press
mass becomes a lot of energy—as much thers of the H-bomb, Edward Teller, an attention; he, too, was working on pro-
energy as that amount of mass multi- aggrieved Shakespearean villain in most ducing fusion at a low temperature, and,
plied by the speed of light, squared. To tellings, had other incautious ideas, such though he seemed to be on a promising
give a sense of this ratio: If you con- as using fusion bombs to dig canals or path, he was ultimately unsuccessful.
verted a baseball into pure energy, you make diamonds.) The process of fusion When Pons and Fleischmann finally
could power New York City for about sounds dangerous to a layperson—a sun published a paper, they were suspected
two weeks. Maybe that process—hydro- in a magnetic bottle?—but it is easier of having fudged their data. No one was
gen crashing into hydrogen and form- to extinguish than a match. able to reliably reproduce their results.
ing helium, giving off an extraordinary The allure of fusion has attracted Jones later turned to proving that Jesus
amount of energy in the process—was brilliant, imaginative minds; it has also had visited Mesoamerica, and after that
how the sun and all the stars burned so attracted a crowd of shysters, cranks, to explaining that the destruction of the
bright and so long. Eddington, in a paper and false messiahs. In 1951, Juan Perón, World Trade Center was an inside job.
laying out this theory, closed with an Argentina’s President, announced that Zach Hartwig, now a professor of nu-
unusual take on the story of Daedalus the country had harnessed fusion en- clear science and engineering at M.I.T.
and his son Icarus. Eddington argued ergy. It would soon be available in litre and part of the ARC/SPARC team, has
in defense of Icarus, saying it was bet- and half-litre bottles, like milk. Perón said, “The biggest problem in fusion is
ter to fly too high, and in doing so see had made the mistake of distrusting perception. It’s the perception that fu-
where a scientific idea begins to fail, than his own country’s scientific commu- sion is a joke.”
it was to be cautious and not try to fly nity, instead putting his faith in Ron- Estimates of the cost of the Man-
high at all. ald Richter, an Austrian immigrant hattan Project, which produced atomic
When most people think of nuclear whose apparatus, when inspected by weapons in four years, vary, but it is
energy, they are thinking not of fusion scientists, didn’t even have a functioning commonly said that the scientists were
but of fission. Fission is when an atom— Geiger counter, the device he was using given a “blank check.” This year, the
most commonly uranium or pluto- to claim evidence of fusion radiation. U.S. government will spend some six
hundred and seventy million dollars on
nuclear fusion. That’s a lot of money,
but six hundred and fifty billion—the
amount the I.M.F. estimates that U.S.
taxpayers spent on fossil-fuel subsidies
last year—is quite a bit more.
During the oil crisis of the nine-
teen-seventies, fusion research briefly
received the sort of funding that goes
to national-defense projects. M.I.T.’s
Plasma Fusion Center was established
in 1976. The Joint European Torus, at
the Culham Center for Fusion Energy,
in the United Kingdom, which has
heated hydrogen to temperatures hot-
ter than the inside of the sun, began
operating in 1983, and by 1997 had set
important records, some still not sur-
passed. “It was such an exciting time,”
Michael Mauel, a professor of applied
physics at Columbia University, who
“Anything else while I’m there, or just the stick?” did his undergraduate and graduate
work in fusion at M.I.T., said. “And we had the best climate model,” he told me. billion dollars; ARC would be a million-
were sure we were going to be the ones By the time he was a student in Den- dollar machine. “It was very dramatic,”
to solve it all.” nis Whyte’s design course, his perspec- Mumgaard said. “The difference was so
Steven Cowley, the former head of tive had changed—he saw fusion as stark. The room was split.” Roughly
the U.K. Atomic Energy Authority, something that needed to have hap- speaking, the younger people were buzz-
who now heads the Princeton Plasma pened yesterday. ing with hope; the older people had per-
Physics Laboratory, recalled his days He was also a student in a program haps been hopeful one too many times.
as a graduate student at Princeton, in with an iffy future. After M.I.T. was The doubters weren’t simply kill-
the nineteen-eighties. “Fusion was all told that it would lose funding for its joys—they were imaginative thinkers
we thought about, from the time we experimental fusion device, the P.S.F.C. who had devoted decades of their lives to
woke up in the morning to the last beer negotiated an extension to 2016, but it fusion research. It wouldn’t be easy to
in the basement of the graduate col- was clear there would be make H.T.S. into a magnet
lege,” he said. “I remember when we got no further reprieve. “We of sufficient size. And the
to ten million watts of fusion power had this opportunity forced powerful magnetic field cre-
on T.F.T.R.”—Princeton’s fusion device. on us,” Mumgaard said. ated by H.T.S. was sure to
“I still have a photo of that moment “We lost our funding just have consequences, which
outside my office.” It was a tremendous at the moment that we had hadn’t been fully studied.
milestone, but it also, basically, created this big shiny new lever, this There was every reason in
enough energy to light up a single bulb new superconducting ma- the history of experimen-
for a day. More needed to be done. terial that could move fu- tal science to expect sur-
But, by the nineties, oil was cheap sion forward.” By 2014, prises. And funding for fu-
again. Fusion research funding declined. Mumgaard and his col- sion projects was already
“We had learned to extract oil and gas leagues could write down tight; another idea might
from all kinds of places,” Cowley said. their plans for ARC/SPARC in the form draw money away from projects that
“Now we have to learn how to leave it of a concrete risk retirement plan—a many scientists considered more prom-
in the ground in order to survive, to save venture-capital term for tightly focussed ising. It was entirely reasonable to ask
civilization. It’s that simple.” research, with discrete benchmarks. “At whether the members of the M.I.T.
M.I.T., venture capital is something team were the Wright brothers or Sam-
ob Mumgaard, a thirty-seven-year- you learn about at the university bar,” uel Pierpont Langley—the head of the
B old plasma physicist from Omaha,
gets animated when talking about the
Mumgaard said. As they saw it, the big-
gest risk to retire would be making an
Smithsonian who in 1903 crashed his
very expensive Aerodrome into the Po-
laying of the transatlantic telegraph H.T.S. magnet for SPARC. tomac, and then a couple of years later
cable, in 1858, or the founding of Ge- In 2015, the Institute of Electrical and did it again.
nentech, in 1976. He studied engineer- Electronics Engineers Symposium on After Whyte’s keynote, the M.I.T.
ing at the University of Nebraska, though Fusion Engineering was held in Aus- crowd went out for lunch at Stubb’s
his first love was physics, a field he saw tin, Texas. Many key members of the Bar-B-Q. “It’s the kind of place with
as compelling but impractical. “A lot of plasma-physics community were there, red-checked tablecloths and food that
the engineers who came out of my school and there were two especially notewor- comes with a lot of napkins,” Whyte
took jobs designing tractors,” he said. thy talks. The first was by the Austrian said. Everyone around the table knew
In 2008, Mumgaard was working in a physicist Guenter Janeschitz, who not that the primary funding for their work
lab studying computer hard drives when only sounds but also looks like Arnold would end within a year. As Mumgaard
the MacBook Air came out, with its Schwarzenegger. He gave a presenta- recalls, “Basically, we all had pink slips,
solid-state hard drive: “I said to myself, tion on DEMO, a proposed fusion de- and yet we were still there. And the
‘O.K., normal hard drives are dead now. vice that would be almost twice the question was, Why? We had to learn to
I need to go and do something else.’” size of ITER and produce five gigawatts listen to ourselves. Did we really believe
He applied to graduate programs in of power. Janeschitz envisions that, if the field was where we were saying we
physics. He was accepted at Stanford, funded, a prototype could be built in thought it was?” Was H.T.S. really the
where he could investigate questions of twenty years. Demo is widely seen to be shiny new lever that would move fu-
cosmology and dark matter; he was also a clear-eyed, workable plan, and a step sion dramatically forward? Whyte and
accepted to M.I.T.’s P.S.F.C., where he on the path to bringing practical fu- his colleagues started to write on a nap-
could work on nuclear fusion. The Mid- sion energy to your great-grandchildren. kin details of how they could make
western pragmatist in him chose fusion Dennis Whyte gave a presentation SPARC and then ARC a reality. They
over foundational questions about the on ARC. He estimated that it could wrote down estimates of how much
universe, though he was not particularly demonstrate net fusion energy in 2025 money it would cost to develop it. “It
motivated by the climate emergency. and bring fusion to the electric grid by was like this collective dawning, that
“Sometimes I think about the way we 2030, with individual plants producing this thing was really possible,” he told
talked about climate back then, and I a gigawatt of power each—about what me. Over ribs, they decided that they
can’t believe we wasted so much time a conventional power plant provides would fund their work with lottery
debating, like, whether or not Penn State today. DEMO would cost an initial thirty tickets or with venture capital or with
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021 25
philanthropy—one way or another, they problems—it also had to solve business workings of the soul inside a stone. Mag-
would make their good-enough fusion problems, including convincing suppli- nets have been used to navigate ships, to
power plant real. ers that there was a market for the ma- levitate high-speed trains, to image the
terial, so that more would be made. “We inside of a human body, and to move
n September 30, 2016, M.I.T.’s old met with them and asked them if they iron filings to make a silly beard on a
O experimental fusion device, which
had been running for twenty-five years,
had considered fusion as a market,” Mum-
gaard told me. “They were, like, ‘No way,
plastic-bubble-encased drawing of a face.
In 1951, the physicist Lyman Spitzer sug-
was obliged to shut down by midnight. that’s not a real thing.’” After two years gested that a magnetic field could serve
“This device graduated more than a hun- of extensive lab work and dreamy conver- as a bottle in which to contain a plasma
dred and fifty Ph.D.s,” Whyte said wist- sations over five-dollar pitchers of Miller that re-created the pressure and the tem-
fully. “It set records, even though it’s a High Life at the Muddy Charles Pub, perature inside a star. Magnets have been
hundred times smaller than ITER.” Al- SPARC Underground became Common- a centerpiece of fusion research ever since.
though M.I.T. was never told why the wealth Fusion Systems, a seven-person Mumgaard and Whyte gave me a
device was shut down—the Department private fusion-energy company with an tour of their lab spaces. The first stop
of Energy continued to fund two other ongoing relationship with M.I.T. (C.F.S. was at what looked like a lectern, in a
tokamak projects in the U.S.—there was funds research at M.I.T., which shares cubicled room. The room’s distant wall
speculation that the reason was that it its intellectual resources and some lab was the control board for M.I.T.’s first
was the smallest. “Which is ironic, be- space with C.F.S.; patents are filed jointly.) experimental fusion device, from the
cause smaller is where we’re trying to go,” Some of C.F.S.’s funders are European nineteen-seventies. The lectern featured
Whyte said. The researchers ran exper- energy companies, and some are philan- pictures of common plasmas: the sun,
iments on the machine until the last per- thropists. By 2021, the company employed lightning, the northern lights, magnetic
mitted minute. At 10:30 P.M., they set a about three hundred people, many of fusion, and a neon sign reading “OPEN.”
world record for temperature and pressure. them veterans of SpaceX and Tesla. Mounted on the lectern was a hollow
At midnight, they shared champagne. “Energy is a market,” Mumgaard said. glass tube with copper wire coiled around
“I went home a little after midnight, “If you knew there was a ten-trillion-dol- it in two places. The wire was set up so
but I couldn’t sleep,” Whyte said. In his lar market out there—that is a pull. You that a current could be run through it,
home office, with his wife’s paintings of couldn’t even have said there was a mar- and the glass tube was suspended over a
trees and flowers on the wall, he started ket that big for computers, or for social metal plate. You may remember a demon-
going over the data from the final exper- media. But you can say that about energy.” stration, from your high-school science
iments: “I was just sort of plugging in class, of an electric current being run
what our results would mean in a ma- he Plasma Science and Fusion Cen- through coiled wires, generating an elec-
chine with a higher magnetic field,” as
would be produced with H.T.S. magnets.
T ter, at the northwest corner of the
M.I.T. campus, is only a few minutes’
tromagnetic field—this was basically a
fancier version of that. “You can turn it
“It meant spARC could provide a hun- walk from the Cambridge campuses of on,” Mumgaard said.
dred million watts.” This was even more Pfizer and Moderna. In March, Whyte I pushed a black button. A purring
than the team had speculated in Austin. and Mumgaard met me at the front steps. noise began. “That’s the sound of the
Whyte was seeing fusion’s holy grail. Mumgaard is now the C.E.O. of C.F.S.; vacuum draining the air from the glass
The M.I.T. team continued to dedi- tube,” Mumgaard said. He turned a valve,
cate its time to ARC/SPARC, quilting to- releasing a tiny bit of hydrogen gas into
gether fellowships and grants. At one the tube. A hot-pink glowing light ap-
point, to make payroll, technicians went peared, nested within the glass tube like
into the basement and loaded trucks with a matryoshka doll. The magnetic field
scrap copper to sell. SPARC Underground that contained the pink plasma was vis-
was set up—a group of interested scien- ible in the form of empty space between
tists who met regularly, to discuss plans the glass and the glow. “That pink is the
and work through difficulties. They superheated plasma,” Mumgaard said.
needed to buy as much H.T.S. as they “It’s at least a thousand degrees. But touch
could, in order to learn more about the Whyte, a co-founder, remains at M.I.T. the glass.” The glass was cool. “Now touch
material’s characteristics—hammer it, They wore T-shirts and had pandemic- the copper wires.” They were warm, but
heat it, freeze it, send current through it. untrimmed wavy hair, giving them the not hot. The warmth of the copper wires
“I remember so well the first shipment look of ambitious surfers. I was there to was not on account of their proximity to
of H.T.S.,” Mumgaard said. “We waited meet them, but also to meet their mag- the superheated plasma but, rather, be-
for months to get this reel of material. net, which was still under construction. cause copper is not a perfect conductor;
It was only five hundred metres. Now, if Maybe it would work, or maybe it would some of the energy running through it
we’re not talking ten kilometres, we’re send the team back to the planning stages is lost in the form of heat. Superconduc-
not talking anything. These days, you for years. It was a warm and sunny day. tors lose almost no heat—which is energy.
can order this stuff on Alibaba.com. If Kool-Aid had been on offer, I would It seemed impossible that the pink
But then—it was such a moment.” have drunk not one glass but two. plasma inside the tube, which was as hot
The team had to solve engineering Aristotle described magnetism as the as lightning, wasn’t in some way danger-
26 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
ous. Couldn’t some of it leak out of the
magnetic bottle, with catastrophic con-
sequences? As an answer, Mumgaard
twisted a valve to let a tiny bit of air into
the glass tube; the plasma vanished. “Peo-
ple think of fusion like they think of fis-
sion, as this overwhelming reaction, but,
really, it’s such a delicate process,” Whyte
said. “It’s like a candle in the wind. Any-
thing can blow it out. Even a single
human breath.”
THE STRESS-FREE
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zen dinners!” Did you know that you
ily, all these meals can be made with this might sound like a setback, but it’s if playing a sonata on the deck of the
basics from your pantry, unless, of actually a set-back-to-the-drawing- Titanic. A futile attempt at control as
course, your definition of “basics” is board. Serve veggie burgers wrapped in we slip through chaos into darkness and
boxed wine and a pallet of family-sized lettuce, call the French fries “pommes maybe, finally, into peace. Taco night!
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021 29
especially if you were Fatty Arbuckle,
AMERICAN CHRONICLES and that evening a shipment of gin and
Scotch was delivered from Gobey’s Grill.
HOLLYWOOD ON TRIAL
Late Monday morning—September 5,
1921—a gown salesman named Ira Fort-
louis was leaving the nearby Palace Hotel
Decades before TMZ, the Arbuckle affair spawned the modern celebrity scandal. to meet one of Arbuckle’s friends. In
the Palace lobby, he spotted another
BY MICHAEL SCHULMAN group from Los Angeles and asked a
bellboy about the chic young woman
with dark hair. She was, the bellboy said,
“Virginia Rappe, the movie actress.”
Rappe was known to Arbuckle’s group,
and they sent word inviting her for af-
ternoon drinks.
Rappe arrived at around noon. A one-
time fashion model and designer, she
wore a jade skirt and blouse, with a pan-
ama hat trimmed with matching rib-
bon. “I’ll go up there, and if the party is
a bloomer I’ll be back in twenty minutes,”
she had told her companions, the film
publicist Alfred Semnacher and his friend
Maude Delmont. Up in Room 1220, Ar-
buckle was wearing pajamas and a pur-
ple bathrobe, holding court with a small
crowd of wingmen and showgirls. They
ordered up a Victrola and danced to “Ain’t
We Got Fun?” More booze came from
Gobey’s. Rappe, whose friends had joined
the party, drank Orange Blossoms and
chatted with Arbuckle. At some point,
she went to use the bathroom in Room
1221, but Delmont was in there with Ar-
buckle’s actor friend Lowell Sherman.
So she crossed into Arbuckle’s room,
1219. Just before three o’clock, Arbuckle
went in, too, and locked the door.
What happened next was pored over
by three juries, a scandal-mad public,
hundred years ago, on the Satur- servants, Oriental rugs, gold-leaf bath- and a century’s worth of amateur crim-
A day before Labor Day, Roscoe Ar-
buckle drove his plum-colored Pierce-
tubs, and a cellar full of liquor that he
broke out for jazz-fuelled soirées. The
inologists. In one version of the story,
Arbuckle threw Rappe onto the bed
Arrow to San Francisco for a weekend Pierce-Arrow, his thirty-four-thousand- and mortally crushed her with his bulk.
of partying. At two hundred and sixty- dollar “gasoline palace,” was just one of In another, he found her ill and tended
six pounds, Arbuckle, known to movie his fleet of trophy cars, and it likely drew to her like a gentleman. They were alone
audiences as Fatty, was the Chris Far- crowds as it whizzed up the coast. Ev- together for either ten minutes or an
ley of silent cinema, beloved for his prat- erybody knew Fatty. Even his pit bull hour, depending on whom you believe.
falls and for his skill at throwing cus- terrier was famous: Luke, his co-star in Delmont said that she grew so worried
tard pies in people’s faces. By September, “Fatty’s Faithful Fido.” about Rappe that she kicked the door
1921, he had appeared in more than a In San Francisco, Arbuckle checked and called her name. Arbuckle said that
hundred and fifty films, often in his into the St. Francis, a grand European- he opened it unprovoked. Either way,
trademark outfit of baggy pants, sus- style hotel with its own orchestra and when the other partyers got into Room
penders, and an undersized bowler hat; Turkish baths. He and his entourage 1219 they found Rappe barely conscious,
he was earning a million dollars a year fanned out into three adjoining rooms tearing at her clothes in agony and com-
at Paramount. In Los Angeles, he owned on the top floor. Twenty months into plaining of a fierce pain in her abdo-
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a twenty-room mansion, complete with Prohibition, booze wasn’t hard to find, men. They put her in a cold bath, and
then moved her to another room, down
Fatty Arbuckle’s murder charge panicked the studios and incited a media frenzy. the hall, where a hotel doctor deter-
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mined that she’d simply had too much barefoot, his feet had to be darkened as neuvering that the couple drifted into
to drink. The party continued. Rappe well.) His mother died when he was an unpublicized separation. Paramount
spent three days in the hotel room, her twelve, and he was sent north to live sent its new prize on a twenty-three-
pain dulled with morphine, before she with his father, who had abandoned the stop publicity tour. As the director of
was finally transferred to a sanatorium. family and supposedly owned a hotel his own pictures, Arbuckle brought on
Why she wasn’t moved sooner is an in- in the town of Watsonville. By the time the younger comedian Buster Keaton,
furiating mystery. The next day, Friday, Roscoe arrived, alone, his father had who became his frequent co-star and
September 9th, she died. On Saturday, sold the hotel and left town. The boy lifelong defender.
Arbuckle was arrested for murder. sat sobbing until some locals took him The rapid rise of movie stars shook
in, and he earned his keep by doing up the balance of power in Hollywood,
he Arbuckle affair was the most chores and singing for the hotel guests. especially when Chaplin, Pickford, and
T notorious in a string of Hollywood
scandals that threatened to kill off the
Eventually, his father materialized.
He would thrash Roscoe in alcoholic
Fairbanks teamed up with D. W. Grif-
fith to form their own collective, United
movie industry in its adolescence. De- rages; his stepmother recalled once res- Artists, circumventing the studios. Amid
cades before Twitter or TMZ, it set the cuing him when his father was “chok- rumors that Arbuckle might join them,
template for the celebrity scandal: the ing him and beating his head against a Paramount showered him with cash, in
way we gawk at, adjudicate, and my- tree.” The boy had a bell-like voice and a deal that paid three million dollars in
thologize tales of high-flying people sang in vaudeville houses, performing the course of three years. The record
brought low, whatever the facts may be. “illustrated songs”—a forerunner of payday made headlines, and Arbuckle
Arbuckle’s deadly pajama party came music videos, in which popular tunes embraced a life style to match. He bought
to epitomize the loosening morals that were accompanied by slide shows. As a the mansion, the cars, and, briefly, a base-
followed the First World War, and his teen-ager, he escaped his father by tour- ball team, the Pacific Coast League’s
downfall became a wedge in a culture ing on the Pantages theatre circuit. In Vernon Tigers, paving the way for ce-
war. As Greg Merritt writes in his fo- 1908, he met Minta Durfee, who was lebrity team owners like Jay-Z. Fans
rensic 2013 account, “Room 1219,” “The performing on the same bill in Long mobbed him. He hosted a dog wedding.
defenders of tradition were pitted against Beach, and they married on the stage (Luke was the “best man.”) By Labor
the purveyors of modernity. On one side, of the Byde-A-Wyle Theatre. Day, 1921, he had seven films playing in
the Victorian era. On the other, the Jazz In 1913, Arbuckle showed up at Key- theatres, with two more wrapped.
Age.” But, as much as the scandal evokes stone Studios, a comedy lot known as
old Hollywood, its modern resonances the Fun Factory and the home of the ess is known about the life of Vir-
are uncanny: a famous actor accused of
sexual assault, a media apparatus eager
bumbling Keystone Kops. Its impresa-
rio, Mack Sennett, hired him for three
L ginia Rappe. Born in 1891, in Chi-
cago, she began modelling at sixteen,
to capitalize on every salacious twist, dollars a day. That first year, he acted in appearing in fashion shows at depart-
and an industry grappling with how to no fewer than thirty-six shorts, many of ment stores. She changed her name from
dispose of a once profitable star turned them opposite Keystone’s leading lady Rapp to give it a more exotic pronun-
pariah. Ultimately, Hollywood dealt with (and Sennett’s lover), Mabel Normand. ciation—“Rapp-ay.” Showing a proto-
its first big P.R. disaster by regulating The next year, Charlie Chaplin, still de- feminist streak of independence, she
itself so that no one else could, making veloping his Little Tramp persona, joined advised young women in 1913, “Be orig-
the Arbuckle scandal an unlikely para- the studio, and he and Arbuckle acted inal—every girl can be that.” She began
ble of corporate self-preservation. together in seven films. Along with Mary marketing her own designs, includ-
Arbuckle’s fall was so novel in part Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, they ing hats shaped like spiderwebs, sub-
because he represented a new kind of were part of the first wave of movie stars marines, and dove wings (her “peace
fame. He was born in 1887, in a farm- to live like—and be covered by the media hat”). As Merritt observes, “If she were
house in Kansas. The nickname Fatty as—American royalty. By 1915, the fan designing fashions today, she would
was a childhood taunt. Even after em- magazine Photoplay was breathlessly de- surely be a maven of social media.” In
bracing it, as the star of “Fatty’s Day tailing Arbuckle’s ideal dinner, a menu other words, an influencer.
Off ” and “Fatty’s Magic Pants,” Ar- that included crabmeat cocktail, a dozen She moved to Los Angeles in 1916,
buckle was reluctant to use his weight raw oysters, fried salmon steak, roast one of a sea of ingénues hoping to be-
as comic fodder. “I refuse to try to make turkey, Hungarian goulash, Roquefort come the next Mary Pickford. She had
people laugh at my bulk,” he said in 1917. cheese with crackers, and cold artichokes a vampy role in “Paradise Garden” (now
“Personally, I cannot believe that a bat- with mayonnaise. lost) and a two-and-a-half-year relation-
tleship is a bit funnier than a canoe, but The following year, Paramount ship with the director Henry Lehrman,
some people do not feel that way about poached Arbuckle by offering him his who cast her in several pictures before
it.” He began performing when he was own production company, Comique his production company went under. By
eight, after the family moved to Santa Film Corporation, and a base salary the summer of 1921, Rappe was thirty
Ana, California, and a theatrical troupe seven times what he made at Keystone. but shaving years off her age, and her
passing through town needed a replace- This required him to renege on a smaller multiple careers had ebbed. It was only
ment for a child actor. Arbuckle went deal that would have included his wife, after her death, as Arbuckle’s movies
onstage—in blackface. (Since he was and Durfee was so upset with his ma- were being ripped from projectors, that
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her name became a marquee attraction. The scandal was a media bonanza. On Sundays, ministers across the coun-
Shortly after she died, a doctor, Wil- Without real competition yet from radio try denounced Arbuckle as a symbol
liam Ophüls, examined her body and re- or newsweekly magazines, newspapers of Hollywood sin. “He has betrayed
corded several bruises on her right arm were the only game in town, often pub- the thousands of little children who
and her thighs, but no evidence of sex- lishing multiple editions a day. The Los laughed at his antics,” one preached.
ual assault. He cut open her abdomen, Angeles Times: “PLAN TO SEND AR- “He has defied chastity and mocked
and found a hole in the outer wall of her BUCKLE TO DEATH ON GALLOWS.” virtue.” The moral outrage likely scared
bladder an eighth of an inch wide. Cause The San Francisco Call and Post: “AR- Paramount more than the box-office
of death: rupture of the bladder, owing BUCKLE DANCES WHILE GIRL IS DYING, hiccup did. In the wake of the Eigh-
in part to acute peritonitis. A Dr. Shelby JOYOUS FROLIC AMID DEATH TRAG- teenth Amendment, the religious re-
Strange performed a second EDY.” The Oxnard Daily formers and women’s clubs that had
autopsy that evening, and Courier: “ARBUCKLE, THE successfully pushed for Prohibition were
agreed that the bladder had BEAST.” Many outlets used now eying the movies as America’s chief
killed her. But what had rup- the word “orgy” to describe corrupting influence. Censorship laws
tured it? Dr. Strange sus- the Labor Day party. Wil- were creeping into statehouses, and stu-
pected “some external force.” liam Randolph Hearst’s pa- dios dreaded federal regulation. Ar-
Arbuckle had already pers, which helped pioneer buckle gave the vice squad all the am-
taken a steamship home yellow journalism and an- munition it needed to target Hollywood
to L.A. when a reporter in- ticipated the likes of the the way it had saloons.
formed him that Rappe had National Enquirer and the
died.That night, he attended
a midnight meeting at Sid
Daily Mail, were particu-
larly sensational. On Sep-
“ H ollywood” has often stood in for
anxieties about changing mores.
Grauman’s Million Dollar Theatre, along tember 13th alone, Hearst’s San Fran- The lurid fantasies about the Labor
with his Labor Day hotel companions cisco Examiner ran seventeen stories Day “orgy” aren’t so far from QAnon
(and soon-to-be witnesses) and, more about the scandal—a harbinger of the conspiracy theories about Tom Hanks
curiously, Rappe’s friend Al Semnacher. twenty-four-hour gossip industry that and pedophilia rings. In 1921, movie
What, exactly, was discussed is unknown, runs on Schadenfreude. As Swanson stardom had upended the traditional
but it’s possible that they were getting wrote in her autobiography, “The news- social hierarchy, and Arbuckle’s cele-
their stories straight. In Arbuckle’s ini- papers had proved in less than a week brated spending turned into a caution-
tial statements, he insisted that he was that the public got a much greater thrill ary tale of nouveau-riche decadence. As
never alone with Rappe, which was a lie. out of watching stars fall than out of Henry Lehrman, who had been Rappe’s
Then, on the advice of his attorney, he watching them shine.” boyfriend and also Arbuckle’s director,
shut his trap. Readers soon got to know a colorful told the press, “That’s what comes of
San Francisco theatres immediately group of personalities, such as the wrong- taking vulgarians from the gutter and
banned Arbuckle’s films, and Sid Grau- place-wrong-time witnesses Zey Pre- giving them enormous salaries and mak-
man pulled his new picture, “Gasoline vost and Alice Blake, two showgirls who ing idols of them.”
Gus,” from the Million Dollar Theatre. had attended the party, and Matthew Matthew Brady understood that he
Within a week, his movies had vanished Brady, the San Francisco district attor- was prosecuting not just Arbuckle but
nationwide. In one Wyoming theatre, ney, who was thought to covet the may- the film industry. Unfortunately for
it was reported that a mob of cowboys or’s office or even the governor’s man- him, his case was hitting some snags.
shot up his image on the screen. (It sion. His star witness appeared to be At the coroner’s inquest, the complain-
turned out that the theatre owner had Maude Delmont, who claimed that Ar- ing witness, Maude Delmont—the press
concocted the story for publicity.) Par- buckle had “dragged” Rappe into Room dubbed her “the avenger”—admitted
amount stopped paying its top star eleven 1219, hollering, “I have been trying to to drinking “eight or ten” whiskeys at
days after his arrest, on the ground that get you for five years.” In her affidavit, the party, and parts of her story proved
he was locked in a San Francisco jail Delmont recalled hearing the brutal- flimsy. It was discovered that she had
and unable to report to work. The next ized Rappe scream, “He did it. I know married one husband without divorc-
day, Universal wrote a morality clause he did it. I have been hurt. I am dying.” ing another, and she was later arrested
into its contracts, mandating nonpay- Overnight, Rappe and Arbuckle be- for bigamy. Knowing that her credibil-
ment to performers who “forfeit the re- came characters in a mass-marketed ity would likely fall apart under cross-
spect of the public,” and other studios morality play: the pure young beauty examination, Brady never even put her
followed. (Morality clauses have made ravaged by the beast. It didn’t help that on the stand.
a comeback in recent years.) The new the name Virginia Rappe so closely re- His new star witnesses were Zey Pre-
strictures could have horrendous conse- sembled “virgin rape,” or that Arbuck- vost and Alice Blake, but neither was a
quences for the stars; when Gloria Swan- le’s appetites had been so widely pub- silver bullet. After Blake told detectives
son became pregnant by a man who licized. “Filled up with liquor,” the that she’d heard Rappe say “He killed
wasn’t yet her husband, she was so afraid Dayton Daily News declared, “his low me,” she denied it before the grand jury.
of being ostracized that she got a botched bestiality asserts itself in treating a Both women settled on the less damn-
abortion that nearly killed her. woman like a grizzly bear would a calf.” ing “He hurt me.” Nevertheless, Brady
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was determined to press forward with that it showed evidence of cystitis. But fered,” he told reporters. “All I ask in re-
a rape and murder charge. At the pre- the main event was Arbuckle’s testimony, payment of the wrong done me is that
liminary hearings, packed with con- in which he maintained that he had the world which once loved me now
cerned members of the Women’s Vig- found Rappe vomiting in his bathroom withhold its judgment and give me a
ilant Committee, Al Semnacher, Rappe’s and assisted her. As for the ice, he said chance to prove before another jury that
friend, dropped a bombshell. The day that Delmont had already put it on I am innocent.” The retrial began in
after the party, he testified, Arbuckle Rappe’s body, and that he picked it up January, 1922, dragging the saga into its
told him that he had applied a piece out of curiosity. fifth month. Zey Prevost backtracked
of ice to Rappe’s body. Pressed on where, In closing arguments, the defense her previous recollection of Rappe’s say-
Semnacher was too embarrassed to say lawyer Gavin McNab painted Arbuckle ing “He hurt me,” claiming that the
out loud, so he whispered it to a court as a martyr who had “sweetened human prosecution had intimidated her. Alice
reporter, who wrote it down on a slip existence by the laughter of millions and Blake was also shakier her second time
of paper. The word was “snatch.” News- millions of innocent children.” The pros- on the stand. The defense was so con-
papers couldn’t print such a thing, so ecution countered by calling him a “mod- fident that it declined to make a clos-
they ran headlines like “WITNESS TES- ern Belshazzar” who would “never make ing argument—a major miscalculation.
TIFIES ARBUCKLE CONFESSED HE TOR- the world laugh again.” After two days The second jury was the inverse of the
TURED ACTRESS.” of deliberation, the jury came back dead- first, deadlocked ten to two in favor of
The defense undercut Semnacher by locked, ten to two for acquittal. One of conviction. Anticipating yet another
suggesting that he had conspired to ex- the holdouts, Helen Hubbard, said that trial, the exhausted Prevost went into
tort Arbuckle, and got him to hedge the male jurists had berated her. “There hiding in New Orleans, temporarily
over whether the ice was put “in” or “on” is no place for the woman on the jury,” evading the police by climbing down a
Rappe’s genitalia. (Prevost remembered she warned. Much of the press echoed rope from her hotel window.
Arbuckle putting ice on her “abdomi- the sentiment, arguing that women are At the third trial, the defense tried
nal region,” to help revive her.) But the too frail or too biased to judge men ac- to impeach Rappe’s character, deposing
story was too salacious to ignore, and it cused of mistreating the fairer sex. a former midwife who claimed to have
morphed into the unkillable myth that Abandoned by his studio and much “attended” to Rappe during multiple
Arbuckle, possibly owing to impotence, of his public, Arbuckle had plenty to pregnancies. (The woman was never
had violated Rappe with a bottle. The say about his state of affairs. “I have suf- called to the stand, but during the trial
judge, deeming the ice anecdote un-
seemly but irrelevant, ruled that Ar-
buckle be tried for the lesser charge of
manslaughter. Many of the spectators
cheered—apparently, there were fans
mixed in with the vigilantes. One teary
woman admitted, “I’ve only seen him
on the screen and I wanted to see him
in real life.”
The trial began on November 18th.
Arbuckle had hired a raft of star attor-
neys. His estranged wife, Minta Durfee,
sat behind the defendant with her
mother, and the press, playing to a rapt
female readership, ran daily reports
on her outfits. The state called a hotel
maid who claimed to have heard Rappe
screaming, “No, no! Oh, my God!” A
criminologist testified that both Arbuck-
le’s and Rappe’s fingerprints were found
on the door, suggesting that he had
pressed his hand against hers as she tried
to escape. The defense’s witnesses in-
cluded doctors who testified that a dis-
tended bladder could have ruptured
spontaneously, and people who had seen
Rappe tear at her clothes over the years,
especially when drunk. At one point, a
deputy coroner brought in a jar contain-
ing the ruptured bladder. A panel of
court-appointed medical experts found
it became clear that this was a euphe- elled on major-league baseball, which Facebook’s “supreme court,” which was
mism for abortions.) On April 12th, the had brought on its first commissioner formed last year to rule on ethical quan-
third jury went into deliberation at after the fixed World Series of 1919. daries, as tech’s answer to the Hays Of-
5:10 P.M. and returned five minutes later Hays’s first major act as “czar of the mov- fice: a semi-autonomous, self-regulat-
with a verdict: not guilty. More than ies”: banning Arbuckle from the screen. ing body meant to project integrity and
that, the jurors released a statement that In his autobiography, Hays said that stanch a bleeding P.R. wound.
would have been difficult to compose the decision came on request from Par- Donald Trump gave the tech indus-
so quickly—they might have had help amount’s president, Adolph Zukor, who try an unavoidable stress test, and, when
from Arbuckle’s lawyers—beginning, wanted to “sacrifice” Arbuckle without Twitter and Facebook suspended him,
“Acquittal is not enough for Roscoe Ar- the ban’s being traced back to the stu- earlier this year, they had a high-profile
buckle. We feel that a great injustice dio. Although the “Hays Office” became scalp to hold up, as if to say, “Trust us!
has been done him.” synonymous with censorship, Hays’s real We’re the good guys!” Hays, acting as
Arbuckle crowed, “I believe I am due job was to put a wholesome face on the the studios’ lackey, took the same tack
for a comeback.” Paramount tested the industry in order to forestall censor- by cutting off Arbuckle following the
waters by allowing his shelved films to ship from the outside. But the long- trials. But it was impossible to curb the
be screened. Nevertheless, six days after term effects of his installment were opprobrium. Not long after the Ar-
his acquittal Arbuckle was cancelled all seismic. In 1927, he issued a list of what buckle ban, Senator Henry Lee Myers,
over again. The reason was that Holly- became known as “Don’ts and Be Care- of Montana, took to the Senate floor to
wood had decided to police itself be- fuls,” which barred movies from show- blast all of Hollywood as “a colony of
fore Washington could. ing sex, profanity, “ridicule of the clergy,” these people, where debauchery, riotous
and other vices. Still, the rules were la- living, drunkenness, ribaldry, dissipa-
ith the public’s taste whetted for zily enforced. It wasn’t until 1934, after tion, free love, seem to be conspicuous.”
W gossip about the private lives of
celebrities, tales of Hollywood deprav-
talkies presented new avenues for ob-
scenity, that the Hays Office formed the
Others felt that Arbuckle was being
scapegoated. Days before Christmas,
ity were coming down in a torrent. While Production Code Administration, which 1922, Hays, in the spirit of “American
Arbuckle’s second jury was deliberat- kept the movies buttoned-up and pu- fair play” and “Christian charity,” lifted
ing, the director William Desmond Tay- ritanical—homosexuality, miscegena- the ban after only eight months. Then
lor was found murdered, and investiga- tion, and moral ambiguity were all but as now, cancellation has a half life.
tors turned up a sordid backstory that absent from the screen—all the way into Arbuckle was elated, but not for long.
included a deserted wife, secret love let- the late sixties. Outraged telegrams poured into Hays’s
ters, and an embezzling valet. Months If there’s a modern analogue to the office. The San Francisco Federation of
later, the Paramount heartthrob Wal- creation of the Hays Office, it may not Women’s Clubs implored him to make
lace Reid was admitted to a sanatorium be in Hollywood but in Silicon Valley. an example “of those who brazenly vi-
for morphine addiction and died soon Social media is roughly as old as the olate the moral code of a Christian na-
afterward. All the drugs, sex, and mur- film industry was then, and is also on tion.” Local movie boards maintained
der confirmed Hollywood’s image as a the receiving end of a public backlash. the ban on Arbuckle films of their own
modern Gomorrah, and the threat of Facebook and Twitter are our Paramount accord, in Minnesota, in Detroit, in
government intervention turned exis- and M-G-M, Mark Zuckerberg and Walla Walla, Washington, and then
tential. But the studio chiefs had found Jack Dorsey our Adolph Zukor and most everywhere. Even the warden at
a solution: hire their own referee. Sing Sing instituted an Arbuckle ban.
As Warren G. Harding’s campaign The court of public opinion was ren-
manager, Will H. Hays had helped Re- dering its own verdict. Hays refused to
publicans take the White House in 1920 reverse course again, but he’d made a
and was rewarded with the job of Post- tactical error: by banning Arbuckle after
master General. A Presbyterian elder his acquittal, Hays had pronounced him
from Indiana, Hays had a clean-cut guilty of something. So why was he now
image that, as Merritt writes, “contrasted being absolved?
with the major film studio heads, all of
whom were Jewish and most of whom
were immigrants—facts not lost on Louis B. Mayer. As with Hollywood in
“ H ebelieved
was very bitter over what he
was injustice, which fi-
Hollywood’s critics, many of whom es- the twenties, the honeymoon between nancially and professionally ruined him,”
poused anti-Semitism and nativism.” In tech and Washington has soured, and one reporter recalled of the exiled Ar-
December, 1921, as the Arbuckle saga the sins of Big Tech—spreading dan- buckle. “I had never seen a more hope-
dominated the headlines, a dozen stu- gerous disinformation, collecting and less man.” He drank. Legal fees had left
dio chiefs signed a letter to Hays, offer- exploiting personal data—have placed him in debt. He went back on the vaude-
ing him a hundred-thousand-dollar sal- its moguls under scrutiny. The image of ville circuit, though his appearances
ary to head a new organization called a blank-eyed Zuckerberg testifying be- sometimes drew protests. In 1924, Buster
the Motion Picture Producers and Dis- fore Congress has eclipsed that of the Keaton brought him on as a co-director
tributors of America. The idea was mod- boy genius in a hoodie. You could see for the film “Sherlock Jr.,” but he was
34 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
which stands firmly on the side of Ar-
buckle’s innocence, floats the bizarre
WITHOUT theory that Rappe was pregnant at the
Labor Day party and begged the star
The world will keep trudging through time without us for abortion money—and that the doc-
tors discarded her uterus in a coverup.
When we lift from the story contest to fly home The #MeToo movement inspired
fresh looks at the saga, with a more re-
We will be as falling stars to those watching from the edge spectful eye toward Rappe. Karina Long-
worth’s entrancing Hollywood-history
Of grief and heartbreak podcast, “You Must Remember This,”
devoted an episode to the incident in
Maybe then we will see the design of the two-minded creature 2018, when it was difficult not to see his-
tory repeating itself in the shape of the
And know why half the world fights righteously for greedy masters Harvey Weinstein case and many other
accusations. Longworth rightly rejected
And the other half is nailing it all back together “the simplistic version of the story that
contends that the dead woman and the
Through the smoke of cooking fires, lovers’ trysts, and endless female witnesses who testified against
Arbuckle were telling lies in order to
Human industry— bring down a powerful man.” But the
ambiguities of the case don’t make for
Maybe then, beloved rascal easy revisionism. The closer you look,
the more you become entangled in the
We will find each other again in the timeless weave of breathing minutiae of medical confusion and the
wavering recollections of this or that
We will sit under the trees in the shadow of earth sorrows hotel maid. By some accounts, Rappe
herself didn’t know what happened to
Watch hyenas drink rain, and laugh. her. One nurse recalled, “She frequently
asked me, ‘What could have broken in-
—Joy Harjo side of me?’ She asked me several times
to determine if she had been assaulted.”
Merritt concludes that Rappe was likely
so irritable that Keaton fired him after night at the Park Central Hotel, and injured “in the throes of passion,” intro-
three weeks. Over time, however, Ar- died in his sleep, of a heart attack, at the ducing a very twenty-first-century co-
buckle built a steady career directing age of forty-six. nundrum: the boundaries of consent.
under his father’s first and middle names, In death, Arbuckle was the star of A century later, it’s harder to judge
William Goodrich. (Keaton joked that an evolving Hollywood legend—actu- Arbuckle’s culpability than it is to trace
his pseudonym should be Will B. Good.) ally, two conflicting legends. In one, he the life of his legend. From the moment
In the late twenties, Arbuckle bought was a symbol of Jazz Age depravity. In he was arrested, he was a movie screen
a night club in Culver City, the unfor- the other, he was an innocent man who, onto which people could project their
tunately named Plantation Café, and as Frank Capra put it in his 1971 auto- fears and fantasies, and his case reveals
for a time it became a hangout for his biography, “had been brutally sacrificed more about American spectacle than it
celebrity friends who wanted to show on the altar of hate.” Through the de- does about a man and a woman in a hotel
their support. But it went under after cades, both versions were larded with room. As jurors in the court of public
the stock-market crash. The rise of fabrications. Kenneth Anger’s seamy opinion, we’re still deliberating on an
talkies brought more work for “William “Hollywood Babylon,” which first ap- endless stream of cases, often with un-
Goodrich,” but he wasn’t satisfied. “I peared in English in 1965, codified a even facts, weighing, like Solomon as-
want to go back to the screen,” he told lewd myth by insinuating that Arbuckle sessing a baby, the fates of disgraced men.
Photoplay in 1931. He got his chance the was “haunted by bottles” after his no- The dispiriting truth is that the banish-
next year, when Warner Bros. hired him torious “bottle party.” Rappe’s reputa- ment of Roscoe Arbuckle did nothing
to star in a trio of comedy shorts, after tion, meanwhile, toggled between that to prevent a culture of sexual coercion
an eleven-year exile. They were uncon- of virgin and whore. Late in life, Ar- from taking hold in Hollywood. The in-
troversial enough that the studio planned buckle’s first wife, Minta Durfee, re- dustry may have removed sex from the
eight more Fatty shorts, and even con- peated the preposterous tale that Rappe screen to protect its own image, but sex-
sidered a feature. In June, 1933, Arbuckle had spread so much venereal disease at ual abuse went on in executive suites and
and his third wife were in Manhattan, Keystone that Mack Sennett had to fu- on casting couches, behind closed doors,
toasting their anniversary and his im- migate the studio. David Yallop’s 1976 until, nearly ten decades later, it burst
minent comeback. He went to bed that book, “The Day the Laughter Stopped,” into the public eye all over again.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021 35
A REPORTER AT LARGE
oon, a vast, decrepit oil tanker in risk of a disaster increases every day. Given these concerns, it is striking
delivery of foreign aid to the western gaged in the U.N.’s attempt to solve the accidents and sinkings, most notably the
coast. A spill would be even more ca- Safer crisis. He told me recently that wreck of the Torrey Canyon, which
lamitous. Yemen’s Red Sea fishing in- the prolonged closure of the Hodeidah struck rocks off the coast of Cornwall
dustry has already been ravaged by the port might precipitate a famine unprec- in 1967, causing what was then the world’s
war. An oil slick would knock it out en- edented in scale in the twenty-first cen- largest-ever spill. At least eight hundred
tirely. A big spill would also block the tury. In 2018, unicef estimated that, if thousand barrels of oil are thought to
port of Hodeidah, which is some thirty the port closed, three hundred thousand have spilled into the English Channel.
miles southeast of the tanker. Two-thirds children would be at risk of dying from In 1974, in an influential two-part inves-
of Yemen’s food arrives through the port. starvation or disease. Ratcliffe told me tigation for this magazine, Noël Mo-
38 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
stert suggested that the fragility of su- named the F.S.O. Safer. Among other state of the ship with crew members
pertankers rendered them “fatally flawed” modifications, the tanker was outfitted who came onshore. “That was what
as a species. with a rotating-front mooring system, everyone was talking about—that it
As Mostert wrote those words, the so that the ship could swing around its may sink at any time,” Bawa recalled.
brief golden age of the supertanker was bow, like a weathervane, whenever winds The new oil terminal was half built
already ending. The oil crisis of 1973 had kicked up, reducing strain on the hull. when Yemen’s capital, Sana’a, was over-
driven up crude prices, reducing demand The tanker arrived in the Red Sea by taken by the Houthis.
and setting off a worldwide financial March, 1988.
crisis. The Suez Canal reopened in 1975, In the late eighties, the Safer was one resident Ali Abdullah Saleh, who
making smaller tankers useful again.
The moment the Esso Japan left the
of the best places to work in Yemen. Many
of the crew members were Italian, in-
P ruled North Yemen between 1978
and 1990, and the unified state of Yemen
shipyard, it was a dinosaur. cluding some excellent chefs. More and until 2011, was astonishingly corrupt. A
Nonetheless, the supertanker was ac- more Yemenis came aboard to work. One U.N. panel has estimated that while he
tive for a while. Archived reports from former employee recalled that during was in power he acquired as much as
Lloyd’s List, a London shipping bulle- this period the ship was as well appointed sixty billion dollars in personal wealth.
tin, document it shuttling between deep- as “a five-star hotel,” with pristine living He also appears to have played a dou-
water ports in the Middle East and Eu- quarters. Moreover, Yemen was relatively ble game with the West: he officially
rope, and occasionally voyaging to the peaceful. The discovery of oil on the bor- aligned himself with the war on terror
Caribbean or the United States, even der between North and South Yemen while tacitly providing support for pro-
as the ship’s economic usefulness was had spurred coöperation, and in 1990 the scribed Islamist organizations, to keep
waning. In 1982, it was sent to Ålesund, states merged. During this period, Abu- foreign aid flowing in.
Norway, and was “laid up.” That year, hamed lived in Hodeidah, travelled to In 2011, the Arab Spring swept the
about two hundred and fifty oil tank- the ship by helicopter, and windsurfed region, and Saleh, facing uprisings,
ers were mothballed in this fashion: on the weekends. agreed to pass the Presidency to his dep-
Norway’s fjords became tanker parking By the late nineties, the Safer had uty, Abdrabbuh Mansur Hadi. But
lots. Many of the vessels were eventu- begun to decay. In 2000, Hunt was Hadi’s government, assailed by rival fac-
ally sold for scrap, but the Esso Japan granted a five-year extension at Ras Issa, tions, was weak, and in September, 2014,
found another purpose. but a more durable storage facility was a militia led by Abdelmalik al-Houthi
In 1983, the Hunt Oil Company, of clearly needed. The Yemeni government seized control of the capital.
Dallas, discovered crude in the Marib convened a committee to plan an on- Yemen is predominantly Sunni, and
desert. The site of the strike was in the shore terminal. Abdulwahed Alobaly, an the Houthis are Zaydi Shiites—a mi-
Yemen Arab Republic—sometimes accountant who used to work for sepoc, nority of a minority. They long opposed
known as North Yemen—about twenty the state-owned oil company, told me the misrule of Saleh, whom they ac-
miles from the border with the People’s that the project’s budget was about a bil- cused of robbing the country and col-
Democratic Republic of Yemen, or South lion dollars—a wildly excessive sum. Not luding with imperialist enemies. (The
Yemen. Between 1984 and 1987, Hunt a brick was laid. Alobaly, who fled Yemen Houthis’ slogan is “God is great, death
teamed up with Exxon to build a pipeline four years ago, told me that he suspected to the U.S., death to Israel, curse the
from the Marib oil fields to Ras Issa, on “huge corruption.” Jews, and victory for Islam.”) Neverthe-
the coast of North Yemen, near Hodeidah. Hunt was denied permission to keep less, the Houthis, whose power base lies
For its Marib crude, Hunt needed extracting oil in Yemen, and in 2005 in the mountains of northern Yemen,
storage space and an export facility on sepoc began administering the pipe- formed a coalition of convenience with
the coast. The company’s license to ex- line and the Safer, which at that point Saleh to launch their coup. In the months
tract oil lasted only fifteen years, so build- was thirty years old. The ship’s age was after the Houthis captured Sana’a, they
ing an onshore storage terminal at Ras beginning to show, but it was main- won ground across Yemen, taking Ho-
Issa—which would take years and cost tained well enough to pass annual in- deidah and marching on the southern
more than a hundred million dollars— spections by the American Bureau of city of Aden. President Hadi eventually
didn’t seem like a good investment. In- Shipping. Seven years later, a consor- fled to Saudi Arabia.
stead, for about a tenth of that price, tium led by ChemieTech, a Dubai- In March, 2015, a coalition led by
Hunt bought the Esso Japan and ret- based company, finally began building Saudi Arabia, which included the
rofitted it as a floating storage-and-off- an onshore terminal, this time with a United Arab Emirates and Egypt, in-
loading unit. Smaller tankers could berth budget of less than two hundred mil- tervened to stop the Houthi advance.
alongside it to access its oil. Karim Abu- lion dollars. Hundreds of Yemeni and The U.S., Britain, and France provided
hamed, a manager who worked on the international contractors set up camp intelligence, planes, naval support, and
conversion of the ship for Hunt, told at Ras Issa and began constructing bombs. The Saudis saw in the Houthi
me that the intent was to create a “float- three enormous vats for storing crude advance the hand of their regional en-
ing gas station.” oil. From the site, the workers could emy Iran, a Shia nation. But, despite
The Esso Japan steamed from Nor- see the Safer floating on the horizon. the aerial might of the Saudi coalition,
way to Korea for the twelve-million- Sameer Bawa, a director at Chemie- the Houthis weathered the attacks, and
dollar conversion, whereupon it was re- Tech, remembers discussing the poor entrenched themselves in northern
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Yemen. When Saudi Arabia entered By the end of 2015, all but one of the if travel to Ras Issa was feasible. The
the conflict, it predicted that fighting expatriate workers on the ship had evac- million barrels of oil were stored in the
would last six weeks; instead, it has en- uated. Tugboats, helicopters, and other ship’s central tanks, along its spine, and
dured for more than six years. During vessels that serviced the Safer were with- sepoc managers had filled the ship’s
the war, other regional actors, such as drawn, and a team of divers who spe- outside tanks with seawater, to miti-
the U.A.E., have flexed their military cialized in underwater repairs returned gate the threat of a bullet piercing the
muscle. Al Qaeda in the Arabian Pen- to their base city of Dubai. sepoc hired hull and causing an explosion. If there
insula has maintained a foothold in the a local fishing boat to transport a Ye- were a fire on the ship, it would be im-
south of the country. A secessionist meni crew to and from the ship. Once possible to control, because the Safer’s
group called the Southern Transitional the war started, the American Bureau water pumps had been powered by the
Council holds Aden. It is extremely un- of Shipping could no longer access the boiler system. In any case, there was
likely that the Yemen of 2014 will ever vessel for inspections. According to now insufficient manpower to operate
be put back together. Lloyd’s List, the ship has been uninsured the ship’s fire stations.
The consequences for civilians have since September, 2016.
been devastating. Both the Houthis The fuel oil for the boilers soon began n early 2018, the official government
and the Saudi-led coalition are alleged
to have committed many war crimes.
to run low. sepoc had normally spent
five million to eight million dollars on
I of Yemen and the Houthi leadership
wrote separately to the U.N. Secretary-
The Saudi air campaign has been reck- boiler fuel every year. The company no General, asking for assistance with solv-
lessly conducted, and has killed thou- longer had the budget for this, and in ing the Safer crisis. The problem fell
sands of civilians, including children. any case the type of fuel used to run the outside the U.N.’s normal remit. Resolv-
The Houthi regime has used child sol- boilers was in short supply amid the ing the issue required arcane technical
diers, deployed banned antipersonnel war. The crew began to use the boilers knowledge, and the Safer was part of
mines, and fired indiscriminately into only intermittently, to maintain the Yemen’s private sector. The U.N. does
civilian areas. Meanwhile, a sea-and- inert-gas and fire-response systems. not like to become too entangled with
land blockade of Houthi-controlled By 2017, the boiler system’s fuel sup- commercial entities.
areas by the coalition has contributed ply had been exhausted. The crew con- Nevertheless, the U.N. passed along
to life-threatening shortages of food, sidered using crude from the Safer’s the task to John Ratcliffe, the Yemen
medicine, and fuel. own tanks but decided that the risk of specialist who works in the Office for
Recently, the outlook for Yemen has an explosion was too high, because the the Coordination of Humanitarian Af-
deteriorated further. Although fierce crude might emit dangerous gas. They fairs. He told me that his division is “very
fighting continues—particularly in also understood that once the boilers good at setting up in-country humani-
Marib, one of Yemen’s largest oil stopped they would probably not func- tarian operations, mobilizing funding,
fields—foreign-aid donations have tion safely again without significant and all of these kinds of things,” adding,
proved unreliable, partly because the repairs. The normal process for “lay- “We’re not experts on oil tankers.” Nev-
pandemic has strained resources. In ing up” boilers of such a size requires ertheless, Ratcliffe’s office began work-
March, Britain halved its contributions preservatives, known as oxygen scav- ing with the U.N. Office for Project Ser-
to Yemen. Andrew Mitch- engers, to be placed in the vices, which could procure necessary
ell, a former minister for tank, in order to prevent hardware and expertise, and with the
international development, corrosion. The sepoc em- U.N.’s special envoy to Yemen, a Brit
said that the reduction in ployees on the Safer had named Martin Griffiths.
spending would “condemn no scavengers. In December, 2018, the warring par-
hundreds of thousands of sepoc, which was in ties in Yemen met in Stockholm to sign
children to starvation.” debt to ChemieTech for the a partial deal, which Griffiths had bro-
abandoned onshore-termi- kered. A key breakthrough of the Stock-
he crew of the Safer has nal project, grew financially holm Agreement, as the accord was called,
T watched the unfolding
catastrophe in Yemen with
desperate, and attempted to
sell the Safer for sixty mil-
concerned the Hodeidah port. In the
months before the summit, there had
mounting despair. Chemie- lion dollars. But nobody was been a brutal fight for control of the city.
Tech’s onshore facility has been aban- interested in a forty-year-old, uninsur- Given the dire ramifications for the whole
doned, and soldiers plundered much of able rust bucket anchored in the world’s country if the port was closed, both sides
the machinery and materials at the ter- hottest conflict zone. agreed to a ceasefire in Hodeidah, and
minal. The Houthi capture of Sana’a also By 2018, with the vessel now a dead at the nearby ports of Salif and Ras Issa.
grievously wounded sepoc. According ship and the area around Hodeidah The warring parties have since discarded
to Alobaly, the accountant, the Houthis overwhelmed by vicious fighting, vir- many provisions of the Stockholm Agree-
appropriated the company’s entire oper- tually nobody was left on board the ment, but the port of Hodeidah has stayed
ating budget—about a hundred and ten Safer except for a chief engineer, an open, averting a nationwide famine.
million dollars. The annual sum spent electrician, two mechanics, a cook, and The relative peace near Hodeidah
on the Safer dropped from twenty mil- a cleaner. The team was swapped out seemed to present the U.N. with an op-
lion dollars to zero. with another one every month or so— portunity to solve the Safer crisis. The
40 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
U.N. and the Houthis began negotiat-
ing the matter through two channels.
On a political level, the special envoy led
talks. On a technical level, senior offi-
cers from the Office for Project Services,
informed by consultants from A.O.S.
Offshore—a private company with ex-
perience in the field of oil-tanker safety—
attempted to organize an inspection of
the Safer. By the summer of 2019, the
U.N. and the Houthis had come to an
accord that guaranteed the U.N. team’s
safety and made the Houthis responsi-
ble for its safe passage to the ship. The
U.N. assembled a team in Djibouti, which
would cross the Red Sea in a service ves-
sel and assess the Safer. But, the night “Ha ha ha. I also love that TV show.”
before the inspection voyage was to start,
a senior official in the Office for Project
Services received a text message from a
• •
Houthi leader that said the mission had
been cancelled. of the ship to see what was going on. took a more active role on the ship. A
The Houthis later explained that they He was horrified to discover that a cor- small unit of soldiers was detailed to
were upset about a separate issue. To pre- roded pipe had burst and was spewing board the vessel. They carried weap-
vent foreign weapons and other contra- seawater into the engine room as if from ons, which made the sepoc crew mem-
band from flooding into Yemen, the U.N. an opened fire hydrant. bers nervous, given their fears about
had instituted a protocol requiring ships Usually, an oil tanker like the Safer the leaks of flammable gases. The sol-
bound for Houthi-controlled ports to uses seawater as a coolant. Water is drawn diers also installed surveillance cam-
have their cargo inspected in Djibouti inside through a “sea chest”—an exte- eras all over the ship.
or in international waters. For compli- rior valve that sits below the waterline— Following the sea-chest incident,
cated reasons, the Houthis wanted these pumped throughout the vessel, and then nobody could doubt the fragility of the
inspections to take place at the Hodeidah discharged. Qubati determined that the vessel. The U.N. contacted a Norwe-
port. The U.N. was adamant that dis- leak needed to be fixed without delay: if gian spill-response firm called Nor-
cussions about an ecological and human- the engine room filled with seawater, the Lense, and bought a self-inflating boom
itarian danger should not be appended Safer would sink. approximately a kilometre in length.
to other wartime negotiations. But the The crew worked for five days, with It could be placed on the surface of the
Houthis were looking from the other little sleep, to stem the flow. The heat, sea and then fitted around the Safer
end of the telescope: the Safer crisis gave humidity, and lack of ventilation cre- like a giant diaper, in case the ship
them leverage in broader negotiations ated a vile smell deep inside the ship. started to leak oil. Because of the break-
concerning the war. The men attempted to clear the en- down in negotiations with the Houthis,
The sudden cancellation of the Safer gine room of water using a pump pow- the boom has not yet been deployed,
inspection shocked Ratcliffe. “I always ered by a diesel generator, but the but it has been transported to the re-
understood that there was a lot of risk generator failed. Fortunately, an elec- gion and is ready for use.
here in terms of environmental and hu- trician who happened to be visiting I was told that Qubati, the chief
manitarian impact,” he told me. “But I the ship repaired it within several engineer, could not speak to me, be-
did honestly believe that we would be hours. A rudimentary clamp was af- cause he feared for his life. Many
able to get to some kind of solution fairly fixed to the broken pipe while a welder sepoc employees have felt threatened
quickly.” When the Houthis withdrew fashioned a patch for the hole. A team by the Houthis, and their communi-
their support for an inspection, he went of divers with no experience on oil cations are monitored, on and off the
on, “it became very clear to me that this tankers was summoned from Hodei- ship. But, through another route, I
was going to be a politically much trick- dah to fasten a steel plate over the sea managed to read a report that Qubati
ier issue than what I had been expect- chest, to stop the ingress of water. wrote for his superiors at sepoc soon
ing—it was the first red flag.” The divers succeeded—an impressive after the leak. He describes a ship that
feat—but the plate was only a partial “moves forwards each day towards the
second red f lag was raised on fix. Even today, some water contin- worst” and a crew that works under
A May 27, 2020, when an alarm
sounded on the Safer, indicating a leak
ues to enter from the sea chest, and
must be pumped out using power from
unbearable stress, making one desper-
ate choice after another to prevent the
in the engine room. The chief engineer, the on-deck generators. vessel from sinking. He concludes,
Yasser al-Qubati, rushed to the bottom After this near-disaster, the Houthis “Science, mind, logic, experience . . . all
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confirm that the disaster is imminent, given the pandemic and the region’s rolled up and imagined oil blackening
but when [it] will exactly happen, Allah proximity to a conflict zone, there seemed the water. We were about a hundred
alone knows.” to be no tourists on the ferry I took. The miles from the Safer. The models pre-
Houthi militia frequently sends drones sented to the U.K. government suggest
he Red Sea is a natural marvel that with explosives into southern Saudi Ara- that the Farasan Islands could be hit
T is sometimes known as the Baby
Ocean. The robust and relatively young
bia. One had recently hit a commercial
aircraft, and others had detonated near
within a few days if a spill occurred be-
tween October and March, when the
coral systems in its waters extend twelve civilian areas. At least one had hit a boat Red Sea’s current is northward. But, re-
hundred miles, from the Gulf of Aqaba, bound for Farasan. On the day before I gardless of the current’s immediate di-
by the Sinai Peninsula, to the Dahlak landed in Jazan, the Saudi Arabian mil- rection, any major spill would pose a
Archipelago, off the coast of Eritrea. itary had intercepted two drones head- severe threat to marine species in the
The coral reefs support a unique and ing for the region. region. I wondered if the parrot fish
bountiful ecology. Fifteen per cent of The Farasan Islands are gorgeous, would keep returning if the Safer went
the Red Sea’s marine life is endemic: though the weather can be oppressively under. The catches of fishermen in the
many species, including fabulously ar- hot: it was a hundred and eighteen de- Farasans would be affected; the liveli-
rayed parrot fish, wrasses, and dotty- grees when I got off the ferry. A small hoods of fishermen closer to the site in
backs, live nowhere other than in its town on the main island contains an Yemen would be destroyed.
bath-warm waters. Along the coast of Ottoman fort and the resplendent ruins The Saudi Arabian government is
the sea, and on its many sparsely pop- of a pearl trader’s mansion from the now working vigorously to mitigate the
ulated islands, mangrove systems abound. nineteen-twenties. White-sand beaches threat of a major oil spill in the Red
(Mangroves are nurseries for young fish rivalling those in the Maldives occupy Sea. Officials are concerned about the
and other delicate species, and provide seemingly every stretch of coastline. The Safer’s potential long-term effects on
nesting sites for migratory birds.) ocean is lukewarm and turquoise. Every marine ecology and on international
In July, I visited the Farasan Islands, April, there is a festival celebrating the tourism, which the country hopes to
which lie about twenty-five miles west arrival of parrot fish into a shallow bay promote in the next decade. More ur-
of Jazan, the southernmost Saudi Ara- called Al-Hasis. Hundreds of revellers gently, Saudi officials are anxious about
bian city, which is fifty miles from the from the mainland join the local fish- the effect of a spill on key infrastruc-
Yemeni border. In normal times, the ermen and wade waist-deep into the ture along the coast, including desali-
Farasan Islands are a tourist destination, water with small nets to make a catch. nation plants that turn seawater into
especially for divers. But unsurprisingly, I stood in the bay with my pants drinking water. About half of Saudi
Arabia’s drinking water is produced
by desalination.
In Riyadh, I met with the Saudi Ara-
bian deputy minister for the environ-
ment, Osama Faqeeha, and two senior
officials, all of whom were engaged in
worst-case-scenario planning related to
the Safer. They would not divulge their
precise plans, but said that they were
already procuring planes, skimmers, and
dispersants to mitigate a spill. Part of
their strategy was to place booms in the
sea to stop the oil from reaching the
desalination plants.
The men were old enough to be
haunted by the memory of Saddam
Hussein, in 1991, releasing some eleven
million barrels of oil into the Persian
Gulf, to stop a marine assault by the
United States. The oil spill was the
largest in history, and in some places
the slick was five inches thick. It pol-
luted five hundred miles of the Saudi
coast, killing tens of thousands of sea-
birds, poisoning the water column, and
creating lasting damage for the region.
A subsequent U.S. study found that,
“Only three hundred and sixty-seven followers? twelve years after the spill, more than
Maria’s not an asset to the abbey.” eight million cubic metres of oily sed-
iment remained on the Saudi shore- Safer. U.N. sources told me that the these higher sums. Their reluctance is
line. One of the two senior Saudi offi- Houthis had made unreasonable de- understandable: it’s impossible to know
cials, Mohammed Qurban, who heads mands, such as asking for their own if the Houthis would accept this solu-
a government group called the National divers to accompany those hired by the tion, even if the donor nations found
Center for Wildlife, told me that his U.N., and that they had wanted more the money.
organization continues to chronicle the and more maintenance to be performed
toxic effects of the 1991 spill. on a ship that appears to be unsalvage- his summer, in Riyadh, I met with
Faqeeha sounded fatalistic when he
talked about the Safer. He said that it
able. Alseraji claimed that the U.N. had
reneged on several promises, and had
T Mohammed al-Jaber, the Saudi
Ambassador to Yemen. Jaber is fifty-
would be much better to address the “not been transparent.” one, with a gap-toothed smile and a
problem before a spill occurred, but added Around the time that the most re- direct manner. He has spent consider-
that he was basically powerless to do cent set of talks was cancelled, one of able time in Yemen, first as the Saudi
so. “We hope for the best, and prepare the clan’s leaders, Mohammed Ali al- defense attaché. He insisted repeatedly
for the worst,” he said. Houthi, tweeted, in Arabic, “If, God that Houthi leaders took their cues
forbid, an environmental catastrophe from Iran, and that their obstruction
f every party were committed to a occurred with the explosion of the Safer, in the Safer crisis was nothing more
I resolution of the crisis, all the oil could
be removed from the Safer within a
the world will stop not for a week, as
it did in Suez, but will stop for a long
than a callous power play. He said of
the port, “Hodeidah is being treated
month or so. Another tanker could berth time. And it will stop the navigation of as a hostage.” (When I mentioned
next to the ship and—while pumping Navy vessels and others. We hold the Saudi Arabia’s many lethal incursions
inert gas into the Safer’s oil tanks— U.N. accountable.” into Yemen, he looked resigned and
suck out its Marib crude. After that, a Ratcliffe, of the U.N., admitted to said, “We don’t want to fight.”)
decision on the fate of the Safer could me, “It’s very discouraging to read those Many people involved with the
be made without fears of a spill, a fire, kinds of comments.” He explained that U.N.’s attempt to solve the Safer crisis
or an explosion. There are many scrap the U.N. would keep trying to find a took similar, if more nuanced, positions
yards where the ship could be disas- solution, but that he wasn’t sure how to against the Houthi leadership. None,
sembled, so that its parts could be sold. end the impasse with the Houthis over apart from Ratcliffe, were permitted to
Yet the Houthis have frustrated the their demand that any inspection be speak on the record. One view was
U.N.’s attempts to take any steps to- accompanied by extensive repairs. “They that the more the international com-
ward removing the oil, despite having would like to see something that’s closer munity fixated on protecting the Safer
begged the organization for help in to essentially a renovation of the ves- the more strategically valuable the
2018. What do the Houthis want, then? sel,” Ratcliffe said. “You can understand ship became to the Houthis. Yemen
In July, I spoke to Ebrahim Alser- why that’s their perspective. But what was a failed state. At some point, the
aji, who had led the Houthis’ technical we have been trying to say to them over Houthis and the Saudi-led coalition
negotiations with the U.N., until the these many months is that we don’t would need to reach a peace agreement.
talks were cancelled in the spring. He even know what the conditions are like Until then, the Safer was an ace up the
said that the Houthis were anxious to on board. And it’s a very dangerous Houthis’ sleeve.
resolve the standoff, but not at any cost. site. . . . We don’t feel like we can offer The Houthi leadership seemed per-
They wished to “maintain the economic that kind of solution reliably without versely indifferent about an ecological
value” currently in place in the Ho- knowing what we’re dealing with.” disaster, even though civilians in Houthi-
deidah region. In other words, they Ratcliffe framed the tension between held territory would be by far the most
wanted to keep using the Safer as an the Houthis and the U.N. negotiators harmed by a major spill. It was as if the
offshore terminal—or at least to have primarily in terms of safety. But, through Houthis were holding guns to their own
another ship moored in the same po- other sources close to the negotiations, heads. Ratcliffe put it more diplomat-
sition, with the same volume of oil on I learned that the U.N. does not have ically: “They do seem to take it seri-
board. The estimated worth of the Saf- enough money to refurbish the ship. ously. But I get the impression that, at
er’s current payload of oil is about sixty The U.N.’s response to the Safer crisis times, they may have a different under-
million dollars. While we spoke, the has been funded by a consortium of standing of how likely a disaster is, or
Houthis were fighting the coalition for donor nations: the Netherlands, the how imminent it is.”
control of the oil fields in Marib. Als- U.K., France, Germany, Norway, and When I relayed Ratcliffe’s words to
eraji could imagine a future in which a Sweden. An assessment mission would Alseraji, he responded that he was
de-facto Houthi state in northern likely cost about ten million dollars. A well aware the situation was urgent.
Yemen could generate significant rev- thorough renovation of the ship would This was at odds with other public
enue by exporting oil from Ras Issa. cost upward of fifty million dollars. proclamations by the Houthis. Last
Nevertheless, he said, the Houthis were Finding a supertanker to replace the year, Mohammed Ali al-Houthi, the
“open to all solutions” from any party— Safer, and converting it into a floating clan leader, tweeted disparagingly about
except Israel. storage-and-off-loading unit, could cost the rising international concern for the
I asked Alseraji why it had not been even more. The consortium of donors Safer’s plight: “The life of the shrimps
possible to arrange an inspection of the has so far been unwilling to commit to is more precious than the life of Yemeni
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that the only viable solution was for the
U.N. Security Council to authorize the
use of force to secure the Safer. He pro
posed that a naval minesweeping team
comb the area for explosives, and that
a naval guard protect the Safer as its
oil is extracted and then loaded onto
another tanker. Ralby’s point was that
time was running short, and that it was
too dangerous to keep negotiating with
the Houthis on this issue.
Ralby’s article noted that, during the
month that it would take to remove the
oil from the Safer, there “would be more
than enough time for the Houthis to
exhibit a change of position from per
mission to hostility.” He went on, “Fur
thermore, the lack of unified command
within the Houthi elements means that
• • local Houthi forces may take a differ
ent approach than their ostensible
‘leadership’ in Sana’a. The risk of an
citizens to the U.S. and its allies. . . . Whether the Houthi leadership in impulsive attack is too great, therefore,
Why is Safer more dangerous than the Sana’a will respond to such admoni to attempt a shiptoship transfer of
siege and the assault of the Americans, tions is another matter. Indeed, some the oil without external security, which
British, Saudis, Emiratis and their al U.N. contractors worry that the Houthis would need to be provided by a foreign
lies on the people?” may have actually weaponized the ship. military. The only way for that to hap
Alseraji told me that the Houthis In 2020, during preparations for an in pen at this point is via a U.N. Security
would not allow any oil to be removed spection that never occurred, a U.N. Council Resolution.”
until there was “peace.” But if the Hou contractor advised that experts check Ralby’s proposal has not won uni
this are hoping to maintain the colos the ship for “mines or explosives or im versal support. To many, the idea of
sal threat posed by the Safer—a spill— provised explosive devices.” Another using an armed naval convoy to enter
until it suits them to defuse the risk, the U.N. source said that the vessel was an Houthi waters near Hodeidah is un
tactic is unsustainable: their leverage integral part of the Houthis’ defense wise. Peter Salisbury, a senior analyst
would vanish the instant the ship began of Hodeidah. Nobody who has been for Yemen at the International Crisis
to leak. on the Safer recently has reported see Group, a nongovernmental organiza
The United States, which has made ing any I.E.D.s. But the ship is now tion dedicated to conflict prevention
a more concerted effort to help end defended by soldiers. It would take less and resolution, told me, “We are talking
the fighting in Yemen since President than a day to transfer explosives to the about a rusting, heavily guarded ship
Joe Biden took office, has been nota Safer by boat. probably surrounded by sea mines that
bly quiet on the Safer issue. Recently, Alseraji, the Houthi negotiator, ap is highly prone to leaks and some kind
however, Cathy Westley, the chargé peared to confirm to me that the ship of explosion.” He continued, “The con
d’affaires for the U.S. Embassy to was being used as a weapon: “Whether sensus seems to be that you want to
Yemen, told me that she placed the it’s a new vessel or an old vessel or a get the oil off without moving the ship,
onus squarely on the Houthis to stop decaying vessel, we can still use it as a to minimize the risks of a leak. I strug
obstructing the U.N., and she accused military defense in battles for Hodeidah. gle to see a military scenario that doesn’t
them of “politicizing the tanker.” I It will not change anything if the U.N. significantly increase the chances of
also learned that American represen follows through with the agreement or what we all want to avoid—a leak, or
tatives were attempting, through does not. It will not change the status an explosion, or the F.S.O. Safer just
Omani interlocutors and other part of the F.S.O. Safer to us, from a mili sinking outright.”
ners, to convince the Houthis of the tary standpoint.” Iran has also offered to facilitate a
perils of inaction. nonmilitary version of a shiptoship
“The Houthis must stop negotiat s the U.N.’s negotiations have foun transfer. In July, the Iranian foreign min
ing in bad faith,” Westley said. If a spill,
a fire, or an explosion happened, she
A dered, other parties have made
their own suggestions about how to fix
istry sent a memo to the U.N. propos
ing to send a floating storage vessel to
said, “the Houthis will be the only ones the crisis. In March, Ian Ralby, who the Red Sea to offload the Safer’s oil.
to blame and will risk the wrath of runs I.R. Consilium, a U.S.based ad The Iranian document noted, in En
both the Yemeni people and the inter visory group focussing on maritime is glish, “The new initiative will circum
national community.” sues, coauthored an article arguing vent the current disagreement of Ye
44 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
meni parties on what to do with the oil, and the Commercial Option now seems from the fence. We drove south, along
as the settlement of this issue by the Ye- the most probable path forward. Like dirt roads, through coalition-controlled
meni parties will be left to a later stage all potential remedies, it is fraught with territory, to the coastal town of Midi.
when the current risks are controlled.” difficulties. The Houthis, for example, Sudanese soldiers from the coalition
It was puzzling that the Iranians had appear to be concerned about possible walked past the convoy in the opposite
not made such an offer earlier, and in liabilities arising from the mission, and direction, in the midday heat. The front
any case it seemed unlikely that the Sau- want a neutral organization to oversee line with the Houthi militia was ten
dis, or other members of the coalition, it. To everyone’s surprise, the Houthis miles to the south. The Safer was an-
would welcome such a solution, given now say that they want the U.N. to take other sixty miles south of that.
the role Iran is playing in the Yemen up the task. We arrived at a bombed-out sea-
confict. Alseraji, the Houthi negotia- side promenade. A carpet of discarded
tor, told me that he welcomed new ideas he Safer is not sinking. It is not on plastic bottles fringed the walkway,
but that Iran’s offer had been made to
diplomats, not to the Houthi commit-
T fire. It has not exploded. It is not
leaking oil. Yet the crew of the ship, and
and every shelter was marked with the
dents of gunfire. Ali Seraj, the gover-
tee itself. It was, he said, idle talk. every informed observer, expects disas- nor of Midi, met me at the prome-
Another group looking to solve the ter to occur soon. But how soon? A nade, with a white baseball cap, rect-
Safer crisis has quietly suggested what year? Six months? Two weeks? Tomor- angular sunglasses, and a defeated air.
has become known as the Commercial row? In May, Ahmed Kulaib, the for- He showed me the sights, such as they
Option. The combined worth of the mer executive at sepoc, told me that were. He said that in 2015 the area had
ship’s oil and its scrap metal is approx- “it could be after five minutes.” Then been a front line of the war. Houthi
imately a hundred million dollars; the five minutes passed, and then another. soldiers had destroyed hundreds of
idea is to sell enough of these assets to The tension surrounding the Safer boats, and the local fishing industry—
pay for the transfer of fuel to another crisis is generated as much by different the main livelihood of workingmen in
ship, and for the Safer’s removal from calibrations of time as by different as- his region—had collapsed, just as it
the Red Sea. No agreement has been sessments of risk. In an instant, a leak, had in many other parts of littoral
reached about the profits that might a crack, or a spark could cause a disas- Yemen. Later, we drove down the coast,
be generated by this process, but the ter, and even in the best-case scenario where hundreds of bullet-riddled fish-
Houthis expect that any remaining any solution would take months to ex- ing boats lay stranded in rows at the
funds would be relayed to their gov- ecute. If the U.N. were given permis- water’s edge. Seraj hoped that the fish-
ernment in Sana’a. sion to inspect the vessel tomorrow, it ermen could eventually mend their
The proposal has been championed would need up to eight weeks to as- vessels and return to work. But a major
by a successful Yemeni grain-trading semble a team and to reach the Safer. leak from the Safer would extinguish
firm, the Fahem Group, whose finan- As for the military, commercial, or Ira- that hope, blanketing the coastline
cial interest is self-evident: a spill would nian solutions, who knows how long with Marib crude.
knock out grain imports for months, they’d require? A spare supertanker We walked along a wooden board-
ruining its business. Fahem has part- cannot be summoned like a taxi. Un- walk through clusters of mangroves,
nered with the Yemen Safe Passage expected things can hap- toward the Red Sea. Chil-
Group, a collection of former diplo- pen in a war zone. Because dren were playing in the
mats, humanitarian experts, and ana- of all these conficting sce- gray-blue shallows, shriek-
lysts, mostly based in the U.K., who are narios with unclear time ing and giggling. The pre-
interested in Yemen. Dutch and Brit- frames, the Safer crisis feels vious day, I had received
ish diplomats are also involved in the at once urgent and endless. a briefing from a Saudi
discussions. Fahem has engaged Smit, Each passing day seems like Army officer about how
a Dutch marine-salvage firm, to un- proof to one side that the many sea mines were in
dertake the oil-transfer work, if it be- worries about the ship are the water, and I asked the
comes feasible. overblown, and to the other governor if it was safe to
Nobody from Fahem or Yemen Safe that one more inch on a swim in this spot. Seraj
Passage wanted to be quoted in this ar- bomb’s fuse has burned. did not directly answer the
ticle, but representatives for the Com- The crisis unfolds at the speed of rust. question, but noted that the area had
mercial Option met with Houthi ne- These days in Yemen, the smart been swept for explosives.
gotiators in Sana’a in July. The Houthis money fows to the pessimists. The war The commanding officer in our con-
have subsequently displayed shifting has already taken so much from the voy was anxious to keep our time out-
levels of engagement with the group’s country. This summer, I crossed from side of military vehicles short, in case
proposal. In July, Alseraji, the Houthi Saudi Arabia into northern Yemen with of an attack, and he ordered us to re-
negotiator, told me that the talks in a convoy of Saudi soldiers. The border turn to our trucks. Before we walked
Sana’a amounted to nothing but “chit- control was in a concrete shack with a back along the boardwalk, I asked Seraj
chat”; a few weeks later, he character- tin roof, next to a creaky iron gate sur- what an oil spill would mean for his re-
ized the same talks as “positive.” Dis- rounded by barbed-wire fencing. A Ye- gion. Turning from the sea, he said, with-
cussions between the two parties continue, meni fag waved atop a pole a few yards out emotion, “A huge catastrophe.”
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PERSONAL HISTORY
MY GENTILE REGION
The legacy of a botched circumcision.
BY GARY SHTEYNGART
n August 24, 2020, as I at- could be seen between this skin bridge living longer, to walking for two hours
among its faithful. And, outside ortho- fornia at Davis, “is really the last ritual him, “You are a Jew in your head and
doxy, large swaths of the Torah are sub- to go.” In such families, she singles out your heart, not your penis.”
ject to interpretation. Is a practice born fathers as the main drivers of the prac- The question of whom circumcision
of ancient Egyptian feats of endurance tice. “What is the connection there, be- is for becomes even more fraught for So-
indispensable enough for us to continue tween masculinity and circumcision?” viet Jews in North America and Israel.
cutting one of the most sensitive parts she asked me. When it came to her own Sasha Senderovich, who teaches at the
of the male anatomy, where any mis- son, she opted for the brit-shalom nam- University of Washington, and was born
calculation may lead to tragedy? ing ceremony (a version of which, some- in the Russian city of Ufa, said of the
Yet, even for highly assimilated Jews, times called the brit bat, is also per- post-Soviet foreskin, “It could be seen
circumcision, according to Diane Wolf, formed for girls). When her son asked as a Jewish bodily mark all its own—a
a sociologist at the University of Cali- her why he wasn’t circumcised, she told mark, for example, of a circumcision that
52 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
9 13
One of the big dangers in keeping rabbits What the parishioners held dear
is that the doe is more likely than not to eat her litter. was the idea there would be no consequences
We kept them in separate hutches under the row for giving someone a clip round the ear.
of damsons. When would I ever be done with the effrontery
From this vantage point of a clip round the ear or a slap in the dial
I could see Armagh and the twin spires of St. Patrick’s from the parish priest for having suggested that a
Cathedral. three-leaf clover
The story went the I.R.A. man who led the raid was carrying represented the Trinity as one flesh?
a Thompson.
14
10 As time went by, my mother would take to singing
I was still trying to get clear “The Lonely Goatherd.”
why Macha’s charioteer The chances of finding a springbok
had dandled a Barbary ape imported from Gibraltar in the National Museum were about as strong
when he should have been tightening the pony’s girth. as finding a beatnik on a bog road between Balleybofey
In a novel by Raymond Chandler and Lifford.
a man may charge twenty-five dollars a day plus expenses
as he climbs toward the chandelier. 15
Here I would still wear an altar boy’s soutane and surplice The small crowd that had by now gathered
and hover like his own phantasm was almost equally divided between spurring me on and
as he tried to get clear ordering me back.
of the world of seed-surges and menses. I loved how Hallgerdur would later deny Gunnar
a strand of her hair to replace his broken bowstring.
11 My parachute straps had been made at Moygashel as part
The constant friction of the war effort.
in Northern Ireland made the term “Orange Free State” The damsons were themselves notorious for sending out
seem nuts runners.
yet Larry Toal had an Orange Free State stamp complete
with its original gum. 16
There was little likelihood Catholics would ever What the crowd holds dear
achieve parity. is the notion there’ll be no reckoning in the political sphere.
In August, 1971, my neighbor would be bundled into an
12 Army Land Rover
I may have started climbing because I’d been slapped for and installed in a new prison in Long Kesh.
some minor infraction. Surely it’s not only in a novel by Raymond Chandler
Not the little slap Bacall gives Bogart in “To Have and that a body tenses?
Have Not.” Even as I climbed toward the amber chandelier
More like the slap Gunnar gives Hallgerdur in Njál’s Saga. the Unionists, almost as an involuntary
Hard to believe that in years to come response, had introduced internment without trial.
I would drive Lauren Bacall home from a New York party. What they held dear
Larry Toal had heard the National Museum of Ireland was the idea there would be no consequences.
owned a stuffed quagga.
—Paul Muldoon
could not have been performed because American physicians reasoned that Jews On the other side of the ledger,
it might have invited the unwanted at- had far fewer sexually transmitted dis- though, two out of every million boys
tention of suspicious neighbors or the eases such as syphilis because of their circumcised in the United States die
state.” For Senderovich, “the uncircum- missing foreskins. In truth, Jews may from the procedure, according to the
cised Jewish penis is not a problem that have suffered from lower rates of these American Academy of Family Physi-
needs to be fixed.” diseases by having less sex outside their cians; other studies place the death toll
In the nineteenth century, circumci- communities. Today, some doctors sup- higher. Estimates of complications vary
sion expanded beyond a religious cus- port circumcision because certain stud- from around 0.2 per cent of surgeries to
tom. The squeamish Victorians believed ies show that it may lower the risk of as much as ten per cent. Most are rela-
that the procedure would lead to better H.I.V. transmission and infant urinary- tively minor, but some have resulted in
hygiene (and discourage masturbation). tract infections. amputation of the glans or the entire
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2:30 pee then shower, down to 2
2:50 lidocaine cream up to 3 depressed
3:15 down to 2 working in bed underwear
off, feeling sad
3:29 finished writing for the day feeling
panicky
3:40 pee 3 put on bandage going for walk
4:15 walk 3 but a little happier to be outside
4:46 return home after 50 min walk about
a3
5:20 after bath and about 20 minutes 1 or
even .5
6:30 dinner sitting in chair 1-2. Happy
time with family mind not in pain
6:45 after pee back to 3 [my son’s] first ep-
isode of the Simpsons
8:20 down to 2 after hot shower
9:14 up to 3 lidocaine cream applied
9:35 still pain taking Ativan to sleep
2:54 [a.m.] wake up to pee. Painful 3 or 4
“I thought they’d be less scared of me, but boy let me tell you . . .” “I miss you,” my wife said, despite
the close quarters in which we lived.
“For the first time in the fifteen years
• • that I’ve known you, your humor is gone.”
I told her that I felt like an “unper-
organ. Among ultra-Orthodox Jewish ing for signs of irrevocable collapse, ready son.” She asked me why. It was not an
communities, the centuries-old practice to whisk my family to the airport and easy question to answer. As an adult, prior
of the mohel, or ritual circumciser, suc- then to whichever half-decent country to the hair in my “Gentile region,” I had
tioning the blood from the penis by would take us (Ireland, by that point). not been wrapped up in my penis and its
mouth has resulted in several infants But how would I propel myself to the affairs in the way of some men I have
being infected with herpes; in 2011, a airport in my Elizabethan penis collar? known. In fact, I suggested to my wife
boy died. The belief that babies don’t How would I leave behind the nearly that I would be fine with getting rid of
fully experience pain during circumci- dozen doctors (and one excellent hyp- it to stop the pain. She was not enthusi-
sion because their central nervous sys- notist) who were now taking an active astic. But the idea of “unpersonhood”
tems aren’t developed has been shown interest in my situation? stuck with me. Back in New York, I
to be false. A 1997 circumcision study at My seven-year-old son knew that walked through the lobby of my build-
the University of Alberta ended enroll- something was wrong. During our brief ing and into the city with the nub of a
ment early because doctors found the walks in the country, one of my hands secret, a hand in my sweatpants holding
procedure too traumatic for babies who held on to his little one, while the other up the bandage that was, in turn, hold-
were not anesthetized, while even a form hunted through the pocket of my sweat- ing up a part of me that was now entirely
of injected anesthetic, the dorsal penile pants, trying to keep my collar in place. foreign to me, like an angry animal that
nerve block, did not eliminate all pain. He made me a daily menu where I could would not retract its claws. My psychol-
Many people around the world, from mark off which dishes I wanted for lunch ogist recommended that I revisit Gogol’s
parents to legislators, are reconsidering and dinner. I was the child now, depen- masterpiece “The Nose,” in which a pro-
the practice. The parliaments of both dent on my son’s and my wife’s hugs boscis escapes the body of a minor St. Pe-
Denmark and Iceland have debated ban- and soothing words. tersburg official to carry on a life of its
ning the procedure, and the proportion On the advice of my psychologist, I own. “You are mistaken, my dear sir,” the
of infant boys circumcised in the United began to keep a journal tracking my pain nose says when its owner confronts it at
States between 1979 and 2010 dropped level on a scale of zero to five. Peeing a prayer service and demands that it re-
from sixty-five per cent to fifty-eight, was the most painful (I could now urinate turn to his face. “I exist in my own right.”
according to the C.D.C. It is possible only sitting down). The relatively pain- In my memoir “Little Failure,” I had
to envision a near future in which the free moments almost always accompa- written about having a hole cut in my
majority of male American infants begin nied the presence of family and friends: underwear by my mother so that my
their lives with their genitalia intact. infected penis could breathe the murky
11:00 [a.m.] pain level at about 3 Queens air. Soon after the operation,
utside the snow-glazed window of relatives came to visit me in my sickbed
O my New York apartment, the pan-
demic was raging and the President had
12:02 [p.m.] after talking to tony bass [my
psychologist] and paul [my friend Paul
La Farge]: down to 1.5
and take a gander at my broken boy-
hood. Now other memories returned as
12:05 after pee back to 3 right away
declared that he had won an election 12:15 hot shower down to 2 well. Even after I healed from the ini-
he had just lost. As a former citizen of 12:20 down to 1 happier thinking of family tial circumcision, I despised the remains
a failed superpower, I was always look- By 1:30 back up to 3 of my penis so much that on the rare
54 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
occasion I was alone in my family’s apart- The final breakthrough came after membered, as I did, a period of diffi-
ment I would stand in front of the mir- a visit with Dr. Robert Moldwin, the cult urination. “I was screaming,” he
ror with my genital tucked between my director of the Pelvic Pain Center at said, “but the masculine Italian response
legs, marvelling at the purity of myself Northwell Health, in the village of Lake was just to laugh about it.” A second
without the wrecked mountain roads Success, on Long Island. Dr. Moldwin surgery was performed to correct the
that crisscrossed my organ’s underside. prescribed an ingenious compound cream first when he was around six years old.
Back then, I could barely speak English, containing amitriptyline, a tricyclic an- He told me that the psychological ef-
and the children in Jewish day school tidepressant. He helped me further un- fects of both surgeries have been last-
made fun of me both for being Rus- derstand the mind-body connection: ing: “It’s affected my sexual performance
sian—a “Commie”—and for being poor “First, there’s a significant organic com- and my experiences around partnering
on a government-cheese order of mag- ponent to the pain, and patients start to and creating bonds with people.”
nitude. Recently, I learned that the Bib- feel helpless, they catastrophize it. Chronic We will never know the full extent
lical penalty for not being circumcised pain carries a high likelihood that the of such stories, because men are not
is karet, which means being cut off from patient will dwell on it. The pain can supposed to talk about these things.
one’s community. As a seven-year-old, then become embedded in the spinal col- We must either laugh it off or be stoic
I had been duly circumcised in a mis- umn, in the brain.” As spring settled over about what happened “down there,”
erable hospital, and still I was subjected the East Coast and masks started to come like the Egyptian nobles of 2400 B.C.
to my classmates’ playground version of off, I found that, while the cream helped On January 5th, at the epicenter of
karet, having been both cut and cut off. ease the genital pain, it still, at times, re- my time of troubles, and, soon, my na-
minded me of the unfortunate young tion’s, I took a walk down a road leading
he months passed. I got better, I British man Alex Hardy’s formulation of past red barns and other frigid structures
T got worse, I got better. I had seen
so many doctors that my urine was now
an eyeball with the eyelid amputated. that frame the winter landscape of our
country home. I could smell leaves rotting
infected with klebsiella, a bacteria com- hat am I left with in the end? I in the snowbanks and found it strange
monly found in hospital settings. A
nurse who was present during an ex-
W hope I will continue to get bet-
ter, though I doubt I will ever be com-
that they had survived this long. A loud
wailing wall of wind had built itself up
amination of my genitalia fainted on pletely right again. I may have to slather around me and I shivered in my sweat-
the spot, which did not improve my my genital with ointments for the rest pants as one hand held up the bandage
hopes for recovery or my self-esteem. of my life. There are new associated com- around me. I was listening to a podcast
My wife introduced me to a friend plications from the various medications, called “Time to Say Goodbye,” and its
and college classmate of hers, the plastic and the treatment of my post-traumatic format, three Asian Americans trash-
surgeon Olivia Hutchinson. Dr. Hutchin- stress will continue. Even with excellent ing neoliberalism, reminded me of my
son and one of her partners examined insurance, I have spent many thousands friends back in the city, many of whom
me and told me that my nerve trauma of dollars for medical care and will con- I had not seen in almost a year because
would take a while to heal, that the nerves tinue to spend more. of the pandemic and my condition. Their
were now embedded within fibrous scar While discussing the topic with my voices made me less lonely, and behind
tissue, and that the collagen fibres were friends, I came across four instances of me our house shivered in the distance,
still settling after the cauterization. De- pain and disfigurement as a result of a place of love and care. It was just after
spite the pain it caused, I was instructed four, but the sun was setting, and in its
to “palpate,” or massage, the inflamed descent it punched its rays through the
and fibrous lower stub of the former skin thick clouds of our latitude, as it some-
bridge, in order to loosen some of the times does on the covers of evangeli-
scar tissue and to allow the traumatized cal brochures. As a militant agnostic, I
nerves to grow straight. This was some- believe there are things one just can’t
times agonizing, but it really helped. know, layers of endlessness that wash up
Dr. Hutchinson showed me how to tend against our brief earthbound corporeal-
to the tiny wounds that collected lint, ity. The moon is typically gendered as
bandage material, and dead skin. female, but the sun is all over the place:
Each visit to Dr. Hutchinson less- late circumcisions or of surgeries to cor- the male Ra to the ancient Egyptians,
ened my anxiety, until I came to believe rect botched childhood circumcisions. the goddess Amaterasu in Japanese my-
that kindness must constitute at least a In the Philippines. In Canada. In Port- thology. The sun was retreating to make
third of a doctor’s repertoire. While she land. In a neighboring village. room for the winter night, but I clung
focussed on the physical aspect of my The man who lives near me, a forty- to the last bits of warmth. Despite what
pain, she did not discount the psycho- eight-year-old musician, is the son of I held in my hand, I could not assign
logical part of it. Another doctor, a urol- Italian farmers who moved to the U.S. gender to the setting orb. I felt that, if
ogist at N.Y.U. Langone, made a simi- They did not speak English, yet were anything, the Sun was beyond gender,
lar observation: “If you stubbed your toe somehow persuaded by American doc- and, in Their divinity and mercy, They
in 1999, you’ll forget about it. This is a tors to have their son circumcised, a would not want me or my brothers to
traumatic event your mind can’t let go.” procedure rarely done in Italy. He re- feel this much pain.
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FICTION
passing, but it seemed highly unlikely nine million years and that has been ex- o be a kid requires difficult detec-
we’d be caught—the school had been
abandoned since the previous century,
tinct for the past twenty. Popple lost
his pinky to a Surveiller’s laser while
T tive work. You have to piece to-
gether the entire universe from scratch.
when ash from the Great Western Fires taking speed photographs of the ghost I tried to remember this when Starling
made most of the region unlivable. My of a cedar waxwing. turned three and her questions evolved
daughter had never set foot inside an The Surveillers aren’t much for from “Who that!?” and “When snack?”
old-fashioned brick-and-mortar school, small talk. They won’t hesitate to put to that developmental rocket booster
and seemed more intrigued by the idea a trespasser in a bag. Orrine was lucky “Why?” No adult is ever more than
of seeing a chalkboard than by the that day in the swamp—she clung to three “why”s away from the abyss.
birds. The school was on the outskirts a branch on one of the few living cy- Children wake up to the knowledge
of a Red Zone in our family’s ances- press trees, pulling herself up into its that they have missed almost every-
tral breeding grounds—“Oregon” on saving arms. The A.Q.I. was such a thing—millennia of life on Earth, and
the older maps, the ones from my boy- nightmare that the Surveillers left her the blank blooming that preceded us.
hood. An evocative name, a name I behind. All children are haunted, I’m sure, by
loved and mispronounced with rever- Once the sky became deeded prop- the irretrievably lost worlds behind
ence at age eleven. I grew up in a town erty, Surveillers started patrolling the them. My generation felt this vertigo
called Eugene, in the shadow of moun- hazy air above the lonely scrublands keenly. By the time I was born, half the
tains that were unreachable by my third and evaporated lakes. Their employ- world’s ten thousand species of birds
birthday. Ore-gone. ers are paranoid in proportion to the had gone extinct.
We were going in heavy, geared up. suffering that surrounds them; they I was the kid who loved baseball
The blood kept jamming in my head. seem to feel that anyone who casts a cards and antique globes. Vintage news-
My daughter, Starling, looked so small shadow in a Red Zone is an “ecoterror- papers and paperback novels, the arte-
in my viewfinder, struggling under the ist.” We joke that they must want to rial reds and blues of old surveyors’ maps.
weight of her spectrograph. She is turn- keep the escape routes to the moon At Don’s Pawn, I bought a partial en-
ing fourteen in November, and she has clear. “You’d think they’d look the other cyclopedia set that on my shelf looked
never seen a bird offscreen. Two mile- way,” Popple huffed to me during our like a boxer’s toothless grin—I left hope-
stones for me that dusk: my first visit spring count. “What’s it to them if a ful spaces for the missing volumes. My
to the world’s largest known roost of pair of paunchy loners are out here father called my bedroom “Jasper’s li-
Vaux’s swifts, and my first trip with my collecting songs? It’s nothing they can brary of rags.” Well, I was ten. I could
daughter post-divorce. profit from.” not explain why it was thrilling to spe-
As we pushed on toward the chim- My daughter mercifully missed lunk backward through time. I became
ney, I wished that I had invited Or- the land grabs and the water wars aware of the past as a vast and mostly
rine. I hadn’t wanted my new girlfriend fought above the rasping aquifers. The unmapped space, still shimmering with
to intrude on my time with Starling, sky is what has been colonized in her the inlaid mineral of the unknown pos-
but now that our trip was under way lifetime—a private highway system sible. The cooled magma of a finalized
I regretted the decision. I could have branching out of Earth’s shallows into reality. When I became a teen-ager, real
used the extra set of muscles. Another outer space, its imaginary lines con- lava was flowing in our streets. Phre-
paranormal birder’s expertise. Orrine jured into legal reality and policed with atic eruptions had become common-
has the most extraordinary eyes, the blood-red force. A single human being place, along with food shortages, tsu-
burst purple of a calliope humming- now claims to own all the sky that lifts namis, hurricanes, and wildfires. History
bird’s throat feathers. We’ve been dat- from the Andes to Mars. was my sanctuary throughout the whirl-
ing for three months now, if you de- I’d had a recent run-in with a Sur- ing and burning of the twenty-forties
fine dating as sleeping under bridges veiller myself. I had not mentioned and fifties.
hoping to glimpse a colony of ghost this to Yesenia, my daughter’s mother. By the time I discovered the Para-
swallows; I do, and, fortunately for me, She is a worrier by nature, and I did normal Birding Society, extinct bird spe-
so does Orrine. not want to kindle that fire. I did not cies outnumbered living ones. I should
The school’s eighty-foot brick chim- want to be consumed by it, either. have been collecting feathers in 2040,
ney was the tallest man-made struc- My pilot friend, Stu, a cheerful alco- not Orioles baseball cards and rotary
ture for miles. It would be difficult to holic with a Humming Jet license, had telephones. I never suspected that every
escape if the Surveillers took an inter- flown me to the Red Zone south of bird would disappear in my lifetime.
est. Orrine was shot in the former Oke- Mt. Hood, where I’d spent three weeks Wavelengths of color and song. Ice pi-
fenokee Swamp, while searching for camping out and listening to the fuzzy geons. Yellow-eyed penguins. Great blue
traces of the ivory-billed woodpecker. music of a dead vesper sparrow. I es- herons. Purple gallinules. Red-throated
Another birder in our network, Suzy, caped the Surveiller in the conven- sunbirds. Somali ostriches. Rock doves.
had been held for ransom after being tional way, via a blood bribe. Cash is Day-old chicks, accumulating damage
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with each smoky breath. There was a “Dad. I’m fine with a world without balcony in full protective gear. When we
last nestling of every species. On the birds. Anyhow, if I want to see one, I just first fell in love, Yesenia saw ghosts of
nightly news, and outside our sealed ask the Hololite to show me a flame-go, golden-winged warblers and tundra
windows, we watched birds dying from or whatever I’m into.” swans, but gradually it seemed as though
the smoke waves and the fast-moving “A flamingo.” the power left her. Sometimes I won-
plagues, from habitat destruction and “Exactly. Show me a flame-go, I say, dered if Yesenia was afraid to see the
hunger, from triple-digit temperatures and then one appears with its weird ghost birds, and had passed that fear
and neurotoxic metals powdering the pink candy-cane neck in our living down to our daughter. Certainly she re-
air. When I was Starling’s age, I did not room. And you can program it to fly, sented the time I spent away from home,
understand, somehow—even as I lifted or have sex with another flame-go, or waiting for the birds to materialize.
the greening copper of a twentieth-cen- eat shrimp cocktail, or whatever you Here is the beautiful thing, the mad-
tury telephone to my ear—that our time want to see.” dening thing, about paranormal bird-
would end as well. I swallowed. “It is not the same. These watching: you can make your eye avail-
The fires spread to every continent. are real birds that have gone on swim- able to them, but they have to choose
The air turned a peppery orange, mak- ming and singing beyond extinction. that sky.
ing each unfiltered breath a harrowing They are independent spirits.” People assume that to haunt means
event. A straightforward solution, for Two weeks before our trip, I’d learned to stay rooted to one coördinate, like a
any winged creature, would seem obvi- on the Ghost Bird Alert Network that star in heaven, or a murdered gangster
ous: climb higher. the tiny, intrepid ghosts of Vaux’s swifts pacing around his last Chicago hotel
But many birds that headed for the appeared to be following their old mi- room. But, if there is one myth the ghost
cleaner, thinner air responded to ex- gration route down the Pacific Flyway, birds have exposed, it’s that death means
treme hypoxia just as their human using the decommissioned chimneys stasis. The flocks we track continue to
counterparts did when moving from of churches, military bases, and mental cross oceans and continents, and the
sea level to the Rockies and the Hi- asylums as truck stops on the sky-road Paranormal Birding Society has been
malayas. Millions died from clotting to Venezuela. In late August, Wanda collecting fresh data on their distribu-
blood. They fell from the skies in trick- had counted f ive thousand ghosts tion patterns, undead coloration, and
les, then torrents. The variegated laugh- rippling like a single wing and drop- evolving calls and songs.
ing thrush. The blue-fronted redstart. ping into the chimney of Old North- The Paranormal Birding Society
Obituary writers for Nature could not ern State Hospital. Thermal readings sounds awfully official for what amounts
keep up. Human beings, with our in- suggested that eleven thousand spirits to a rumor mill of several hundred peo-
fernal ingenuity, adapted. We found would soon be haunting the chimney ple in four hemispheres. We are work-
ways to survive the death sentence we’d of Chapman Elementary School, their ing to recruit new members. It’s a chal-
delivered to our gasping cohabitants numbers peaking in mid-September lenge to convince people that the study
of this planet. and declining until the last stragglers of ghosts is worthwhile. Why collect
Nobody I know is travelling to the left in early October. data on the dead? A haunting is an op-
future anymore. Not Earth’s future. I told Yesenia that we’d be visiting my portunity, as Orrine likes to say. Who
Some diehard optimists enlist as sail- mother in La Grande; I told Starling to could watch a murmuration of ghost
ors on the trillionaires’ intergalactic fleets. starlings iridesce across the city skyline
My sister Dolores signed her twins up without wanting to know where the
for eight-year terms as indentured ser- birds are going, and why? We have so
vants on the floating starships. Of course, much more to learn from them. How
they call it something else, you know: to pierce the smoke wall of our dulled
“Emi and Luna are joining the Star senses and lift into the unknown. How
Guild!” Air has become damn expen- to navigate the world to come.
sive in the past decade. I hug my daugh- The very first paranormal bird-watch-
ter tighter to me, flooding her respira- ers rarely understood what they were see-
tor. I want Starling to stay on Earth ing and hearing, naïvely believing they’d
with me. I worry that she is losing her get familiar with her early birthday pres- spotted the last surviving snowy owl in a
dreaming eye—the conjuring eye that ents, an E.M.F. detector and a pair of car-wash rainbow, or heard the call of a
is hers alone, the one that can see be- Nighthawk binoculars. living whip-poor-will. In the years fol-
yond appearances, into the ultraviolet. “Oh my God, Mom is going to give lowing the Great Death, grief-mad hu-
you so much shit if she finds out. What mans reported sightings of extinct birds
t meant a lot to me that Starling had if Mom keeps calling Grandma and we’re on every continent. A bar-headed goose
I agreed to come on this trip. Now that
she’s a teen-ager, it’s hard to get her un-
not there? What if Grandma breaks?”
“Oh, she’ll make it to Tuesday, at least.
was allegedly seen by a spaceship captain
eighty kilometres above the Indian Ocean.
hooked from her Hololite, and even Your Grandma is an excellent liar.” Gradually, as people accepted that
harder to get her to take an interest in Yesenia refuses to let me take Star- the birds were gone for good, the Para-
nature. We’ve had a version of the same ling on my bird-watching excursions. normal Birding Society took flight. But
argument for years now: She barely lets me take her out on our so many questions remain. The most
58 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
profound of these is the one a child
would ask: Why are the ghosts still
here with us?
JUST LOOK
The greatness of Jasper Johns is on display in a major retrospective.
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL
n sixty-six years of multifarious art with overinterpretation despite his stated ing was largely farmed out to relatives,
I works by Jasper Johns, the subject of
a huge retrospective that is split between
commitment, early on, to dealing with
“things the mind already knows,” start-
had studied at the University of South
Carolina and done a stint in the Army.
the Whitney Museum, in New York, and ing with flags, targets, numbers, and maps, Having had a dream in 1954 of paint-
the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I can before proceeding to trickier motifs that ing the American flag, he did so, em-
think of only one work that expresses are nonetheless equally matter-of-fact. ploying a technique that was unusual at
an opinion: “The Critic Sees” (1961), a Johns’s extraordinary virtuosity with line, the time: brushstrokes in pigmented,
sculpted relief of eyeglasses with blab- texture, and color is an adequate hook lumpy encaustic wax that sensitize the
bing mouths in place of lenses. (The for any of his works. deadpan image, such that there is an
piece is not in the show.) The image sug- It all began in 1955, in a ramshackle aura of feeling, though particular to no
gests exasperation from a great artist— building on Pearl Street, in lower Man- one. The abrupt gesture—sign paint-
America’s greatest, post-Willem de Koon- hattan, that Johns shared with his lover, ing, essentially, of profound sophistica-
ing, in terms of a capacity to reset formal Robert Rauschenberg. The twenty-five- tion—ended modern art. It torpedoed
and semiotic ideals for subsequent striv- year-old Johns, a South Carolinian sur- the macho existentialism of many Ab-
ing artists. Johns has often been burdened vivor of a broken home whose upbring- stract Expressionist stars then on the
“Racing Thoughts,” from 1983. Johns has often been burdened with overinterpretation. His silence must be our guide.
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scene and anticipated Pop art’s demotic Again, looking rules, as in the case of piece (1512-16). You’d never guess the
sources and Minimalism’s self-evidence. my favorite paintings of Johns’s mid- source without being told. It’s like Johns
It put art into the world, and vice versa. career phase, spectacular variations on to daintily invoke holy rage. His prolif-
Politically, the flag painting was an icon color-field abstraction that present all- erating skulls and skeletons anchor var-
of the Cold War, symbolizing both liberty over clusters of diagonal marks—that ious of his caprices to comic effect: their
and coercion. Patriotic or anti-patriotic? is, hatchings. These are often mislead- subjects are dead, as he is not. Johns taunts
Your call. The content is smack on the ingly termed “crosshatch,” even by Johns the Grim Reaper, putting the “fun” in
surface, demanding careful description himself, but the marks never cross. Each “funereal” and sailing past the mortal
rather than analytical fuss of a sort that bundle has a zone of the picture plane irony of his own advanced age. (He is
is evident in this show’s heady title, to itself, to keep his designs stretched ninety-one.) He savors losing battles.
“Mind /Mirror.” Shut up and look. flat, while they are supercharged by plays Speaking of which, his series “Farley
Take “False Start” (1959), in Phila- of touch and color and sometimes po- Breaks Down,” starting in 2014, rends
delphia, a burlesque of Abstract Expres- eticized with piquant titles: “Corpse and the heart with adaptations of a photo-
sionism with energetic splotches of Mirror,” for example, or “Scent.” graph of a U.S. soldier in Vietnam weep-
mostly primary hues bearing stencilled Make your own Johns show, as I did. ing at the loss of a comrade—a quintes-
color names that do or don’t match. A There are major paintings among some sential evocation of an insane war.
blue may be labelled “blue,” but so may that are not so hot, along with terrific Is there an overriding melancholy
an orange. The almost incidentally beau- drawings and prints that belie the com- about Johns’s art? Sure. It is instrumen-
tiful result is a delirium of significa- mon status of those mediums as “minor.” tal, forbidding sympathy. He’s not sell-
tions—and it’s thrilling. Or “Watch- Curatorial eccentricities in Philadelphia ing it—with such rare exceptions as
man” (1964), a mostly gray painting with include the use of a computer program “Skin with O’Hara Poem” (1961), part
the attached rugged sculpture of a leg to select prints for display, in rotation, of a series that salutes the poet Frank
and butt cast in wax in an upside-down from the museum’s immense collection, O’Hara, one of Johns’s most valued
upholstered wood chair. There’s a sense and a maddening sound element, in that friends, with black ink directly imprint-
of some engulfing emergency, no less prints section, of John Cage—a forma- ing the artist’s face and hands. Also com-
urgent for being entirely obscure. You tive early influence on Johns, like Mar- pelling to me are renderings of a pho-
are roped in at a glance, blessed with cel Duchamp, both of whose ideas he tograph of the dealer Leo Castelli, whose
heightened intelligence and fraught with thoroughly subsumed—droning through chance discovery of Johns, in 1958, while
nameless anxiety. Arbitrary blocks of some not very good poems that he wrote on a visit to the celebrated Rauschen-
red, yellow, and blue assure you that this in response to words of Johns’s. The berg, initiated a whole new art world. I
is a game local to painting, but it reso- Whitney display would have profited found a small canvas of the image, over-
nates boundlessly. from being two-thirds its size. Johns laid with a pale puzzle-piece grid in pas-
Johns’s famous silence about his art’s stumbled a bit in the nineteen-eighties tel colors, at the Whitney, desperately
meanings must be our guide. He heroizes and early nineties, repeating tropes to moving. I revered Castelli.
for me a remark of the most vatic of the diminishing reward, though with inter- Although Johns is regularly embraced
Abstract Expressionists, Barnett New- mittent tours de force such as the paint- by art institutions, he has suffered spells
man—“The history of modern painting, ing “Racing Thoughts” (1983), an om- of relative neglect by working artists, I
to label it with a phrase, has been the nibus of affections that includes Johns’s think owing to intimidation. When you
struggle against the catalogue”—even as paintings of the “Mona Lisa” and a work go to his art, you can’t sensibly hit on
catalogues swarm him. Johns has faults: by Newman. Plumbing fixtures hint ways to get back out. In his tenth de-
at times, he can be a mite precious, though that the point of view is from within a cade, he remains, with disarming modesty,
winningly so, or given to complexities bathtub. He then recentered himself, contemporary art’s philosopher king—
that dilute his powers. In past writing, triumphantly, in a poetics of death, the the works are simply his responses to
I’ve complained about those frailties in most personal of impersonalities. this or that type, aspect, or instance of
the face of pious praise of everything Many of the later works take surpris- reality. You can perceive his effects on
from his hand. I guess I wanted him, ing cues from art history, as the hatch later magnificent painters of occult sub-
great as he is, to be greater still. Now, paintings do from the bedspread pattern jectivity, including the German Gerhard
amid his art’s abounding glories, I de- in Edvard Munch’s masterpiece of his Richter, the Belgian Luc Tuymans, and
clare unconditional surrender. wizened self, “Between the Clock and the Latvian American Vija Celmins. But
the Bed” (1940). The show alludes to that none can rival his utter originality and
is styles are legion—well organized and to Johns’s further spiritually symbi- inexhaustible range. You keep coming
H in this show by the curators Scott
Rothkopf, in New York, and Carlos Ba-
otic involvements with the Norwegian,
notably with several monotypes of a Sa-
home to him if you care at all about art’s
relevance to lived experience. The pres-
sualdo, in Philadelphia, with contrasts varin coffee can filled with used brushes ent show obliterates contexts. It is Jas-
and echoes that forestall a possibility of above a skeletal arm. Other raids on art per Johns from top to bottom of what
feeling overwhelmed. Each place tells history include the pilferage of a gawky art can do for us, and from wall to wall
a complete story. Regarding early work, interstitial passage—a shapeless shape— of needs that we wouldn’t have suspected
New York gets most of the Flags and from Matthias Grünewald’s ferocious without the startling satisfactions that
Philadelphia most of the Numbers. crucifixion scene in the Isenheim Altar- he provides.
66 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
edge his multidimensionality, his slip-
BOOKS periness. “Oscar Wilde lived more lives
than one, and no single biography can
SPLIT VERDICT
ever compass his rich and extraordinary
life,” Neil McKenna tells us at the be-
ginning of “The Secret Life of Oscar
The triumphs and trials of Oscar Wilde. Wilde” (2005), before choosing just one
of those lives to tell—Wilde’s sexual
BY CLARE BUCKNELL and emotional history. Biographers who
do aim to “compass” the whole story, as
Hesketh Pearson (1946), H. Montgom-
ery Hyde (1975), Richard Ellmann (1988),
and now Matthew Sturgis have sought
to do, are obliged not only to recognize
the many Wildes but to do something
about them.
Ellmann’s method in his “Oscar
Wilde,” a sympathetic humanist treat-
ment long seen as the canonical one, is
to frame Wilde’s life as a Greek trag-
edy and his self-contradictions as inte-
gral to the scale and the complexity of
his heroism. His star rose, Ellmann ar-
gues, because he was capable of play-
ing many parts; it fell because he de-
fied a doctrinaire age and refused to
relinquish the power to choose among
those parts. What made him singular
was his multiplicity. On trial, where oth-
ers might have been cowed by the so-
licitor general’s attack, Wilde dodged it
through what Ellmann calls a “triumph”
of imaginative displacement. There’s a
self-conscious literariness to this read-
ing. The writer who “thought of the self
as having multiple possibilities,” Ell-
mann suggests, was drawn in his work
to motifs of duplication and duplicity:
mirrors, portraits, doubles, dialogues.
Sturgis, a British critic whose prev-
scar Wilde was in the dock when a man is nothing. The point is, who says ious work includes a biography of
O he observed himself becoming two
people. It was a Saturday in May, 1895,
it.” At the critical moment, he was able
to transform the drama in his imagina-
Wilde’s contemporary Aubrey Beards-
ley, sees Ellmann’s literary approach as
the final day of his trial for “gross in- tion by taking both roles, substituting having a “warping effect” on the facts.
decency,” and the solicitor general, Frank the real Lockwood with an alternative As a redress, he sets out to trace “con-
Lockwood, was in the midst of a clos- Wilde, one who could control the court- tingency” rather than design, present-
ing address for the prosecution. His cat- room and its narrative. ing Wilde’s self-divisions as the prod-
alogue of accusations, shot through with Martyrs don’t usually admit to feel- uct of contextual necessities, not of
moral disgust, struck Wilde as an “ap- ing “sickened” by accounts of their own liberated choice. Where Ellmann con-
palling denunciation”—“like a thing out behavior, and any ambiguities or con- siders Wilde’s decision to remain in
of Tacitus, like a passage in Dante,” as tradictions in their personalities tend to London rather than flee his arrest to be
he wrote two years later. He was “sick- be glossed over by their hagiographers. the sign of a hero’s preference for suf-
ened with horror” at what he heard. But Among Wilde’s modern biographers, fering, Sturgis, while granting Wilde “a
the sensation was short-lived: “Suddenly faced with a subject whose life has been touch of defiance,” argues that “inertia
it occurred to me, How splendid it would flattened out for exemplary purposes by probably played a greater part.”
be, if I was saying all this about myself. various communities (gay, Irish, Cath- Sturgis’s “Oscar Wilde” (Knopf )
I saw then at once that what is said of olic, socialist), it’s axiomatic to acknowl- should be commended for resisting its
subject’s self-mythologizing; it’s exactly
For Wilde, acts of duplicity generated daring new forms of artistic expression. the kind of account that Wilde would
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litely and had it printed exactly as it was.
Already remarkable-looking—too
tall, ungainly, with an unfashionably
clean-shaven face—Wilde made his
image into a performance. Closely fol-
lowing Aesthetic trends, he acquired
ruby champagne tumblers and green
Romanian claret decanters for his stu-
dent rooms. He considered painting the
ceiling gold. He cultivated an obsession
with flowers, surrounding himself with
lilies and declaring to a friend that he
had once “lived upon daffodils for a
fortnight.” (Not yet possessing, as Sturgis
writes, “the full courage of his absurdi-
ties,” he had to backtrack: “I don’t mean
I ate them.”)
As a young man in London, Wilde
worked harder on his individuality than
on his poems. At a costume ball given
by the painter Lawrence Alma-Tadema,
he alone showed up unmasked. For the
opening of the Grosvenor Gallery, in
1877, the subject of his first piece of art
criticism, he made himself, as Ellmann
writes, “part of the spectacle,” sporting
a coat cut to resemble the outline of a
“Wait, the Grail is a cup? We’re looking for a cup?” cello, whose shape he said had come to
him in a dream. In 1880, when a cari-
cature of a typical Aesthete was pub-
• • lished in Punch, Wilde saw an oppor-
tunity to raise his profile: though he
have been least likely to compose. But Lady Jane Wilde, was an Irish-nation- hardly resembled the slender figure in
by minimizing discussion of Wilde’s alist poet who wrote under the pseud- the drawing, he put it about that he was
work, and the patterns of thought the onym Speranza (“hope,” in Italian). She the cartoonist’s model. Those who won-
work reveals, Sturgis underplays one of liked to claim that she was descended dered why he merited increasingly fre-
the most important means that Wilde from Dante and had been an eagle in a quent mentions in the society columns
possessed for organizing the contradic- previous life. Both parents were dazzling (“What has he done, this young man,
tions of his personality. The refracted talkers; Wilde became one, too. As a that one meets him everywhere?” the
versions of self that appear in his writ- schoolboy in Enniskillen, he amused actress Helena Modjeska asked) missed
ing allowed him to test out real-life classmates with his powers of exagger- the point: Wilde’s early success was in
modes of being; in turn, the acts of du- ation, and discovered the pleasure of being, rather than in doing.
plicity he practiced in his life generated having a willing audience. At Trinity His literary career advanced slowly.
daring new forms of artistic self-expres- College, in Dublin, he learned how to Early dramatic projects failed or stalled.
sion. Threatened with blackmail in 1893, subvert expectation through the alchemy “Vera; or The Nihilists,” a melodrama
over a stolen letter that he had written of paradox—to make “the Verities be- set in Russia, was met with what Sturgis
to his lover, Lord Alfred Douglas, Wilde come acrobats,” as he later put it. Finish- calls a “chorus of indifference” in Lon-
responded by having its contents trans- ing his studies at Oxford, he held court don, and was panned after its première
lated into French and published as a at boozy Sunday-evening gatherings, in New York, in 1883. To make ends meet,
sonnet—an altered version of the real “pouring out a flood of . . . untenable Wilde found work as a reviewer for the
text, but perhaps no less authentic for propositions,” according to one fellow- Pall Mall Gazette and as the editor of a
being so. undergraduate. He showed promise as society monthly, The Lady’s World. Suc-
a poet, publishing in various literary mag- cess came when he developed a style
ilde grew up surrounded by com- azines. When one of his poems was that fused personal and literary forms
W plex, performative personalities.
His father, Sir William Wilde, was a
awarded Oxford’s prestigious Newdi-
gate Prize, the university’s Professor of
of experimentation. “All art is to a cer-
tain degree a mode of acting,” the un-
surgeon, a polymath, and a philanthro- Poetry did him the customary honor of named narrator of his short story “The
pist whose terrific energy masked pri- suggesting amendments to the text be- Portrait of Mr. W.H.” (1889) argues. It
vate bouts of depression. His mother, fore it was published; Wilde listened po- is “an attempt to realise one’s own per-
68 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
sonality on some imaginative plane.” texture, studded with allusions and em- Alfred Douglas or with the boys he en-
Like Wilde’s critical dialogues, “The bedded in histories, as if their author, tertained at cafés and hotels—he was
Decay of Lying” (1889) and “The True too, were luxuriating in alternate worlds. obliged to keep these worlds as far apart
Function and Value of Criticism” (1890), Reviewing “Dorian Gray,” the Pall Mall as possible. In art, he discovered, he
“Mr. W.H.” constructs its argument Gazette snarled that, in Wilde’s render- could not only release but unite them.
through adversarial exchanges, juxta- ing, corruption seemed “scintillant, iri- “The Importance of Being Earnest,”
positions that sharpen individuality. descent, full of alluring effects.” first performed in 1895, was a break-
The story takes the concept of the Yet the ethics of self-indulgence in through, and the secret to its innovation
pose—the trying on, in one’s sensual the novel aren’t so straightforward. was in bringing opposites together. In
or intellectual life, of a novel obses- When Dorian, having discarded his Wilde’s hands, the familiar double plot
sion—and assesses its value as a tool of faithful lover, Sibyl Vane, wanders home and the theme of mistaken identity be-
self-development. The story’s interloc- in the dawn light through Covent Gar- came something new: duplicity was trans-
utors feverishly adopt a theory of the den, Wilde’s imagery is still sensual, formed into a kind of displaced truth-
homoerotic origins of Shakespeare’s but its shades are paler, and come with telling. Traditionally, comic dénouements
sonnets, then suddenly reject it. “Some- signs of decay: the sky resembles a expose facts or identities that have been
thing had gone out of me, as it were,” “pearl . . . flushed with faint fire,” the obscured by characters’ deceptions. (This
the narrator says, explaining his change pillars of the portico are a “grey sun- was how Sheridan’s “School for Scan-
of heart. The intensity of his absorp- bleached” hue, “iris-necked” pigeons dal,” which partially inspired “Earnest,”
tion seems to determine the brevity of hop around the market stalls, and worked.) In Wilde’s farce, by contrast,
its duration: “Perhaps, by finding per- bunches of cherries contain “the cold- the final act reveals an unexpected cor-
fect expression for a passion, I had ex- ness of the moon.” All around Dorian, respondence between the deceptions and
hausted the passion itself.” In “The Pic- ordinary people—drivers, carters, flower the facts. Jack has pretended to have a
ture of Dorian Gray,” published in 1890 boys, stallholders—are seen conduct- brother when, in reality, he does have
to appalled reviews, Wilde’s protago- ing their uncomplicated lives. If we’re one; he has pretended to be called Er-
nist discovers that the search for new being asked to adjudicate between ways nest when, in fact, Ernest is his name.
ways of being and feeling in the world of being, which way do we lean? The False—or supposedly false—poses come
entails an endless oscillation between Covent Garden portrait is deliberately to be seen as creative and necessary: they
“ardor” and “indifference.” ambiguous: gleaming in the light, but both generate the plot and resolve it.
It was the same “curious mixture” of fading, too.
qualities that Wilde had described in a To those, like the Pall Mall Gazette he opening night of “Earnest,” on
letter several years earlier, writing to an
early object of his fascination, a teen-
reviewer, who called “Dorian Gray”
“morbid”—depraved or unhealthy—
T Valentine’s Day, 1895, came very
close to being its last. Douglas’s romance
ager named Harry Marillier. Wilde Wilde responded by redefining the with Wilde had long been opposed by
began acting on his yearning for young word. “What is morbidity but a mood his father, the irascible Marquess of
(and very young) men just when his life of emotion or a mode of thought that Queensberry. That evening, the Mar-
seemed, for the first time, to be ap- one cannot express?” he asked in his quess sought to gain entry to the the-
proaching conventionality. Married to 1891 essay “The Soul of Man Under atre with an accomplice, who wielded
a beautiful bohemian, Constance Lloyd, “a grotesque bouquet of vegetables” in
with one son and another on the way, lieu of congratulatory flowers—a dra-
and considering, à la Matthew Arnold, matic flourish that Wilde might have
a sensible career as a school inspector, admired if he hadn’t been its target. It
he was seized by a desire that he later was the latest episode in what Sturgis
described as “a madness”—a compul- describes as a sustained “campaign of
sion to seek out and exhaust the poten- harassment,” and Wilde hoped that it
tial of new identities. might be sufficient grounds for prose-
In his work, Wilde considered the cution. His lawyers discouraged him,
question of whether such duplicity added but opportunity presented itself again,
to the sum of his personality or split it Socialism.” “The artist is never morbid. a fortnight later, when he found a card
in two. “There are certain temperaments He expresses everything.” Contradic- from the Marquess, left out for him at
that marriage makes more complex,” tion was merely authentic self-expres- a London club, with his name and the
Lord Henry Wotton, the careless dandy sion, the mark of living fully and refus- misspelled word “Somdomite” scrawled
of “Dorian Gray,” muses. “They retain ing to deny oneself. During the early across it. The following day, urged on
their egotism, and add to it many other eighteen-nineties, Wilde’s “everything” by Douglas, Wilde sued the Marquess
egos. They are forced to have more than included grand country-house parties for libel. When the trial fell apart, the
one life.” When Dorian explores this and glittering opening nights with the tables turned, and criminal charges were
expansive way of being through a se- aristocracy, but also assignations with brought against Wilde himself.
ries of sensual preoccupations—per- factory clerks and music-hall hopefuls. The trial, perhaps inevitably, tends
fume, jewelry, embroidery—Wilde’s sen- In life, though he might be reckless— to be read as the climactic scene in the
tences are rich with their own sensory barely hiding his relationship with Lord tragic drama of Wilde’s life. But it’s
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more often used to distill his character lodgings, describes how, over successive to contradict you!—Which is bad for
than to dramatize its contradictions: to morning cups of tea, Wilde gradually you!” Wilde’s critical dialogues had
perform a humanist rescue of Wilde, induced Grainger to lie on the bed with achieved their effect by shuttling be-
as in Ellmann’s portrait, or to point the him, then “placed his penis between my tween outrageous paradox and conven-
finger of judgment at his puritanical legs and satisfied himself.” tional protestation (“My dear fellow!”),
adversaries. A major achievement of Ellmann’s biography, for so long the like miniature society plays. In prison,
Sturgis’s book is the nuance it restores authoritative one, has very little to say it was only by finding interlocutors and
to this episode. Drawing on material about Conway and Grainger, neither of entering the unstable, dynamic arena of
discovered and published in the past whom was a rent boy, and both of whom dialogue that he began to recover some
twenty years, Sturgis gives center stage were very young. When he met Wilde, of his vitality. A year into his sentence,
to all the young men, professional rent Conway had just turned sixteen; Grainger he was at Reading Prison, where a sym-
boys and others, whose histories have was seventeen. Wilde was in his late pathetic warden permitted him access
previously been obscured by the emo- thirties. Ellmann never saw the witness to pen and paper. Wilde used it to con-
tional extremity of the affair with Doug- statements, but he would have known verse, tutoring an enthusiastic guard in
las. For Ellmann, the nature of these enough from Montgomery Hyde’s ac- literature through “extensive written an-
relationships could be summed up in a count of the trial to have paused before swers on sheets of foolscap” passed under
few words: sex exchanged “for a few asserting that “none of the young men his cell door every morning.
pounds and a good dinner.” But the was under the statutory age of seven- In the early months of 1897, he em-
libel trial wasn’t the elevated referen- teen,” and that they were all “prostitutes,” barked on a long letter to Douglas, pub-
dum on Platonic male love that Wilde “corrupt” long before Wilde met them. lished posthumously as “De Profundis.”
had imagined it could be. His own so- In Ellmann’s account, the most memo- Correspondence, for Wilde, was some-
licitude for Douglas meant that his rable detail from the trial is Wilde’s thing of a misnomer: it was a form in
lover was kept out of the witness box; courtroom joke that he considered which his complexities could vie, not
instead, the arguments against him Grainger far too “plain” to kiss—the kind align. The letter became a displaced di-
leaned heavily on statements gleaned of caustic quip that might once have en- alogue, an attempt to fix, by imagining
from boys he’d picked up. livened his drawing-room theatrics. and answering, the sentiments of his
Sturgis quotes extensively from the Ellmann emphasizes Wilde’s mag- former lover. The intensity of his suf-
unexpurgated trial transcript, first pub- nanimity—that “he got to know the fering, he explained to the silent Doug-
lished in 2003, by Wilde’s grandson, the boys as individuals, treated them hand- las, had laid the ground for what he had
scholar Merlin Holland. Its register somely,” and “suffered because of his always sought—new shades and possi-
hovers between Victorian euphemism generosity.” Sturgis, though he doesn’t bilities of self. “My nature,” he wrote,
and startling intimacy. From questions neglect to mention the many unsolic- “is seeking a fresh mode of self-reali-
establishing the disparities between ited silver cigarette cases, dwells instead zation.” The task now was to “ab-
Wilde and his young male compan- on what Wilde’s attention granted in sorb . . . all that has been done to me,
ions—“Who was Alfred Wood? What some quarters and depleted in others— to make it part of me.”
was his occupation? What was his what it took away, above all, from his In his earlier dialogues, Wilde had
age?”—the defense counsel dug deeper: own family, to whom Wilde, at the argued that adopting multiple poses was
“Did you ever have immoral practices height of his fame, appeared like the the key to developing complex selfhood.
with Wood?” “Did you ever open his unreformed “selfish giant” of his own Now he considered these façades thin
trousers?” “Put your hand upon his famous fairy tale. and inauthentic, the stock guises of in-
person?” “Did you ever put your own stitutional life. “A man whose desire is
person between his legs?” In these ilde was first incarcerated at Hol- to be something separate from himself,
exchanges, Wilde lied, denied, and de-
flected, but was unable to do what his
W loway, the North London prison
to which a solicitor in an early version
to be a Member of Parliament, or a suc-
cessful grocer . . . invariably succeeds in
work could: to rewrite duplicity so that of “Earnest” threatens to send Alger- being what he wants to be,” he wrote.
it became truth. non for the crime of “running up food “Those who want a mask have to wear
The young men’s witness statements, bills at the Savoy.” After his sentencing, it.”True self-realization came not through
drawn on at trial but first published in he was moved to Pentonville, where en- performance but through experience, by
McKenna’s “Secret Life,” give us their forced silence was one of the worst pri- “absorbing” the lessons of sorrow and
side of the story. From the account of vations. The sameness of prison life, pleasure into the self rather than by re-
Alphonse Conway, whom Wilde and Wilde later wrote, degraded his body peatedly dividing it. “Exactly as in Art
Douglas picked up in the seaside town and his mind, just as the trial, sensa- one is only concerned with what a par-
of Worthing, Sturgis shows that Wilde tionalized in the newspapers and re- ticular thing is at a particular moment
showered him with gifts (a blue serge duced to a morality tale, had robbed to oneself, so it is also in the ethical evo-
suit, a copy of “Treasure Island”), then him of his multidimensionality. lution of one’s character,” he wrote. Every
led him out along the coastal road one Wilde’s ability to create, as his Ox- experience counted; everything was grist
evening to “put his hand inside his trou- ford friend Rennell Rodd had observed for development. Unifying it all into a
sers.” In another statement, Walter decades earlier, relied on interaction and coherent form, in life as in art, was the
Grainger, a servant in Douglas’s Oxford confrontation: “You see you’ve no one great challenge.
70 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021
After serving out his two-year sen-
tence, Wilde left England and Ireland
behind for good in May, 1897, settling BRIEFLY NOTED
on the Continent. The resolutions he
had made in “De Profundis”—to reject Late City, by Robert Olen Butler (Atlantic Monthly). This
the traps of the past, Douglas in partic- grandly retrospective novel warns of the political conse-
ular, and to seek out pastures new—col- quences of failures of personal insight. On Election Night,
lapsed within a few months. By mid-Sep- 2016, God visits the deathbed of Sam Cunningham, who, at
tember, he and Douglas were together the age of a hundred and fifteen, is the last living veteran of
in Naples, where they moved between the First World War. God instructs him to narrate his life—
hotels and a rented villa until their re- “to live in your stories just as they felt in their own mo-
lationship broke down. At the end of ment”—and we learn of a childhood in Louisiana, a stint as
the year, Wilde completed “The Ballad an Army sniper, marriage, family, and an illustrious career at
of Reading Gaol,” a narrative poem that a Chicago newspaper. Cunningham prides himself on his
was part human drama and part polemic journalistic acumen but comes to realize that “I reported but
about the conditions of life in prison. Its I did not see”—remaining tragically oblivious of intimate
publication marked, as Sturgis writes, “a truths about himself and those close to him.
triumphant artistic return”: it was “eas-
ily the most successful of Wilde’s books.” Assembly, by Natasha Brown (Little, Brown). The narrator
But it was also the last work he pro- of this crisp début novel is a young Black British woman,
duced before his death, in 1900, despite the child of Jamaican immigrants, who has a lucrative job
plans for a new social comedy, a new in finance, a new flat decorated with good art, and a posh
Symbolist drama, a new libretto. His ex- boyfriend. But, as she surveys her life, success leaves her feel-
istence in exile, according to Douglas, ing empty. The novel proceeds in fragmentary fashion, em-
was simply “too narrow and too limited phasizing her alienation, as she ruminates on racism and
to stir him to creation.” sexual harassment. As well as being a shrewd exploration of
Wilde had characteristically bold the psychological toll of generational trauma and colonial
ideas—maybe he would go on a Roman legacies, the book is also, thanks to its biting humor, a broad
Catholic retreat, perhaps enter a monas- criticism of the absurdity of contemporary life.
tery—but what might once have seemed
like bright avenues (or seductive dark al- God, Human, Animal, Machine, by Meghan O’Gieblyn (Dou-
leys) for development proved to be dead bleday). Having abandoned Christian fundamentalism, the
ends. Instead, old associations and pat- author of this investigation of human-machine interactions
terns determined the script. Sturgis is embarks on a search for meaning. Her pursuit leads her to
careful to resist the fatalism of Ellmann’s the transhumanist movement, whose adherents think that
account, but in the limitations and rep- a natural continuation of evolution requires our minds to
etitions of Wilde’s final years, spent in be transferred to supercomputers, making us effectively im-
Paris, it’s hard not to see a kind of inev- mortal. The promise of resurrection and immortality is a
itability, a convergence of selfhood on a fitting replacement for Christian eschatology, and leaves
single point. He circled back to old lit- O’Gieblyn with further questions about how we define con-
erary projects; he found a new set of sciousness. After dipping into other philosophies and giv-
“beautiful boy[s] of bad character” to en- ing houseroom to a lovable robot dog, she finds that con-
tertain and to compare to ancient Greek sciousness “was not some substance in the brain but rather
heroes. He had his daily routine of “late emerged from the complex relationships between the sub-
rising and light reading,” drinking and ject and the world.”
talking—a predictable rhythm that didn’t
quite amount to a plot. The History of Bones, by John Lurie (Random House). The
Ordinary life surrounded him, just author, a prolific musician, actor, and painter, guides—or,
as it had enveloped Dorian in Covent more often, catapults—readers through New York’s art and
Garden, but this time the scene lacked music scenes of the nineteen-eighties in this wild and en-
the brilliant illumination of the artist’s tertaining memoir. In a style that suggests an extended mono-
spotlight. A Parisian waiter, Sturgis logue, Lurie shares the highs and the lows with equal verve.
writes, later “recalled the sight of him His stories often feature a dramatic turn: a warm friendship
sitting alone outside a café late one eve- with Jean-Michel Basquiat devolves into a bitter feud; a
ning as the waiters cleared up around fishmarket trip for a photo shoot suddenly veers into eel
him, and the rain poured down.” Usu- strangulation, only for the seemingly dead creature to at-
ally, Wilde’s poses were self-conscious; tempt a Rasputin-like escape. In a chapter titled “Paris. Vom-
this, perhaps, was an angle he hadn’t in- iting and Then More Vomiting,” a musical triumph is fol-
tended for anyone to see. lowed by a hepatitis diagnosis.
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really, to know, they are a small but res-
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Vexed by Homeland Security, their un- pairing with Chase-Owens work espe-
certain eyes turn to the Marriage Bu- cially well. Chase-Owens has an intelli-
reau. They’re being tugged, like all of
us, between matters of the heart and
gent, big-hearted, receptive presence, and
his verbal and gestural volleys with Cruz
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memory—flitted artfully between devil- of compliments. You can watch an ex-
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schoolgirl. She moved with classical gran- flicker through their words. Toward the
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your love.
City” clarifies why she was so well suited The kinetic excitement of the begin-
to that fluid task. Her voice first appears ning is gone, and the plot loses some of
as a casual, downbeat alto, but it stretches its sense of easy inevitability. But the
itself to express a range of emotions, and tight skin around the play holds because
to toe the line between the pointedly in- of Majok’s insistence on the primacy of
formal style of the mid-two-thousands friendship—complete with exacting spe-
and the gravity of timeless struggles. At cifics—and Cruz’s galvanizing ability to
one point, G insists, trying and failing to enact it in all its complexity.
seem calm, that she has roots in the apart- “Sanctuary City” takes place in the
ment from which she and her mother years immediately following the terrorist
are suddenly fleeing, no matter how many attacks on 9/11—with just a few artful
abuses she’s suffered or seen. “I’m from strokes, it makes clear the link between
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Vanity Fair rewrote the scandal through
ON TELEVISION the prism of her experience, revealing
the complexity of the affair. Why retread
FOUL PLAY
now? If there is a revelation in “Impeach
ment,” it is the conflicted portrait of the
forgotten operator in this legend of exile
“Impeachment: American Crime Story,” on FX. and exploitation: the reviled bureaucrat
and whistleblower Linda Tripp, played
BY DOREEN ST. FÉLIX by Sarah Paulson.
The title of this “American Crime
Story” installment is a trick of nomencla
ture, because the series, steered by the
playwright Sarah Burgess, presents the
impeachment as Tripp’s nasty showpiece.
We meet her in the first episode, a mess
of gratuitous nonlinear storytelling. The
Clinton dynasty is in full swing, and Tripp,
a holdover administrator from the Bush
years who sees the West Wing as her
permanent domain, is unwanted. Worse,
she’s unnoticed. There’s a contrast be
tween how the White House is filmed—
dark, devoid of life—and the palpable
pleasure Tripp takes in being there. After
the suicide of her boss, Vince Foster, a
confidant of the Clintons’, she is reas
signed to the grayedout halls of the
Pentagon. She does not languish; rather,
she is heated by suspicions of conspir
acy, asking her new boss to give her an
office, as she is a target for knowing “too
much about Whitewater.” Thoughts of
revenge provide the only warmth in her
lonely days, which end with frozen din
ners consumed in front of the television.
Her aggrievement is generally that of the
conservative white woman at the end of
the century, sensing her creeping obsoles
cence. But it’s deeper than that; Tripp con
siders herself unappreciated as if by fate.
uch has been made of the fact that rality is not the currency of art, however. The casting of Paulson in the role has
M Monica Lewinsky is one of the
producers of “Impeachment: American
The show offers a surprising character
ization of Lewinsky, who was twentyone
been rightly controversial. “Impeach
ment” is basically a diorama, obsessed
Crime Story,” the third installment in when she interned in the White House with the camp possibilities of uncanny
Brad Falchuk and Ryan Murphy’s FX and later began a relationship with Clin reënactment. The Diet Cokes, the soiled
anthology series. The show depicts the ton. Beanie Feldstein, who plays her, is dress, the secret audiotapes, all totems of
events that led to Bill Clinton’s impeach slavish to the detail of her fragile youth, the ugly age. Clive Owen has been given
ment, and Lewinsky’s willingness to at scrubbed as it was from the tabloid rec a prosthetic nose to better approximate
tach her name to the project—a name ord. The character is a wreck, riskily piti the profile of Bill Clinton, and Anna
that, amazingly, she has managed to re able, a Beverly Hills naïf frenzied by her leigh Ashford, who plays Paula Jones, a
claim in her second life, as an antibul foolish love for the leader of the free former Arkansas state employee who
lying activist—wraps the chaotic mini world. And yet “Impeachment,” which sued Clinton for sexual harassment (they
series in a clean air of legitimacy. Her has an intelligence informed by popcul eventually settled), has a fake nose, too,
involvement is crucial to viewers, in the tural reckonings around consent, does which distracts from Ashford’s nuanced
#MeToo era, who want to feel virtuous more than align her situation with pure and sympathetic performance. But Paul
when consuming stories about women victimhood. Lewinsky herself has already son takes it to the next level, wearing a
who have been publicly pilloried. Mo expanded the record; her 2014 essay in padded suit to embody Tripp. It’s a con
temptible choice, increasing the distaste
Linda Tripp, the reviled bureaucrat and whistle-blower, is the core of the series. we naturally have for the character. Paul
74 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 11, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY KELSEY WROTEN
son is usually the most recognizable ship: there’s solidarity, in Tripp’s abrasive That’s the soapy argument of “Im-
actor in the Murphy troupe; there were tending to Lewinsky’s vulnerable men- peachment”: the government is nothing
times throughout the series, though, tal state, and there’s betrayal. With the but a petty human drama. The lecherous
when I genuinely no longer perceived help of the greasy literary agent Luci- stare of Clive Owen as Clinton, sizing
her. Is she playing a person, or the con- anne Goldberg (the marvellous Margo up the intern at work, gives the impres-
cept of desperation itself? The cancella- Martindale), Tripp covertly records Le- sion that governance is hardly ever on
tion of Paulson’s beauty, with its denota- winsky talking about the affair. Tripp is his mind. Tripp has trouble convincing
tion of the grotesque, oddly reflects one abusive and conniving. But she is also a Goldberg that her story is worth pub-
goal of this period piece. Like “Physi- person—one who happened to be right lishing, because everyone in Washington
cal,” on Apple TV+, “Impeachment” ex- about Clinton. “Impeachment” is a prod- already knows that Clinton is an adul-
plores, clumsily but with ultimately righ- uct of its time; the show wants to com- terer, and, crucially, nobody cares—at
teous intention, women’s dark interest plicate the Gen X villainization of Tripp, least, at first. In the show, the male power
in self-loathing, especially when it comes putting her treachery in the greater con- of the Presidency is flexed not through
to the body. When Tripp and Lewinsky text of a cultural and political rot. policy and war but through sex. Initially,
begin their friendship, they gab about the Clinton character is slight, peeking
dieting. The talk of Weight Watchers is ripp is the essence of the minise- out from the door of the Oval Office,
off-putting, but not inaccurate.
“Impeachment” turns Washington,
T ries, the equivalent of the murderer
in this crime story with no body. When
beckoning his secret to come please him.
Once his lawyers inform him of Jones’s
D.C., into high school, a gossip ecosys- she is not onscreen, the whole thing falls lawsuit, though, he coarsens, and the
tem of the in crowd and the out. Tripp out of balance, which is problematic, transformation is a startling evocation of
decides to exact her revenge on the Clin- given the density of activity that the the intensity that drives a man to seek
tons by writing a tell-all, but her outcast show attempts to address. Tripp was a the Presidency. It’s quite a contrast to the
status means that she has no bombshell pawn; the impeachment was launched mild-mannered Bill Clinton that he and
to drop. She may be delusional, but she by the machinations of the burgeoning his wife sell to the American people today.
is keen; Tripp thinks that Lewinsky, who right wing, which was devoted to driv- We have Camelot. We also have the
has also been moved from the White ing Clinton out of office by any means Clintons. “Impeachment” attempts to
House to the Pentagon, has been wronged, necessary. “Idiotic American females raise the scandal to the perch of myth, a
too. The intern is sparkling and insecure, couldn’t wait to reëlect their fat boyfriend,” play we might stage like Shakespeare for
the only innocent in town, and Tripp is Ann Coulter (Cobie Smulders, who is eternity, rotating the actors until the orig-
grudgingly fascinated by her gauche un- clearly having the time of her life) says, inal participants are but a memory. A re-
worldliness. She cannot fathom that Le- after Clinton’s second victory. Coulter’s visionist historiography, “Impeachment”
winsky has not been corrupted, and so appearance, as well as that of her nerdy is filled with bombastic pronouncements
she draws the truth out of her—in part, hanger-on George Conway, a pompous about the seedy nature of the American
because she senses that Lewinsky could Brett Kavanaugh, and a scavenging Matt character. But the show, so far, is also
be valuable to her vendetta. Eventually, Drudge, are heavy-handed presentiments marked by an absence. Where is Hillary
Lewinsky reveals that she is having an of the reactionary order that eventually Clinton? The credits indicate that she is
affair with Clinton. “Linda, he’s the fuck- emerged from the Clinton period. But played by Edie Falco, which gets us think-
ing President,” she says, in disbelief. they’re not integrated into the Tripp- ing about the suffering of Carmela So-
And so we have two women, inflamed, Lewinsky story line. Neither is Kenneth prano. But, in most of the seven episodes
in different ways, by their attachment to Starr, or the automaton army of the F.B.I., sent to critics, the former First Lady is
the figure of the President. Their rela- led by Michael Emmick (Colin Hanks). just a suggestion, a name on the tip of
tionship is a wacky, occasionally convinc- Bold, to treat the orchestrated decline dirty tongues. I’ll withhold judgment
ing picture of predatory female friend- of democracy as a B plot. until after the season ends.
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