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CONTRIBUTORS
Kelefa Sanneh (“Pop Up,” p. 42), a staff Evan Osnos (“One for the Money,” p. 32)
writer since 2008, is the author of writes about politics and foreign af
“Major Labels: A History of Popular fairs for the magazine. His latest book
Music in Seven Genres.” is “Wildland.”
Jena Friedman (Shouts & Murmurs, Paisley Rekdal (Poem, p. 54) is the
p. 25), a standup comic, is the author of author of, most recently, “West: A
“Not Funny: Essays on Life, Comedy, Translation.”
Culture, Et Cetera.” She received an
Oscar nomination for her writing on Masha Titova (Cover) is an artist and
“Borat Subsequent Moviefilm.” printmaker from Moscow.
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“THE PLAY OF
THE DECADE”
ABORTION AFTER ROE tified medication from a licensed medi-
cal provider and assure patients that the
I am an abortion provider based in Buf- abortion-friendly state will not partici- THE TIMES (UK)
falo who was interviewed by Eyal Press pate in criminal or civil investigations.)
for his article about Planned Parenthood’s After a telemedicine appointment, a pa- “[JULIET STEVENSON GIVES] THE
PERFORMANCE
treatment of independent abortion clin- tient who is eligible for medication abor-
ics (“The Planned Parenthood Problem,” tion may be prescribed the appropriate
OF THE YEAR”
May 15th). As Press notes, I am the only drugs. Such services usually require a
out-of-hospital provider of comprehensive payment of at least a hundred and fifty
second-trimester-abortion care in the dollars, which can be made online. The THE EVENING STANDARD (UK)
area. A few days before Press’s article was medication, which can be given out in
THE
published, I received a letter from a law the first eleven weeks of pregnancy, can
firm that represents Planned Parenthood arrive at the patient’s home within three
of Central and Western New York. The days. In the post-Roe era, creating and
DOCTOR
letter threatened legal action against me raising public awareness about options
for alleged defamatory statements that for abortion that don’t entail the ex-
were published on the Web site of my penses or the stigma of travel is essential.
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practice, Buffalo Women Services. Julie F. Kay
At the time, the site included state- Brooklyn, N.Y.
ments about Planned Parenthood’s
clinical offerings which contained in- ON BEING A GHOSTWRITER
ROBERT ICKE
formation that had been corroborated THROUGH
by a Planned Parenthood employee. All
of this information had been there for
I enjoyed J. R. Moehringer’s essay about
working on Prince Harry’s memoir AUGUST 19 ONLY
around three years, during which I had (“The Ghostwriter,” May 15th). I have
never received a complaint from Planned made a living ghostwriting for the past
Parenthood. I immediately removed twelve years, and have often been asked
any mention of the organization from what it’s like—in particular, what it feels
the site; I am a physician, not a wealthy like to see someone else’s name on a
corporation, and I cannot afford a law- book I wrote. I usually answer that, from
suit, which the letter indicated might the first meeting with the author until
follow if I did not comply with the the completion of the final draft, being
firm’s requests. But I can’t imagine how a ghostwriter is like being a full-time
threatening to sue a fellow abortion nanny employed by someone (the au-
provider could be in line with the mis- thor) to raise their child (the book). I
sion of expanding access to reproductive- become part of the family—an insider,
health care. someone my employer comes to trust
Katharine Morrison, M.D. and grow fond of. And then the kid
Buffalo, N.Y. grows up, and it’s time for the parents
to introduce their grown child to the
As a lawyer and a longtime abortion- world. With any luck, the world will tell
rights activist, one recent development them what a smart, funny, interesting,
that I think is worth pointing out in the sympathetic person they raised. And
context of Press’s piece is the adoption me? I will be blown sideways to a new
of telemedicine-abortion shield laws. As place, to raise another kid.
of this month, state-licensed abortion
providers in Massachusetts, Colorado,
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MAY 31 – JUNE 6, 2023
The Memphis rapper GloRilla, braced by a resonant voice and a punchy repertoire, strode triumphantly
into the summer of 2022 with “F.N.F. (Let’s Go),” a liberated, no-scrubs anthem that announced her star
potential. Now Grammy-nominated and with a Top Ten single to her name, GloRilla sets out to conquer
yet another summer—starting with Hot 97’s Summer Jam, at UBS Arena on June 4. The packed lineup
also includes Cardi B, Ice Spice, Coi Leray, Lola Brooke, and a celebration of hip-hop’s fiftieth anniversary.
PHOTOGRAPH BY ROSE MARIE CROMWELL
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As ever, it’s advisable to check in advance the festivities for the arranged marriage of Primary Trust
to confirm engagements. Hemant (Deven Kolluri) and Aditi (Salena
Qureshi), which has drawn their far-flung Eboni Booth’s delicate, dream-quiet play is
families to New Delhi. Nair plays produc- a character study in search of a character:
tively with multilingualism and intermedia: thirty-eight-year-old Kenneth (William Jack-
THE THEATRE in one instance, the wedding contractor PK son Harper, astonishing on the edge of tears)
Dubey (Namit Das) imagines himself in a certainly has traits—such as his belief in an
Bollywood fantasy; David Bengali’s projec- imaginary friend (Eric Berryman) and a depen-
Bernarda’s Daughters tions show him in goofy, heroic slo-mo. But dence on a local Tiki bar (where every waitstaff
Diane Exavier’s drama, inspired by Fed- the original’s humid vigor has been too much member is played by April Matthis)—but in
erico García Lorca’s “La Casa de Bernarda leached away. Songs baldly state thoughts order to develop, Kenneth would need to make
Alba,” is set entirely within an Edwardian that once glimmered in subtext, and Aditi choices, which he’s too traumatized to do. Booth
house in Brooklyn’s gentrifying Flatbush has been flattened from a sensualist to a cari- gives him time, though, and he eventually estab-
neighborhood. The play’s single location cature. The show does end with an exhilarat- lishes a toehold on life, aided by kindly folk in
belies its scope: Exavier ranges through ing group number, but it’s telling that Nair his small town, including a warmhearted wait-
history, conjoining Haitian Creole-inflected chooses a song from the movie, Sukhwinder ress (Matthis again) and his new boss (Jay O.
Black English and a stage poetry of her own Singh and Mychael Danna’s “Aaj Mera Jee Sanders). Booth and the director, Knud Adams,
making. Dominique Rider’s direction ac- Kardaa (Kaava Kaava),” rather than any- deploy various classic techniques (Kenneth re-
commodates both the detailed realism of thing by this musical’s team—the composer calls the stage manager in “Our Town”; the
Rodrigo Muñoz’s costumes and the abstract Vishal Bhardwaj and the lyricists Masi Asare musician Luke Wygodny rings a call bell pe-
expressiveness of Marika Kent’s light strips, and Susan Birkenhead have not themselves riodically, like a Buddhist mindfulness chime)
red in the summer heat and a cool laven- made a particularly happy match.—Helen to create a timeless mood. That mood remains
der at dawn. But the play’s theme, like its Shaw (St. Ann’s Warehouse; through June 25.) fragile and sad. Extraordinary performances
setting, remains constant, maybe because
the setting is the theme—property, and the
power that it entails. The house’s inhabi-
tants are a Haitian American family: five ON TELEVISION
daughters, their mother (who’s away, bury-
ing her recently deceased husband in Haiti),
and her mother. The performances in this
world-première production, from National
Black Theatre and the New Group, are as
searing as Exavier’s indictment of Amer-
ica.—Dan Stahl (Pershing Square Signature
Center; through June 4.)
King James
Before the play starts, DJ (Khloe Janel)
bathes the house with pop and R. & B. from
the early two-thousands, but the work itself
begins with Marvin Gaye’s “Star-Spangled
Banner,” which preceded the 1983 N.B.A.
All-Star Game. That soulful reconstruction
of the problematic anthem is a proper reflec-
tion of the playwright Rajiv Joseph’s take on
America’s obsession with success, idolatry,
delusion, and disillusion. Shawn (Glenn
Davis) and Matt (Chris Perfetti), two
Clevelanders, forge an unlikely friendship
in 2004, based on their mutual enthusiasm
for LeBron James, in his rookie year with
the Cavaliers. Joseph explores the racial,
cultural, and economic strains on their bond
through the lens of LeBron’s career—as the Nora Ephron’s iconic romantic comedy “When Harry Met Sally,”
player abandons the city, in 2010, to, as he
said, take his “talents to South Beach,” only from 1989, posed the age-old question of whether a heterosexual man
to return, six years later, and lead the Cavs and a heterosexual woman can ever be just friends—and came down
to a championship. Directed by Kenny Leon, staunchly on the side of “nope!” “Platonic,” a new comedy series on
for Manhattan Theatre Club, Davis (the
artistic director of Chicago’s Steppenwolf Apple TV+, goes the other way. The show, created by Nicholas Stoller,
Theatre, where the play premièred) and stars Rose Byrne and Seth Rogen (reunited after playing a married
Perfetti (“Abbott Elementary”) achieve a couple in Stoller’s “Neighbors” films) as Sylvia and Will, a pair of old
fine, funny rhythm with their basketball
banter and hit the requisite dramatic notes drinking buddies who have fallen out of touch. In the meantime, their
when things get complicated.—Ken Marks lives have accrued emotional mass: Sylvia is married with children
(City Center Stage 1; through June 18.) and feeling restless, Will is schlumping through a painful divorce.
When the two reconnect, they give each other permission to lean into
Monsoon Wedding improvidence; they get high, they destroy property, they carouse. The
ILLUSTRATION BY TOMI UM
Translating a film to the stage stumps even one thing they do not do is sleep together; this is a show about lost
the great Mira Nair, who conceived and
directed this musical adaptation of her stun- youth, not lost love. It is always good to see Rogen, who has emerged
ning 2001 film. It’s a violation of texture, not lately as a kind of majordomo of chill (see his Instagram devoted to his
plot, since the book writers, Arpita Mukher- weed business and his ceramic creations), but the show really belongs
jee and Sabrina Dhawan (who wrote the
screenplay), don’t much overhaul the up- to Byrne, who is at her best when she plays a woman severely in need
dated story: love of all kinds still blooms at of a good time.—Rachel Syme
Madeline Hollander
A ballet dancer who transformed herself into
a cross between a visual artist and a choreog-
rapher, Hollander is no stranger to museums,
having created site-specific, concept-driven,
systems-investigating performances at the
Whitney, among other institutions. “Hydro
Parade,” her first work at the Met, is what
it sounds like: a fluid procession between
galleries housing fountains, pools, and other
water features, which also traces the natural
springs running underneath.—B.S. (Metropoli-
tan Museum of Art; June 3, June 10, and June 17.)
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of postmodern dance.—M.H. (Kaatsbaan Cul-
and this fogbound atmosphere are the show’s liam Forsythe, with its audacious partnering tural Park, Tivoli, N.Y.; June 2-18.)
chief pleasures: every detail has been tended to, and its forceful use of point technique.—Ma-
from the reduced-scale Main Street set to the rina Harss (City Center; June 1-3.)
way Sanders, popping up as a French waiter,
blows out a match. Puff! He makes a miniature ART
Yoshiko Chuma
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production around a dying light.—H.S. (Laura
Pels; through July 2.) For decades, Chuma has been presenting
sui-generis works—messy collages of dance, Emmanuel Louisnord Desir
music, film, and other media which often In “Ashes of Zion,” a show of twenty-three
© UMAN / COURTESY THE ARTIST / NICOLA VASSELL GALLERY
confront political issues. The latest, “Shock- riveting new works, this Los Angeles-based
DANCE wave Delay,” considers the polar concepts of artist weaves richly layered critical narratives
utopia and war, the global and the local. The about the origins, and the inheritances, of
cast is drawn from a supersized pool of danc- the African diaspora. Here, he brings char-
Ballet Hispánico ers, artists, musicians, and actors—including acters from the Bible—a book full of tales
One look at Ballet Hispánico’s dancers—ver- Jim Fletcher, Kate Valk, and the poet Eileen about the exiled and the enslaved—together
satile, strong, reflecting various cultural and Myles—who appear in different combina- with earthly figures, animals, and objects.
dance backgrounds—says a lot about the ex- tions for each two-and-a-half-hour perfor- Paintings in oil on burnt-wood panels de-
cellence of this dance company and its mission mance.—Brian Seibert (La Mama; June 1-11.) pict such unsettling scenes as Abraham’s
of promoting Latin American culture. Its City near-sacrifice of his son Isaac and a three-
Center program is just as diverse. It includes a headed archangel wielding a sword over a
new work, by Michelle Manzanales, inspired Gallim small soul afloat in the sea. In the gallery’s
by the life of the seventeenth-century Mexican Andrea Miller’s company is now fifteen, and back room, a wide plinth displays twelve
nun and scholar Sor Juana; another new piece, its anniversary season at the Joyce features small bronze sculptures that Desir calls
“Papagayos,” by the former Hispánico dancer some special guests. Brian Henry, also known “Spoils”—haunting hybrids of reptiles,
Omar Román De Jesús, toys with ideas about as HallowDreamz, a New York master of the jewelry, and hardware intertwined with
power and the absurd. And, in “New Sleep intense West Coast street form krump, débuts Black heads. The show’s mytho-apocalyp-
(Duet),” the dancers slip into the brash and a solo made in collaboration with Miller and tic subjects feel most personal in “Grand-
streamlined contemporary language of Wil- accompanied by the abstract expressionist pa’s Infirmity Couch,” from 2022, a stately
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what? The semiotic potential of patterned collaborator, the cellist Charles Curtis, pre- of showy Handel arias.—Oussama Zahr (Zankel
ties? The bland palette favored by power? senting the 2003 composition “Just Charles Hall; June 6, June 13, and June 20.)
Or, most likely, a perverse nostalgia for the & Cello in the Romantic Chord.” Prepared
seemingly simpler political corruptions of by Young for Curtis, who also works in sus-
yore. Perhaps that’s one good thing about the tained drones, the piece is an elaboration on
endless loop of human folly: at least Levine’s one section of Young’s monumental, ever- MOVIES
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art will never go out of style.—J.K. (Blank evolving project “The Well-Tuned Piano.”
Forms; through June 10.) Rendered with the exacting tunings known
as “just intonation,” the music is accompa- The Little Mermaid
nied by Zazeela’s light installation, featuring This amiable live-action remake of the
her signature metamorphosing calligraphy 1989 animated musical intelligently infuses
MUSIC
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a pillar of the community and a first-class phony. The volatile blend of (Playing June 2-4 at Anthology Film Archives
these lusty personalities leads to romantic entanglements and violent and streaming on the Criterion Channel.)
conflicts; Minnelli, like Anderson, revels in the alluring decorative ar-
ALAMY
tifices of small-town life, which nonetheless seethe with passions that For more reviews, visit
shatter the surface of decorum.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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high-end Japanese dispenser, and used all mushrooms, draped in a sweet-and-sour
my quarters on a gumball machine filled tomato sauce, and finished with crunchy
with the world’s best snack mix, a buttery focaccia bread crumbs. A plate of steamed
TABLES FOR TWO mélange of broken Ritz crackers, peanuts, vegetables, one night, was as deceptively
and Crispix, scented with cumin. The simple as a Rothko—perfectly al-dente
Superiority Burger mixed drinks are seventeen dollars, which spears of asparagus, overwintered carrot,
119 Avenue A seems both standard these days and also and broccolini to be dipped in a luscious
jaw-dropping, especially for Alphabet lemon-tahini dressing and a tart, fruity
At 9 P.M. one recent Saturday at Supe- City’s slightly grizzled, sellout-resistant hot sauce.
riority Burger, the chef Brooks Head- remaining punks, of which Headley is The market salad, a tower of leaves—
ley was ricocheting around the dining one. (He was the drummer for several Little Gem, arugula, frisée—strewn with
room. A profile in GQ revealed that he hardcore bands.) “YIKES!” the menu notes, shredded carrot, fennel, herbs, bread
clocked about thirty-five thousand steps, next to the price, defensively. crumbs, and pickled bird’s-beak chilies,
or roughly seventeen miles, each night. But, compared with other restaurants was trumped only by a special: apricot
PHOTOGRAPH BY LANNA APISUKH FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
And who could blame him? For six years, of this calibre, the food prices feel shock- panzanella, featuring silky halves of the
he spent the majority of his time in the ingly low, especially given the obvious griddled fruit, focaccia croutons, torn
three hundred square feet of the restau- quality of the produce, some of it sourced hunks of mozzarella, wedges of cucum-
rant’s original location. Earlier this year, from Campo Rosso, a specialty vegetable ber, and Thai basil.
he relocated to the relatively sprawling farm in Pennsylvania. The burger, made The panzanella was dessert-adjacent,
space that, for decades, had housed the from quinoa, chickpeas, and walnuts, is in part because many of the desserts, under
Odessa Restaurant, a beloved East Village thirteen dollars. The most expensive dish, the purview of the pastry chefs Darcy
greasy spoon. at nineteen dollars, is the Yuba-Verde, a Spence and Katie Toles, walk the line be-
The original Superiority Burger of- spectacular sandwich featuring chewy, tween sweet and savory: earthy, herbal co-
fered just six dishes, plus specials and slightly stretchy folds of yuba, or soy-milk riander-banana gelato; a salty malted date
desserts. (Headley began his kitchen skin, griddled and layered with chickpeas, shake. The first time I tried the Pearl Pie, a
career as a fine-dining pastry chef.) All broccoli rabe, and mayo on a crusty Italian triangle of passion-fruit custard on a Ritz-
of it, including the eponymous burger, hero. More menu marginalia: “incl freight cracker base, it was shellacked in passion-
was vegetarian; a lot was “accidentally the cost per gram of premium yuba is fruit glaze and topped with passion-fruit
vegan.” Everything popped. The move, equivalent to that of American Wagyu.” seeds and iridescent tapioca pearls. The
theoretically, might have overwhelmed Holdovers from the old menu in- second time it was also dusted with crim-
Headley with possibilities, but on recent clude the Sloppy Dave (tofu chili, friz- son-hued li hing mui, a preserved-plum
visits I was delighted to find that he is zled onions), the burnt-broccoli salad powder that’s popular in Hawaii, where
keeping the focus as tight as ever. (eggplant purée, candied cashews), and Toles grew up. It was bright, sour, a little
There are cocktails now, expertly the beets with cream cheese and pret- defiant, just right. (Dishes $9-$19.)
made but nothing you’d use the word zels, all still wonderful. New additions —Hannah Goldfield
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music and peace
where out there, presumably, were voters racy, religious voters who find his per
curious to get a feel for him, but they sonal behavior repugnant, party élites
couldn’t even see his face, only a minia exhausted by his inconstancy and his nar
ture lecturing avatar. cissism. That tactic, though, hinges on a
The two candidates most likely to question that hangs over DeSantis during
win the Presidency in 2024, Joe Biden each campaign stop and donor call: how
and Donald Trump, are, respectively, he plans to attack Trump. (The question
eighty years old and quickly nearing that hanging over his advisers is whether it’s
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even possible to do that in a Republican cians—George H. W. Bush, Al Gore— Scott’s Presidential bid doesn’t pan out,
primary.) DeSantis, who has made vir- are awkward on the rope line. It isn’t that he might be a formidable V.P. pick.) But
tually no overtures to voters who aren’t DeSantis is charmless—or it’s not only for most of the conservative élites lining
committed Republicans, has tried to have that. It’s that his career has been spent up against Trump the consulting con-
it both ways. To donors, he has report- on a charmlessness offensive, trying to tracts have already been drawn up. De-
edly made the case that Trump is funda- persuade voters exhilarated by Trump’s Santis is their man.
mentally unelectable—a plausible as- willingness to brawl that he is made of Some Republicans have long held
sumption, particularly given the number the same stuff. that Trump should be taken seriously,
of civil and criminal investigations he still Yet the DeSantis machine represents but not literally—that while the rage he
faces. But so far in public DeSantis has a larger enterprise than the candidate channelled is real, his threats and pro-
declined to make any real criticism of himself, as Musk’s presence, and Roe’s, posals shouldn’t be accepted at face value.
Trump, or even to say clearly that the and the vast funding make clear. For sev- The DeSantis campaign is taking Trump
2020 election wasn’t stolen. eral years, conservative operatives and literally. The central proposition of De-
Trump, of course, has not been timid. donors who had grown sick of Trump Santis’s career in Tallahassee and, it ap-
Having doubled down on a somewhat studied the political situation relentlessly, pears, of his Presidential candidacy, is
tortured taunt—Ron DeSanctimonious— scrutinizing poll cross tabs and focus- that he can actually deliver the social re-
he recently discovered a simpler line of group transcripts, quizzing younger trenchment that his rival has promised.
attack. DeSantis, he said, has “no person- friends and acquaintances, searching their The issue for DeSantis is whether this
ality.” Watching the Governor stiffly nav- own souls. Some may have had second prospect will appeal only to conservative
igate his way through Iowa and New thoughts when Tim Scott, the Black Re- insiders, as his Twitter Spaces rollout
Hampshire did bring to mind the time publican senator from South Carolina—a seemed to do, or whether his maximalist
an aide suggested that he write “LIKABLE” sincere conservative without the author- war on progressivism is really what Amer-
on a notepad ahead of a debate, as a itarian baggage—launched his campaign icans want.
reminder. But plenty of effective politi- with a happier, if hokier, message. (If —Benjamin Wallace-Wells
DEPT. OF SANITATION metal, glass, foil—above the image that (“Job description: Curbside Source for
REDUCE, RETAIN, REMEMBER Meyerowitz had delivered: a lidded metal Separation Recycle Program”) and a
garbage can, cinched at the waist with a business card (Mary Most, Project Man-
tailor’s tape measure. ager, Public Education Unit in the Re-
It had taken him an hour and a half cycling Programs and Planning Divi-
and earned him eleven hundred dollars. sion) on the cover.
“And then suddenly there it was, on every Meyerowitz opened the folder and
street corner and lamppost in town,” Mey- beheld the trash can on a weathered sheet
ast year, Molly Bloom, a freelance erowitz said the other day. “I thought, of paper, twelve by ten inches. To a child
L editor, moved into a new apartment,
in Flatbush, and quickly befriended a
This is a really large one-man show. Just
one piece, sure, but it’s everywhere. It’s
of that time and place, the image was as
elemental as the first pooper-scooper hi-
neighbor named Lilly Lam, who men- still around.” eroglyph. Meyerowitz said, “It’s possible
tioned that she designed signs for the He’d never got the original back, and that inside the can, if you can just get
Department of Sanitation. he occasionally wondered about it. When the lid off, my grandfather may be in
“My dad made an art work for the Bloom mentioned this to Lam, Lam there. A portrait of him.”
Department of Sanitation!” Bloom said. approached Maggie Lee, the depart- Meyerowitz grew up in the Bronx. He
Bloom’s father is Rick Meyerowitz, ment’s archivist, who had it in a cabi- explained that his grandfather had been
the illustrator and humorist, the creator net of flat files. a street sweeper, possibly for the depart-
of the poster art for “Animal House” and Bloom then texted her father: “um, ment, in its earlier incarnation, more than
more than a hundred features for Na- ricky? i have some good news . . . THEY a century ago: “My father referred to him
tional Lampoon. In 1986, at a time when DIDN’T LOSE IT! they know exactly as a street pilot. He pushed around a barrel
he was busy producing illustrations for where it is.” on wheels, with a broom and a shovel in
magazines, movies, and ad campaigns, he And so, on a recent Friday, Meyero- it. Whenever he came across some horse
got a call from an art director at Ogilvy & witz, with Bloom and Lam in tow, vis- shit, he loaded it into the barrel.”
Mather Direct, which had the Sanita- ited the department’s archives, on Beaver Lee, citing a passage in a book she had
tion Department as a client. It needed a Street, in lower Manhattan, for a long- on hand, said that in those days the city
logo for its new recycling campaign. The deferred reunion with his most ubiqui- had to contend with 2.5 million pounds
city was asking its residents to sort their tous art work. of manure a day, and sixty thousand gal-
trash—voluntarily, to start, so the prac- “ ‘Art work’ is a bit of a stretch,” he lons of urine. She showed them copies
tice would take some persuading. The said. A year short of eighty, tall and lean, of an old photograph from her collec-
signs and posters read “Help Reduce New he was wearing jeans, a black cardigan, tion, of a street sweeper, like Meyero-
York’s Waste. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.” and a gray fedora. Lee handed him a witz’s grandfather, sweeping up under-
They presented the categories—plastic, red portfolio folder, with some jottings neath the Williamsburg Bridge.
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“You can have one if you want,” she
said.
“I’m going to say no.” He was happy,
too, to let the department hold on to the
trash-can drawing. He explained, “I have
three thousand illustrations in my stu-
dio. I wish my grandfather was still
around with that bin.” (Meyerowitz has
considered donating some of his work
to Boston University, where he studied
art. He’d honed his drafting chops in the
summers in Provincetown, hawking car-
icatures of tourists.)
Lee treated her guests to other trea-
sures: a so-called snow book from 1938,
tracking how many cubic yards of snow
various carters had hauled off the streets;
a nineteen-seventies personnel file, in the
style of a flip book, with head shots. She
had also recently received, from Pennsyl-
vania’s Union County Historical Society,
the archives of John T. Featherston, the
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commissioner of street cleaning from 1914
to 1917. Manna from Heaven. Lee, who vides assistance to public schools whose “I’m drawing an art work that I’ve
has a master’s from N.Y.U. in archives budgets have been slashed. seen before,” Emmanuelle explained, fill-
and public history, has been the sanita- Under a tent on the building’s roof, a ing in the blank with a depiction of Rob-
tion archivist for seven years. “Before that, yellow wooden lemonade stand had been ert Indiana’s stacked “LOVE” sculpture.
there was no one doing this particular erected and painted with the prices of Lucas drew a sneaker.
job,” she said. “There hadn’t been a lot of art works ($25, $50, or $100; buyer’s choice), Camila (eight, in a flowy shirt) arrived
thought about what to save and for how lemonade ($5, $10, or $20), and tote bags with her mom, Ana Leshen, who is on
long.” Reduce, retain, remember. ($50). Across from the stand, a café of- C.M.A.’s board; her sister, Alina (ten, in
Meyerowitz was still thinking about fered cans of San Pellegrino limonata for a stretchy black-and-white jumper); and
manure. “Another thing my father said, four dollars. The kids were going to have Alina’s friend Max (nine; Chelsea Piers
about growing up with all that horse shit to really work it. Unfortunately, they were T-shirt, cleats). “He’s not an artist, he’s a
in the streets: We asked him, ‘Wasn’t it running late for their shifts. soccer player,” Camila said of Max.
disgusting?’ And he said, ‘I dunno. It Lucas, age nine, wearing a blue T-shirt “Yes, I am a soccer player,” Max
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made it easier to slide into second base.’” with Andy Warhol on it, arrived first. affirmed.
—Nick Paumgarten He had a sculpture on view at the stand. “And she’s not an artist, she’s a dancer,”
“I made a little monster,” he said, ges- Camila said of Alina. “My work was in
ART FAIR turing to a marbled pink clay orb with the Metropolitan Museum. It was a sculp-
MY KID COULD DO THAT green eyes. He set about mixing lemon- ture, a robot.” How’d she get into art?
ade powder and water. “Well, it first started in art class,” she
Seth Cameron, a painter and the ex- mused. When her teacher alerted her that
ecutive director of C.M.A. (which gave her work would be displayed in the Met
up its physical space during the pan- (through a program called P.S. Art), “I
demic in favor of free, roving program- still didn’t know what that was, because
ming), said, “I live next to this sneaker I was, like, seven.” Her mom filled her in.
ast weekend, the New Art Dealers shop that does big drops, and there’s a “And then the day arrived and I saw my
L Alliance fair filled a building on
Twenty-second Street, in Chelsea, with
huge line that forms, so my two kids fig-
ured out that they could sell lemonade
tiny art piece in the Metropolitan,” Camila
recalled, dreamily. Lucas and Max were
contemporary art, people hoping to sell whenever a line showed up. I had to get getting experimental with the powder-
or buy it, and those simply wanting to them to stop, because they would stand to-water ratio of their lemonade.
see and be seen. Also: some elementary outside for twenty minutes and come “I like lemonade, but I like ones with
schoolers hawking Country Time lem- back with, like, two hundred dollars.” real lemons,” Emmanuelle professed.
onade and art works (heavy on the Pop- A seven-year-old girl in a floral dress, The gang grabbed some cups and
sicle sticks and Sculpey) made by fel- named Emmanuelle, who was visiting the started circulating.
low-kids, for a cause—specifically, the fair with her parents, joined Lucas behind “Oh, my gosh! Did you decorate all
Children’s Museum of the Arts’ Emer- the counter. The two drew with mark- of these?” a woman carrying a tote
gency Arts Education Fund, which pro- ers on paper cups that read “I ___ NY.” bag that read “I CAN FEEL THE MONEY
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LEAVING MY BODY” asked Lucas. Waterman, her fiancé, but had left her
“No,” Lucas said, flatly. He ran back three rescue dogs at home.
inside with her cash. “Is he yours?” a photographer asked,
Max stood over a pink piggy bank, nodding toward Waterman, a financial
chanting, “I am the money man!” adviser.
RJ Supa, a mustachioed artist with “Yes, he’s mine,” said Bloomberg, a
bleached-blond hair, approached, with a prize-winning equestrian who splits her
small dog in tow. “How much is this?” time between Manhattan, Westchester,
he asked, indicating a painting of a dog. and Florida. She has been interested in
“You choose,” Camila answered. “But the well-being of animals since she was
twenty-five is best.” a little girl. Now forty, she’s been on
“Hmm, what about fifty?” Supa sug- plenty of gnarly rescue missions (some-
gested. “It’s because we’ve got a dog. And times with Amanda Hearst, a fellow
I got a cat drawing downstairs because New York heiress), raiding puppy mills
we have a cat. The dog is named French and airlifting strays from the Caribbean
Fry. The cat is Banana.” on the family jet. (Her father is Mi-
“My uncle has a cat and I have a dog, chael Bloomberg.)
Frida,” Camila said. Nearby, several dogs up for adoption
“Like Kahlo?” Supa asked. He re- waited in promlike attire (a pit bull
quested more info on the artist behind named Lonnie, with a missing ear, wore
his new acquisition. a pink tutu) and tussled beneath chan- Georgina Bloomberg
“It was random art kids that made deliers. Someone handed Bloomberg a
them,” Alina said. “But they took a lot of squirming, lick-happy pup in a blue bow have included a pig, a mule, a chicken,
work to do.” tie, for a photo; for a moment, it looked and a goat.
“My art was in the Metropolitan,” like her silky black dress might get shred- After dinner and her speech, in which
Camila said. ded. She put her nose to the nape of the she said that she was honored to be hon-
Max took a break from shoving bills dog’s neck and inhaled for a long time, ored, she stopped at the coat check. “I
into the piggy bank to peruse the booth. as if from a bong. want to be known for going on rescue
“This is my favorite,” he said of a blue “There’s nothing like the smell of a trips more than going to parties,” she
clay ball on a white base. “I also like this. puppy’s head,” she said. said. She was dashing home to catch a
They’re like little cakes. Cake is my fa- Bloomberg estimates that she is in- Rangers game. “But, if I have to put on
vorite. I can’t use my money, though, be- volved with “a couple of dozen” animal- a dress and show up for things like this,
cause my credit card’s at home.” rescue outfits. There are now close to a I’m willing to do it.”
Alex Morris, a gallerist in a green hundred and fifty such groups in the A few days later, Bloomberg walked
dress, swooped in and bought two sculp- city, according to Best Friends Animal into Versa, an airy lounge at a midtown
tures, a tote bag, and a lemonade. Society, an advocacy organization. It hotel, where she was co-hosting a cock-
“You want the ten-dollar lemonade?” puts the number of local dogs and cats tail party benefitting Rescue Dogs Rock
Max said. that are saved from euthanasia every NYC. There were no dogs to kiss, but
“Is it better than the five-dollar lem- year at around seventy thousand—al- Lara Trump, the event’s other co-host,
onade?” Morris asked. most the same count as the city’s home- wanted to embrace. She had flown up
“It’s the best,” Max said. The money less population. from Florida, where she’d recently helped
man was catching on. Bloomberg has become a kind of organize a fashion-show fund-raiser at
“I want the best of everything in life,” empress ambassador of the rescue world, Mar-a-Lago for Big Dog Ranch Res-
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Morris said. “Let’s do it.” which blew up after so many videos cue; her father-in-law, the former Pres-
—Emma Allen circulated of pets that were abandoned ident, told guests at the event that she
during Hurricane Katrina. (Animal-lov- was terrific but that the country was in
DOG’S LIFE DEPT. ers, like purveyors of portable toilets, trouble. (Big Dog Ranch Rescue got
THE RESCUE CIRCUIT have a thing for cute names. Some of into some trouble itself when I.R.S. fil-
the newer rescue organizations are Res- ings revealed that the organization has
cuzilla, Posh Pets, and Stray from the provided Trump properties with nearly
Heart.) Low-key and no-nonsense, like two million dollars in fund-raising-
her father, Bloomberg knows the in- related revenue.)
side details—for instance, that black Trump approached Bloomberg and
dogs are harder to place for adoption, said, “Hi, honey,” her hair and teeth
ne spring evening, Georgina Bloom- and that pit bulls are not among the gleaming. She wore a taut dress with
O berg arrived at the Pierre Hotel,
where she was being honored by the
most aggressive breeds. She also tells
her son that the only thing he is al-
embedded sparkles and a plunging back.
“It’s New York, so we’re all in black.”
animal-welfare group NYC Second lowed to brag about is having rescue All business, in a Zara blazer, Bloom-
Chance Rescue. She’d brought Justin pets. Besides dogs and horses, these berg greeted the founders of Rescue Dogs
16 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
Rock, and Trump followed suit. The or- and had on slippers, a cozy turquoise at Polydor had changed their minds.
ganization had rehabilitated a beagle loungewear set, and diamond bracelets. Could she come to L.A. to record a new
named Ben that Trump fostered, and A bio-pic about her life, called “Glo- song called “Substitute”? She hated the
then adopted, with her big-game-hunt- ria Gaynor: I Will Survive,” after her song, but she went for it, and did the
ing husband, Eric. She posts a lot of dog Grammy-winning 1978 megahit, is pre- recording while wearing a back brace.
content (she calls herself a “foster failure,” mièring at the Tribeca Film Festival When she read the lyrics of the song the
because she kept Ben) on Instagram, this month. producers had in mind for the B-side,
along with attacks on the January 6th She enjoys telling her story, which she said, “Are you stupid? You’re going
Committee and rants about election in- begins in Newark, where she was raised to bury this on the B-side?” It was “I
terference, Letitia James, trans athletes, by a single mother who inspired her to Will Survive.” She told them, “This is a
and Hunter Biden. sing. Clive Davis signed her and pointed hit song.”
During a press briefing and photo op, her toward disco. In 1978, while perform- Polydor gave the recording to the d.j.
a Daily Mail reporter had some ques- ing at the Beacon Theatre, Gaynor fell at Studio 54. “The audience jammed the
tions for Bloomberg. Was she friends backward over a monitor; the accident dance floor immediately,” Gaynor said.
with Ivanka Trump? (Yes.) Was it true left her paralyzed from the waist down. “I thought, A jaded New York audience
that Anna Wintour had her own bath- Six months later, while still in recovery, falling for a song the first time they hear
room at the Met Ball? (Uncertain.) Would she married Linwood Simon, who proved it? ” Polydor flipped the songs and made
she dump a boyfriend if he didn’t love to be a subpar manager and an even worse “I Will Survive” the A-side.
dogs? (Yes.) Would she accept a dona- husband. (He wouldn’t let her into their The song has become an anthem for
tion from Archewell, the charity of the apartment when she got locked out.) He female empowerment, gay rights, sur-
Duke and Duchess of Sussex? kept her career focussed on Europe, rather vivors of domestic abuse, and oppressed
“My mother would never forgive me,” than trying to build on her success in people everywhere. Gaynor is expected
Bloomberg replied, referring to Susan the U.S., which led her to drift into near-
Brown, who is English. irrelevance.
She looked in need of rescue herself She divorced Simon in 2005, and in
by then, and began to back away from 2019, after years of fantasizing, she re-
her inquisitors. “I promised I would be leased a gospel album, “Testimony,”
home in time for dinner,” she said. As which won a Grammy and kicked off
Trump started in on her rescue-dog a comeback. “I love cooking and hav-
stump speech (“Right now, it’s a dire ing people for dinner,” she said, enter-
situation for animals around this coun- ing her shiny, bright kitchen. “I love that
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try”), Bloomberg was gone. I have two trash cans.” A sign over the
—Bob Morris sink read “Don’t make me come down
there. —God.” As Gaynor plopped down
SURVIVAL DEPT. in a seat at the kitchen island, she ex-
THE SONG plained that she invents her own reci-
pes, including a dish called Chicken à
la Gaynor, inspired by a meal she threw
together one night in 1985, when Simon
surprised her by bringing home some
business associates for dinner. Ingredi- Gloria Gaynor
ents: chicken parts, cream-of-mushroom
drew this house when I was about soup, cream-of-chicken soup, sour cream, to sing it constantly. After a perfor-
“ Iforty,” the singer Gloria Gaynor said heavy cream, and Better Than Bouil- mance in Italy, a young woman ap-
the other day. “This was my dream house.” lon. “Serve that with saffron rice and proached her. “She told me, ‘I’ve been
She was giving a tour of her new place colorful vegetables and dinner rolls,” she having a lot of pain and anguish, and
in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. She said. “And voilà.” where I’m living I don’t have a lot of
gestured toward a marble foyer and a The counter was full of get-well cards privacy, so I was going to go home so I
glittering chandelier, and mentioned her and flower arrangements, including one could commit suicide,’” Gaynor recalled.
“party basement,” which has a bar and a from her personal trainer. (She does Going to the show changed her mind.
screening room. “When I drew it, it was CrossFit three times a week and can hold “I’ll never forget it. We were both cry-
for a couple. Because I expected to be a plank for two minutes.) In 1978, while ing and hugging.”
married forever,” she went on. “I’m all hospitalized following spinal surgery, She went on, “Everybody wants to
about family and whatever marriage is she got a call. Her record company, Poly- know they’re useful. I don’t know any-
supposed to be—which I didn’t have. dor, said it was dropping her. After get- body who’s been more blessed in that
But I can tell people how not to have ting discharged, still unable to work, she area than I have. That song has added
one.” She gave a throaty laugh. lost her apartment and was basically so much meaning and purpose to my
Gaynor, who is about to turn eighty, broke. Then she got another call, about life. So, do I get tired of singing it? Never!”
was recovering from shoulder surgery, what she calls “the song.” The executives —Sheelah Kolhatkar
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The song, Gaye’s first No. 1, was one of
ANNALS OF MUSIC the biggest hits of the year. It became a
foundational track in the quiet storm of
Townsend, then forty-three, had recently of the Funk Brothers, Motown’s house speed and facility. He can toss off four
been released from rehab, and the song band, who added the wah-wah guitar or five songs a day when he’s recording
was a plea to a higher power to help him introduction and the song’s undeniable an album. His EP “No. 5 Collaborations
stay sober. “I’ve been really tryin’ baby, groove, in which the second and fourth Project” led to a deal with Atlantic Rec-
tryin’ to hold back this feeling for so long” chords are anticipated—slightly in front ords, a Warner Music label, when he
was one of the lines. of the beat. Gaye, in addition to his soar- was nineteen. He writes ballads as well
Gaye, who was suffering from writer’s ing vocal, played keyboard on the record. as bangers; he also raps. He has collab-
orated with artists including Taylor
Ed Sheeran denies illegally copying Ed Townsend and Marvin Gaye’s song. Swift, Rita Ora, and Justin Bieber. His
18 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 PHOTO ILLUSTRATION BY MARK HARRIS
songs are popular partly because they ture.” He did just that with “Blurred rock band Spirit, because the descend-
are so accessible. It’s as if you already Lines,” his 2013 hit with Robin Thicke, ing A-minor figure in “Taurus” consisted
know them. for which he seemed to metabolize al- of “common musical elements” that can’t
Sheeran usually performs solo with most every aspect of Marvin Gaye’s 1977 be copyrighted. In 2020, a district judge
a guitar—without costume changes, hit “Got to Give It Up,” including the in Los Angeles overturned a verdict that
dancers, or pyrotechnics—backed only crowd noises and the cowbell. found Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” had in-
by looped tracks that he makes with a But, according to a jury in Los Ange- fringed on eight notes from “Joyful
pedal as he plays. The two-year-long les, Williams went too far. In 2015, it found Noise,” an obscure song by the Chris-
tour for his 2019 album, “Divide,” took that the composers of “Blurred Lines” tian artist Flame. The judge’s decision
in more than seven hundred and seventy- had illegally copied Gaye’s song. The was upheld on appeal.
five million dollars, making it the second- songwriters were ultimately forced to pay This spring, a high-stakes copyright
highest-grossing tour of all time. Now, the Gaye family $5.3 million, and to share trial took place in New York City. The
at thirty-two, he is one of the wealthi- half the song’s future publishing royalties. issue in Griffin v. Sheeran was whether
est people in the U.K. The verdict was a victory for the copyright Sheeran and Wadge had illegally cop-
“Thinking Out Loud,” released in attorney Richard Busch. Afterward, more ied from “Let’s Get It On” in creating
September, 2014, was one of the first than two hundred producers and other “Thinking Out Loud.” The larger is-
songs to be streamed half a billion times people in the music business signed an sues were how much songwriters like
on Spotify; it has since passed 2.2 billion amicus brief predicting that, if the verdict Sheeran should be allowed to borrow
streams. It won the 2015 Grammy for was upheld, they would be forced to work from earlier works, and the opaque and
Song of the Year, and its success shot “always with one foot in the recording antiquated process by which the law de-
Sheeran into the thin air of the world’s studio and one foot in the courtroom.” It termines what part of a pop song the
top hitmakers. The song also became a was upheld anyway, in a 2–1 vote, in 2018. composer actually owns.
favorite at his concerts. The dissenting judge on the Ninth Cir-
In a YouTube video of a Sheeran show cuit Court of Appeals, Jacqueline Nguyen, usic copyright, which became law
in Zurich in November, 2014, the artist,
playing an electric guitar, smoothly tran-
described the ruling as “a devastating blow
to future musicians and composers ev-
M in the United States in 1831, al-
lows composers to establish the “metes
sitions from “Thinking Out Loud” to erywhere,” because it allowed “the Gayes and bounds” of their intellectual prop-
“Let’s Get It On” and back to “Think- to accomplish what no one has before: erty, just as mechanical inventors do in
ing,” without changing chords or the har- copyright a musical style.” obtaining patents. But a patent is granted
monic rhythm—the syncopated cadence Many people correctly predicted that only after examiners have determined,
at which chords are played. He smiles a the “Blurred Lines” ruling would trigger by way of an investigation, that an in-
bit mischievously. The crowd loves it. a wave of frivolous infringement cases. “I vention is truly new and useful. A music
can’t tell you how many calls we get after copyright is more like a virtual rubber
ost pop songs are made out of the Grammys,” Judith Finell, who was stamp that a musician gets automatically
M other pop songs. Many are con-
structed on three- or four-chord pro-
the Gaye family’s expert musicologist in
the “Blurred Lines” case, told me. “Mostly
as soon as a song is “fixed in a tangible
medium of expression.” If the song is a
gressions, and have a near-identical blue- from lawyers wanting to see if their cli- hit and the musician is sued—because
print—intro, verse, chorus, bridge, outro. ent’s claim of infringement is winnable.” “where there’s a hit, there’s a writ,” as an
Other than words and melody, not much Taylor Swift, the Weeknd, and Justin old adage goes—it is up to the courts to
in a composition is protected by copy- Bieber are only a few of the artists who figure out how original the work is.
right. As the Australian comedy trio Axis have been subject to recent allegations of Copyright makes it commercially
of Awesome demonstrates in a video that infringement. The composers of Dua Li- viable to be an artist. But painters can’t
went viral, any number of pop songs can pa’s 2020 hit “Levitating” are being sued claim ownership of a color, and songwriters
fit inside the same four chords. For this on both coasts: In Los Angeles, the reg- can’t monopolize notes or, for that mat-
reason, the property lines of popular music gae band Artikal Sound System is claim- ter, common chord progressions, modes,
are hard to draw. Inspiration, imitation, ing that the song copied its 2017 track or rhythms. A composer is entitled to
homage, and pastiche are all at play. “Live Your Life.” In the Southern Dis- own only a particular expression or ar-
Often, the trick is to sound new and old trict of New York, L. Russell Brown and rangement of a musical idea, not the idea
at the same time. But at what point do Sandy Linzer believe that “Levitating” itself. (The concept of an arpeggio, or
influence and interpolation become ap- infringes on two songs they wrote, “Wig- of counterpoint, cannot be copyrighted.)
propriation and plagiarism? gle and Giggle All Night,” from 1979, and The question is how to legally separate
In 2019, the hitmaker Pharrell Wil- “Don Diablo,” from the following year. the two. The law, which represents the
liams spoke with the producer Rick Two influential decisions in Califor- Apollonian side of human experience—
Rubin, for a filmed conversation about nia’s Ninth Circuit in the past few years the rational, analytical, and intellectual—
creativity. Williams described his reac- have repaired some of the “Blurred Lines” is a leaky sieve for containing the Dio-
tion to hearing a song that makes him damage. In 2020, the appeals court con- nysian elements of music: the irrational,
feel something he hasn’t felt before: “I’m firmed a jury’s verdict that Led Zeppe- abstract, and emotional parts.
going to have to reverse engineer the lin’s “Stairway to Heaven” did not in- “Songwriters almost never steal mel-
feeling in order to get to the chord struc- fringe on “Taurus,” by the late-sixties odies from one another on purpose,” Joe
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Bennett, a professor of forensic musi- of the Grammy-winning song “Uptown named Ed Townsend?” she asked. Laws
cology at Berklee College of Music, told Funk” without asking for permission. replied, “Everybody knows who Ed
me. “In almost every case, the copying After the “Blurred Lines” verdict, a num- Townsend is!” Griffin said, “Well, I don’t!”
is inadvertent.” Still, outright theft does ber of songwriters were added to the She recalled reaching Townsend by
happen—compare Johnny Cash’s “Fol- song’s credits. phone for the first time: “I said, ‘This is
som Prison Blues,” from 1955, to Gordon The music industry was recently your daughter.’ He said, ‘I have looked
Jenkins’s 1953 song “Crescent City Blues.” shaken by “Heart on My Sleeve,” a song for you your entire life.’” But he had been
Cash ultimately paid Jenkins seventy- featuring a duet between a fake Drake searching for a Cherrigale, not a Kathryn.
five thousand dollars (which and a fake the Weeknd, in Townsend left Griffin a third of his
now amounts to some six which both vocals were cre- “Let’s Get It On” royalties. (In the nine-
hundred and sixty thou- ated, using generative A.I., teen-eighties, he had sold part of his
sand) for lifting his melody by an anonymous user called share of the song’s publishing copyright
and some of his lyrics. Ghostface. Artists and rights to Jobete.) She promised to protect his
Bennett explained that holders are concerned that legacy. Griffin got sober in 2003, the
songwriters can be found their creations will be used year Townsend died. She began coun-
liable for infringement of to train A.I. generators that selling women in prison in Houston
copyright even if the in- will eventually replace them. who had been sex workers; she is now
fringement was “subcon- Faced with that possibility, an expert in human-trafficking victims’
sciously accomplished.” rights holders are likely to rights. Griffin estimates that she has
The phrase comes from the seek more protection for rescued more than a thousand women
judge in a 1976 case, which found that style, even though doing so could make from “the life.” When her half brother
George Harrison had unknowingly but it harder for artists to do their work with- David died, in 2005, he left Griffin his
unlawfully copied the Chiffons’ 1963 out infringing. share of his father’s royalties, as did her
song “He’s So Fine” in his 1970 hit “My aunt Helen McDonald, in 2020.
Sweet Lord.” The two melodies are vir- d Townsend had two sons, Clef Mi- Early in 2015, friends of Griffin alerted
tually identical.
“Also known as ‘cryptomnesia,’” Ben-
E chael and David, born to his wife,
Cherrigale, and a daughter, also named
her to the similarities between “Let’s Get
It On” and a new song called “Thinking
nett added. He defined the term as “a Cherrigale, born in Los Angeles in 1960 Out Loud.” “They said, ‘This British guy,
forgotten memory that is mistaken for to a singer, who gave the child up for he just changed the words and kept all
an original idea.” Pop music is bursting adoption at birth. The adoptive family, the music!’” she told me. Griffin listened
with cryptomnesiacs. the Griffins, changed the baby’s name to to both: “And I went, ‘Oh, my God. Wow.’”
Before the Internet, lack of access Kathryn. When Kathryn was a child, her Griffin tried to notify Sony/ATV
was the standard defense against a claim adoptive mother would point at a hyster- Music Publishing, the behemoth that
of subconscious copying: the composer ectomy scar on her stomach and say, “This had recently acquired the Jobete cata-
couldn’t possibly have heard the accus- is where you came from.” logue. But no one at Sony returned her
er’s obscure song. At music publishers’ Kathryn showed an aptitude for music, calls. “Let’s Get It On” was in the Amer-
offices, assistants were instructed to re- which made her parents nervous. “My ican Songbook. Shouldn’t Sony want to
turn unsolicited recordings unopened, whole life, I wanted to play piano, flute, protect its I.P. from infringement? Then
so that the sender couldn’t argue later piccolo,” she told me. The family moved Griffin figured it out: Sony was proba-
that his work had been filched. But from L.A. to Hattiesburg, Mississippi: bly conflicted because it was also the
platforms like SoundCloud, Spotify, “They didn’t want me in the music in- publisher of “Thinking Out Loud,”
and TikTok have severely curtailed that dustry, because they were afraid I’d find along with much of the rest of Sheer-
defense. Finell, the musicologist, told out who my father was and fall into the an’s catalogue.
me, “Some kid will come to me and life he did.” Sony eventually asked two musicol-
say, ‘I just heard the latest Beyoncé Griffin fell anyway. She became ad- ogists to investigate the claim. Both
song, and she stole my drum track!’ I dicted to crack cocaine and got into sex advised the company that there was no
say, ‘How did Beyoncé get to hear a work to support her habit. She was traf- infringement, as did a third musicolo-
drum track that you composed in your ficked, she told me, and after escaping gist, whom Sheeran had hired in the
garage?’ ‘Well, I put it out on social her abusers she lived for a time in a “card- U.K. Still, it seemed to Griffin that no
media, and I have a hundred thousand board condominium” under a bridge. She one at Sony was looking after her inter-
followers. One of them could work speaks in a hoarse Southern drawl; in ests or her father’s legacy. (Sony says that
with Jay-Z!’” spite of her past, she laughs a lot. it often finds itself on both sides of in-
Can a style or a vibe ever be infringed In 1986, when Griffin was twenty-six, fringement suits, and that it remains neu-
on, if not all that much in pop is really her grandfather, a Christian minister, tral in these cases.)
new? True, some homages to past styles told her that she was adopted. Her mother Griffin found lawyers, Pat Frank and
are more brazen than others: Bruno then confessed that her biological father Keisha Rice, in Tallahassee, Florida.They
Mars and Mark Ronson took eighties was a famous musician. Griffin called an contacted Alexander Stewart, a profes-
funk grooves from the Gap Band’s “Oops acquaintance, Hubert Laws, the jazz mu- sor of music at the University of Ver-
Upside Your Head” and made them part sician. “Have you ever heard of a man mont. Stewart heard enough similari-
20 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
ties between the two songs to write a lost every case in his long career as a copy- to be registered for copyright, a written
report saying that Sheeran and Wadge right troll. However, as Gary Rosen notes composition must be submitted to the
were infringing on Gaye and Townsend. in his book “Unfair to Genius,” from 2012, U.S. Copyright Office, in Washington,
In 2017, Griffin’s attorneys filed a civil “It is within American jurisprudence and as the “deposit copy.” (It wasn’t until the
suit in New York, where Sony is head- not popular music that the name Ira B. 1976 Copyright Act, which went into ef-
quartered, which charged that “the me- Arnstein reverberates.” He adds, “If only fect on January 1, 1978, that sound record-
lodic, harmonic, and rhythmic compo- he could have collected a royalty on the ings were admissible as deposit copies.)
sitions of ‘Thinking’ are substantially case law that bears his name.” In both the “Blurred Lines” and
and /or strikingly similar” to “Let’s Get Fourteen prospective lay listeners were “Stairway to Heaven” cases, the jury
It On.” As with “Blurred Lines,” the called into the Griffin v. Sheeran jury was not permitted to listen to any pre-
claim focussed not on obvious similar- box, and Judge Stanton asked whether 1978 recording. The jurors in Griffin v.
ities in the songs’ melodies or lyrics but anything prevented them from render- Sheeran could listen to the recording of
on compositional elements associated ing impartial judgment. Sheeran’s song, but they had to rely on
with the rhythmic harmony—the groove. “ ‘Perfect’ was my wedding song,” a the five pages of sheet music for “Let’s
young woman said. Get It On,” a skeletal transcription that
n a Monday a few weeks ago , “My teen-age daughters love Ed contained lyrics, melody, chords, and a
O shortly after 11 A.M., Judge Louis L.
Stanton, who is ninety-five years old, took
Sheeran,” another said. “I don’t know
his music.”
notation of where the syncopated beats
fall. Gaye’s piano and the Funk Brothers’
his place at the bench in a federal court- Both women were eventually rejected additions to the groove, such as the bass
room in downtown Manhattan. The during voir dire, as was a young man who line, weren’t on the deposit copy. Gaye,
plaintiff, now Kathryn Griffin Townsend, said that he was pursuing a doctorate in who didn’t read music, probably never
was seated next to her attorneys. She musicology at Columbia University. Even even saw the transcription. (Sheeran
wore a dark-green dress, a long black coat, though he was probably the best-qualified can’t read music, either, a fact that he
and an expression of sombre resolve. Her potential juror to decide the case, he clearly readily admitted on the stand.) The only
daughter Skye was also in attendance. wasn’t a lay listener.The final seven-person versions of “L.G.O.” that the jury could
In music-copyright trials, similarities jury included a lawyer, a special-ed teacher, listen to were the experts’ MIDI audio
are assessed by two kinds of people: ex- a dramaturge, an amateur singer, a recent files, which were made from the sheet
pert listeners and lay ones. The élite ears college graduate, and a guy who’d played music using musical software, and sung
belong to forensic musicologists, who are trumpet in middle school. by a computer-generated voice.The tinny,
often academics with advanced degrees. wheedling sound of the synthesized
They hear music intellectually, in quan- ecause “Let’s Get It On,” or “L.G.O.,” music and the high-pitched android
tifiable component parts: tempo, ampli-
tude, arrangement. The musicologists
B as the legal documents refer to the
song, was recorded before 1978, it is gov-
vocal made a classic soul song sound ut-
terly soulless.
offer supposedly objective analyses of the erned by the 1909 Copyright Act, which Almost all the major African Amer-
“musical fingerprints” of songs, but they stipulated that, in order for a musical work ican contributions to American music—
manage to arrive at opposite conclusions,
depending on which side is employing
them—generally for around five hundred
dollars an hour. The lay listeners on the
jury, who are a kind of proxy for pop mu-
sic’s audience, temper the experts’ testi-
mony with what their own ears tell them.
In federal court, this methodology is
known as the Arnstein test. It derives
from Arnstein v. Porter—a famous 1946
case that was heard during New York’s
heyday as a songwriting town—involv-
ing Cole Porter, the Broadway composer,
and Ira B. Arnstein, a writer of Yiddish
folk songs and light opera, who became
convinced that many of the biggest hits
of the era had been stolen from him. The
songwriter accused Porter of copying the
melodies in “Night and Day” and “My
Heart Belongs to Daddy,” among other
songs, from sheet music kept in a trunk
in his shabby Upper West Side apartment,
possibly aided by a duplicitous landlord.
Arnstein ultimately lost the case, as he “Sir, did you order the special meal?”
ragtime, jazz, swing, hip-hop—were built infringed on their track. Infringement on, “But that feeling has now turned into
on rhythmic innovations that weren’t claims are often resolved this way. In ‘Oh, wait, let’s stand back for a minute,
transcribed in sheet music and copy- 2015, Sam Smith settled amicably with have we touched anything?’ You find
righted. (The bent third and seventh blue Tom Petty over the similarity between yourself in the moment second-guess-
notes that lie at the heart of the blues the chorus hook in Smith’s song “Stay ing yourself.” As a precaution, Sheeran
can’t even be written in twelve-note chro- with Me” and that in Petty’s “I Won’t added, he films all his songwriting ses-
matic-scale notation.) Ingrid Monson, Back Down.” In 2021, Olivia Rodrigo sions, should a claim later arise.
the Quincy Jones Professor of African offered the band Paramore a writing “This is not about money,” Sheeran
American Music at Harvard, who also credit and a share of the profits from her said. “It’s about heart, honesty, and in-
served as an expert witness for the Gaye song “Good 4 You,” whose hook sounds tegrity. Win or lose, we had to go to
family in the “Blurred Lines” trial, told a lot like the pre-chorus of Paramore’s court—we had to stand up for what we
me, “There could be no copyright system “Misery Business.” thought was right.”
less suited to rewarding the creativity of But Sheeran came to feel that settling Sheeran decided to go to court rather
African American music than the one (reportedly for five million dollars) made than settle with Griffin for the same rea-
we have. It was obviously modelled on him a target for copyright trolls. “Shape son. He testified that his songwriter and
classical music, and on the idea that a real of You,” a 2017 Sheeran megahit, was the artist friends were urging him to fight,
piece of music, one that was worthy of subject of multiple disputes. He amica- saying, “ ‘You have to win this for us.’”
copyright, would be written in notation.” bly resolved one, with the songwriters of These days, Sheeran observed, “it’s just
Even though the Copyright Office TLC’s hit “No Scrubs,” for borrowing its something that happens. When you write
now allows recordings to be submitted melody. (While writing the song, he’d songs and they’re successful, someone
in place of transcriptions, melody and referred to it as “the TLC song.”) He ini- comes after you.” He also said that, if he
lyrics remain the most important ele- tiated and won another case, brought in lost this case, he was going to quit music.
ments of a musical copyright involving the U.K., against Sami Chokri, a British “I’m finished,” he declared. “I’m done.”
a song’s composition, partly because they songwriter and grime artist, who’d as-
can be seen by judges and juries on paper. serted that Sheeran’s “Shape of You” had heeran arrived in court the day after
The focus on protecting the topline
seems out of step with the dominance
stolen the chorus from his 2015 song “Oh
Why.” The magistrate who decided the
S jury selection. He wore a dark-navy
suit with double vents in the back, and
in contemporary pop of the track—the case in Sheeran’s favor ordered Chokri a blue necktie with small white polka
harmonic and rhythmic bed for a song, to pay more than nine hundred thousand dots, but he still managed to look scruffy,
usually made by a producer on a digital pounds, to cover Sheeran’s legal fees. like a subway busker turned banker. He
workstation—which frequently precedes In a BBC Two “Newsnight” inter- sat at the defense table, where, in the
melodies and lyrics. It’s often the track view that aired in the U.K. after the vic- course of seven days, the spectators be-
that makes a song sound unique. tory, Sheeran and his co-writer John Mc- hind him—a mix of copyright attorneys,
Daid, of Snow Patrol, talked about the music journalists, and superfans—could
athryn Griffin Townsend isn’t the “extraordinary strain” of the lawsuit on study his distinctive copper-colored coif.
K first person to accuse Ed Sheeran
of copying a song. In 2017, on the advice
their creativity and mental health. “The
best feeling in the world is the euphoria
Townsend sat just in front of Sheeran,
at the plaintiff’s table. Her coat, a gift
of counsel, Sheeran settled an infringe- around the first idea of writing a great from the musician George Clinton, had
ment claim brought by the writers of song,” Sheeran said, perhaps recalling the word “INTEGRITY” emblazoned on
“Amazing,” a song performed by Matt that night in the kitchen with Wadge. the back, directly in Sheeran’s line of sight.
Cardle, an “X Factor” winner, who main- “The first spark, where you go, ‘This is Townsend’s legal team included the civil-
tained Sheeran’s 2014 hit “Photograph” special—we can’t spoil this.’” He went rights lawyer Ben Crump, a personal
friend, who represented George Floyd’s
family after Floyd’s murder, and worked
with Keisha Rice on the Trayvon Mar-
tin wrongful-death case. This would be
his first music-copyright trial.
A few weeks earlier, Crump had held
a press conference outside the court-
house. With Townsend standing next
to him, he’d said, “It is important that
we understand that this is part of a larger
issue. Far too many times in history,
Black artists have created some of the
most miraculous music in the world,
only to see white artists come and usurp
that music and reap untold fortunes
while these Black artists and their fam-
ilies derive nothing from their genius.”
But surely the Yorkshire-born “Can I just give context?” Sheeran larities” by way of color-coded charts. To
Sheeran wasn’t solely responsible for replied. critics, her presentation was all smoke
the shameful exploitation of Black art- “If I need more context, I’ll certainly and mirrors, designed to trick the jury
ists within the U.S. music industry? As ask,” Rice said. into thinking that a collection of unpro-
Jennifer Jenkins, a copyright-law pro- “I feel like you don’t want me to an- tectable elements was forensic proof that
fessor at Duke, put it to me, “Sheeran swer because you know what I’m going “Blurred Lines” was stained with Mar-
isn’t Pat Boone covering songs by Lit- to say is going to make a lot of sense,” vin Gaye’s musical DNA.
tle Richard, and he isn’t Alan Freed tak- Sheeran said. Townsend’s expert, Alexander Stew-
ing credit for Chuck Berry’s ‘Maybel- Finally, the plaintiffs played the Zu- art, had also prepared a slide show, and
lene’ without writing a single note.” rich video, which they saw as their stron- his presentation focussed on three areas
Nevertheless, Crump called on Sheeran gest single piece of evidence. (The ad- of similarity between the songs. These
to “do the right thing” and settle with missibility of the video as evidence had were several melody fragments; the syn-
Griffin before the trial started. Other- been the subject of much legal maneu- copated rhythm that anticipated the sec-
wise, Crump thundered, “let’s get it on!” vering by the defense, who appeared keen ond and fourth chords; and the progres-
In his opening statement, Crump not to see it played.) Sheeran watched sion, which Stewart claimed was, in the
called for “credit where credit is due,” from the witness box, his moon face ex- Roman nomenclature of chords, a I-iii-
but he stopped short of accusing Sheeran pressionless. Afterward, he remarked, IV-V progression. He testified that, of
of appropriating Black music. He char- with some heat, “Quite frankly, if I had all the songs that came before “L.G.O.,”
acterized the video of Sheeran’s Zurich done what you’re accusing me of doing, he could find only one—a version of
concert as a “smoking gun.” I would be an idiot to stand on a stage “Georgy Girl” recorded by “a rather ob-
“Maya Angelou tells us that when a in front of twenty thousand people and scure Mexican bandleader” in 1966—
person shows you who they are, it’s our show that.” that employed the same combination of
duty to believe them,” Crump declared. Sheeran is a master of the mashup. chord progression and syncopation. He
“When someone provides you a volun- At shows, he often interpolates his songs estimated that seventy per cent of the
tary confession, believe them.” and other people’s songs, as a kind of “musical value” of Sheeran’s song was
Ilene Farkas, a copyright specialist at musical party trick; he sometimes takes derived from Gaye and Townsend’s.
the powerhouse firm Pryor Cashman, requests from the audience. Through- Lawrence Ferrara, a professor of music
who along with Donald Zakarin led out his time on the stand, he entertained at N.Y.U., was the forensic musicologist
Sheeran’s legal team, delivered the de- the jury and spectators by demonstrat- for the defense. He pointed out that the
fense’s opening. She said that the only ing this with an acoustic guitar that his chord progression Ed Townsend had
similarities between the two songs were team placed within reach of the witness played for Gaye was so common that it
a common chord progression and an box. At one point, he started singing was in elementary music-method books
equally common syncopated rhythm. “Thinking Out Loud,” transitioned into such as “How to Play Rock ’n’ Roll Piano,”
The plaintiffs, she argued, “cannot own Shania Twain’s “You’re Still the One,” published in 1967. He claimed that six
these common musical elements.” then into Bob Dylan’s “Just Like a songs had the same progression and
On the stand, Townsend described Woman,” and finished with Van Mor- rhythm as “L.G.O.,” including Holland-
her feelings about Sony’s failure to re- rison’s “Crazy Love.” Recordings of Dozier-Holland’s “You Lost the Sweet-
spond to her inquiries. “I feel they’ve been Sheeran’s mashups were played: “Take est Boy” (1963), sung by Mary Wells, and
so negligent,” she said, her voice thick It Back” with “Superstition,” by Stevie the Mexican recording of “Georgy Girl.”
with emotion. “And I promised my fa- Wonder, and “Ain’t No Sunshine,” by (In the Seekers’ hit version, the expert
ther I would protect his work and art- Bill Withers. noted, the guitar is anticipated, but the
istry.” She went on, “I have nothing against “You can kind of play most pop songs bass plays on the beat.) If Sheeran were
Mr. Sheeran personally. I think he’s a over most pop songs,” Sheeran told the found to have illegally copied “Let’s Get
great artist with a great future. I am sim- room. It was persuasive testimony, but It On,” then the rights holders of those
ply trying to protect my father’s legacy.” it also helped explain why Sheeran’s earlier songs could claim that “L.G.O.”
After lunch, the plaintiffs called songs sound familiar—they’re not so had infringed on them, resulting in a cir-
Sheeran to the stand, where Rice ques- different from many other songs. cular firing squad of lawsuits. Ferrara
tioned him. Sheeran testified to hearing variously characterized parts of Stew-
“L.G.O.” for the first time in an Austin n the “Blurred Lines” trial, Judith Fi- art’s testimony as “farcical,” “absurd,” and
Powers movie, but denied copying it.
Rice asked Sheeran about his song
I nell devoted much of her testimony
to a PowerPoint presentation. Average
“ludicrous.”
Sheeran also commented on Stew-
“Take It Back,” which boasts about steal- listeners have a hard time comparing two art’s presentation. “I think what he’s
ing rap lyrics: songs aurally, she told me: “The first song doing is criminal,” he said. “I don’t know
doesn’t stay in their memory when the why he’s allowed to be an expert.” What
You’ll find me ripping the writtens second song starts playing.” But, she annoyed Sheeran most was that Stew-
Out of the pages they sit in
And never once I get bitten added, “people do retain visual informa- art heard an F-sharp minor chord at
Because plagiarism is hidden tion.” Her presentation used a time- the beginning of “Thinking Out Loud.”
stamped map of intervals in the two This would make it identical to the
“Are those your lyrics?” Rice asked. songs which showed “significant simi- I-iii-IV-V progression in “L.G.O.,” if
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Sheeran’s song were transposed to E-flat. West Sixty-fourth Street went through heavy burden. Millions of Sheeran fans
But, in fact, Sheeran said, Stewart in state court in 2001.) would despise them, and the promot-
was wrong: the chord was a D over Pullman now lives in an art-filled villa ers and stadium owners involved in
F-sharp—a D-major first inversion, high atop Hollywood, with an unbeat- Sheeran’s forthcoming world tour for
which Sheeran demonstrated by strum- able view of the city from his trapezoi- his new album, “Subtract,” would be on
ming both progressions. dal pool. As a music investor, he favors the hook for the cancelled shows. “That’s
“I know what I’m playing on guitar,” evergreens. In his estimation, there are simply a threat to try to play on your
he said. “It’s me playing it.” so many more infringement cases these emotions,” Crump said. “I promise you,
“And how do you know Dr. Stewart days not because of frivolous lawsuits no matter what your verdict is, he won’t
is wrong?” Farkas asked. but because of bolder instances of theft. be done with music.” The lawyer ob-
“I wrote it, and I play it every week, “It used to be, you’d find a song that served that Sheeran is, above all, a per-
a lot,” Sheeran said. wasn’t that big a hit,” he said, in his rapid- former. “Don’t be charmed,” he said.
fire speaking style. “Now they’ll take hits. “I’m sure if Ed Townsend was alive and
he other third of Ed Townsend’s You have a better chance of having a hit in this court, he would have been just
T third of the “Let’s Get It On” roy-
alties, which was once owned by his
if you take a giant hit. Why? Because
people already recognize it!”
as charming.”
The jury deliberated for less than
son Michael, now belongs to Struc- In Pullman’s opinion, Sheeran is a se- three hours before handing its verdict
tured Asset Sales, an L.A.-based com- rial infringer: “Why does he write songs to Judge Stanton: Sheeran and Wadge
pany founded by the financier David so quickly? Maybe it’s because parts of had independently created “Thinking
Pullman. Pullman is a pioneer in pack- them are already written.” He mentioned Out Loud”; they had not infringed on
aging song catalogues as investment- the Zurich video: “He seamlessly goes “Let’s Get It On.”
grade securities, a common practice into ‘Let’s Get It On’—did you pick that Sheeran, who had missed his pater-
today. Essentially, an investor buys a song out of a hat? Out of sixty million nal grandmother’s funeral to testify, emo-
share and reaps a portion of future earn- registered songs, why do you pick that tionally embraced Farkas and Zakarin.
ings from royalties, licensing, and new song? It’s a tell.” He recalled the well- Wadge wept.The music executives looked
technologies like streaming. Pullman known story of Paul McCartney going pleased. The trial had given both songs
created the first of these securities, around and asking people if the melody streaming bumps.
Bowie Bonds, in collaboration with of “Yesterday,” which had come to him Outside, on Worth Street, the pop
David Bowie, in 1997. He has worked in a dream, was in fact remembered from star read a statement. “It looks like I’m
on similar deals for catalogues belong- another song. Today, Pullman said, it’s not going to have to retire from my day
ing to the estates of James Brown, the “infringe now, worry about it later.” job,” Sheeran said. However, “I am
Isley Brothers, and Holland-Dozier- Pullman said that he would consider unbelievably frustrated that baseless
Holland, among others. settling for a respectful sum: “I don’t un- claims like this are allowed to go to court
Pullman filed a separate hundred- derstand why someone wants to go at all.” He hoped that now he and his
million-dollar suit against Sony in 2018. through so many trials. Every case against fellow-songwriters could “all just go
In another legal action, he is seeking to him will just get stronger.” back to making music.” ( Judge Stanton
capitalize on an amicus brief filed by dismissed the first of Pullman’s lawsuits
the Copyright Office in the “Stairway hen I saw Kathryn Griff in a week later.) Then his artfully tousled
to Heaven” case, which noted that there
could be “multiple, distinct copyrightable
W Townsend in the courthouse caf-
eteria before closing arguments, she
head disappeared into a black S.U.V.
and was gone.
works that are all versions of the same looked rested and happy. “Win, lose, or Townsend did not seem at all down-
song.” This opened up the possibility draw, it doesn’t matter, because we won,” hearted by the verdict. She had honored
of refiling a sound recording with the she told me. “Now people know what her promise to her father, she told me,
Copyright Office as a new arrangement, happened. And they’ll think before they which was “to protect his intellectual
which would be covered by the rules of do it again.” She added, “This has never property.” She’d embraced Sheeran in
the 1976 Copyright Act. After reading been about money.” the courtroom after the verdict, and
the brief, Pullman submitted the record- Ilene Farkas, who closed for the de- they’d chatted briefly. “ ‘All I ever wanted
ing of “L.G.O.” and sued Sheeran again, fense, noted that we were all here be- to do was talk to you about this,’” she
based on substantial similarities that cause, exactly fifty years ago, Ed Townsend said she’d told him. “ ‘I’m sorry it took
were not reflected in the original de- sat down at his piano and played Mar- all this to make that happen.’”
posit copy. Sheeran might well spend vin Gaye four chords. Townsend had Townsend went on to say that
the rest of his life defending his tender been free to use them to make a song, Sheeran had offered her tickets to his
evocation of enduring love against an just as Sheeran should be. “Do we have upcoming concert at NRG Stadium, in
implacable opponent whose name, like to tell the eleven-year-old next Ed Houston. She ended up declining the
Arnstein’s, is embedded in New York Sheeran that they better find out who offer, opting to attend her grandson’s
case law. (To “Pullmanize” someone is owns that chord progression?” she asked. pre-K graduation instead. At the show,
to legally remove an unwanted owner Ben Crump reminded the jurors that “Thinking Out Loud” came midway
from a co-op building, named for the this Ed Sheeran had threatened to quit through. “Let’s Get It On” did not make
process that Pullman’s fellow-owners on music if they decided against him: a the set list.
24 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
cool new mom friend has coined to
SHOUTS & MURMURS minimize the severity of this very real,
destabilizing disorder.
YOUR-COOL-NEW-MOM-FRIEND-GETTING-
OVER-HER-POSTPARTY-DEPRESHY DEPRESSION:
When the cool new mom with whom
you’ve commiserated for the past three
months suddenly gets over her post-
partum depression and so now you
go on those sad, meandering walks
(with your fussy infant strapped to
your body) alone.
N OT- G E T T I N G - PA I D - L E AV E P E R S O N A L I T Y
DISORDER : It’s not the government’s
LESSER-KNOWN POSTPARTUM
fault for not mandating paid leave for
new parents or providing a social safety
MOOD DISORDERS
net like every other developed nation
in the world. It’s your fault for not
working in finance like your sister!
BY JENA FRIEDMAN
UNSPECIFIED POSTPARTUM POST-ROE RAGE :
POSTPARTUM-ANXIETY ANXIETY : Anxiety U N S P E C I F I E D H O S P I TA L - P R I VAT I Z AT I O N Palpable rage associated with witness-
that occurs when you think you may DISORDER : Totally rational feelings of in- ing the G.O.P.’s war on reproductive
have postpartum anxiety after reading sanity that occur when the nurse leaves autonomy through the lens of some-
about it on an online message board you a screaming infant in your hospital room one who wanted her pregnancy and
came across while struggling to breast- for you to care for—even though you had wondering how anyone could vote for
feed your colicky newborn at 3 A.M. a C-section less than twenty-four hours lawmakers who claim to be “pro-life”
ago and can barely sit up, let alone tend (but who don’t actually care about life
INSTA-MOM AFFECTIVE DISORDER : Feelings to anyone else—because the maternity because, if they did, they would sup-
of sadness associated with scrolling ward has shuttered its nursery under the port things like sex education, access
Instagram, compounded by the fact that guise of a “baby-friendly initiative” that’s to contraceptives, and science-backed
the algorithm now knows that you’re a really just a ploy to cut costs now that policies that improve maternal-fetal
new mom and has started flooding your the hospital has been privatized. health) and ranting about this to your
feed with videos of other new moms male ob-gyn, who chalks it up to post-
making it all look so easy, as well as ads POSTPAWTUM DOGPRESSION : Melancho- partum depression and offers you a pre-
for stuff you might not be able to af- lia associated with watching your once scription for Valium.
ford but will buy anyway because you cherished geriatric Chihuahua be re-
haven’t slept in months and your de- duced to a shell of his former self after POST-POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION : When
fenses are down. being dethroned by a human baby. you continue to experience depressive
symptoms—which can mostly be at-
POSTPARTUM AMAZON AMNESIA : An im- POSTPUNDUMB DUMBPRESSION : Depres- tributed to living in a society that
pulse-control disorder that involves pur- sion upon realizing that, thanks to your makes it nearly impossible for new
chasing every single baby-related item post-pregnancy brain fog, you’ve com- moms (or pretty much anyone who’s
on Amazon that any person or ad rec- pletely lost your edge, which manifests not a billionaire) to thrive—long after
ommends, in an effort to help your baby in your increasing reliance on medio- being diagnosed with postpartum de-
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
sleep more or cry less, or sleep more and cre puns. pression but you can no longer blame
cry less, and then forgetting that you’ve them on postpartum depression be-
purchased those items and accidentally POSTPARTY DEPRESHY : A cutesy nickname cause it’s been, like, twelve years since
buying them again. for postpartum depression which your you gave birth.
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sion Olympics, the world and their iden-
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS tities distorted by social media.
Healy is something of a test case for
FRONT MAN
the digital panopticon and its reaction
cycles. Though he has always run his
mouth, he long seemed dedicated to say-
Matty Healy, of the 1975, remains torn between the heartfelt and the arch. ing the right thing, eventually, and get-
ting praised for it. He sometimes ceded
BY JIA TOLENTINO his spotlight to the voices of women.
The band’s last album, “Notes on a Con-
ditional Form,” from 2020, opens with
a monologue about the climate crisis
delivered by Greta Thunberg. When the
1975 won the British equivalent of a
Grammy, Healy, in an acceptance speech,
read a snippet of an essay by the writer
Laura Snapes about misogyny in music.
Fans asked him to take a stand on other
things—Israel and Palestine, police ab-
olition—but his politics, by his own es-
timation, are not particularly radical, and
he was not the voice for activism that
some wanted him to be. In May, 2020,
after the murder of George Floyd, he
tweeted, “If you truly believe that ‘ALL
LIVES MATTER’ you need to stop facil-
itating the end of black ones,” and ap-
pended a link to the 1975’s most anthemic
song, “Love It If We Made It,” which
begins, “We’re fucking in a car, shoot-
ing heroin/Saying controversial things
just for the hell of it / Selling melanin
then suffocate the black man/Start with
misdemeanors and we’ll make a busi-
ness out of them.” It was, to Healy, the
clearest way to articulate his thoughts
about racial injustice and police brutal-
ity, but people perceived it as a callous
n January, the thirty-four-year-old think you can sell,” he sang, taking long attempt to promote the band.
I British rock star Matty Healy woke
up on a couch in his house, except it
pulls from a bottle of red wine as the
audience roared.
He deactivated his Twitter account
and began the slow heel turn that has
was not his house, it was a stage set at He sang the song’s refrain: “I’m sorry brought him to his current persona: a
the O2 Arena, in London, and twenty if you’re living and you’re seventeen.” post-woke rock star, switching unpre-
thousand people were there with him, When Healy and his three bandmates dictably between tenderness and troll-
screaming. His band, the 1975, stood in were that age—they have been a band, ishness. He stayed on Instagram, where
position among wood-panelled walls and best friends, for twenty years—they he constantly made fun of both himself
and framed family photos, and Healy— were mostly concerned with shows, rec- and the fans who seemed obsessed with
skinny, in a close-cut suit and a tie, ords, parties, and girls, and they believed his morality. He likened his music to a
black curls slicked back behind his ears— earnestly in the power of art to free them- YouTube video titled “Sound Effect—
rose and dramatically blinked at the selves and change the world. Now, as Grown Man Crying Like a Little Baby.”
lights, took a swig from a flask, and sat Healy sees things, the average seventeen- When a fan messaged him to ask why
down at a piano. Then he lit a cigarette year-old is worried about melting ice he followed the Kenosha shooter Kyle
and began to play the jittery riff that caps, or the failures of capitalism, or how Rittenhouse and the self-declared mi-
opens the band’s latest album, “Being easy it is to say the wrong thing. The sogynist Andrew Tate on the platform,
Funny in a Foreign Language.” “You’re future holds little imagined promise, he posted the message, along with a
making an aesthetic out of not doing and, to cope, teens are indulging in re- reply: “We are starting a band.” On tour,
well /And mining all the bits of you you actionary conservatism or the oppres- he began kissing fans onstage, and these
moments kept going viral—he sucked
Nowadays, Healy says, we want artists to be liberal academics, not bohemians. a girl’s thumb, he kissed a boy, he kissed
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Ross MacDonald, the band’s bassist. In with convoluted lyrics wrapped so tightly Mick Jagger and David Bowie before
the middle of one show, he lay back on around the melody that they somehow them, enjoy revelling in sexual ambigu-
a couch onstage as a tattoo artist inked seem tossed off—in other words, it’s a ity. Healy said the band had asked Styles
the words “iM a MaN” on his torso. He little like a song by the 1975. She then to come. “He gave us a hard no,” he added,
inspired articles about the resurgence performed “The City,” a song from the laughing. “He’s afraid that he would have
of the sleazeball and the appeal of the band’s first album. Girls around me were to say something.” Healy found it annoy-
sensitive dirtbag. He sang like a louche sobbing, as if they’d just gone blind look- ing that, at a certain level of fame, ce-
Elvis and played a lipstick-red guitar. ing at a solar eclipse. lebrities can cultivate liberal auras while
“If you do a show that’s about the “It’s the last rock-and-roll show in avoiding the risk of taking real political
duality of your life, is it still Method town,” Healy said after Swift had left stands. (Swift, I thought, but didn’t say,
acting?” he asked between songs at the and the band had returned for the sec- seemed to be excepted from his critique.)
O2. The house lights came on, and ond half, a set of hits culled from their He headed to the greenroom, where
white-coated technicians touched up first four records. After two decades to- a mellow family vibe prevailed. Mac-
the band members’ clothes and faces. A gether, the 1975 is as tight and instinc- Donald had been joined there by his
tech slammed a clapboard, and they re- tive as a legacy act. Healy’s shape-shifting niece; George Daniel, the drummer, was
sumed their positions, concluding the voice—he croons and wails and screams sitting with his girlfriend, the pop star
meta intrusion. and murmurs, shading his delivery with Charli XCX. It has been alleged online
The band resumed playing against a variety of personae—laces together that Healy is actually, secretly, five feet
the house-in-the-suburbs backdrop; the the band’s encyclopedic set of pop ref- five inches tall; in truth, he looks short
crowd sang along blissfully to a bouncy erences: the soaring urgency of Peter onstage only because Daniel and Mac-
song about a school shooting. At the Gabriel, the muscular propulsion of Donald are both six-four. (Healy says
halfway point, there was a theatrical Bruce Springsteen, the addled funk of he’s five-eleven; I’d guess five-ten.) Adam
interlude, in which Healy, alone on the Talking Heads. Against the set dress- Hann, the guitarist, was also backstage,
stage, played the role of one of the con- ing, Healy looked like a drunk boy danc- with his wife, Carly. The two have a
fused young men he’d been singing ing in his living room, ripping cigarettes one-year-old son. They had woken up
about. He unbuttoned his shirt and and blowing kisses. at home just a few hours after Swift had
mimed masturbation; he desperately By 4 P.M. the next day, the band was left the O2.
embraced a stage tech. While TVs blared back at the O2, sound-checking without Healy had skipped his make-out rou-
footage of Tory politicians, he pretended him. The word backstage was that Swift tine during the previous night’s show.
to make out with himself, hands trav- had stayed until 3:30 A.M. the night be- “I’m not kissing anybody in front of
elling up and down his back. I’d seen fore, singing 1975 songs with the band’s Taylor Swift, have some respect,” he’d
the same show at Madison Square bookkeeper after Healy had gone home. said. On night two, the fans reached for
Garden a few months before, and I’d He arrived late, wearing a hoodie pulled him with grasping fingers and tormented
cringed at this part, initially. Then Healy tight around his face, like a “South Park” faces, a tangled mass of limbs, like a
knelt in front of a raw steak, took an character. He started to light a cigarette, scene out of Hieronymus Bosch. Healy
enormous bite, did a couple of dozen then saw that a child—MacDonald’s kissed one, then his face was grabbed
pushups, and squeezed his entire body niece—was lounging on the couch on- by two others. He did his pushups and
through a small screenless television. stage, and put the cigarette away, laugh- crawled through the TV. He told the
His willingness to be embarrassing and ing at himself. Healy led the band through crowd that Swift wasn’t coming and
abrasive edged into a kind of generos- a revised version of the interlude with that, instead, they could expect five extra
ity, and a vulnerability. This is the heart the technicians, in which he’d tell the minutes of his thoughts on industrial
of his appeal. audience that nothing in the show was action (the night before, he’d given a
A few minutes later, the crowd went real. “For example, if I were to say stop,” shout-out to striking railway workers).
nuclear, but not for him: Taylor Swift, he said, rehearsing the bit—and every- He also talked about how the right was
in a mirrored minidress, had walked on- one onstage froze, until he said, “Go.” better than the left at offering anxious
stage, performing “Anti-Hero,” from her Someone suggested a tweak. “Yeah, but young men a path for their floundering
most recent album. “Did you hear my that’s not conceptual,” he replied. masculinity. “All I can tell is that I’m a
covert narcissism I disguise as altru- Afterward, he walked onto the empty bloke, I’m confused, and I’m definitely
ism / Like some kind of congressman,” floor of the arena, and I asked him about on the left”—a roar of approval cut him
she sang. Swift has been a fan of the Swift’s cameo. “It was really based of off. “Shut up,” he said, dismissing the
band since at least 2014, when she was Taylor to do the show,” he said, seem- reflexive praise.
photographed wearing a 1975 T-shirt. ing a bit awed that it had happened. A
Rumors circulated, at the time, that she fake set list was circulating on Twitter he next day in London, it was
and Healy were dating. (Healy, hounded
for months to comment, said that hav-
showing Harry Styles as the guest for
that night’s performance. In the British
T mild and drizzly. I met Healy at
a private club, a Soho House spinoff
ing “Taylor Swift’s boyfriend” as one’s press, Healy is sometimes positioned as in Notting Hill known as the Electric.
public identity would be an “emasculat- Styles’s Wario, his evil twin. Their bands Young mothers with blond blowouts
ing thing.”) “Anti-Hero” is self-depre- became popular around the same time; fed their children scrambled eggs amid
cating and self-consciously Zeitgeist-y, both men are straight-leaning but, like old-fashioned wallpaper and framed
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black-and-white prints. Healy was in the U.K. since 1960 and which, in square miles where Manchester United
carefully dressed: a pressed white shirt, the nineties, regularly attracted nearly players live,” Healy said—and he was
perfectly shined shoes. He ordered or- twenty million viewers. Welch has said sent to an all-boys private school. “Be-
ange juice and a steak. that she began drinking heavily to deal cause I hadn’t come from that culture,
“Steak?” I asked. “Again?” with the pressures of the role; her al- I was very aware of this hypermascu-
Healy explained that he was from coholism, and her marriage, became linity, and this desire for domination,”
“circus stock” and needed to eat a lot popular subjects of tabloid scrutiny. (She he told me. He started a fight club in a
of protein to keep muscle on. “My and Healy’s father divorced in 2012; locker room, charging fifty pence for
grandparents are from the circus—like, Welch recently celebrated eleven years admission and splitting the money with
Irish travelling circus on both sides. I of sobriety.) Healy told me, “I’d be a the fighters. He was expelled and re-
come from this really sinewy line of child, and something would happen in turned to the local public schools, where
contortionists.” my real life, and then I’d see that thing he met Daniel, MacDonald, and Hann.
There are many performers in on a newspaper, and I’d think, That’s They were all thirteen, they hung out
Healy’s family. His mother’s father, Vin not what happened, but that’s my mum in the music wing, and they formed an
Welch, was a successful drag queen, and saying a version of what happened, and emo band that cycled through a series
both his parents are actors. Tim Healy, I know Mum’s at home and she’s O.K.” of emo names: Me and You Versus
his father, was a welder before he joined He came to understand that a person’s Them, Forever Drawing Six, the Slow-
a theatre company that staged produc- life was “a balance between what is real, down, Drive Like I Do. They went
tions in community halls. He met De- what is said, what happens, what peo- through puberty as a unit and devel-
nise Welch, who’d been onstage since ple believe, what people project, and oped their identities symbiotically. One
her teens, at an audition in Newcastle. what is true.” day, they all did MDMA for the first
Matty was born in 1989, the year after “The Truman Show,” in which Jim time, lying on the floor in the Healys’
they were married. His parents got TV Carrey plays the unwitting, lifelong star house, listening to music and feeling as
work and became known as working- of an always-on reality series, came out if they had never truly heard it before.
class heroes; Healy got used to hold- when Healy was nine, and he devel- Healy, an autodidact, didn’t go to col-
ing their hands, patiently, as strangers oped an intrusive fear that the movie lege; he streamed lectures on YouTube.
waylaid them on the street. He found was, in some way, about his own life. The three others went to university in
it confusing to grow up with parents His parents were actors—what if ev- Manchester, to keep the band together.
who pretended to be other people for erything was a loveless farce? On a va- All four worked as delivery drivers at a
a living—he’d go to meet his mom on cation in Spain, in a taxi, his dad teased Chinese restaurant. They played gigs
set and find that it was suddenly the him about this ongoing neurosis, and and recorded songs but attracted no pro-
eighteen-fifties and she was an old Denise turned around from the front fessional interest: their sound bounced
woman. One night, in a dark theatre, seat and told Tim to stop it. “She meant, around among pop genres, and they
he watched his father take a punch Don’t wind him up, he’s obviously freak- didn’t fit into an indie scene dominated
under the stage lights, and went into a ing out about this,” Healy explained. by bands such as Arcade Fire and Griz-
panicked spiral: his dad was getting “But I read that as one actor saying to zly Bear, which leaned artsy and ba-
hurt in front of everyone, but he couldn’t another actor, ‘Hush, you’re going to roque. The 1975 weren’t inheritors of
do or even say anything about it. give up the gig.’” Manchester’s hard-edged musical lin-
The year he turned eight, his mother Newly f lush with TV money, the eage, either. “We looked like effeminate
was cast on the soap opera “Corona- Healys moved to Wilmslow, a posh Catholic schoolboys,” Healy said. “It
tion Street,” which has been on the air Manchester suburb—“basically three wasn’t exactly Oasis.” A young music
manager named Jamie Oborne heard
some tracks they’d uploaded to You-
Tube and took them on as clients in
2007. All the big labels passed, so he
founded a label of his own, Dirty Hit,
in partnership with the band. Over bowls
of pasta, the 1975 signed a deal.
Their first EP came out in 2012.
Their breakout song was “Sex,” a shim-
mery anthem about grimy teen-age lust:
in 2013, the influential BBC d.j. Zane
Lowe declared it the hottest record in
the world. They developed a small but
intense following, primarily consisting
of music-blog obsessives and teen-age
girls. Their first album hit No. 1 in the
“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed. And, to be honest, U.K., as did every album that followed
I’m not really disappointed, either, I’m just hungry.” it, but they didn’t seem to have any ca-
sual listeners. “We’re the biggest band A year or so ago, the band turned next. It veers from garage to industrial
in the world that nobody’s ever heard down the opportunity to open for Ed and ambient music with some dabbling
of,” Healy often said. Sheeran. On the roof, as Healy smoked in country. “We always used to say that
After finishing lunch, Healy and I his millionth cigarette, I asked him what our attention spans were so bad that
headed to the roof of the Electric. A was so precious about the 1975 that it we had to do a million things,” George
ponytailed bartender with “LOVE IT IF would fall apart if they took that slot. Daniel told me. “But it was actually a
WE MADE IT” tattooed on his arm “If you’re someone’s favorite band, that product of insecurity, where we thought
stopped Healy to praise the previous takes a lot of real emotional investment,” sounding like a band wasn’t good
night’s show and to thank him for get- he said, paraphrasing something that enough—we had to do an orchestral
ting him tickets. (“Did I do that?” Healy the producer Jack Antonoff had told piece, we had to do this or that. We
wondered later. “Guess I must have.”) him. “Let’s say that relationship is, anal- felt like we couldn’t do a short, coher-
Healy’s stream of consciousness is con- ogously, us talking here. I’m your favor- ent album.”
stantly swirling; he is fervent and buzz- Drummers tend either to vibrate
ing and unexpectedly solicitous. He was with manic energy or to radiate a pro-
recently diagnosed with A.D.H.D. found stillness. Daniel falls into the lat-
When I asked him if he was surprised, ter category, to the point that, when we
we both started laughing. spoke on Zoom, I kept thinking his
In 2014, amid the early rush of fame screen had frozen. He and Healy have
and steady touring, Healy began smok- always made the band’s music together:
ing heroin, the only substance he found Healy writes most of the lyrics and
that could pull him down from the many of the melodies, and Daniel, who
stratosphere. It was a secret, for a while; studied music production in college,
then the band staged an intervention. ite band, and you are the audience. If at designs the sound. “In a way, Matty
Healy resisted: he was the star, and the some point in our conversation I start and George are opposites,” Antonoff
rest of them would have to get on board. going like this all the time”—he looked told me. Healy is a “wonderful balloon,
He woke up the next day feeling like pointedly over my shoulder, toward the who loves to fly out there but also wants
a fool and told Daniel he would go to pastel buildings of Notting Hill—“and to be held,” he said; Daniel, then, is
rehab. He spent seven weeks at a cen- you know over there is money, fame, steady on the ground, hand tight around
ter in Barbados, then flew back to Lon- personal enjoyment, whatever it is, you’ll the string.
don and immediately used again. “And just go, ‘O.K., I’ll get another favorite In 2021, though, they hit a wall. Healy
then I used a little bit longer,” he said, band.’” Healy looked back at me closely. had gone through a tough breakup with
“and then I was just, like, Fuck, Matty, We had been talking for several hours, the musician FKA Twigs. Daniel, mean-
what are you doing? What you going and I realized that the moment he while, was dealing with depression. “We
to do if the guys find out?” He quit cold looked over my shoulder was the first found it hard to get anything done mu-
turkey in 2018. He’s not involved with time he had broken eye contact. sically, because we were both so acutely
a formal sobriety program—he often aware of the other person’s suffering,”
seems drunk by the end of the live show, cross their first four albums, the he said. He described his dynamic with
though he described this as an act only
partly rooted in reality. “A lot of peo-
A 1975 became more and more eclec-
tic. They followed up their emo-
Healy as the kind you have with a ro-
mantic partner: “You love them more
ple will know that, given my history, I inflected début with an eighties-style than anyone else in the world, and you
can hack a bottle of red wine over two synth-pop record bearing the majesti- cut them less slack than anyone else in
hours,” he said. cally corny title “I Like It When You the world.”
When I asked him what differenti- Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful Yet So Then they brought in Antonoff,
ated the 1975 from Matty Healy, solo Unaware of It.” In a review for Pitch- whose band, Bleachers, came up around
pop act, he said, “It kind of is that.” At fork, Laura Snapes—whom Healy later the same time as the 1975, but who is
various points, he’s recorded music to quoted in his acceptance speech—wrote better known for producing Swift, Lana
use for a solo project, but so far it has that “for every neatly zeitgeist-captur- Del Rey, Lorde, and seemingly every
all ended up going to the band. They ing couplet” there was a lyric that made other big name in pop. The safest thing
depend on one another, he said. “We Healy “sound like the trustafarian street for the 1975 to do, Antonoff said, would
know when I’m addicted to smack, and poet that he already slightly resembles.” be to venture further into the esoteric;
we pick me up. George is dramatically She described the album as “the X-rated the surprising and brave thing would
depressed—we rally around him. One cousin of Taylor Swift’s 1989.” Then be to make a really good, straightfor-
of us had a baby—so we had a baby, came “A Brief Inquiry Into Online Re- ward album, as simple and as complex
and when the baby is backstage, the lationships,” a maximalist statement as a perfect slice of pizza. The band,
greenroom is like a crèche. There’s a record with bits of tropical house, a with Antonoff, set rules in the studio.
‘Wizard of Oz’ element to us. One of spoken-word track recited by Siri, and Everyone would play everything to-
us needs a heart, one of us needs a brain, several immaculate pop singles. It got gether, in real time, as much as possi-
one of us needs this other thing, and the best reviews of the band’s career. ble. Healy wouldn’t do any of the back-
we’re all on the road together.” “Notes on a Conditional Form” arrived ing vocals, so that the album would be
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replicable live. Everyone would play an- ond night at the O2, after calling the which, during the pandemic, became
alog instruments, and, ideally, ones they right wing’s appeal to men “dangerous,” widely known for an ostensibly trans-
didn’t normally play. he seemed suddenly self-conscious gressive rejection of liberal pieties and
“Being Funny in a Foreign Lan- about his righteous pose. “I also really a reactionary brand of post-left politics
guage” ended up an album in pursuit don’t care that much, to be honest,” he particularly associated with another
of love, rendered plainly. “Before, I al- said. On the roof of the Electric, he podcast, “Red Scare.” Healy has some-
ways debased myself when I became launched into a passionate rant about times been spotted wearing a “Red
sincere,” Healy told me. “I’d be sincere, the banjo player Winston Marshall, Scare” hat; he told me that he became
and then I’d say, ‘Oh, I’m only joking,’ who’d left the band Mumford & Sons a fan in part because he was attracted
or ‘Oh, I pissed myself,’ or something after praising the alt-right Twitter fig- to differences in opinion, and also to
else unglamorous to negate how much ure Andy Ngo and prompting an on- one of the hosts, whom he described as
I just let you in.” At one point, in the line furor. Marshall, as Healy saw it, “really sexy.”
studio, he was recording vocals for a had been radicalized not so much by On “The Adam Friedland Show,”
track that became “I’m in Love with right-wing ideas as by the praise and Healy and the hosts roamed more or
You,” and he kept trying to sneak a attention he’d got from right-wing cir- less randomly around the cultural land-
“not” into the chorus. Hann stopped cles—this, Healy said, is the situation scape, cracking jokes. One of the hosts
him, and said, “Dude, five albums in, for all sorts of young men whose world asked if the rapper Ice Spice, who is of
everyone knows you’re funny. So if you views are getting distorted by online Nigerian and Dominican descent, was
want to say ‘I’m in love with you’ then feedback loops. Then he said, again, an Inuit Spice Girl, and the group then
just do it. Say it. That’s where you’re that he didn’t really care that much. did crude approximations of an Inuit
at.” Healy told me, “All of the things “It seems like you do care,” I said. accent, veering from vaguely Chinese
that used to define my work, or the ni- “Otherwise you wouldn’t keep bring- to quasi-Hawaiian. Later, he laughed
hilistic part of one’s twenties—post- ing it up.” as the hosts did impressions of hypo-
modernism, addiction, individualism— “I do,” he admitted. “It’s a good point.” thetical Japanese guards at German
they’re all cool and sexy and appropriate Healy often laments that “we used concentration camps. He joked about
at the time, but, for me now, are those to expect our artists to be cigarette-smok- watching the brutal porn channel
the things I yearn for?” In his personal ing bohemian outsiders, and now we Ghetto Gaggers. After the episode went
life, he had found himself wishing for expect them to be liberal academics.” up, outraged headlines and furious
consistency and reliability, “the things He has also said that, although he doesn’t tweets—“matty healy, how are you get-
we get from a partner that we don’t get count his political views as particularly ting on stage every night and mocking
from the rest of the world.” educated or authoritative, he knows that toxic masculinity and then going on a
“I think Matty is a deeply sincere they stem from impulses toward em- podcast and undoing the whole thing
person, who can, at different points, be pathy and freedom that are important. by being wildly ignorant, misogynis-
misunderstood because of how much “What do I mean when I say I don’t tic, homophobic, racist, everything else
he enjoys a bit,” Antonoff said. “If you care?” he asked. “What is that apathy I under the sun”—predictably ensued.
don’t know him, if you don’t get him, speak of? It’s an exhaustion, maybe. The Healy had reached the level of fame
because you’re not really tuned in to the truth is, when I go home, this is not the that makes celebrities start speaking
work, you might assume a cynicism that shit I’m dealing with. I’m not dealing like politicians, even as he was still
is literally not there.” He mentioned the with the crisis of masculinity. I’m deal- skinning his psyche for his perfor-
song “Part of the Band.” The lyrics are ing with how my mum’s feeling, what mances. Aside from the podcast con-
inflected with Healy’s persona games, Ross is going through. I’m trying to be troversy, he was getting slammed for
his compulsion to comment on the pol- in service to people.” He was no longer “doing a Nazi salute” onstage, a ges-
itics of pop culture, and at least three invested in the project of being pub- ture he made, rather crucially, while
references to ejaculation. Healy sings, licly correct. “I’ve done my decade of singing a litany of horrors in “Love It
“Am I ironically woke? The butt of my trying to be that,” he said. “I’m more If We Made It,” including a line that
joke? / Or am I just some post-coke, av- interested in actually being wrong, and quotes Donald Trump’s praise of Kanye
erage, skinny bloke / Calling his ego people seeing that, and knowing what’s West. He didn’t apologize or comment
imagination?” And yet it’s a beautiful— right because of it.” on the uproar, but he did seem more
and, somehow, even understated—song, outwardly subdued afterward. When
set to a “Street Hassle”-style backdrop month later, Healy went on a pod- the band came to New York to per-
of lilting, bittersweet strings. “That to
me is the most exciting part of him and
A cast called “The Adam Friedland
Show.” Friedland, whom Healy had be-
form on “Saturday Night Live,” he
played it straight, crooning in an un-
his work,” Antonoff said. “That the fa- friended in the past couple of years, buttoned tux. We met for lunch again,
çade of it can beg so many questions, used to host the podcast “Cum Town,” downtown, at Balthazar, a couple of
but that the heart is still so obvious— a title that reflects the “Borat”-esque days later. He was wearing another
that it’s this deep sincerity, and a long- level of seriousness that he and his co- white shirt, but open to the chest this
ing for love, to love, to be loved.” hosts generally brought to the table. time, his tattoos showing.
Still, Healy remains caught between Friedland is part of a downtown New I asked him about the podcast. He’d
the heartfelt and the arch. On the sec- York scene referred to as Dimes Square, been doing so much promo, he told
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me, that he wanted to do something
that felt more like simply talking with
his friends. But, of course, he had done
this all in public, on mike. Had he
baited his fans on purpose? “A little
bit,” he said. “But it doesn’t actually
matter. Nobody is sitting there at night
slumped at their computer, and their
boyfriend comes over and goes, ‘What’s
wrong, darling?’ and they go, ‘It’s just
this thing with Matty Healy.’ That
doesn’t happen.”
“Maybe it does,” I said.
“If it does,” he said, “you’re either
deluded or you are, sorry, a liar. You’re
either lying that you are hurt, or you’re
a bit mental for being hurt. It’s just
people going, ‘Oh, there’s a bad thing
over there, let me get as close to it as
possible so you can see how good I am.’
And I kind of want them to do that,
because they’re demonstrating some-
thing so base level.”
The night before, he’d hung out with
• •
the indie filmmaker Caveh Zahedi, who
has cannibalized his relationships for pressive father who doesn’t communi- America, then to Australia. There, in
his art. (In his first film, Zahedi tries, cate,” he added. His dad, he said, was April, he announced that he was quit-
unsuccessfully, to make his estranged open and soft, the one who passed on ting social media altogether—another
father and brother take Ecstasy with his belief in art as a vessel for radical turn. The 1975 was an “eras band,”
him, on camera. His most famous movie truth. His mom was the “gobby” one— he said, and “the era of me being a
is an autobiographical comedy called “I mouthy and intense. She’s still on TV fucking asshole is gonna come to an
Am a Sex Addict.”) Not long before every day, on a talk show called “Loose end . . . I’ve had enough.” It sounded
our lunch, Healy, on Instagram, had up- Women,” a rough analogue of “The sincere, but the wording was curious;
loaded a short film he’d made, in which View.” She also has a podcast called fans started to speculate that he was
he plays his “real” self, first watching “Denise Welch’s Juicy Crack.” (“Crack” alluding to Taylor Swift, who had re-
porn in a hotel room, then practicing is U.K. slang for gossip. At Balthazar, cently begun her Eras Tour, and that
being perfectly natural and lovely with Healy, with weary affection, deadpanned he was cleaning up his act in prepa-
selfie-requesting fans. “You wanna take a podcast tagline: “Come on Denise’s ration for an announcement that they
it or you want me to take it?” Healy juicy crack!”) were dating. Was this a performance,
asks, before tilting his head to rest on Healy touched his “iM a MaN” or an existential shift? What would be
the head of an imaginary girl. Then we tattoo, on his rib cage. “This whole the difference?
see him walking around New York, and thing, it comes from something real,” In May, tabloids reported that Healy
watch actual fans stop him and ask for he said. “I’m always sort of ”—he mimed and Swift were an item. Both of them,
selfies. “You wanna take it or you want shadowboxing, nervously pumping onstage during their respective tours,
me to take it?” he asks. Healy said that himself up. “And this is all just a men- seemed to conspicuously mouth the
he admires Zahedi, but that he’s wary tal thing to be doing.” words “This is about you, you know
of heading further in that direction. We finished lunch, then talked for who you are, I love you.” Healy flew
“Like, I think the whole exaggera- a while longer outside, under an aw- from the Asia leg of his tour, in the
tion of my shit throughout the past ning, as Healy smoked a cigarette. “I’m Philippines, to attend Swift’s show in
year and a half, maybe it proves there’s not trying to make myself famous,” he Nashville. There was chatter, online,
something oppositional happening, that said. “I want to be known for what I that it was a joke, or a publicity stunt,
I’m getting something out of my sys- do. But now fame is about being known or perhaps simply two ardent self-chron-
tem,” he told me. “Because the truth is, for who you are. And people are com- iclers gathering material about inter-
I’m really quite anxious. We’re all anx- plicated.” Girls were camping out on twined egos for devastating pop albums
ious, but at the moment I’m really anx- the sidewalk beside his hotel, stalking to come. Neither of their representa-
ious.” It had something to do, he sug- him all over the city. “If people are going tives would comment on the record,
gested, with his desire to be stoic, to make me this famous, I’m going to but I kept getting texts from people
because stoic means masculine. “And make people work for it,” he said. who knew them, and who insisted: this
this doesn’t come from having an op- The band was headed to South time, it’s real.
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 31
A REPORTER AT LARGE
If you have a few million dollars to spare, you can get Drake for a bar mitzvah or the Rolling Stones for a birthday. Flo Rida,
32 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
a veteran of the private-gig market, has honed a routine. “I come for a purpose,” he says.
PHOTOGRAPH BY VICTOR LLORENTE THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 33
t ten o’clock on a recent Sat- in an opening week. Flo never matched The entertainment had been arranged
POP UP
Kim Petras has dreamed of superstardom since she was a teen-ager. Has her moment arrived?
BY KELEFA SANNEH
ost people who listen to pop- ure to comply will be grounds for im- derall,” but it probably does not mean
SOUL SURVIVORS
A trove of unreleased songs
reveals a hidden history of Stax.
BY BURKHARD BILGER
Henderson Thigpen, Deanie Parker, Bobby Manuel, and Eddie Floyd, photographed this year, were among the songwriters who
48 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
t wasn’t the singing; it was the song.
home recordings. When Stax went “Some projects, I just roll over and backed by full horn sections. They were
bankrupt, in 1975, its catalogue was I’ve got a record,” Pawelski told me. just demos, thrown together on the fly
chopped apart. Atlantic Records owned “But the Stax one was pretty epic.” For to convince a producer or a performer
all the master recordings made before the next fifteen years, whenever she that a song was worth recording, but
1968. The rest were sold to Fantasy Rec was on a plane, train, or road trip, she there was nothing tentative about them.
ords and later to Concord Music Group. would listen to a tape or two between Deanie Parker didn’t sound like an or
But the demos were scattered across stops. When she was home, she would dinary songwriter on “Until I Lost You.”
the country. A few ended up in Iron play them while she was working. “It’s She sounded like a star.
Mountain and places like it. (“There got to be horrible to live with me,” she “So here’s the thing,” Pawelski says.
are salt mines everywhere,” Pawelski says. “I’d be sitting at the diningroom “Everyone knows Otis Redding and
says.) Some survived only on cassettes table and Audrey would be grooving Isaac Hayes. But do they know Homer
COURTESY STAX MUSEUM OF AMERICAN SOUL MUSIC ARCHIVE
that were passed around Memphis for in the kitchen, making dinner, but she Banks and Bettye Crutcher? Do they
years. Most of the rest were owned by never got to hear a full song. As soon know Deanie Parker? To be able to
Rondor Music International, a pub as I knew what a track was, I’d go on honor some of these songwriters—it’s
lisher in L.A, but they’d been trans to the next, until I got to ‘Holy moly, more than just getting a cool record
ferred to digital audiotape. Their orig listen to this!’” out for me. This is the last Stax story.
inal sources were destroyed. Worse, the There were a lot of those moments. A story that hasn’t been told.”
digital tapes were a hodgepodge of re By the time Pawelski listened to the
cordings from various artists—every last song on the thirteen hundredth he studio was an oasis, Parker
thing from Broadway show tunes to
songs by the Brazilian singer Milton
tape—on a flight home from New York
to Portland, as she recalls—she had
T thought. From the moment she
walked in for her audition, in 1962,
Nascimento. To sift out the Stax ma found six hundred and sixtyfive songs she could tell that Stax wasn’t like
terial, Pawelski would have to listen to worth keeping. A buried treasure of other places. Outside, on the streets
every tape from start to finish. There soul. There were slinky R. & B. num of South Memphis, the cops would
were thirteen hundred tapes in all— bers and grinding blues, diaphanous chase you away if you lingered too
nearly two thousand hours of music. ballads and f loorshaking shouters, long on a corner; the shopkeepers
52 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
kept an eye on your hands as you went liam Bell and Booker T. Jones, Eddie to sneak over and hide in the bushes
down the aisles. Inside Stax, there was Floyd and Steve Cropper, Homer Banks outside his window, just to hear him
no time for all that. People were too and Bettye Crutcher, Isaac Hayes and sing. But the Manuels’ house backed
busy making music. The studio was David Porter, Mack Rice and Deanie onto an African American neighbor-
in a converted movie theatre, across Parker. They met in the Stax offices and hood, known as Orange Mound. So
the street from a barbershop where studios and at the Four Way grill, where Manuel would often head over there
one of the Stax drummers used to they liked to eat lunch. They went to to eat fried-bologna sandwiches with
shine shoes. Its cavernous space was the Lorraine Motel—one of the few his friends Butch and Donny, and to
subdivided by curtains and sound pan- such places in Memphis that allowed listen to their uncle, Willie Mitchell,
els of pegboard and burlap. The men’s Black guests—and holed up in a room play the blues. “Some of my white
bathroom had been turned into an until a song was done. friends would say, ‘Why do you play
echo chamber; the concession stand The idea could come from anywhere. with those guys?’ But it wasn’t such a
was a record store. When the build- Bell and Jones wrote “Born Under a thing to me,” Manuel says. “When Wil-
ing was a theatre, it was for whites Bad Sign” for the blues guitarist Al- lie came to Memphis, it was just like
only, but the studio made no distinc- bert King in 1967, when astrology and Elvis coming.”
tion. In every room, musicians Black mysticism were thick in the air. “I had The other musicians had similar
and white were hashing out lyrics, a verse and chorus and bass line,” Bell stories. By day, they lived separate lives
honing bass lines, or bending over told me. “So Booker and I went to his in a segregated city. By night, they met
mixing boards, moving sliders into house and finished it that night. Al- onstage at the Flamingo Room or the
position. “It was magic,” Parker says. bert cut it the next day. He couldn’t ac- Plantation Inn, or traded solos in jam
The label had been founded four tually read, so I had to sing it in his sessions at the Thunderbird or Her-
years earlier by the brother-and-sister ear. In a couple of takes, he had it down nando’s Hideaway. It was only at Stax
team of Jim Stewart and Estelle Axton. and put his iconic guitar on it.” Floyd that their two worlds came together—
They started out in Stewart’s wife’s un- and Cropper wrote “Knock on Wood” that they could work as closely, and
cle’s garage, then moved to an old store- at the Lorraine, in a honeymoon suite equally, as they played. They just had
room along a railroad track in Bruns- covered in plush red velvet. A storm to be good enough. “It was hard to get
wick, twenty miles east of Memphis. was blowing outside, and Floyd recalled in there, man. I felt fortunate,” Man-
To get the money for a recording con- how that used to scare him as a boy. “I uel told me. “That was the beginning.”
sole, Axton took out a second mort- told Steve that my brother and I, when
gage on her house. By the time Parker it started thundering and lightning like or Deanie Parker, music meant a
came for her audition, they had bought
the movie theatre and christened their
that, we would hide under the bed,”
Floyd says. Before long, another verse
F different sort of double life. After
her audition at Stax, she went home,
label Stax—short for Stewart and was done: “Our love is better than any sat at the white piano that her mother
Axton. A series of hits had followed, love I know. It’s like thunder, lightnin’, had bought her—“It was the biggest
including “Gee W hiz,” by Carla the way you love me is frightenin’.” damn thing you’ve ever seen”—and
Thomas, and “Green Onions,” by Cropper was born on a farm in Mis- wrote a bouncy little love song called
Booker T. & the M.G.s. Atlantic Rec- souri, Floyd in rural Alabama; Jones “My Imaginary Guy.” For the B-side,
ords had agreed to distribute Stax re- was the son of a high-school science she wrote a slow tune, “Until You Re-
cordings nationally. (It would be years teacher; Bell had planned to become a turn,” and she recorded them both in
before Stewart realized that the distri- doctor. Yet they shared the same lan- the studio. The single became a re-
bution deal included ownership of the guage. “We had the same input, heard gional hit. She wrote her next song
master tapes.) And in 1965 Al Bell, a the same radio,” Bell says. “One day with Steve Cropper—a churning torch
former d.j. who was a natural salesman, gospel, the next day blues, then jazz, ballad called “I’ve Got No Time to
was named the head of promotions. rhythm and blues, and country-and- Lose”—and thought that it would be
But it was clear to the artists by then Western. That was the beauty of it. We her follow-up single. Instead, Carla
that the real money wasn’t in selling were all family.” Thomas walked through the studio
records. It was in writing songs. For the most part, at least. Jim Stew- one day and heard Cropper playing
“We all realized it after we got that art and Estelle Axton were white, as the chords. Thomas was the studio’s
first royalty statement,” Parker says. “I were the members of the original house biggest star. When she asked if she
mean, it was a no-brainer.” A record- band, the Mar-Keys. The songwriters could record the song, the answer, of
ing artist made a few pennies on every were all Black, aside from Cropper, course, was yes. “Here’s the thing you
record sold. But a songwriter earned Bobby Manuel, and a few other musi- must understand,” Parker says. “Jim
royalties every time a song was covered cians who contributed to songs. Music Stewart would have volunteered to be
by another musician or appeared on a was their only common ground. “I had in a fight with a bear to get the best
recording or on sheet music. It was an two different childhoods,” Manuel told song for Carla.”
endlessly branching revenue stream. me. As a boy, he went to all-white Stardom owes as much to circum-
Soon, the studio’s musicians were pair- schools and lived on an all-white block. stance as to talent. Fifty years later,
ing off to collaborate, vying with one Elvis Presley lived a few doors down, it’s hard to choose between Parker’s
another to write the best tunes: Wil- at 2414 Lamar Avenue; Manuel used demo of “I’ve Got No Time to Lose”
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 53
WHAT IS THE SMELL OF A CIRCLE?
Breast milk, yes, and tomato soup, fresh the spring you moved out. Perhaps,
algae blooming on the pond with one I remember telling the counsellor,
carp quickening its surface. The egg- there are worse crimes than falling
colored rug on which snow slowly melted out of love with one’s own husband or falling
from our boots. I remember into some worse version of it
the slowness of the hour in which with someone else, though at the time
we answered all the questions I couldn’t imagine what those were.
our marriage counsellor put to us. Outside, in the counsellor’s
Imagine one of you has gotten sick. parking lot, we would stand by the doors
Imagine the schools of our separate cars, sullen and flushed,
you want your children educated in. as if each of us had contracted a specific
And you and I, healthy fever that began at the same hour
but with no children, would spend the rest of the same day each week,
of an afternoon arguing about in the same location, even, the radiator
private schools and cancer treatments, throwing off its blister
until rage had pared your face of heat, the rag rug, the counsellor’s
to an acid set of lines and planes, window slowly filling up with snow. Only
so that at restaurants the waitresses after a week would the fever break, cooled
would fill only your glass into half-hearted jokes,
with water, and the female students or a stumbling embrace in our frozen yard:
at your law school, hearing some new understanding of what
of our troubles, delivered pies we each could accept marriage to be—
for you with notes expressing not the same relationship but something
sympathy, which I devoured alone, different, stranger, hard. I remember
tossing the notes they’d taped on the tins walking past the bathroom door one night
for you into the trash. I gained and seeing you hunched there
five pounds that winter, lost fifteen over the sink, the wide, white
and Thomas’s official release. Thomas a couple of road trips with Thomas, Otis female songwriter, continued compos-
finds a deeper, steadier groove, with Redding, and Booker T. & the M.G.s, ing while raising three sons as a sin-
the chorus crooning back her lines but she could never get used to being a gle mother and working night shifts
and punching in on the off beat: “No! Black musician in the South. “You as a nurse. Her songs for Sam & Dave,
No! No!” The horns are fuller, swelling couldn’t check into a hotel or motel. You the Staple Singers, and others would
and fading in the background, and couldn’t go in the front door of a restau- later be covered or sampled by every-
Cropper’s guitar fills are more intri- rant. You couldn’t go into a rest room one from Joan Baez to the Wu-Tang
cate and cleanly worked out. But Park- in a service station,” she says. “And, hell, Clan. For Black women in an indus-
er’s version sounds more heartfelt, if you were driving a luxurious automo- try as cutthroat and unforgiving as
more true. She leans into the words bile, you were really asking for trouble.” music, success required more than tal-
like she’s talking out loud, too dis- Thomas had her father, Rufus, to pro- ent and luck. It required sheer, unwav-
traught to care what people think: tect her—they toured together as Rufus ering drive.
“I’ve got to find my man, make him and Carla. Parker was alone and only Parker wasn’t that single-minded.
understand. I’ve got to try and see if eighteen years old. After the shows, the She enrolled in business classes at
he’ll come back to me.” When two guys in the band would go out drink- Memphis State University, worked
voices join in—“No time to lose, no ing or hang with groupies. Parker and part time in the studio’s record store—
time to lose”—they sound less like Thomas had to stay back at the hotel the nerve center of Stax, where Es-
backup singers than like girlfriends and lock themselves in. telle Axton played demos and new
sitting on her bed, echoing her words “I learned very quickly that I wasn’t singles for customers and tracked their
as she weeps. going to be a success on the road,” shifting tastes—and eventually estab-
“I’ve Got No Time to Lose” was a Parker told me. “I didn’t have the lished the Stax publicity department.
hit for Thomas. For Parker, it marked stamina to deal with it. Not in that “Those were the early days at Stax,
the end of her dream of becoming the time, in that place.” Others kept at it. when things hadn’t galvanized yet,”
next Aretha. She wasn’t prolific enough Thomas was still touring long after she told me. “We were all searching,
to keep writing hits, and she didn’t have her father quit performing with her. all trying to master something, trying
the stomach for touring. She’d been on Bettye Crutcher, Stax’s only full-time to define that Memphis sound.” Parker
54 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
porcelain sides gripped in your palms, you in my life, we would have to end the marriage
panting like a deer that had been struck now. Do you understand? you asked me.
by a car. How much more pain I touched my hand to the couch’s
were we willing to endure to prove fraying comforter. There was,
we loved each other? Months I understood, no unlimited care
before we’d married, I remember we talked anyone should endure for another;
about a child. It was Sunday, hot, that, in the end, it was indeed love
we’d been walking past the shut doors that could make a reasonable person
of glass-fronted restaurants until we stopped leave a marriage. When I’m asked
at a corner filled with shocking pink streaks to describe you to strangers now, I tell people
of bougainvillea. It’s the one thing, the truth: you were kind, you were curious,
you told me, I really want. You were talking we never hated each other, even
about a child. Heady vanilla scent, and bees. on our worst night when I came
The sudden sense, as you touched your hand into the kitchen to tell you
to the back of my neck, that I hated what you already knew, I’d done something
this embrace. Was it cruel terrible, not naming it because
I never told you no? Was it cruel you begged me not to. It was the one
you kept demanding it of me? The longer kindness I ever offered. I remember
we argued, the harder it became how you screamed and flung
to decipher what cruelty finally was: Was it cruel, all the dishes in our cupboard
for instance, if one of us chose to sleep to the floor, one by one until I stood
on the couch, was it cruel if I fantasized inside a ring of white and blue and green porcelain
about living in Europe, or you kept a portrait that bloomed around me. Every dish
of a former wife on your bookshelf ? we ever owned you threw, but even then,
On the last day of therapy together, in our worst sorrow, making sure
you interrupted the counsellor not one shard would touch me.
to say that in order for you to remain in any way —Paisley Rekdal
was essential to the task. She knew writing songs—including “Who Took 5789”—a spectrogram began to scroll
the music from the inside, and she was the Merry Out of Christmas” for the across the screen, showing the song’s
an expert at shuttling between worlds. Staple Singers and “Ain’t That a Lot rising and falling frequencies.
She would chaperone the artists on of Love,” which Sam & Dave recorded. Pawelski and Graves were there to
interviews and promotional tours— “I’m not the kind of person who can master the demos for a seven-CD col-
Johnnie Taylor and Albert King were sit in a room like Carole King or Eddie lection called “Written in Their Soul.”
a particular handful—and help explain Floyd, doing it over and over,” Parker Pawelski had managed to winnow her
their music to an indifferent or openly says. “A song comes to you in crazy hoard of six hundred and sixty-five
hostile press. “You can tell when a jour- ways and crazy places. Somebody might songs to a hundred and forty-six. “That
nalist really doesn’t give a shit about have just cussed you out, or made great hurt,” she said. “That left a mark.” Fifty-
you when they won’t even look in your love to you, or given you a piece of wis- eight were demos of official Stax re-
Black face, and that was typical,” Parker dom. I cannot plan for it. I just think”— leases; twenty-two were demos of songs
says. “Sitting on a gold mine in Mem- she held up the flat of her hand—“let on other labels; the other sixty-six were
phis, Tennessee!” me do it when the spirit hits!” never released. “634-5789” was from the
They paid attention eventually. Hits first batch. The hit version was sung
like “Knock on Wood” and Mack Rice’s he f irst time I heard the Stax by Wilson Pickett; the demo was by
“Mustang Sally” were hard to ignore,
and Parker had the eloquence and the
T demos, I was in a studio built by
Pawelski’s audio engineer, Michael
Eddie Floyd. Steve Cropper, who wrote
the song with Floyd, played guitar on
poise to promote the rest. “Deanie is Graves, in a garage behind his house both takes, but the demo lacked the
Memphis friggin’ royalty,” Pawelski in Altadena, California. Pawelski and tight, chugging rhythm of the official
says. “She’s the reason, beyond the I were slouched in wicker chairs fac- release. The reason to hear it was Floyd.
music, that Stax has such a huge foot- ing a huge monitor on the wall. Graves His singing had a sweet, almost bash-
print.” Parker would release only one was perched at a long desk in front of ful quality that belied the silky self-
more single under her own name: a us, manipulating an iPad and an audio assurance underneath. Where Pickett
sultry girl-group number called “Each interface. When he played the first yipped and rasped and leaped to fal-
Step I Take.” But she never stopped song—a demo of the 1966 hit “634- setto, Floyd’s voice was full of pleading
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 55
sincerity. “If you need a little lovin’, quarter-inch, half-inch, and two-inch was missing a beginning or an end, he
call on me,” he sang. “I’ll be right here reel-to-reel players. “You can go down could create one out of a guitar riff or
at home.” a serious rabbit hole of collecting a drum fill. He was like a record pro-
Graves paused the song and scrolled weird, esoteric gear,” Graves said. ducer working on a miniature scale. At
back through the spectrogram. He Without the machines, the music one point, Graves pulled up a demo of
zoomed in on a jagged section where would be lost. But even if you had the a song called “Coming Together.” Writ-
he’d heard a click—a frequency spike right gear and kept it running—“The ten by Homer Banks and Carl Hamp-
between five hundred and a thousand know-how to fix these machines is al- ton, it was an earnest appeal for peace,
hertz—and smoothed it down. One most gone,” Graves said—the record- set to a sinuous groove. “Why must
click gone, a thousand more to go. ings could sound terrible. Some were bullets fly before we live as one?” Banks
Tall, fine-boned, and pale, with rose- made on noisy boom boxes: you could sang. “Why must so many die now, be-
gold spectacles and a tuft of blond hear the thunk of the Record button. fore we ban the guns?” Banks was a
hair, Graves worked with delicate, un- Some were transferred to digital tape Vietnam veteran and a former gospel
hurried precision. When I first met at fluctuating speeds, so the music wob- singer. He sang with keening convic-
him, in 2007, he was mastering an bled out of pitch. Some were recorded tion, but the recording was strangely
album of folk songs called “Art of Field on four-track tape but were transferred muffled. Pawelski grimaced. “Now you
Recording,” for which he later won a to two tracks, so two songs would play have to unfuck that for me,” she said.
Grammy. (He has since won three at once, or one would play forward and Graves laughed. “My life in noise.”
more, two of them with Pawelski.) He the other backward. The newer the He suspected that when the origi-
dealt mostly with old 78 records back tape, the worse its condition. Starting nal tape was transferred to digital it
then, trying to unearth music from in the eighties, a new adhesive was was spooled onto the player incorrectly,
beneath decades of nicks and scratches used to bind magnetic particles to tapes. flipping the tape inside out. “It sounds
and needle wear. Pawelski’s projects This absorbed moisture over time, ren- like a pillow was held over the speaker,”
posed a different problem. The tracks dering some tapes unplayable. Digital he said. He tried boosting the upper
that she collected were almost always tape was even worse. An analog re- frequencies to lift the music out of the
on tape, but in a bewildering variety cording might sound a little dull after murk. That brightened the instruments
of formats. To play them, Graves a few years, but digital tape lost whole but added a loud hiss. A digital de-
needed a battery of devices that hadn’t chunks of code. “Either the sound goes noiser could get rid of that, Graves said,
been made in years. “People talk about away or it’s an ear-piercing screech,” but raising the top end had also dis-
tapes disintegrating,” he said. “They Graves said. “Whatever is trying to torted the singing. To fix it, he needed
will outlive all of us. It’s the machines read that tape just says, ‘Nope.’” a program of more recent invention,
that are the bottleneck.” His house Fortunately, he had some digital tools known as a de-mixer. It took the orig-
was a museum of obsolete technol- to compensate. If a track went silent inal recording and disentangled its parts,
ogy, populated with devices of every for a few measures, Graves might clone sending each instrument to a separate
shape and vintage: MiniDisc, Hi8, a similar passage elsewhere in the song track. Graves could now work on the
DAT, ADAT, and DTRS players, and and drop it into the gap. If the song vocal line alone, clarifying the sound
without distorting it. When he was
done, he dropped it back into the mix
and moved on to the next song.
“ ‘ D tion,’”
emo’ stands for ‘demonstra-
Pawelski said. “This is
not going to sound like it was made
last week.” Yet most of the recordings
were startlingly clear. The rock and folk
demos that I was used to hearing were
mostly home recordings. The singer
strummed a guitar, or played some
chords on a piano, and mumbled a few
cryptic lines into a cassette deck. These
were nothing like that. All but a few
of the demos were professionally re-
corded, in the same studios as the of-
ficial Stax releases. Homer Banks, Wil-
liam Bell, and the other songwriters
had all been singers first, and the mu-
sicians were a crack unit, always on call.
Al Jackson, Jr., the drummer in the
“Comedy show after the beheading! Free with flyer!” M.G.s, lived just around the corner
from the studio. “It’d be two in the snowy beard and a brocaded vest, saun- pie hats and department-store dresses,
morning and we’d call him up, say, tered over and lifted the lid on the seemingly unaware that they were fu-
‘We’ve got something going!’ ” Eddie Crockpot. “I hope it’s edible,” he said. ture royalty.
Floyd told me. “Twenty minutes later, “Henderson, that was not the right “You see these really square-look-
he’s walking through the door.” thing to say.” ing people next to really groovy-look-
On official releases, the arrange- “What would be nice is some bo- ing people,” Pawelski said. “And you
ments were more intricate, more subtly logna and crackers.” think, What’s happening here? But
fused: vocals, guitar, horns, and rhythm “You can get your own little freaky everything in this picture is serving
section, all interlaced in a shimmer- food.” the music. That’s the privilege of being
ing fabric. “This music is so much about Henderson Thigpen was one of in those rooms. The only qualifiers are
the groove, about the underlying bass Parker’s early collaborators at Stax. how good you are.” Bobby Manuel
and guitar,” Manuel told me. “It took They wrote their first song had joined us and was bent
a long time to get right—it could take together in 1966—“It ’s over Pawelski’s shoulders
twenty or thirty tries. It had to have Catching,” sung by Mable beside Parker and Thig-
that magic, the right lick for that mo- John—when Thigpen was pen, looking at the pic-
ment, and it hooked you. You couldn’t eighteen. He had grown tures. There was one of
sit still.” up on a cotton farm in Red Manuel as a lanky young
The demos didn’t always have that Banks, Mississippi, writing hipster in a cowboy shirt,
magic, but they had their own sort of poetry and reciting it in with a scruffy mustache.
potency. These weren’t just sketches the fields. “I was a mama’s He was rounder now, with
or aide-mémoire. They were audition boy,” he told me. As soon silver hair and shy, thought-
tapes—a writer’s one chance to sell a as he graduated from high ful eyes, but still dapper in
song to an artist or a producer. Yet school, he started taking a suède jacket. “There’s
they were never meant to be released. the Greyhound to Memphis every O. B. McClinton,” he said, pointing
Even the best songs that Pawelski weekend, just to hang around Stax and to a rugged-looking man with long
found had long since been filed and learn how to write songs. Parker even- sideburns and a heavy overbite. Mc-
forgotten. She could dust them off tually took him under her wing. Bobby Clinton was Stax’s only Black coun-
and restore their sound, but she some- Manuel taught him some guitar, and try artist—its answer to Charley Pride,
times had no idea who the musicians Thigpen went on to co-write some of the RCA star.
were, or who wrote the songs. the label’s last hits, including “Woman “Lord, I hated to get hung up with
For that, she needed Deanie Parker. to Woman,” by Shirley Brown, which O.B.,” Parker said.
reached No. 1 in 1974. Thigpen was “He would keep you forever.”
want this to be good, but not too now seventy-five and living back on “I did not like to shake his hand.
“I good,” Parker said, setting a Crock- the family farm. He had come up from He had the hand of a reptile. Cold!”
pot full of spaghetti on a table. “I don’t Mississippi at Parker’s request to help Music could sometimes blur the
want them to think that they’re here identify Pawelski’s demos. They hadn’t lines between genders. A good song
to fill up.” We were standing at a buffet heard some of the songs in more than was a good song, whether it was written
station in the Stax Museum of Amer- fifty years. by Isaac Hayes or by Bettye Crutcher.
ican Soul Music, waiting for the other Pawelski walked past us on her way As long as women like Carla Thomas
Stax songwriters to arrive. Built in 2003 to the archive—she’d spent the day and Mavis Staples were producing
on the site of the former studio, the there, looking for photographs of the hits, all the writers courted them. The
museum is part music school, part per- songwriters. “We just saw you party- demos were full of musical cross-dress-
formance space, archive, and memo- ing with Janis Joplin,” she told Parker. ing, as male songwriters sang lyrics
rabilia collection. (Booker T. Jones’s Parker laughed and fell in behind her, meant for women, and vice versa. “We
Hammond organ and Cropper’s Tele- along with Thigpen. “I couldn’t keep women work hard every day, doing
caster sat in glass cases along the walls.) up!” she said, “When I heard about the our very best,” Homer Banks com-
Parker had swept in a few minutes ear- after-party? That wasn’t my pay grade.” plained in “Too Much Sugar for a
lier in black pants and a sunflower-yel- The pictures that Pawelski had found Dime.” “But you men will buy tires
low top, her shoulders wrapped in a were mostly black-and-white, with an for your automobiles and get mad if
jewel-toned silk scarf. Her hair was occasional Kodachrome thrown in. It we buy a dress.”
pure white and pulled back into a was hard to believe that they were half Still, role-play wasn’t the same as
French roll, her round cheeks still un- a century old. The people looked so real equality. Parker’s mood food was
lined at seventy-six. “I’m responsible vibrantly alive: Otis Redding, Rufus part of a long tradition of women tak-
for the mood food,” she said. She took Thomas, the Staple Singers, and oth- ing care of men at Stax. As a publicist,
two bottles of strawberry Fanta from ers less known but equally dashing, Parker was everyone’s champion and
a shopping bag and plunked them on draped on couches and standing on mother confessor. “They are interest-
the table. “We’ll have to toast each street corners, scribbling in notebooks ing creatures, and you know their tem-
other with red pop.” and gathered around microphones. perature,” she said. “I can’t remember
An elegant older gentleman, with a They wore beads and headbands, pork- anybody storming out of the office, but
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And so it went. Pawelski would play
a demo, names would fly around the
table—“David Porter!” “Byrd Burton!”
“That’s Crop on the guitar!”—and a
flood of reminiscences would follow.
That jangly piano part must have been
recorded in Studio C; it had an old
brown upright in it. But that flabby bass
sound was definitely from Studio B—
it never had much bottom end. A high
voice with a bit of a quaver came over
the speakers, and suddenly it was as if
Carl Smith, who wrote “Higher and
Higher” and “Rescue Me,” was stand-
ing there in the room, with his over-
sized glasses and boyish grin. And that
deep moan? It could only be Mack Rice,
mouthing his improbable rhymes—
thrown, gone, own, telephone. The lon-
ger they listened, the more the gallery
around them seemed to fade, replaced
by the dusky halls and echoing rooms
of the old theatre. Every song was a
memory palace, every instrument a key
to a different door—though not always
the same one for every listener.
“That sounds like Jeanne again.”
“Not unless she was taking hormones.”
• • At one point, Parker asked to hear
“Woman to Woman,”Thigpen’s biggest
hit. The song was inspired by a conver-
whining, yes. Whining was common. sound better?” Thigpen wanted to know. sation that he’d overheard between his
Some of us can’t accept our own fail- “I would never think to add any in- second wife and one of her friends. “It
ures.” Even Crutcher, who died last strumentation,” Pawelski said. was just like when men say, ‘Let’s talk
fall, and who was one of the label’s best “I just had to ask. Because I know it out man to man,’ only this was woman
and most prolific writers, sometimes some of those demos.” to woman,” he said. In the demo, Thig-
needed extra leverage to get her songs “Henderson, let me tell you, you pen delivered the opening monologue
heard. “Bettye was soft-spoken, and sound great,” Parker said. “If I hadn’t in a gently aggrieved voice—a wounded
the writers protected their turf,” Parker been so in love with Johnnie Taylor, I lover trying to talk sense into a rival:
said. “So she would cook a pot of spa- would have gone for you.” She lifted “Barbara, this is Shirley. . . . I was going
ghetti. That’s what she would do. And her cup of red soda and offered a toast through my old man’s pockets this
when she had finished feeding these to another forty years. Then Pawelski morning, and I just happened to find
jokers”—she arched an eyebrow at played the first song. your name and number. So, woman to
Henderson and Manuel—“they were It was a girl-group number backed woman . . . it’s only fair that I let you
ready to cut anything.” by a bluesy honky-tonk piano, called know that the man you’re in love with,
“You Make a Strong Girl Weak.” Isaac he’s mine, from the top of his head to
he songwriters took their seats Hayes and David Porter were the song- the bottom of his feet.”
T around a conference table in the
museum’s main gallery. Parker, Thig-
writers, but who were the singers? Man-
uel guessed the Soul Children. Or was
“This is going to be on the album?”
“Yeah.”
pen, and Manuel sat next to a video it Jeanne & the Darlings? “That makes Thigpen covered his face with his
feed of William Bell, at his home in every kind of sense,” Parker said. Jeanne hand. But then, after a moment, his
Atlanta, wearing shades and a black Dolphus, the group’s leader, was a home- voice on the recording began to sing—a
baseball cap. Pawelski was beside Rob- economics teacher from Arkansas who rich, warm baritone with a delicate vi-
ert Gordon, the author of the 2013 book sewed the band’s costumes at night, she brato: “Woman to woman, can’t you
“Respect Yourself: Stax Records and said. “They wore everything alike, and see where I’m coming from? Woman
the Soul Explosion.” Gordon and Parker they were not fashion designers. Let to woman, ain’t that the same thing
would be writing the demo collection’s me tell you something: Henderson says you would’ve done?” The other song-
liner notes together. “Are you going to Mississippi is slow. Arkansas is from writers were snapping their fingers now,
doctor the demos up to make them the dinosaur age.” as the bass and the drums found their
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groove and Thigpen’s voice rose to a would have erased them.” Tall and Look at “Friends in Low Places” by
soft, clear falsetto. He looked up and craggy, with a balding pate, a white Garth Brooks, Gore said. When that
grinned. “That’s the money note right beard, and a ponytail, Cropper looked song, written by Dewayne Blackwell
there,” he said. like an old moonshiner, or an elder in and Earl Bud Lee, became a smash in
some austere religious sect, but he spoke the late eighties, everyone assumed that
oman to Woman” was the stu- with easy, self-deprecating bluntness. it was a surefire hit. Who could resist
“ W dio’s final hit. A year and a half He was a ubiquitous figure in the sto- that melody and title? But another singer,
later, Stax was forced into bankruptcy, ries about Stax—hanging around the David Wayne Chamberlain, had re-
done in by mounting debt, bad distri- studio at all hours, playing guitar or corded the song before Brooks did, and
bution deals, lawsuits, and accusations running the board, pairing up with other no one bought it. Success was all in the
of bank fraud and tax evasion. Federal writers at will, like a free radical in a execution. “As far as I’m concerned, any-
marshals served an eviction order on pool of more stable molecules. “Crop- thing I write can be a hit,” Cropper said.
January 12, 1976, while Manuel was re- per was convenient,” Parker told me.
hearsing in the studio. They marched “He was always around. Did he help he Stax demos tell a different story.
him and the other employees to the
parking lot in single file, with Jim Stew-
with my lyrics? Not a lot. But he would
fill in the pieces that were missing. He
T It’s hard not to feel, as you listen
to them, that success is arbitrary, ephem-
art in front, and padlocked the doors could sharpen your song. He was like eral. That inspiration is what lasts. To-
behind them. Parker’s utopia was long the shoelaces on the shoe—ain’t no ward the end of the session in the mu-
gone. The dream of music as a refuge good if the shoe doesn’t hold together.” seum, Pawelski played a recording that
from racism and violence was always a Cropper had the same ref ining no one could identify. The singer’s name
fragile thing. At Stax, it was shattered touch on the guitar. He wasn’t a flashy wasn’t written down, and he never sang
eight years earlier, when Martin Lu- player, but he knew just what a tune at Stax again. Pawelski suspected that
ther King, Jr., was assassinated at the needed—whether a quick rockabilly the demo was taped at one of the “neigh-
Lorraine Motel—the same place where fill or the two-note slide at the begin- borhood auditions” that the studio held
so many songwriters, Black and white, ning of “Soul Man.” Cropper was al- on Saturday afternoons, open to any-
had done their best work together. ways working on new material. When one with a song. “Was on a cold Sat-
On the night that King was shot, we met, he was recording a tune with urday night and we just had a fight,”
Parker and Crutcher went to the stu- his engineer, Eddie Gore, in the his- the singer began. “You walked out on
dio to work on a song for Albert King. toric RCA Studio A building, where me, knowing that you killed my heart
“I had to get to Stax,” Parker later said. Chet Atkins and Jerry Lee Lewis used with grief.” His voice was hoarse with
“I didn’t even think about stopping at to record. He was hoping to pitch his loss, accompanied only by finger snaps
home. I needed to be with the people song to Shemekia Copeland, who’d and a glimmering electric guitar, like
I loved, the people I trusted—with had a minor hit with a chorus that rain in a gutter. He sounded hopeless,
the people who could understand what began, “I’m drivin’ out of Nashville abandoned, as if he knew that there
I was feeling.” A curfew had been de- with a body in the trunk.” Cropper’s was no point in begging, but he couldn’t
clared to prevent rioting, and Parker song was of a milder sort. He’d come help but do so. “Just walk on back,” he
could hear the National Guard walk- up with the idea at a bar down the sang, and a pair of voices joined in to
ing on the roof above the studio. If street, watching a young woman dance help carry the tune. “Walk on back. I
the soldiers hadn’t discovered them in shoes that were too big for her. He don’t care how long it takes if you just
and sent them home, she says, she and and Gore had recorded the demo that walk on back.”
Crutcher would have kept writing day—an easy, mid-tempo ballad, with It was only one song, salvaged from
through the night. Cropper’s voice croaking amiably over a pile of old rejects. The arrangement
The Stax demos traced the full arc the beat: was simple, the artist unknown. But if
of that history—from hope and denial it lacked the polish of a full Stax pro-
to disillusion and protest. The songs Now I’m dancing in my mother’s shoes duction, it had something more elemen-
Looking for someone to hold on to
were messy, unfiltered, incomplete. The Wondering what Mama would do tal: urgency and need. Like Parker and
voices faltered and the musicians missed Now that I’m dancing in my mama’s shoes. Thigpen, this singer knew that he had
notes. By the end of our session at the one chance to be heard. One chance to
museum, no one doubted that the demos “I know I can’t sing,” he said, switch- strip a song to its essence. He and his
were worth releasing. But the question ing off the tape. “I can write a pretty bandmates must have practiced for days,
remained: Why now and not then? good song, but I can’t sing shit from in a bedroom or a basement or on an
What was missing from these songs in Shinola.” But then this demo was never empty street corner, till their harmonies
the first place? meant to be heard—not by the public chimed like bells and their voices dipped
Earlier that week, I had gone to see anyway. As long as Copeland, or some and swooped in perfect synchrony. “Walk
Steve Cropper in Nashville, where he other singer, could hear the gist of the on baa-aack.” For just one take, they
now lives. He was too busy to come to song in the demo, it had done its work. sounded as good as anyone. “That first
the museum, he said, and wasn’t espe- Cropper was a perfectionist by nature, take had the feel,” Eddie Floyd told me.
cially interested in hearing the demos: a fixer, a finisher. He had no patience “The way I thought of it, every song was
“If I’d known they’d release them, I for rough edges or unruly inspiration. a demo. It was always the first time.”
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FICTION
LISA SORGINI
BOOKS
LETTING GO
What women writers give up in order to come into their own.
hen the critic Joanna Biggs was was as though the disease’s rending of the long-deceased author of “A Vindi-
W thirty-two, her mother, still in
her fifties, was diagnosed with Alzhei-
a maternal bond had severed her con-
tract with the prescribed feminine itin-
cation of the Rights of Woman,” tucked
behind the bustle of King’s Cross sta-
mer’s. “Everything wobbled,” she re- erary. Soon enough, she and her hus- tion, had a sort of aura. The daughter
calls. Biggs was married but not sure band were seeing other people; then whom Wollstonecraft, stricken in child-
she wanted to be, suddenly distrustful he moved out, and she began making birth, never got to know—the daugh-
of the neat, conventional course—mar- pilgrimages to visit Mary Wollstone- ter who became famous as the creator
riage, kids, burbs—plotted out since craft’s grave. of “Frankenstein”—learned her letters
she met her husband, at nineteen. It The unassuming resting place of by tracing their shared name on her
Their stories—lived and invented—form a dialogue across centuries, renegotiating the terms of womanhood.
ILLUSTRATION BY JILLIAN TAMAKI THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 69
mother’s headstone, and later pro- Biggs, now a senior editor at Har dons with her ability to discuss this
nounced the budding love between her per’s, is the author of an earlier book, grown-up work.
and a then married poet, Percy Bysshe “All Day Long,” from 2015, which pre- Yet the novel turned out to be far
Shelley, at the site. “When I thought sented a very different set of case stud- juicier than its repute suggested. Biggs
about the place, I thought of death and ies, attempting a taxonomy of the work- tore through it as if it were a potboiler,
sex and possibility,” Biggs writes. On ing life of present-day Britons. Her flipping pages in the bath and updat-
one occasion, she brought a lover, with- literary essays, introspective visitations ing her mother on the latest turn of
out explaining her reason for the visit. of classic and recent books, appear in events. When the admission interview
She sensed that Wollstonecraft, who the kinds of places to which any critic came, she confided to the Oxford tutor
knew something of death, sex, possi- aspires. But, when her world started to her hopes for Dorothea’s love life.
bility, would have understood. wobble, she felt that she was jumping The university extended an accep-
Divorce, not unlike adolescence, from genre to genre without working tance, but the coveted envelope seldom
leaves its subjects adrift in the caprices out what she most wanted to say. “A guarantees the affirmation of one’s ac-
of a phase, alert to guidance drawn from Life of One’s Own” is itself the writ- ademic mettle. A grammar-school girl,
lives already lived. Biggs grasped eman- erly achievement she had hoped for, she remembers a male classmate, fresh
cipation “as a seventeen-year-old might: which means that the larger story of from Eton, who whipped out terms like
hard and fast and negronied and wild.” her absorbing, eccentric book is the “anaphora” and “zeugma” at will. His
She undertook a furious search for an story of how she came to write it. “This prowess bespoke a doctrine—running
alternative to her failed marriage plot. book bears the traces of their struggles contrary to Biggs’s instinctual reading
Her questions, previously quieted by as well as my own—and some of the practice—“that books were about other
wedlock, now spilled out: things we all found that help,” Biggs books, that they were not about life.”
Was domesticity a trap? What was worth writes of her subjects. Their stories, It was at Oxford that Biggs first read
living for if you lost faith in the traditional the ones they lived and the ones they Wollstonecraft and her “Vindication
goals of a woman’s life? What was worth liv- invented, are complexly ambivalent, of the Rights of Woman”; she was taken
ing for at all—what degree of unhappiness, like all good stories; they withhold the by its insistence that society ought to
lostness, chaos was bearable? Could I even do assurances of a blueprint. But Biggs “consider women in the grand light of
this without my mother beside me?
has been a resourceful reader, who finds human creatures, who, in common with
“A Life of One’s Own: Nine Women what will sustain her. men, are placed on this earth to unfold
Writers Begin Again” (Ecco) is a mem- their faculties.” Here was a formidable
oir that wends its way through chapter- eadiness is all. Abed with tonsilli- figure, Biggs thought, and she braved
length biographies of authors whose
lives asked and answered such ques-
R tis when she was fourteen or so,
Biggs was given a copy of George El-
the work’s fusty idiom: “I longed to
keep up with her, even if I had to do it
tions. The title, of course, riffs on Vir- iot’s “The Mill on the Floss” by her with the shorter OED at my elbow.”
ginia Woolf ’s 1929 essay “A Room of mother. She set the book aside, put off And yet, Biggs writes, “It wasn’t clear
One’s Own,” and returns us to its les- by its many thin pages and small type, to me when I was younger how hard
son in the material needs of writing, the curly-haired pale girl with the pink she had pushed herself.”
seldom afforded women. But Woolf ’s lips on its cover. Her mother was the She learned this in time. Wollstone-
sense of ancestral indebtedness is the reader of the family; Biggs wasn’t yet craft, born in 1759 in East London, was
book’s motivating force. “Jane Austen reading very seriously, apart from the the eldest daughter among seven chil-
should have laid a wreath upon the usual age-appropriate genre fare. Nei- dren, a familial placement distinguished
grave of Fanny Burney,” Woolf wrote. then, as it is now, by a compulsory ma-
“All women together ought to let flow- ternalism. She tried to intervene when
ers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn.” her father beat her mother, Biggs tells
Or, as Biggs writes, a solidarity of wom- us, and was responsible for the care of
en’s voices “must accumulate before a her younger siblings. After nursing her
single one can speak.” mother, starting a school, and working
Biggs hails her guides in mononyms, as a governess, she resolved, at twenty-
like intimates or pop stars: Mary, George, eight, to become, as she wrote in a let-
Zora, Virginia, Simone, Sylvia, Toni, ter to a sister, “the first of a new genus,”
Elena. Within their differences (of eras, a woman making a living by her pen.
means, race), each charged herself with ther of her parents was a college grad, She found friendship and work with
writing while woman, thus renegotiat- but, when Oxford materialized as a a radical publisher in London, came out
ing their relationship to marriage and goal, Biggs, now in her late teens, re- with a conduct guide for girls and young
child rearing, endeavors long consid- turned to Eliot, exchanging pocket women in 1787, and, the next year, a
ered definitive of womanhood. Their money for scholastic seriousness by way novel, “Mary,” about a woman, forced
lives supplied Biggs a measure of clar- of “Middlemarch.” Woolf had heralded into a loveless marriage, who sustains
ity in mapping a new life for herself; it as “one of the few English novels herself through romantic friendships.
their voices helped her, as a writer, to written for grown-up people,” and Biggs She fell in love with the painter Henry
find a new voice. hoped to impress Oxford’s gatekeeping Fuseli, eighteen years her senior and
70 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
married; she was smitten by what she
described as his “grandeur of soul.” But
Fuseli’s wife did not respond well to
Wollstonecraft’s proposal that they form
a ménage à trois. In 1792, now thirty-
two, she published “A Vindication of
the Rights of Woman.” In the ensuing
years, Biggs writes, “she offered up her
heart ecstatically, carelessly.” A child was
born; suicide was attempted. Yet the
same intensity of emotion stirred her
pen, and, recovering in Scandinavia, she
wrote another book, an epistolary trav-
elogue, where she allowed her writing
to “flow unrestrained.”
More calamity followed—including
another attempt at suicide, in which she
soaked her clothes in the rain and then
plunged into the Thames—but Biggs
is relieved that Wollstonecraft found
genuine companionship at last. The rad-
ical reformer William Godwin read her
travelogue, and the two enjoyed some-
thing more measured than passion: what
Wollstonecraft called “a sublime tran-
quility.” They wed, in March of 1797,
despite mutual misgivings about the in-
stitution of marriage, and Wollstone-
craft began work on another novel.
Late that August, she had a daughter
and, suffering complications during the “Do you want to try and put the air-conditioner
birth, died, at the age of thirty-eight. in together or stay married?”
Her afterlife was scarcely less tempes-
tuous than her life. A candid memoir
that Godwin published about her made
• •
her a figure of scandal, inadvertently
blighting her reputation for generations. from the “vague prejudice against the ther, she worried that she’d lost a bul-
Nor has the air of contention around Rights of Woman as in some way or other wark against “becoming earthly sensual
her entirely vanished. Three years ago, a reprehensible book.” In 1871, while and devilish for want of that purifying
a memorial sculpture appeared in a Lon- working on “Middlemarch,” she wrote restraining influence.”
don green: a tall, silver, truncal swirl to a friend about Wollstonecraft’s leap- Biggs stresses the importance that
topped by a nude female figurine. Re- ing into the Thames. (Biggs does not Wollstonecraft’s example had for Evans.
ception was unkind, fixating on the fig- mention that Evans later used a ver- How often, Biggs wonders, had she
urine and its perceived disservice to sion of the episode in her novel “Dan- “smoothed the rough edges of Mary’s
Wollstonecraft’s philosophy. When iel Deronda.”) life into a silky pebble-parable”? Like
Biggs came to lay eyes on the thing, she When Marian Evans invoked “The Wollstonecraft, Evans began as a reader
was, instead, disappointed by the words Rights of Woman,” her nom de plume, for a publisher, and encountered an
etched on its plinth: “I do not wish George Eliot, was on the cusp of inven- ill-chosen recipient of her profession
women to have power over men, but tion, though the name Marian, too, was of love (in Evans’s case, Spencer). Like
over themselves.” The shorn-off selec- something of shifted truth. Born Mary Wollstonecraft, Evans persisted, plead-
tion is “a little unambitious,” Biggs Anne, in 1819, the pious youngest child ingly, in the face of rejection. “I could
writes. It’s as if the memorialists were of an estate manager and his wife, she gather courage to work and make life
afraid of their subject. found herself slipping away from her valuable, if only I had you near me,”
creedal attachments by the age of twenty- she wrote.
ou had to be a little brave to wran- three, and becoming enfolded in a new Sooner than Wollstonecraft, Evans
Y gle with Wollstonecraft’s legacy,
and, as Biggs makes clear, Marian Evans
community of writers and thinkers—
among them Herbert Spencer, Harriet
found a soul mate, in George Henry
Lewes, the unhappily married critic and
was more than a little brave. In an 1855 Martineau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. co-editor of The Leader, a radical weekly.
review, she defended Wollstonecraft When, seven years later, she lost her fa- His adoration provided the security for
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her to embark on a novel, and, unlike It’s possible that Biggs has smoothed oine of “Their Eyes Were Watching
Wollstonecraft, she eventually saw the certain rough edges of Evans’s life into God.” The two Southern women spur
renown of her work overtake the scan- a pebble-parable. In truth, the tenor of Biggs toward reclamation of “that blos-
dalous irregularities of her romance. Cross’s letters to her was one of devo- somy, foamy feeling.” In the luxuriance
Lewes and Evans read together in the tion, not desire; the marriage (which of identification, she trips over details.
evening, and exchanged drafts; he some- the lifelong bachelor called “a high call- And so she repeatedly proclaims Hur-
times responded to her work with kisses ing”) did appear to have been more blanc ston the first professional Black woman
rather than editorial suggestions. Lewes than rose. And Cross’s biography was as writer (an assertion that would have
barred negative reviews from their ruinous to her reputation as Godwin’s come as a surprise to Frances Ellen
threshold and, from around the Con- was to Wollstonecraft’s, albeit in the Watkins Harper, say, or Pauline Hop-
tinent, they celebrated the publication opposite direction. Cross, carefully re- kins); she also writes that Hurston went
of her novels. For a period when Lewes moving anything sly or spicy from her to Barnard to study anthropology under
fell ill, Biggs tells us, Evans helped out letters, which he quoted extensively, Alain Locke. (Locke, whose Ph.D. was
with his writing assignments, “a sign turned her into a stuffy, sententious Vic- in philosophy, did not teach anthro-
that they now saw their lives—literary torian sage of the sort that was anath- pology and did not teach at Barnard.)
and otherwise—as shared, or as Evans ema to sophisticates. But feeling, not fact, is what Biggs is
would put it later in her diary, doubled.” after here. Janie, following two miser-
Biggs reflects that there is no name for hat’s not a misapprehension any- able marriages to respectable men, finds
this most fortifying relationship in Ev-
ans’s life, “a marriage that isn’t quite
T one would have had about Zora
Neale Hurston. Her 1937 novel, “Their
erotic liberation with a handsome
drifter; Biggs, in turn, thinks about the
one.” If a sexless union is a mariage Eyes Were Watching God,” arrived in sensual joy she experiences with “men
blanc, perhaps theirs could be termed Biggs’s life as another gift from her who aren’t my husband, or who don’t
a mariage rose, Biggs decides. One does mother, in an edition that was itself want to be”—staying up all night lis-
not need a term in order to yearn, but prefaced by a story of maternal recom- tening to music and having sex, drink-
it helps. mendation. In an introduction to the ing prosecco in bed, dancing naked in
When Lewes died, in 1878, Evans novel, Zadie Smith recalled how suspi- heels—and wonders, “Can you make
was devastated, joined in her grief by cious she was when she was fourteen a life from this?”
their friend John Cross, a banker twenty and her mother gave her a copy of it: She finds a productive form of incan-
years her junior. A year later, he pro- “I disliked the idea of ‘identifying’ with descence in her chapter on Woolf, whom
posed marriage to Evans, who was then the fiction I read.” Like Smith, Biggs she reads with deep affection—an affec-
a frail sexagenarian; they were wed in has worked through such anxieties. “I tion she hasn’t always thought would
1880. Biggs can’t help finding something used to want desperately to be a ‘proper’ be reciprocated. (Turning the pages of
“glorious” in Evans’s being adored by a critic, to be taken seriously, to have a “To the Lighthouse” as a sixteen-year-
younger man, and makes little of Cross’s full command of history and theory, but old, she imagines that Woolf might have
seeming effort to drown himself during I don’t want that anymore,” Biggs de- looked down on her as a “provincial
their honeymoon—he jumped from clares. “I don’t want to ‘admire’ writing schoolgirl.”) After college, Biggs got a
their hotel room in Venice into the for its erudition, I want to be changed job at a book publisher—Bloomsbury,
Grand Canal, as if intent on meeting by it. I want to know what it’s like to aptly enough—and tried to make her
the fate of the villainous “Daniel be someone else.” way through Woolf ’s novels in chrono-
Deronda” character Grandcourt. She In Biggs’s telling, Hurston’s itiner- logical order, washing out after “Mrs.
commends Cross, too, for writing an ant flamboyance is a complement to Dalloway.”Years later, when—fleeing her
“important early biography of Eliot.” the carnal rebellion of Janie, the her- divorce, her mother’s fading—she moved
to New York and got a job at Harper’s,
she tried again, while taking the subway
from Brooklyn to Manhattan. She alights
on Woolf ’s need for the sense of new-
ness, her despair when she thinks it may
never return.
Woolf was wary of the wedded life.
“On the threshold of convention,” Biggs
writes, “she hesitated, hoping that in
this interzone between marriage and
not-marriage, they could make some-
thing new out of the institution: a mod-
ernist marriage.” But Biggs admires the
way that Leonard Woolf, like George
Lewes, protected and buoyed his be-
loved’s vocation—especially since, as
Biggs explains, “My own experience of
being married to another writer was full
of disguised envy.” Woolf was in her for-
ties when she met and fell in love with BRIEFLY NOTED
the more glamorous and established
Vita Sackville-West, and her love flour- The Plot to Save South Africa, by Justice Malala (Simon &
ished in her fiction. Even so, as Biggs Schuster). On Easter weekend, 1993, Chris Hani—an A.N.C.
says, the center of gravity of her life re- commander seen as Nelson Mandela’s likely successor—was
mained with Leonard. In the end, of assassinated by two white nationalists. Protests and violence
course, his vigilant devotion could not followed, threatening to derail ongoing negotiations to end
stave off the devastations of depression, apartheid. This account re-creates the delicate process by
and the drowning death that Wollstone- which negotiators—Mandela and Cyril Ramaphosa on one
craft had tried to arrange. side, F. W. de Klerk and Roelf Meyer on the other—strug-
Biggs is an attentive reader of Woolf, gled to keep the people’s reactions in check and pull the coun-
and Mrs. Ramsay’s maternal role in “To try back from the brink of civil war. Malala also probes the
the Lighthouse” naturally puts her in persistent conspiracy theories surrounding Hani’s death. Con-
mind of her own mother. But Woolf ’s ceding that these theories may never be proved or disproved,
greatest value for her is as an exemplar he nonetheless stresses the way that a killing intended to ig-
of reading. Her essays “offer thoughts nite a race war ended up accelerating democratization.
about what books did for her.” More
than that, Biggs says, “there is a sense My Father’s Brain, by Sandeep Jauhar (Farrar, Straus & Giroux).
when you read Woolf ’s essays that she Spanning seven years, this incisive memoir relates the decline
thinks literary criticism would at its best of the author’s father, an eminent agricultural scientist, after
be something like that, a conversation a dementia diagnosis. Sandeep, a physician, examines the his-
between like-minded and not-so-like- tory and science of dementia and the ethics of making de-
minded people over time. Almost by cisions on behalf of the cognitively impaired. He is clear-
evolution, the conversation would re- eyed about his and his siblings’ shortcomings and about the
fine what books are really for.” social factors that exacerbate the challenges of helping the
elderly. These include cultural biases against those perceived
t might not refine what marriage is as not rational and Western individualism, which discour-
I really for. Biggs writes about women
who have been married to men; con-
ages intergenerational homes and thereby increases the ob-
stacles to collective caretaking.
vention, for them, is less flouted than
managed. Woolf, like Wollstonecraft Take What You Need, by Idra Novey (Viking). A delicate
and Evans, entered marriage from a re- meditation on art, family, and ugliness, this novel unfolds in
luctant posture; Hurston married sev- chapters that alternate between the perspectives of Jean, an
eral times, never settling long enough elderly sculptor living in the Alleghenies, and her estranged
to take another’s name. But though stepdaughter, Leah, who, after Jean’s death, comes to collect
the specific interior of Biggs’s marriage the sculptures that constitute her inheritance. These works,
remains largely veiled throughout the towers of welded scrap metal that Jean calls “manglements,”
book, the author tells us that her vision have a familial aspect: Jean learned to weld from her father,
of wedded life was modelled on Sylvia and the metal comes from her cousin’s scrap shop. The char-
Plath’s. Indeed, the first four words of acters dwell not only on the difficulties that arise in family
“Ariel,” the manuscript Plath left be- life but also on the ways in which such difficulties can’t be
hind, were engraved inside Biggs’s wed- separated from love. Jean recalls that, when she read Leah
ding band: “love set you going.” “Little Red Riding Hood,” the child wanted “no confusion
The broad outlines of Plath’s story about whether I was speaking as the wolf or the grandma.”
might advise avoidance, rather than em-
ulation. But Biggs contends that “The Gravity and Center, by Henri Cole (Farrar, Straus & Giroux).
Bell Jar” and “Ariel” are “as much about This volume of sonnets by one of the form’s most distinctive
rising again as they are about oblivion.” practitioners calibrates tensions between mind and body, na-
And people familiar with the more in- ture and culture, self and society, freedom and restraint. Cole
timate beats of Plath’s story, documented eschews fixed metrical and rhyme schemes but retains the
in journal entries and correspondence, sonnet’s essential sense of rigor and compression, the drama
will understand the appeal of entwin- that emerges from its “little fractures and leaps and resolu-
ing with another person the way Plath tions.” His approach, which bears the influence of French
did. At a party in Cambridge one Feb- and Japanese lyric traditions, combines a surrealistic idiom
ruary evening in 1956, Plath—a twenty- with an enigmatic emotional intensity; the poems feel at once
three-year-old American studying En- delphic and deeply personal, mapping the thin and porous
glish there on a Fulbright—met a “big, membrane between their author’s inner and outer worlds.
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 73
dark, hunky boy,” a poet named Ted pened to me.” In a 1987 interview with and so concludes Hurston’s chapter
Hughes. “I have never known anything Essence, Morrison, who produced “The there. The essay on Plath imagines an-
like it,” Plath wrote during their court- Bluest Eye” and “Sula” when she was other ending for the writer entirely,
ship. “I can use all my knowing and a single mother with a day job as a book weaving an alternate reality in which
laughing and force and writing to the editor, is asked the usual question: “Sylvia Plath didn’t die at all” but lived
hilt all the time, everything.”They mar- How does she find the time? Morri- on as a “badass divorcée” with thoughts
ried that summer and Plath seemed to son says that hers is an “ad hoc” life, on #MeToo.
find, in wedlock, what Eliot found out- filled with the joys and troubles of
side it. “Theirs was a fusional marriage:
emotionally, physically, editorially,”
writing, and the needs of her boys. “I
couldn’t write the way writers write,
“A Life of One’s Own” sometimes
suggests a model of the reader
Biggs writes. Plath called their first I had to write the way a woman with as a retail shopper, eagerly catching a
child, Frieda, born months before the children writes,” she says. “I would never glimpse of herself in a succession of
release of “The Colossus,” a “living tell a child, ‘Leave me alone, I’m writ- mirrors as she updates her apparel.
mutually-created poem.” ing.’ That doesn’t mean anything to a And yet Biggs’s insistence that books
In 1962, Plath gave birth to a son, child. What they deserve and need, in- are, or can be, for living has ample
and learned that her husband might house, is a mother. They do not need precedent, not only in Woolf but in
have been having an affair; Hughes, and cannot use a writer.” This mater- such luminaries as Joan Didion, who
though denying the infidelity, decamped. nal Morrison seems to surprise Biggs, observed that “the women we invent
Plath’s letters to her psychiatrist vacillate who once presumed that the Nobel have changed the course of our lives
between despair (“I feel ugly and a fool, laureate was “imperious.” as surely as the women we are.” In
when I have so long felt beautiful & Among single mothers, writing fills fact, criticism has, at least since the
capable of being a wonderful happy whatever hours it can find, the way gas nineteen-seventies, grown accustomed
mother and wife and writing novels for fills the volume allotted to it. When to accommodating the self-turned
fun & money”) and something more Morrison wrote “Sula,” she was in her aspects of reading. The feminist forces
righteous (“I’m damned if I am going late thirties, living in Queens, trading that revived Mary Wollstonecraft and
to be a Wife-mother every minute of “time, food, money, clothes, laughter, returned Zora Neale Hurston to print
the day”). Biggs’s husband wasn’t a cheat, memory—and daring” within a sup- seldom think their authors dead. The
so far as we know, but the breach in portive community. Biggs seems drawn past ten years alone have prompted
their marriage takes on related reso- to that community, although, again, a such personal considerations of women
nances: “He imagined me pushing a sense of intimacy with an author does creators as Deborah Nelson’s “Tough
pram in red lipstick, while I . . . imag- not always entail great intimacy with Enough,” Michelle Dean’s “Sharp,”
ined negotiating for time to write and the details of her life and work. In and Alana Massey’s “All the Lives
only managing a sentence before he Biggs’s discussion of “The Bluest Eye,” I Want.”
came home from the park with the an observation made by the narrator, Joining this shelf, Biggs’s book is
stroller: neither baby nor book.” Claudia MacTeer, demurring from the fuelled by faith in the transmission of
Biggs’s husband is given privacy in culture’s enthusiasm for blue eyes, is feeling as knowledge. George read
her narrative, but tidbits suggest that somehow attributed to Pecola Breed- Mary, Simone read George, and Toni,
his story follows a familiar path; he was love, who fatefully embraces it. it seems, read everybody. “Underneath
married again and with children in the There are other downsides to iden- the homages and the flowers, the gen-
time it took Biggs to determine her tification as a mode of reading. “A Life tle ribbing and the over-identification,”
terms of self-discovery. “I had married of One’s Own” swings between dis- Biggs writes, “is an idea that instead of
believing in an intellectual partnership covery and disappointment. Biggs is reading books in order to learn about
as much as a romantic one, I had been let down by the conservatism of Eliot, history or science or cultural trends,
disappointed, I had divorced,” Biggs who preferred to keep mum on wom- women might draw benefit from think-
summarizes. A friend puts it this way: en’s rights, and of Hurston, who was ing of themselves as being involved in
“It’s your idea of marriage that suffered, skeptical about integration. She finds a long conversation, in which they both
I think.” She yearns not for her ex-hus- Simone de Beauvoir’s manipulative listen and talk.” If the personal is po-
band but for some form of attachment, and abusive ways as a lover “difficult litical, it must be literary, too.
which may or may not resemble mar- to forgive.” Her authors’ depressive ep- Yet it’s notable that all the authors
riage. “During my divorce,” she writes, isodes, taken personally, must be coun- she devotes chapters to were known
“I remember thinking: am I victim or selled through. She can seem at a loss for writing that took creative license
beneficiary? Sylvia’s late poems sug- when confronted with the sort of trag- with the workings of the world. There
gest: always both.” edy that cannot be transformed into is, of course, another sort of yearning
a learning opportunity. “It’s hard to here; alongside Biggs’s search for a way
ith respect to children, none of write about the last twenty years of to be a woman apart from being a wife
W Biggs’s guides diverge from
the expected narrative so much as Toni
Zora’s life,” Biggs says. “Sad, mean-
ingless things started happening to
is her search for a way to be a writer
apart from being a critic. On the evi-
Morrison, who called motherhood “the her.” She would prefer to think of dence of “A Life of One’s Own,” she
most liberating thing that ever hap- Janie’s still bitter yet sweeter ending, has found it.
74 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023
keep the plans for the revolution a secret.
BOOKS But, as the Bush Administration un-
folded, it became harder to see the Re-
NO MORE RULES
publicans as true believers. Government
just didn’t seem to be shrinking. On the
contrary, all around us in Washington—
The long afterlife of libertarianism. in the majestic agency buildings along
the Mall and in the rooftop bars crowded
BY BENJAMIN WALLACE-WELLS with management consultants flown in
to aid in outsourcing, and especially in
the vast, mirrored, gated complexes along
the highway to Dulles, from which the
war on terror was being coördinated and
supplied—the government was very ob-
viously growing.
However much the Republicans had
wanted to downsize government, they
turned out to want other things more—
like operating an overseas empire and
maintaining a winning political coalition.
Bush’s proposal for privatizing Medicare
was watered down until, in 2003, it be-
came an expensive drug benefit for se-
niors, evidently meant to help him win
reëlection. After beating John Kerry, in
2004, Bush announced that Social Se-
curity reform would be one of his Ad-
ministration’s top priorities (“I’ve earned
capital in this election, and I’m going to
spend it”), but within just a few months
that plan had run aground, too. House
Republicans saw how terribly the policy
was polling and lost their nerve. Mean-
while, more drones and private military
contractors and Meals Ready-to-Eat
f lowed to Iraq and Afghanistan and
points beyond. New programs offset cuts
to old ones. Norquist was going to need
n 2001, the libertarian anti-tax activ- to privatize Social Security and Medicare, a bigger bathtub.
I ist Grover Norquist gave a memora-
ble interview on NPR about his inten-
the President had campaigned on expand-
ing school choice, and, everywhere you elf-identified libertarians have always
tions. He said, “I don’t want to abolish
government. I simply want to reduce it
looked, public services were being re-
imagined as for-profit ones. Norquist
S been tiny in number—a handful of
economists, political activists, technolo-
to the size where I could drag it into the himself—an intense, gleeful, ideologi- gists, and true believers. But, in the de-
bathroom and drown it in the bathtub.” cal figure with the requisite libertarian cades after Ronald Reagan was elected
Everything about the line was designed beard—had managed to get more than President, they came to exert enormous
to provoke: the selection of a bookish two hundred members of Congress to political influence, in part because their
and easily horrified audience, the un- sign a pledge never to raise taxes, for prescription of prosperity through de-
apologetic violence of “drag” and “drown,” any reason at all. The Republicans of the regulation appeared to be working, and
the porcelain specificity of “bathtub.” George W. Bush era were generally smooth in part because they provided conserva-
As propaganda, it worked magnifi- operators, having moved from a boom- tism with a long-term agenda and a vi-
cently. When I arrived in Washington, time economy to the seat of an empire, sion of a better future. To the usual right-
two years later, as a novice political re- confident, at every step, that they had the wing mixture of social traditionalism and
porter, the image still reverberated; to support of a popular majority. Their hierarchical nationalism, the libertarians
many it seemed a helpfully blunt depic- broader vision could be a little tricky for had added an especially American sort
tion of what conservatives in power must reporters to decode. Maybe Norquist was of optimism: if the government would
really want. Republicans were preparing the one guy among them too weird to only step back and allow the market to
organize society, we would truly flour-
Its rise and its fall have remade American politics twice over. ish. When Bill Clinton pronounced the
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rather than a leg up for small business,
as Republicans claimed.
Doctrinal libertarianism hasn’t disap-
peared from the political scene: it’s easy
enough to find right-of-center politi-
cians insisting that government is too
big. But, between Donald Trump and
Ron DeSantis, libertarianism has given
way to culture war as the right’s domi-
nant mode. To some libertarians—and
liberals friendly to the cause—this is a
development to lament, because it has
stripped the American right of much of
its idealism. Documenting the history
of the libertarian movement now requires
writing in the shadow of Trump, as two
new books do. Together, they suggest
that, since the end of the Cold War, lib-
ertarianism has remade American poli-
tics twice—first through its success and
then through its failure.
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of the spirit, Simon, who is Jewish, does
A CRITIC AT LARGE not seem beholden to any one world
view. In interviews, he has been ada-
PLEASANT SORROWS
mant about the fact that his cosmol-
ogy is not organized. “I’m not a doctor
or a preacher / I’ve no particular guid-
The mysticism of Paul Simon. ing star,” he sings on “My Professional
Opinion.” Instead, “Seven Psalms” is
BY AMANDA PETRUSICH focussed on a more expansive, open-
ended notion of God. Simon has de-
scribed the piece as “an argument I’m
having with myself about belief—or
not.” Over and over, he imagines a di-
vine presence, and then interrogates its
borders. “The Lord is my engineer/ The
Lord is the earth I ride on,” he sings
on “The Lord.” He returns to the con-
struction in a refrain, finding the sa-
cred everywhere and nowhere:
The Lord is a puff of smoke
That disappears when the wind blows
The Lord is my personal joke
My reflection in the window
SHOOTING STAR
now.” I saw Christine and the Queens
perform in 2015, in New York, and re-
call how hard-earned those declara-
Christine and the Queens’ restless self-inventions. tions seemed to be. Christine—petite,
lithe, androgynous—seemed at ease in
BY HANIF ABDURRAQIB a dark suit, standing at the front of
the stage or dancing in a wash of blue
light. But there were moments when
the line between Letissier’s different
selves blurred. During one rapturous
wave of applause, he teared up, then
apologized for the lapse, admitting, “I
wanted to be fierce.”
Letissier’s early work established a
maximalist production style: large splashes
of electronic sound, swelling arrange-
ments. A follow-up album in 2018, “Chris,”
conjured memories of eighties pop, from
Madonna’s “Lucky Star” to Michael Jack-
son’s most opulent hits. That album also
introduced a new version of Letissier,
who now wore his hair shorn and went
by Chris. Where the début was warm
and tender, “Chris” was defined by ma-
chismo and eroticism, a relentless pur-
suit of physicality. “Don’t feel like a girl-
friend / But lover / Damn, I’d be your
lover,” Letissier sang on the single “Girl-
friend.” Then, in 2019, Letissier’s mother
died, and afterward, while wandering the
streets of Los Angeles, he kept noticing
red cars, which he interpreted as a sign,
an angel nudging him toward yet another
new identity. For his third album, “Red-
car les adorables étoiles (prologue),” re-
leased in 2022, Letissier was Redcar, an
enigmatic figure who performed wear-
he origin story of Christine and This kind of generative shape-shifting ing a crimson glove. The persona within
T the Queens involves the loneliness
inflicted by a double cleaving. In 2010,
would become the engine for Letissier’s
musical career.
a persona offered Letissier an even more
expansive creative playground, but the al-
Héloïse Letissier, a twenty-two-year- In 2014, Christine and the Queens’ bum’s conceptual framework felt stretched
old from Nantes, was expelled from French album début,“Chaleur Humaine” a touch too thin. Its thirteen tracks, al-
a theatre conservatory in Paris on the (“Human Warmth”), became a runaway most all in French, explored filial grief,
heels of a disorienting breakup. He made hit; the following year, a self-titled ver- trans experience, and romantic rupture
his way to London and stumbled one sion appeared in the U.S., with many through a tangle of abstract imagery.
night into the legendary Soho club Ma- of the lyrics reworked into English. The The pop elements of Letissier’s sound
dame Jojo’s. The exhilarating drag shows songs had infectious hooks and shim- were muted, and the album’s sparse sonic
he saw there inspired him to create a mering electronic instrumentation. Back beauty was sometimes eclipsed by its
stage persona—Christine—to free him- then, Letissier used feminine pronouns, thematic busyness.
self from the collision of uncertainties but he was already casting off the stric- Perhaps the problem was that “Red-
that defined his real life. For Héloïse, tures of gender. The opening song of car” wasn’t meant to stand on its own.
anguish may have been an inflexible, the début album, “iT,” was a danceable As the title suggested, it was conceived
immovable object, but Christine could tune in which bright drops of synthe- as a prologue, the beginning of a proj-
mold it into whatever form felt useful. sizer rained into caverns of pulsating ect yet to come. That follow-up, “Para-
noïa, Angels, True Love,” out June 9th,
The new album “Paranoïa, Angels, True Love” is a dreamy epic. is both more sprawling than “Redcar”—
84 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 5, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY NICOLE RIFKIN
twenty tracks spanning nearly ninety tailored suits, he can evoke both Mi- “P.A.T.L.” is ultimately interested in
minutes—and more unified. Letissier chael Jackson and Fred Astaire. A cou- the most elemental questions, among
has described it as the second part of ple of years ago, he recorded a cover of them, What are we to do with all this
an “operatic gesture” inspired by “An- George Michael’s queer anthem “Free- grief and longing? “Take my sorrow,”
gels in America,” and it is structured, dom.” For “P.A.T.L.,” he recruited Ma- Letissier implores on a song titled “He’s
somewhat showily, in three movements donna to appear on three tracks as a kind been shining forever, your son.” I lost
(“Paranoïa,” “Angels,” and “True Love”), of omniscient narrator. “Do you suffer my own mother when I was young, and
as if it were a theatrical production. But from loneliness? This is the voice of the five years ago, when I realized that I
the album feels less like an opera than big simulation,” she intones on the song could no longer remember the sound
like the score for a film epic, a patient “I met an angel.” In the liner notes, Le- of her voice, it felt like another funeral.
and pleading unfurling of atmospheric tissier describes Madonna’s presence on The gift, though, is that I can now be
sounds. And though the new album is the album as perhaps that of an A.I., or convinced that I hear her everywhere.
not a neon-fuelled ode to sweating out an angel, or a mother—one artist of self- “P.A.T.L.” is an album concerned with
heartbreak, as “Chris” was, there is still reinvention there to nurture another. But such omnipresence, with the reality of
enough here that might summon one what struck me most about the role was grief as a thing that shifts within us. It
to dance. its narrow specificity. Letissier wanted is sometimes a dormant tenant and
As on “Redcar,” Letissier worked on the anointment of pop’s matriarch, but sometimes an overbearing landlord. The
“P.A.T.L.” with Mike Dean, a pop pro- he didn’t feel the need to give her, say, a ache is ever present. It decides when to
ducer known for collaborations with proper guest verse or chorus. come and collect. But it would only be
the likes of Kanye West, Beyoncé, and The album’s three movements are foolish for us to push aside our hungers
Madonna. Dean set up a studio in Le- not rigorously defined; a listener prob- and yearnings in the hope of circum-
tissier’s home, in L.A., and had him re- ably wouldn’t be able to delineate them venting some potential future pain.
cord his vocals in single takes just after without studying the track list. But there Listening to “P.A.T.L.,” I thought
waking up in the morning. This pro- is a claustrophobia to some of the songs about what some might call the alter
cess helps lend the album a dreamlike in the first section—like the brilliantly ego—Christine, Chris, Redcar. Yes, Le-
feel, as if Letissier were guiding the lis- messy “Track 10,” featuring eleven min- tissier is an artist who, like many queer
tener from one somnambulation to the utes of cascading yells and crashing artists before him, expands the possi-
next. The dominant sounds are lush drums—that lets up as the album con- bilities of his work by choosing to be-
strings, prolonged electronic moans, and tinues. “I feel like an angel,” from the come someone new. But he is also step-
hypnotic percussion. Letissier’s singing “True Love” section, is the penultimate ping into a new self to better make
often sounds like several voices coming track, and, without all that came before, sense of all that his past selves have
from different directions. A conversa- some of its lyrics might sound like those been through. People do this organi-
tional songwriter, he turns toward the of any other platitudinous love song. cally, without putting a name to it. I’ve
listener with lyrical inquiries. “Do you “I feel like an angel . . . every time he left behind my recklessly grieving self
want to feel the sun / But the sun from touches me,” Letissier sings. Coming many times, but he is still there, wait-
underwater?” he sings on “A day in the after a section of the album devoted to ing for me to return with the good
water.” Still, “P.A.T.L.” prioritizes the angels, though, those words complete news of whatever revelations I’ve had
beauty of sound itself over the clarity a narrative arc. There is a higher place since we last met. In “Paranoïa, An-
of language—which, too, is a little bit that for most of the album seems far gels, True Love,” Letissier’s constella-
like the nature of dreaming. away, a place for other people but not tions of identities move toward and
Letissier has a knowing relationship for our hero, who is drowning in his away from one another, forming fresh,
to musical icons of the past. Onstage, “earthy appetites.” And then, just be- evolving shapes and building space for
moving through fluid choreography in fore the exit, a ladder appears. others yet to come.
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“It’s time you retire, Keith.” “Look! The first Robinsons of spring.”
Beth Lawler, Montclair, N.J. Alex Jones, Montreal, Quebec
BROKEN 17 18 19
RECORDS
20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28
A themed crossword. 29 30 31
BY ROSS TRUDEAU 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39
40 41 42 43
ACROSS
44 45 46 47
1 Jabba, for one, in “Star Wars”
5 Reception dishes, briefly 48 49 50 51 52
9 “What ___ God wrought?”
13 “God willing,” in Arabic 53 54 55 56 57
15 Harpo Productions founder, familiarly
17 2009 No. 1 hit for Lady Gaga [P-p-p-] 58 59 60 61
18 Confiscates
62 63 64 65 66 67 68
20 Read, as a QR code
21 Narc (on) 69 70
23 Autos in a series of “art cars” painted
by Andy Warhol and Jenny Holzer, 71 72 73
among others
24 Opening of “The Super Mario Bros.
Movie”?
26 1966 No. 2 hit for the Beach Boys DOWN 49 Large group of cicadas that emerged
[Ba-ba-ba-ba-] 1 Certain joint . . . or like some joints in 2021
29 Swollen 2 Article in El País 51 Met remotely, in a way
30 Follower of ad or Mad 3 Judgy cluck 52 Board game also called Settlers
4 Serious player 53 Jane Pauley’s network
31 Descriptor for some radio stations
32 Diva’s opportunity to shine
5 It comes before Bravo 54 “Buenos días”
6 Second course? 55 Go-aheads
33 Vaccine-watchdog org.
7 End Citizens United, for one 56 Tend to, as a turkey
35 Go (for)
8 Shepherd who hosts a namesake daytime 61 “___ she blows!”
37 Novelty clothing item, at times talk show
40 1974 No. 1 hit for Elton John [B-b-b-] 63 Ahead of, informally
9 Shade-loving plant
44 Band performance 10 Imitate 65 Longtime Rocket Ming
45 Next-___ (advanced, as tech) 11 ___ sovereignty (subject in Native 66 Reward for those who dig deep?
46 Mac platform with Yosemite and El American law) 67 Fiend
Capitan versions 12 Some waste-removal crews 68 DiFranco of Righteous Babe Records
47 Direction of most morning traffic on the 14 Rainbow-shaped
George Washington Bridge 16 Chopped
48 “The White Lotus” network 19 I.R.S. I.D. Solution to the previous puzzle:
50 Three-time Emmy winner Aduba 22 Brothers’ keepers? H A H M A G I C A W E D
52 Small character in “Monsters, Inc.”? 24 Prep, as baby food P A S A E R I C A C H O O
53 1976 début single by the Runaways 25 Words from a hot athlete A G A R R U N E P R I N T
[Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-] 27 “The Traitors” host Cumming C U D D L E B U D D I E S
34 Budapest-Vienna connector T A D A T O W E D K E P T
60 “___ boy!” S L U M P O V E R F I R M S
36 Southwestern hub, for short
62 Single-masted boats M O L I E R E B U N
38 “I’m the problem, ___” (lyric in Taylor
64 1979 No. 1 hit for the Knack [M-m-m-] E N T R U N A L O N G N O W
Swift’s “Anti-Hero”)
69 “The Chiffon Trenches” author ___ 39 “¿Cómo ___ usted?” H O U S E H O L D N A M E
Leon Talley B L O G S S O R T O V A L
41 “The Rite of Spring” composer
70 Decline dessert, perhaps Stravinsky B I O R E T R E E T E N D
71 Some co-parents C E D E D S A N D E L I
42 Ruination
72 No mere talker 43 Game show won forty straight times by Find more puzzles and this week’s solution at
73 Asian cryptid Amy Schneider newyorker.com/crossword
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