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JULY 31, 2023
DRAWINGS Corey Pandolph and Sean Crespo, Barbara Smaller, Maddie Dai,
Hartley Lin, Jared Nangle, Matthew Diffee, Johnny DiNapoli,
David Sipress, Pia Guerra and Ian Boothby, Liza Donnelly, Sam Hurt,
Lonnie Millsap SPOTS Antony Huchette
CONTRIBUTORS
Patrick Radden Keefe (“Money on the Sheelah Kolhatkar (The Talk of the Town,
Wall,” p. 30), a staff writer, is the author p. 14; “Courting Fame,” p. 16), a staff writer,
of “Say Nothing” and “Empire of Pain.” is the author of “Black Edge.”
His most recent book, “Rogues,” was
published in 2022. Anthony Lane (The Current Cinema,
p. 54), a film critic for The New Yorker,
Paige Williams (“Breaking News,” p. 24) published his writings for the maga-
is a staff writer and the author of “The zine in the 2002 collection “Nobody’s
Dinosaur Artist,” which was named a Perfect.”
Times Notable Book of 2018.
Cynthia Ozick (Fiction, p. 50) is an es-
Paul Rudnick (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 23) sayist, a novelist, and a writer of short
published his latest novel, “Farrell Cov- stories. Her latest novel is “Antiquities.”
ington and the Limits of Style,” in June.
Christian Wiman (Poem, p. 27) is the
Jennifer Wilson (Books, p. 57) is a con- author of several books, including the
tributing essayist for the Times Book memoir “He Held Radical Light” and
Review. the poetry collection “Survival Is a
Style.” His next book, “Zero at the
Robert Sullivan (The Talk of the Town, Bone,” is forthcoming in December.
p. 14) is the author of “The Meadow-
lands,” “Rats,” and “A Whale Hunt,” Amy Davidson Sorkin (Comment, p. 11),
among other books. a staff writer, joined the magazine’s ed-
itorial staff in 1995.
Nicole Sealey (Poem, p. 42) is the au-
thor of the poetry collection “Ordinary Christoph Niemann (Cover) is an art-
Beast.” Her next book, “The Ferguson ist, an author, and an animator. His il-
Report: An Erasure,” will be published lustrations have appeared in The New
in August. Yorker since 1998.
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THE MAIL
LIFE IN PLASTIC rectly points out that each country’s
education system has its strengths and
Elizabeth Kolbert, in her article about weaknesses. Although we benefitted,
plastic contamination, mentions that like his daughters have, from being ex-
microplastics “don’t just leach nasty posed to both systems, our cross-cul-
chemicals; they attract them” (“A Tril- tural experiences have also contributed FEED HOPE .
FEED LOVE .
lion Little Pieces,” July 3rd). In Florida, to feelings of alienation from each place
where I live, the sargassum seaweed that at a time of escalating tension and ideo-
is washing onto our shores this season logical hardening. “A history of missed
has been found to contain not only mi- connections and lost opportunities”
croplastics but also, attached to the plas- describes more than just early educa-
tics, Vibrio vulnificus, a flesh-eating bac- tional exchanges between the U.S. and
teria. This revelation suggests that, as China—it might as well be a summary
Kolbert points out, we still have much of contemporary U.S.-China relations.
to learn about the consequences of our Hessler’s piece is a keen reminder of
unrestrained use of plastics. why that should change.
Stacie M. Kiner Xiuyi (Chris) Zheng
Hypoluxo, Fla. San Francisco, Calif.
I admired Kolbert’s piece, which calls One of the math problems that Hes-
attention to plastic pollution without sler’s daughters attempt to solve, as part
trivializing the difficulty of trying to of their challenging Chinese curricu-
avoid plastics in daily life. I also appre- lum, asks them to find the smallest num-
ciated her emphasis on the fact that ber that leaves the remainders 2, 3, and
the relationship between our consumer 4 when divided respectively by 3, 4, and
choices and our plastic footprint isn’t 5. Is this a trick question of the sort that
always clear. For example, the Great Hessler depicts his children completing
Pacific Garbage Patch, which Kolbert in third-grade math class, the kind de-
mentions, consists mostly of plastic signed to trip students up? No. What
generated by commercial fishing activ- he describes is a simple introduction to
ities, rather than by consumer waste. a celebrated mathematical theorem
A significant number of people choos- known in the English-speaking litera-
ing to avoid plastic packaging would ture as the Chinese remainder theorem,
not reduce the size of the patch, but if which guarantees that any such problem
the same number of people forwent has a solution, so long as none of the
fish in their diets—a much easier prop- divisors (in this case, 3, 4, and 5) have a
osition than eliminating plastics—the factor in common other than 1. The the-
patch might grow more slowly than it orem has been attributed to the Chinese
does now. mathematical text “Sunzi Suanjing,”
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W. Theodore Koch III which was completed between the third
Niantic, Conn. and fifth centuries A.D., and it plays an
important role in Kurt Gödel’s proof of
CULTURAL STUDIES his incompleteness theorem. Applied
here, it gives the answer to the twins’
Peter Hessler’s nuanced account of his problem as 59.
twin daughters’ schooling in China res- Stephen Isard
onates with my wife’s and my experi- Philadelphia, Pa.
ences (“A Double Education,” July 3rd).
Both of us followed our parents to the •
U.S. as children; returned to China, Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
where we attended local public schools address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
(she in Beijing and I in Tianjin and themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
Shanghai); and then made our way back any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
to the States for college. Hessler cor- of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
JULY 26 – AUGUST 1, 2023
Since 2008, Louis Armstrong’s house in Corona, Queens, where the trumpeter lived from 1943 until his death, in
1971, has been the Louis Armstrong House Museum, celebrating the heroic jazz soloist, beloved entertainer, and
civil-rights activist. Across the street is the new Louis Armstrong Center, an archive, an exhibition space, and a
theatre. The Museum extends Armstrong’s legacy in a concert series, which, on July 4, featured the singer Cather-
ine Russell (above), whose father, Luis, was one of Armstrong’s main musical collaborators in the nineteen-thirties.
Beyoncé
POP Since at least the early twenty-tens, the
pop auteur Beyoncé has also been recognized
as one of the great stage performers of her
generation. She brings presence and pag-
eantry to a massive catalogue, with costume
changes, breathless choreography, and py-
rotechnic vocal runs. A theatricality has de-
fined the presentation of her music since her
video-driven self-titled LP, in 2013, extending
through her 2016 visual album, “Lemonade,”
and her titanic Coachella performance, in
2018, which turned a career retrospective into
a sumptuous communal experience evocative
of H.B.C.U. homecomings. For this world
tour, which is centered on her club-focussed
2022 album, “Renaissance,” she again reimag-
ines her role as an entertainer. Opening for
herself (singing R. & B. ballads from early in
her run), she uses the show’s six-act structure
to set her music in elaborate new contexts—at As Kathleen Hanna’s paradigm-shifting punk quartet, Bikini Kill,
one point, she performs “Virgo’s Groove”
from inside an open clamshell—all while com- was disbanding in the late nineteen-nineties, the feminist musician
manding every single note.—Sheldon Pearce and art agitator began collaging together drum machines, samples,
(MetLife Stadium; July 29-30.) and all manner of D.I.Y. balladry. She crafted the room-of-one’s-own
solo album “Julie Ruin,” and with it envisioned a still vital template
DJ Assault for homespun pop experimentation. “Julie Ruin” begot Le Tigre, the
ELECTRO It’s hard not to laugh at least a lit- prescient electronic trio that Hanna pursued with JD Samson and Jo-
ILLUSTRATION BY TRACY CHAHWAN
Mire Lee
The most salient feature of the site-specific
work of “Mire Lee: Black Moon” is not so
much what Lee, a young Korean artist, has
managed to achieve on her own but what she
has managed to evoke: the overwhelming
presence in her practice of the late sculptor
Eva Hesse. Like the German-born artist, Lee
uses unusual materials—fabric, steel rods,
PVC hoses filled with grease, silicone, oil, and
other substances—to create pieces that seem
to grow and ooze before your very eyes: Lee is
a devotee of the fascinatingly icky. But, unlike
Hesse, the thirty-four-year-old maker wants
her sculptures to feel like “living” experiences,
so, using motors and other gizmos, her plastic
wall pieces and tangle of plastic ropes on the
gallery floor seem to pulsate in an atmosphere
filled with bad air. Lee’s horror-film-influ-
enced work isn’t so much scary—or about
As ardent and effusive as a valentine, “Aliza Nisenbaum: Queens, the horror of our times—as it is derivative,
Lindo y Querido” (at the Queens Museum, through Sept. 10) features irksome, and, ultimately, banal.—Hilton Als
paintings and drawings by this artist and educator, whose portraits (New Museum; through Sept. 19.)
put dazzling public faces on otherwise private lives and intimate
spaces. Nisenbaum, who first taught in Corona in 2012 and was in “Sarah Sze: Timelapse”
residency at the museum from 2021 until June of this year, renders In 1957, while construction was still under
way, Frank Lloyd Wright led a reporter
her sitters—local families, workers, colleagues, and other folks she’s through the Guggenheim. As they ascended
met—with masklike visages in extroverted hues, admitting that artifice, the spiral, Wright said of the oculus overhead,
projection, and perception are all a natural part of image-making. No “You will never lose a sense of the sky.” The
same is true of the museum’s phenomenal
single work can ever epitomize the entirety of a practice, or its ethos, show “Sarah Sze: Timelapse,” and not only
but Nisenbaum’s painting “El Taller, Queens Museum” (from 2023, because it counts, among its seemingly in-
above) just about does it. Depicting her students, all busy creating finite motifs, birds in flight, horizon lines,
and clusters of clouds. From sunset to sun-
self-portraits in one of her workshops, Nisenbaum refracts their faces, rise, when the museum is closed, Sze projects
offering two additional views of her subjects: the first, as reflections in footage of the moon onto the building’s fa-
the mirrors they’re using to study themselves; the second, as they’ve çade, mirroring the lunar phases visible in
the night sky above. Inside, the American
rendered themselves in their own paintings. On an adjacent wall in artist—a MacArthur Fellow, who represented
the museum’s gallery, Nisenbaum installs a buoyant selection of her the U.S. at the 2013 Venice Biennale—unites
students’ work, making vivid how an artist’s hand is never definitive sculpture, painting, photography, drawing,
and video in intricate constellations of every-
but is, invariably, truthful in its own particular way.—Jennifer Krasinski day objects, which seem to be in the process
of making themselves as viewers encounter
them. (All but two of the works here were
conceived specifically for the site.) A little,
sounds of the sixties, the punk those sounds bit of a bummer. Textures stumble over each torn ink-jet image of the night sky appears
helped birth, and perhaps even the mellow other. Shading tries, fretfully, to look 3-D. at the outset of the show, in “Diver,” a land-
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songs that came in between.—Jay Ruttenberg O’Keeffe’s works on paper, however, are so scape of sorts, which lifts the eye from the
(City Winery; July 28-29.) dense with detail that the poster treatment lobby fountain up to the oculus by means
© ALIZA NISENBAUM / COURTESY THE ARTIST / ANTON KERN
would ruin them. “No. 12 Special,” from 1916, of a nearly ninety-foot-long piece of blue
is like a glossary of charcoal’s capabilities: string, a deceptively simple line drawing
thin, slashing lines; plump, leisurely ones; that transforms the empty space encircled by
ART smears pressed into the grain of the page Wright’s ramp into an art-making material
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with a rag or a fingertip. (Most of the pieces unto itself.—Andrea K. Scott (Guggenheim
here were completed by 1917, the year the Museum; Sept. 10.)
“Georgia O’Keeffe: artist turned thirty.) Every generation of
Americans has invented a different O’Keeffe,
To See Takes Time” to match the moment’s predilections. In the
O’Keeffe devoted most of her ninety-eight fifties, she was hailed as the first color-field THE THEATRE
years to grand, sometimes grandiose oil painter; by the sixties, she’d been reimagined
paintings, despite the ample evidence, on as a proto-hippie, dropping out of civiliza-
view in this new show of her works on paper, tion to find herself in the desert; and in the The Doctor
that she was spectacular with charcoal and seventies and eighties a new wave of femi- In “The Doctor,” the writer-director Robert
watercolor. She may be the only famous nists fell hard for her. Who’s the O’Keeffe Icke’s loose, modernized adaptation of Arthur
painter whose greatest hits, in oil, look better of the twenty-twenties? Generalizing about Schnitzler’s “Professor Bernhardi,” from 1912,
in reproduction; to find one in a museum and your own era is a mug’s game, but, if this Juliet Stevenson maintains a sense of matter
see what all the glossy posters are hiding is a exhibition is any indication, ours is a jittery, under strain; her motive force sometimes
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ment comes through loud and clear.—Helen business. Plus, Dehnert has co-written, with fizzle happening in the story itself.—H.S.
Shaw (Reviewed in our issue of 7/3/23.) (Park André Pluess, a set of terrific rock and pop (Marcus Garvey Park; through July 29.)
Avenue Armory; through Aug. 19.) songs which punctuate the action, abstractly
distilling the characters’ emotions. Adding
to the musicality, much of the play’s poetry
Flex is in rhymed couplets, perfect for working DANCE
In this new comedy of ethics by Candrice into hip-hop beats, and for skillfully deflating
Jones, five Plainnole, Arkansas, high-school the male ego. There are four pairs of lovers—
seniors on the 1998 Lady Train basketball actually, five, maybe five and half, but who’s SummerStage
team drill their five-pass defense strategy counting? It’s all grist for the comedic mill, The vocalist Aaron Marcellus, a soulful mas-
while also boning up on their sportsman- the talent of the company, and the verbal bril- ter both of his physical instrument and of the
ship fundamentals—some of which apply liance of William Shakespeare.—Ken Marks electronic self-multiplication of it, first met the
beyond the court. “A foul don’t exist if a (Garrison, N.Y.; through Aug. 27. Running in tap dancer Michelle Dorrance many years ago,
whistle don’t blow,” claims the ultra-driven repertory with “Henry V.”) when he attended her tap class. They’ve been
point guard Starra (Erica Matthews), who friends and colleagues ever since, but only last
eventually admits to sabotaging one of her year did Marcellus compose a complete work
own teammates; the resulting blowback rips Malvolio for her company, Dorrance Dance. “45th &
the squad apart. Jones hits a difficult drama- Last season, Allen Gilmore stole the show 8th” is undergirded by soul and funk, a series of
turgical shot, treating her characters’ widely as Malvolio in the Classical Theatre of Har- dance-and-music conversations with the music
varying concerns with the weight that teen- lem’s “Twelfth Night,” so it’s a delight that taking the lead. At this free SummerStage show
agers themselves feel, so questions of who the actor returns, in triumph, for a verse se- in Central Park, co-presented by “Works & Pro-
might get recruited, who got pregnant, and quel by C.T.H.’s playwright-in-residence, cess,” the piece is preceded by a forty-five-min-
who hit the buzzer beater during regionals Betty Shamieh. (Falstaff shouldn’t be the ute set by the singer and his Marcellus Collec-
all exert the same terrible pressure. Renita only Shakespearean fool to get a spinoff.) tive.—Brian Seibert (Rumsey Playfield; July 26.)
Lewis stands out as the Lady Train’s funniest
asset, turning her wry eye to a future beyond
Plainnole, and Christiana Clark excels as the CONTEMPORARY DANCE
girls’ coach, a near-fantasy of tough-talking,
warmhearted mentorship. The end of Lile-
ana Blain-Cruz’s production does get a little A few years ago, Oona Doherty burst
faint in the paint, but for most of the show’s
two hours and twenty minutes the director out of Belfast and onto the global dance
steers all her players to a consistent level scene with a rough-edged charisma—
of excellence.—H.S. (Mitzi E. Newhouse; tough on the outside and sensitive
through Aug. 20.)
deeper down—and fascinating works
in which she inhabited the masculine
Just for Us posturing of Belfast youth. Her com-
David Yosef Shimon ben Elazar Reuven Al-
exander Halevi Edelman—he goes by Alex pany, Oona Doherty/OD Works, makes
Edelman—is, as he will hasten to confirm, a its début at Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festi-
very obviously Jewish comedian. In his one- val (in Becket, Mass., July 26-30) with
man show, directed by Adam Brace (trans-
ferred, after an extended run at the Cherry one of those early works, “Hope Hunt
Lane in 2021-22, to Broadway), he tells the and the Ascension Into Lazarus,” which
insane and uproarious tale of the night he struggles toward a dance equivalent of
gate-crashed a meeting of sixteen white na-
tionalists in an apartment in Queens. Among resurrection or heavenly assumption.
ILLUSTRATION BY DROR COHEN
Edelman’s many strengths as a writer and It’s paired with the U.S. première of the
a performer is his exceptional eye for the ensemble piece “Navy Blue.” A pack of
absurd, not least in the way he details his
hunger for approval, even when surrounded dancers huddles and trembles, then falls
by neo-Nazis. Like all great comedy sets, this at the sound of gunshots, as Doherty,
one contains a bunch of fake-outs: a barrage in voice-over, comments acerbically on
of self-described “dumb jokes” that are actu-
ally pretty smart; a seemingly offhand, me- politics, her production budget, and
andering yarn that turns out to be minutely cosmic insignificance.—Brian Seibert
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portrayed by contemporary greats, including David Murray and Geri Allen. scopic precision to cosmic turbulence.—R.B.
COURTESY MUBI
The suave yet brutal Seldom is the film’s font of hard wisdom and firsthand (Streaming on Apple TV, Kanopy, and Prime Video.)
social critique, laying bare the hatred on which American society runs and the
lies with which pop culture covers it up; in one riff, Altman debunks Holly- For more reviews, visit
wood more decisively than he did in all of “The Player.”—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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A soft pretzel dressed with mustard There are, of course, many valid rea-
and a tin of mussels escabeche (from sons not to consume dairy. No dairy
Minnow, the preserved-fish line by the does not necessarily mean no ice cream,
TABLES FOR TWO owners of Cervo’s and Hart’s), served especially in the past few years, as ingre-
with matzo and more butter, made dients such as cashew milk and coconut
Ice Cream Is Good for You for a perfect second course. To drink: cream have been taken to new heights,
rosé (providing a dose of resveratrol, a but it does typically mean no soft serve.
According to nutritionists, wine will compound found in wine which some Enter Morgenstern’s Bananas, a new
either extend your life or shorten it. believe protects the heart) and Figlia venture from the ice-cream impresa-
Until recently, I was unaware that the Fiore, a non-alcoholic aperitif made rio Nick Morgenstern, in the site of
same can be said of ice cream. An arti- with rose extract, bitter orange rind, his original store (2 Rivington St.; soft
cle in The Atlantic reported on a funny and ginseng, among other ingredients. serve $5.55-$9.99). This is not a place
phenomenon: to the surprise, dismay, Call it a prelude to a sundae. Caleta specializing, as I first assumed, in ba-
PHOTOGRAPH BY EVAN ANGELASTRO FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
and—to read between the lines—em- is the first retail operation from Javier nana soft serve (also known as “banana
barrassment of experts, more than one Zuñiga and Jesse Merchant Zuñiga, a whip” or “nice cream”), for which the
legitimate scientific study has sug- married couple, both restaurant vets, frozen fruit is blended, sometimes with
gested that the consumption of ice who started, in 2020, an ice-cream add-ins, to surprisingly creamy effect.
cream might mitigate or even prevent brand called Bad Habit, previously sold Only one of the non-dairy soft-serve
diabetes. And so, depending on how in pints and through stockists only. At flavors here contains bananas: banana
you read the data, a visit to Caleta, a Caleta, they offer their French-style vanilla, with a base of coconut cream.
natural-wine bar slash ice-cream par- (i.e., custard-based) flavors by both the The flavors are each made with a
lor in the East Village (131 Ave. A; pint and the scoop. (They also host the unique recipe, served in a brightly col-
bar bites and ice cream $5.50-$16), is occasional wine-and-sorbet tasting.) ored rainbow of squiggles. The other
either an exercise in hedonistic excess The details of the sundae shift regularly. day, I ordered a pair of lovely, refreshing
or a wellness retreat. Perhaps it’s the Mine featured toasted-milk ice cream, twists, dispensed neatly into a single
same difference when you consider the topped with crunchy chunks of sweet, cup. One side featured Mucho Mango,
mental-health potential: by the end of sticky honeycomb, a big dollop of soft made with mango and orange purées,
a recent date there, a friend and I were whipped cream, a drizzle of chocolate and Sumo Strawberry, made with
both very, very happy. sauce, and a maraschino cherry. strawberry and mandarin purées plus
We started with bar bites, all of It was messy and glorious and over rice milk. On the other side was Coco-
them. There was a dish of glossy mixed too fast. I took home souvenirs: pints nut Thai Tea (coconut milk, rice milk,
olives, marinated with piparra peppers of a super-rich orange creamsicle, with tea, sweet potato) and Ube Cookies N’
in yuzu-kosho olive oil, and a crusty, big swirls of real pulp; peanut strac- Cream, made with purple yam and real
squishy half of a sourdough baguette, ciatella, flecked with shards of semi- Oreos, which happen to be dairy-free.
which we ripped into hunks to smear sweet chocolate; and a zesty pomegran- —Hannah Goldfield
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THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT twenty. Haley is hovering at about five Cannon, who is presiding, set a trial date
TRIAL RUN per cent, somewhere between Senator of May 20, 2024—a day before the Ken-
Tim Scott and former Vice-President tucky and the Oregon primaries.Trump’s
“ H ow does this indictment affect
his candidacy?” Bill Hemmer, of
Mike Pence. Trump, for all his drama,
isn’t a distraction from what the G.O.P.
lawyers had wanted to wait until after
Election Day; prosecutors had hoped
Fox News, asked the former South Car- is; in many ways, he is the G.O.P. And for this December, but conceded that
olina governor Nikki Haley last week. the various cases against Trump aren’t a the timing would be “aggressive,” in part
The candidacy in question was, of course, distraction preventing people from as- because of the question of how classi-
that of former President Donald Trump. sessing him. Instead, they provide an al- fied evidence should be handled.Trump’s
The indictment being discussed was one most encyclopedic guide to his political lawyers will need to obtain clearances
that Trump, in a Truth Social post last and personal character. before they can even look at some of
week, said he expected any day after re- Haley is right that the cases, crimi- the discovery material.
ceiving a so-called target letter from the nal and civil, are going to keep on com- Making this all more complicated is
special counsel Jack Smith, on charges ing. The District of Columbia is where the fact that, in Georgia, Fani Willis,
related to Trump’s actions in the pre- Smith is pursuing his January 6th case, the Fulton County District Attorney,
lude to the January 6, 2021, assault on while in Florida he has brought a thirty- appears to be close to indicting Trump
the Capitol. It would be his third crim- eight-count indictment alleging that in her own investigation of his efforts
inal indictment in about four months. Trump, with the help of an employee, to overturn the 2020 vote. She is report-
And, Haley told Hemmer, “it’s going to Waltine Nauta, retained sensitive doc- edly looking at state election and rack-
keep on going. I mean, the rest of this uments in violation of the Espionage eteering laws, while Smith, based on
primary election is going to be in refer- Act. (Trump and Nauta have pleaded what’s known of the target letter, seems
ence to Trump, it’s going to be about not guilty.) Last Friday, Judge Aileen to be pursuing charges of fraud, ob-
lawsuits, it’s going to be about legal fees, structing an official proceeding, and the
it’s going to be about judges, and it’s just violation of a civil-rights statute. Wil-
going to continue to be a further and lis won a victory last week when the
further distraction.” Georgia Supreme Court turned down
Haley is herself running for the Re- Trump’s request that it block her work
publican nomination, so perhaps what because, in effect, he didn’t think she
she means is that Trump’s legal troubles was being fair to him.
are a distraction from her own campaign, Judging from the witnesses who have
or from the picture she wishes voters been called, both Smith’s and Willis’s
had of the Republican Party. “We can’t January 6th investigations are looking
keep dealing with this drama, we can’t at the “fake electors scheme.” This was,
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
keep dealing with the negativity,” she allegedly, a Trump-team plan to intro-
said. (One wonders how she managed duce “alternative” slates of electors, when
to spend almost two years in Trump’s Congress assembled on January 6th, for
Cabinet, as the Ambassador to the a number of states that President Joe
United Nations.) And yet, in a crowded Biden won; Vice-President Pence would
primary field, Trump is polling around then refuse to count the real votes or,
fifty per cent, while his closest compet- at least, adjourn the session, claiming
itor, Ron DeSantis, comes in at roughly that the states were in dispute. Pence
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 11
didn’t go along with the scheme, but defamation suit brought by E. Jean Car- hopelessly compromised; millions of
Trump partisans in several states went roll (in the first case, Trump was also Trump supporters already believe this
so far as to sign certificates falsely iden- found liable for sexual abuse), with a to be the case. Republicans have been
tifying themselves as the duly elected trial date of January 15th. playing on that distrust to defend the
electors. The Attorney General of Mich- The calendar is getting crowded. Per- former President. (Last week, Kevin
igan, Dana Nessel, indicted sixteen of haps January 6th trials in Georgia or McCarthy, the Speaker of the House,
these individuals last week, on charges D.C. can be squeezed in between the suggested that Trump’s target letter was
of forgery. (Trump himself is not a de- Florida trial and the Republican Na- distracting from a House hearing about
fendant.) A parallel investigation is tional Convention in Milwaukee, in July. Hunter Biden.)
under way in Arizona. The one date that can’t be erased from Voters will have enough to do just
In New York, Alvin Bragg, the Man- Trump’s calendar is Election Day, at keeping the various cases straight. We
hattan D.A., has indicted Trump on least not without the help of Republi- might need a good mnemonic to keep
thirty-four counts of falsifying business can primary voters. A felony conviction track of them all, or at least a map with
records, related to his alleged payment does not prevent anyone from running a lot of pushpins. A summary of the
of hush money to Stormy Daniels, the for the Presidency, or from winning it. most recent spate of legal news sounds
adult-film actress. (Trump has pleaded Putting a leading Presidential can- like the recitation of a days-of-the-week
not guilty.) The trial is scheduled for didate on trial, or trials, ahead of an elec- nursery rhyme: Target letter Sunday;
March 25th—between the Louisiana tion is a risky endeavor. That doesn’t Georgia Supreme Court Monday; Flor-
and the Wisconsin primaries. New York mean it shouldn’t be done; accounta- ida hearing Tuesday; Hush-money rul-
is also the site of a number of civil cases bility matters. But it must be done well ing Wednesday. Soon, it may seem that
in which Trump is embroiled, includ- and as transparently as possible. Do it every week has a frenzied agenda: Fri-
ing a fraud suit brought by Attorney wrong and the public may become in- day, say, a debate; Monday, a subpoena;
General Letitia James, which is slated creasingly convinced that both the legal Tuesday, a vote—or a verdict.
to go to trial in October; and a second and the electoral systems have been —Amy Davidson Sorkin
DEMOCRACY AT WORK transit cops, more than thirteen thou- front row, was a wispy, gray-haired man
TAKE A HIKE sand personal-injury claims and lawsuits, wearing yellow wooden clogs and a char-
a debt so big (forty-eight billion dollars coal suit. He turned to his neighbor and
and counting) that it’s roughly equiva- quietly said, “I eat five to ten pounds of
lent to New Jersey’s annual budget, and fresh fruit and vegetables a day.”
a much contested plan to toll drivers be- Attendees took turns speaking. A
tween five and twenty-three bucks for State Assembly member said, “We could
entering the area below Sixtieth Street have increased revenue and avoided this
n October, 1904, a middle-aged woman in Manhattan—voted to raise subway by taxing the rich!” A state senator said,
I from Brooklyn, as one story goes,
bought the first subway ticket in New
and bus fares by five per cent.
“A fifteen-cent fare hike! Unbeliev-
“I ask you to reconsider your decisions!”
A college student said, “Fifteen cents
York City. The train ran from City Hall able!” Howard Birnbaum said, on a can determine our future!”
to Harlem—nine miles, twenty-eight morning in June, before taking a seat at Near the restrooms, on the twenti-
stations. The green paper pass cost five one of several town halls that were con- eth floor, someone asked Richard Davey,
cents, just a penny less than a can of vened downtown, at the M.T.A.’s head- who oversees subways and buses for the
Campbell’s tomato soup. Ticket prices quarters, to discuss the increase. He had M.T.A., what he thought about the com-
didn’t increase until after the Second bags under his eyes, stains on his jeans, plaints. He responded like a politician:
World War, in 1948, when the cost of a a pen in his shirt pocket, and, like hun- “The Legislature and the governor gave
one-way trip rose to a dime, which was dreds of others who attended, concerns us the resources to keep the cost below
the going rate for most things around about change: “Two-ninety? Why can’t three dollars, and we’re grateful to do
town, including soup. The price of tak- you make it an even three dollars? Fif- that.” Of the subway fare, he said, “It’s
ing the train has inched ever upward. teen cents? It makes no sense!” still a bargain!”
Two dimes for a subway token, in the Down the hall, in a huge room The meetings went on for three days.
late sixties, became a buck twenty-five adorned with American flags and CCTV Democracy in action: M.T.A. officials
for a single-ride MetroCard, in 1993. cameras, a couple of regular town-hall yawned, drank deli coffee, listened, pre-
Nowadays, the going rate for an Apple attendees cracked jokes about the M.T.A. tended to listen, laughed, checked their
Pay iPhone tap is two dollars and sev- (“More Tolls Ahead,” “Money Thrown phones.
enty-five cents. Last week, the M.T.A.— Away,”“Missing Trains’ A.C.,”“Mother- Andrew Rein, of the Citizens Bud-
which is responsible for the subway sys- fucking Transit Authority.”) A few cops, get Commission, said, “We support the
tem (four hundred and seventy-two who were there to make sure that noth- proposed fare and toll increase, since
stations, six hundred and sixty-five miles ing got out of hand, stood around, shift- it is essential for the M.T.A.’s fiscal
of track), two tunnels, fifty-eight hun- ing their weight from one leg to the health.” Adrian Horczak, who wore a
dred buses, seven bridges, twelve hundred other. Sitting next to Birnbaum, in the retroreflective vest, asked, “The fare is
12 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
going to increase, but is the service going mous role. By the time Robert Shaw
to be any better?” A guy who gave his played Quint, he had received an Oscar
name as Mr. X said, “What you’re doing nomination for “A Man for All Seasons”
is confusing, annoying, disturbing— and appeared in “From Russia with Love”
and confusing.” and “The Sting.” A voracious drinker,
At one point, a man named Greg- he was often cast as macho men and
ory Thomas approached the micro- heavies, but he was an affectionate dad,
phone and went off topic. “I’m just ask- Ian said. He had ten children with three
ing the M.T.A. to help me,” he said. wives, including a stepson; Ian is the
“I’ve got a big toll bill, and I’m disabled ninth, and the only one to become an
from Ground Zero. I have the lungs of actor. His father died in 1978, when Ian
an eighty-year-old man, and I’m sixty was eight. His renewed interest in “Jaws”
years old. Two heart attacks! I’ve got a resulted in a behind-the-scenes play,
new job starting Monday, at J.F.K., but “The Shark Is Broken,” which Shaw
they’re taking the car from me because wrote with Joseph Nixon. It premièred
I haven’t paid the tolls. I can’t re-regis- at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, in
ter my vehicle. I’m only asking for help.” 2019, then played the West End. It be-
The room went quiet; everyone was ac- gins previews this week on Broadway,
tually listening. “I don’t want to sit home at the Golden Theatre, where Shaw’s Ian Shaw
and watch soap operas. I don’t want to mother, the actress Mary Ure, once
do none of that. I just want to get to starred in “Look Back in Anger.” Alex remembers playing on the beach. “Film
work. I’ve made numerous phone calls Brightman and Colin Donnell play sets are just dull,” he admitted.
to the M.T.A., but no one can help me, Dreyfuss and Roy Scheider, respectively. The “Jaws” set, however, was a legend-
so that’s why I’m here tonight. I just Ian Shaw plays his father. ary disaster. The fake sharks, which had
need help. I need a payment plan. You Shaw fils, at fifty-three, is a gentler been tested in a freshwater tank, mal-
will get your money! I just need my ve- soul than Shaw père. “I’m not fearless functioned in salt water. The shoot went
hicle to get to work.” Then he sat down, and so, well, alpha male. But I’m hon- more than a hundred days over sched-
and listened for a while before taking est, which is what he was, I think. And ule, and the crew nearly turned muti-
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the subway home. it felt fearless to attempt this,” he said, nous. Quint’s fishing boat, the Orca, sank.
—Adam Iscoe of the play. It was early morning, before Shaw and Dreyfuss squabbled. “Robert,
a rehearsal, and Shaw, having grown perhaps, was trying to school him, be-
THE BOARDS muttonchops to go with his Quint mus- cause he thought that Richard was a bit
ALPHA FILS tache, was aboard the Wavertree, an 1885 vain,” Shaw said. One day, his father was
cargo ship moored at the South Street pouring a drink between takes and Drey-
Seaport. An aide from the Seaport Mu- fuss hurled the glass through a porthole.
seum, which maintains the vessel, showed On days off, Robert flew to Bermuda
him into the crew’s quarters. Shaw felt and brought Ian, who was unaware that
the floor rock. “We’re doing some move- his father was trying to spread out his
ment in the play, and it’s very nice to working days in the U.S., to avoid a tax
everal years ago, the British actor Ian feel this slight unsteadiness,” he said. penalty. Researching the play, he culled
S Shaw looked in the mirror and saw
the face of Quint, the grizzled, Ahab-
Growing up in Ireland, he would take
a ferry to and from boarding school in
from books, documentaries, family sto-
ries, a fan site called the Daily Jaws, and
esque shark hunter from Steven Spiel- England. “That was just a nightmare, even his father’s “drinking diary,” in which
berg’s “Jaws.” Shaw had grown a Quint- because I was so seasick,” he went on. Robert recorded the booze he did—and
like mustache for a role, but, more to He had just scotched an outing to Rock- didn’t—resist. “You see a portrait of some-
the point, he’d reached roughly the age away Beach, after his driver told him one who is really struggling to win a bat-
at which his father, Robert Shaw, had about a recent spate of shark sightings. tle, but they’re losing,” Ian said.
played Quint in the movie: “I thought, He sat in the captain’s saloon, where The play builds toward the famous
I really look like my dad when he was an antique map of New York Bay lay “U.S.S. Indianapolis” speech, in which
in ‘Jaws’!” In the nineties, in Birming- unfurled on a table. When he was five, Quint recounts undertaking a wartime
ham, the younger Shaw had auditioned in 1974, he visited his father on the set mission to deliver the Hiroshima bomb
for a production of “Hamlet” directed of “Jaws,” on Martha’s Vineyard. He re- and watching his shipmates get devoured
by Richard Dreyfuss, and excitedly told members meeting one of the three me- by sharks. Robert wrote the final version
him that he was the son of Dreyfuss’s chanical sharks (collectively nicknamed of the speech, which was originally sev-
“Jaws” co-star. Instead of embracing him, Bruce, after Spielberg’s lawyer), which eral pages long. His son delivers it on-
Shaw recalled, Dreyfuss looked “like I’d terrified him. He also met the twenty- stage every night. “When I started, it
punched him in the stomach.” seven-year-old director: “Looking back, felt like a huge responsibility,” he said.
These twin events inspired Shaw to I thought, He looks quite young to be He studied his father’s performance
retrace the steps of his father’s most fa- telling my dad what to do.” Mostly, he closely: the way he removes his cap; his
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 13
mordant laugh after growling, “No dis- ing on his phone. “And, you’ll see, they’re Reserve raised interest rates, and bitcoin
tress signal had been sent.” “It’s been in going to charge me—I think it’s eight and Ethereum began to fall. FTX, the
my blood for years, though,” the younger per cent.” He tapped the screen. “In order giant crypto trading exchange founded
Shaw said. “Because I’ve always loved to do the transaction, you’ve got to pay by Sam Bankman-Fried, filed for bank-
the film. If I wasn’t anything to do with a ‘miner’s fee,’ for the computers, and an ruptcy, and, in December, Bankman-Fried
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Robert Shaw, I’d be a ‘Jaws’ fan anyway.” A.T.M. fee,” he went on. “It’s all kinds was charged with fraud. (He denies the
—Michael Schulman of bananas.” After inserting his debit charges.) That month, McKenzie testi-
card and entering a long code from his fied before the Senate Banking Com-
TEST-DRIVE DEPT. phone into the A.T.M., he asked to buy mittee. “By the time the dust settles,” he
DO YOU TAKE BITCOIN? thirty dollars’ worth of bitcoin. (“That’s told the senators, “crypto may well rep-
how much the Salvadorans were given resent a fraud at least ten times bigger
by their beneficent President when he than Madoff.”
introduced cryptocurrency as legal ten- He decided to road test his thesis
der in El Salvador.”) In a few minutes, some more. At a Starbucks, he asked a
McKenzie’s app showed that he had suc- barista, “Do you guys take bitcoin?”
cessfully obtained 0.00085672 of a bitcoin. The barista furrowed her brow: “Is
“ T his is the decentralized future of
money,” the actor and cryptocur-
He approached the counter at Hot
Dog King and ordered a burger, hold-
it like a debit card or credit card?”
“It’s on this app,” McKenzie said.
rency skeptic Ben McKenzie said the ing up his phone to show the app. A “Does it have, like, a barcode we can
other day. “This is freedom. Don’t you man in a backward ball cap laughed and scan?” the woman asked. McKenzie
feel free?” He was standing in front of waved him away. “We don’t take any bit- shook his head. “Has anyone ever told
a battered LibertyX A.T.M., by Fulton coin here,” he said. you you look like the guy from ‘Go-
Hot Dog King, in Brooklyn. “Buy Bit- McKenzie, who had roles in “The tham’?” she asked.
coin on every block,” the machine’s screen O.C.,” “Southland,” and “Gotham,” is an “No, never,” McKenzie said, then
read. McKenzie believes that most of unlikely Cassandra of the crypto bubble. copped to it. He blushed and produced
the crypto industry operates like a pyr- When the pandemic stopped show busi- a credit card to pay for his Frappuccino.
amid scheme. “Regular people put the ness in its tracks, McKenzie, stuck at Next, he wandered into a Citizens Bank
real money in, and they provide the home with his wife and children, started branch to see if he could open an ac-
liquidity for all these other people to feeling anxious about the future. A col- count, transfer the bitcoin into it, and
engage in shenanigans—fraud, money lege friend suggested that he buy bit- withdraw it as cash. A banker behind a
laundering, sanctions evasion, tax eva- coin. Cryptocurrency prices were rising desk told him that he’d have to open a
sion, avoiding capital controls,” he said. as people made bets with their Covid brokerage account somewhere else, trans-
He recalled overhearing, during school stimulus checks. After looking into it, fer the bitcoin into it, and then transfer
pickup, a mom in “head-to-toe Lulu- McKenzie concluded that most crypto- it to Citizens as dollars.
lemon” urging another mom to invest currencies were essentially worthless and McKenzie entered a pizzeria and or-
in a digital coin that she was pushing. that the industry was rife with scams. dered two slices. “Do you guys take bit-
“Peak absurdity,” he said. He rented an office near his house in coin?” he asked.
To test how overhyped crypto is, Brooklyn and holed up there, eating ed- “Excuse me?” a counterman said.
McKenzie wanted to acquire some bit- ibles and reading books about tulip ma- “Bitcoin?” McKenzie said, louder.
coin and try to spend it. “You need not nias and the history of Ponzi schemes. “I have a quarter, I have a dime, I
just one app, you need two,” he said, swip- He wondered if he should go public with have a nickel,” the man said, spreading
his views. “I’m a middle-aged guy, mildly some change on the counter. McKen-
1
depressed, in the middle of a career tran- zie pulled out his wallet.
sition—what do I have to lose?” he re- —Sheelah Kolhatkar
members thinking. “If I’m right, the up-
side is very high. And the downside is, ON THE WATER
I look like an idiot.” He decided to write NOT A SHARK
a book with the journalist Jacob Silver-
man. (They had some trouble finding
a publisher at first; concerns about the
former teen idol’s limited credentials
prompted one editor to ask, “Why isn’t
Paul Krugman writing this book?”) “Easy
Money: Cryptocurrency, Casino Capi- asteShark is not a shark. It is an
talism, and the Golden Age of Fraud”
was published last week.
W unmanned watercraft that its cre-
ators named for a shark, owing to sim-
In May, 2022, a few months after ilarities between how WasteShark col-
McKenzie started to work on the book, lects its prey and the feeding habits of
Ben McKenzie the crypto market crashed. The Federal the Rhincodon typus, or whale shark.
14 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
Cruising slowly, the whale shark takes
in water and filters it for plankton and
krill; WasteShark, meanwhile, filters
urban waters for trash. But, whereas the
whale shark can grow to the length of a
subway car, WasteShark is only five feet
long, three and a half feet wide, and a
foot and a half thick. As the bright-orange
fibreglass craft floated on the Hudson
River recently, off Pier 40—collecting
trash at or near the surface in its wire-
basket-like interior—it looked less like
a fish than like something accidentally
dropped from a cruise liner. “I thought
it was somebody’s luggage,” a member
of the Village Community Boathouse
said, after WasteShark whisked past.
When full, WasteShark’s hold is emp-
tied by its minders—in this case, Car-
rie Roble, a scientist who is in charge of
research and education at Hudson River
Park, and Siddhartha Hayes, who over-
sees the park’s environmental monitor-
ing. Hayes grew up jumping into swim-
ming holes in the Catskills, while Roble
• •
swam in metropolitan Detroit, afford-
ing her insight into a still widely held day for fresh air. A wake caused by senger jets. “Or maybe googly eyes,”
view of urban rivers. “I used to swim in a ferry buffeted the dock, sending an she said.
the Detroit River, and people would see observer to his knees. Hayes knelt by Chavez attributed her immediate
me and say, ‘I can’t wait to see your third WasteShark, touching its stern. “O.K., proficiency to her gaming skills, re-
arm,’” she said. so these are the thrusters,” he said, press- cently honed via the latest Legend of
WasteShark, which costs twenty thou- ing the start button. “I’m holding it Zelda game, Tears of the Kingdom. She
sand dollars, is joining the park’s scien- until it’s blue.” handed the controller to Valdez, who
tific team more as mascot than as player. Roble detailed WasteShark’s fea- steered WasteShark toward the West
Roble hopes that it will generate inter- tures—a camera, sensors for measuring Street shore. “I think it handles well,”
est among passersby and among “field depth and temperature—while manag- he said.
assistants” (interns), who will pilot the ing expectations. In 2020, Roble and “They are the guinea pigs, and they
trash-eating drone this summer. “We Hayes published, in the Marine Pollu- are basically loving it,” Roble said, pleased.
see WasteShark as a tool,” she said. tion Bulletin, a comprehensive analysis A waft of trash came up from under
WasteShark’s latest test run in the of the lower Hudson estuary’s high the pier, and a gaggle of high schoolers
Hudson happened to take place on the levels of microplastics, against which walked out onto the pier to take pic-
very day that forest fires in Quebec turned WasteShark is powerless. WasteShark tures of the orange sky. “It’s the end of
New York into a Mars-scape, adding a is the robotic assistant to a volunteer the world,” one of them shouted—then
sense of urgency to WasteShark’s mis- shoreline trash pickup. “For that plas- he spotted WasteShark. “Wait, are you
sion. As Roble and Hayes wheeled it out tic water bottle that is just out of reach,” guys monitoring something?”
on a dolly from Pier 40’s Wetlab, the Roble explained. After an hour, WasteShark was heaved
park’s aquarium and field station, they They lowered WasteShark off the onto the dock, and Roble and Hayes,
donned N95 masks and life jackets, and edge and, with a handheld controller, wearing surgical gloves, picked through
were joined by two interns: Vivian turned on the thrusters, which propelled its haul: a baseball, bits of wood, a Diet
Chavez, a student at the Borough of the craft quietly. Chavez took the con- Coke can, a water chestnut, a cigar wrap-
Manhattan Community College, and trols. “It kind of feels like you’re walk- per, a toy-A.T.V. part (“Always a lot of
Stefan Valdez, from Lehman College, in ing your pet,” Roble told her, “’cause we toys,” Roble said), an amphipod, a glop
the Bronx. end up following it along.” of gray mush not immediately identifi-
They lugged WasteShark down a As the skies darkened, Chavez smiled able, a bag of Utz barbecue-flavored Rip-
gangway to a dock floating in a cove and set a course for some rejectamenta. ples, bladder wrack, seaweed (“Good ad-
bounded by Pier 40 and the pier lead- Roble mused about potential attach- aptation,” Hayes said), a Canada-goose
ing to the Holland Tunnel ventilation ments, including one that resembles an gosling (deceased), a coffee-cup lid, and
shaft—discharging carbon monoxide Arctic fox, to deter congregating Can- an Amazon bag.
and pulling in what was passing that ada geese, which are a threat to pas- —Robert Sullivan
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 15
petually at the center of dozens of law-
ANNALS OF LAW suits, and he has historically relied on
establishment law firms for help. To
COURTING FAME
handle the S.E.C. investigation, he
turned to Williams & Connolly, an old-
school Washington firm. For a suit aris-
How Alex Spiro became the trial lawyer celebrities want on their side. ing from Tesla’s takeover of a solar-panel
manufacturer, he brought in the élite
BY SHEELAH KOLHATKAR corporate firm of Cravath, Swaine &
Moore. To handle the potential defa-
mation suit, however, Musk sought more
aggressive representation. After briefly
engaging Hueston Hennigan, a bou-
tique practice in California, he reached
out to a scrappy thirty-six-year-old at-
torney named Alex Spiro.
A partner at Quinn Emanuel Ur-
quhart & Sullivan, Spiro has, in recent
years, become one of the best-known
trial lawyers in the country, a feat attrib-
utable to a streak of victories in high-
profile cases and to frequent appearances
in popular media outlets ranging from
the Washington Post and the New York
Post to the Shade Room and TMZ. A
graduate of Tufts University and Har-
vard Law School, he possesses a plain-
spoken charm that clients and juries find
beguiling. With that common touch,
he’s come to specialize in protecting the
rich and famous from the consequences
of their poorest decisions.
Spiro represented Robert Kraft, the
owner of the New England Patriots,
who was accused of solicitation at the
Orchids of Asia massage parlor in Ju-
piter, Florida (charges dropped). He de-
fended the twenty-two-year-old son of
the industrialist Peter Brant and the su-
permodel Stephanie Seymour when the
n the summer of 2018, four years be- Soon afterward, Musk tweeted about young man, inebriated at J.F.K. Airport,
I fore he bought Twitter, the entre-
preneur Elon Musk was facing legal
Tesla, the electric-car company that he
runs: “Am considering taking Tesla pri-
punched a Port Authority police offi-
cer (charges dismissed after community
consequences for two of his more reck- vate at $420. Funding secured.” To many service). He came to the aid of Alec
less forays on the social-media plat- people, the message suggested that Musk Baldwin after the actor accidentally shot
form. A boys’ soccer team in Thailand had arranged a buyout of the company; and killed a cinematographer with a
had been trapped in a flooded cave for Tesla’s stock price rose almost eleven prop gun on the set of the movie “Rust”
more than two weeks, and a caver in- per cent by the end of the day. A week (charges dropped). He has represented
volved in the rescue said on CNN that later, however, the Times reported that Jay-Z in multiple disputes, and Megan
a bespoke submarine Musk had sent the potential backer, Saudi Arabia’s Pub- Thee Stallion, after Tory Lanez shot
to save the children was a “PR stunt.” lic Investment Fund, had never agreed her at a party. He also does the kind of
Infuriated, Musk told his twenty-two to a deal. The stock price dropped, in- pro-bono work that makes headlines:
million Twitter followers, without basis vestors claimed that they had lost money assisting Kim Kardashian in her cam-
in fact, that the caver, Vernon Unsworth, as a result, and the Securities and Ex- paign against wrongful convictions, and
was a “pedo guy.” The tweet went viral, change Commission began investigat- pushing for prison reform in Missis-
and Unsworth’s attorney threatened to ing Musk for securities fraud. sippi with Jay-Z.
sue Musk for defamation. Musk, like many billionaires, is per- When Musk asked him to meet,
Spiro flew to San Francisco from New
Spiro is “a bit of a cowboy, and he’s very good at it,” an opposing lawyer says. York, dropped off his bags at a hotel,
16 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 PHOTOGRAPH BY GILLIAN LAUB
and headed to the Tesla headquarters, Spiro—had no case. David Lat, a for- of Unsworth’s lawyers, told me. “He
in Palo Alto. He was left there to wait mer federal prosecutor who writes the framed the case as this sort of back-and-
for hours. (Spiro’s ego rivals that of legal newsletter “Original Jurisdiction,” forth joke: Why are we in court over this
many of the plutocrats and celebrities said, “A lot of us thought Musk was toast.” ‘pedo guy’ tweet?” What had started out
he represents, but he must suppress it At the trial, which took place in Los as a serious matter—a heroic volunteer
when cultivating a new client.) Finally, Angeles, Spiro portrayed Unsworth— being falsely branded a child molester—
Musk emerged, apologetic, and told who testified that being branded a pe- suddenly seemed no more than a petty
Spiro he was headed to L.A., and that dophile had made him feel “humili- accusation, a waste of the jury’s time.
their meeting would happen on the ated, ashamed,” and effectively sentenced After less than an hour of deliberation,
way. Spiro thought ruefully of the lug- by popular opinion to a “life sentence the jury returned a verdict of not guilty.
gage sitting in his hotel room as he fol- without parole”—as an egomaniacal “My faith in humanity is restored,”
lowed Musk to his private plane. (Musk bully. The true victim, in Spiro’s tell- Musk said as he left the courtroom. Wil-
did not respond to The New Yorker’s re- ing, was Musk, an idealist and a busi- son, for his part, thinks that humanity
quest for comment.) ness visionary who had been unjustly might be better off, and public discourse
After asking Spiro a variety of mettle- injured by the caver’s disparagement of more civil, had Unsworth prevailed. “I
testing questions, Musk hired him to his submarine. As Spiro recalled to me, do think that Twitter and social media
handle the repercussions of his “pedo “They wanted to make the case about in general would be a bit different if we
guy” tweet—a situation that Musk had the rich billionaire who decided to de- had not lost that case,” Wilson said.
recently made even worse. He had apol- fame this guy, and I wasn’t going to do Before long, Musk would call on Spiro
ogized to Unsworth and deleted the of- that. I was going to tell the story of again. With the help of his Williams &
fensive tweet, but he had also scrambled how he went there to save these kids, Connolly counsel, Musk had settled with
to find evidence against the caver. Might not about the fucking spelunker who the S.E.C. over the “funding secured”
he really be a pedophile? Musk hired a tried to steal the spotlight.” tweet: Musk and Tesla were each obliged
private investigator, to the tune of fifty Standing six feet two with blue eyes to pay a fine of twenty million dollars,
thousand dollars, to explore whether and the broad-shouldered physique of and Musk agreed to establish a board
Unsworth, a Brit who had lived part- a professional athlete, Spiro has an un- committee to oversee his tweets and other
time in Thailand for years, had a trou- deniable magnetism in the courtroom. communications. However, he soon came
bled history with underage girls. During Musk’s trial, he lumbered around to regret the settlement. And so, in Jan-
After several days of research, the in- in an orthopedic boot (he’d ruptured his uary, 2019, when a group of investors filed
vestigator reported some preliminary Achilles tendon playing basketball), ar- a consolidated class-action fraud suit
findings, including that Unsworth, who guing that Unsworth, in his hunger for against Musk and Tesla over the tweet,
was sixty-three years old, had met his publicity, had not only maligned Musk’s alleging that they had lost more than a
Thai girlfriend when she was eleven contribution to the rescue but also ex- billion dollars, Musk decided to turn to
or twelve. Musk, evidently feeling em- aggerated his own role in it. The facts the cowboy.
boldened, tweeted, “You don’t think it’s weren’t entirely in Spiro’s favor. Musk’s
strange he hasn’t sued me?” Musk also sub, which had created a media frenzy, n the mid-nineteenth century, Alexis
sent an e-mail labelled “off the record”
to Ryan Mac, who was covering the dis-
was judged too large to wend through
the narrow passageways of the caves
I de Tocqueville described lawyers as
“the most intellectual section” of Amer-
pute for BuzzFeed News, telling him to where the boys had been trapped; Uns- ican society, and “the most powerful bar-
“stop defending child rapists, you fucking worth’s expertise in the cave system’s rier” against “the unreflective passions of
asshole.” In the e-mail, Musk described structure had, by the account of the lead democracy”—a source of restraint in times
Unsworth as an “old, single white guy diver, proved essential to the rescue. He of populist impulses. A century and a
from England” who moved to a com- had created a detailed map of the area half later, lawyers are perhaps less averse
munity known for sex trafficking “for a and helped recruit and advise the divers to exploiting unreflective passions. The
child bride who was about 12 years old who eventually brought the boys to safety. O. J. Simpson trial brought television
at the time.” He added, “I fucking hope Before the jury, Spiro’s core argument cameras into the courtroom and heralded
he sues me.” Mac had never agreed to was that an impetuous tweet shouldn’t the rise of the popular legal spectacle—a
keep the e-mail off the record, and Buzz- get someone sued. To help make that spectacle that fed on daily drama and
Feed published it. case, he offered the jurors an acronym: conflict. The Simpson defenders John-
The private investigator, it turned out, JDAR. It stood, he said, for a joking, de- nie Cochran, F. Lee Bailey, Alan Der-
was a convicted con man, and the alle- leted, apologized for, responsive tweet. showitz, and Robert Kardashian became
gations that Musk had passed along to Unsworth, he claimed, had made a big celebrities themselves, combining, each
BuzzFeed were false. Musk would later deal out of nothing—a silly JDAR—just in his own fashion, theatrical technique
describe the e-mail to Mac as “one of to promote himself on television. And and an intimate knowledge of how mod-
the dumbest things I’ve ever done.” Still, the fact that use of Musk’s e-mail to ern media works. In the twenty-first cen-
when Unsworth filed a defamation suit, BuzzFeed was limited in court was al- tury, social media brought clips of court-
Musk was unwilling to settle. He wanted most certainly to Spiro’s advantage. room performances to vast audiences. In
to go to trial, although most experts fol- Spiro is “a bit of a cowboy, and he’s this volatile environment, Spiro thrived.
lowing the drama believed that he—and very good at it,” G. Taylor Wilson, one “When a case is in the public eye,
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you have to be conscious of that when ners, another eight attorneys below them, “I have a photographic memory, ba-
you’re litigating it,” he once told the and a handful of paralegals, researchers, sically—that’s my special secret sauce,”
Harvard Crimson. “And how you deal and investigators. This “cavalry,” as Spiro Spiro told me. “That and my ability to
with that and interact with the court sometimes calls his team, does much of sleep three and a half hours a day and
of public opinion matters.” the day-to-day preparation, including process information quickly. If it weren’t
On a recent afternoon, Spiro was the writing of briefs. But when a case for those things, I would have zero
in the Coconut Grove, Miami, offices goes to trial Spiro conducts most of the chance of survival.” He’s also shrewd in
of Quinn Emanuel, which has thirty- openings, closings, and cross-examina- his choice of jurors. He looks for peo-
three branches around the world. (Spiro tions himself. ple whom he could “take out for a cup
and his family relocated to Miami from Spiro sometimes likens what he does of coffee and convince of my point of
Brooklyn Heights during the pandemic.) in those openings and closings to mak- view” and those who might be inclined
“It’s a not-so-secret of mine, I fucking ing a painting. The experience can be to like him—for instance, he believes
hate experts,” he told several colleagues so intense that afterward, he told me, that Black Americans may be particu-
on a video call, as they debated hiring he can’t always remember what he did larly aware of his representation of pro-
an outside consultant for a foreign- with his brush. “There’s a flow to it,” fessional basketball players in police-
bribery case involving a multinational he said. “I’m trying to tell a compelling, brutality cases and of his connections
corporation. Spiro believes that hired interwoven story. And there are hints to Jay-Z and other hip-hop artists. In
experts who testify in a trial often come I’m dropping throughout cases, for the the courtroom, an environment Spiro
across to jurors as insincere hacks, and jury.” Michael Lifrak, a Quinn Eman- describes as “me in my swimming pool,”
that the reports the experts submit in uel partner whom Spiro refers to as his he often forgoes slick PowerPoint pre-
discovery can tip off his opponents about lieutenant, notes that those arguments sentations, scribbling on poster boards
how he plans to present his side of the stem from considerable front-end labor. instead. He sometimes puts witnesses
case. As Spiro and his colleagues re- Spiro “will look at every document in on the stand with minimal preparation,
viewed the staggering cost of bringing the case,” he said. “I have never seen a in the belief that their testimony will
in an A-list consultant, he was simul- first-chair trial lawyer do that, and I’ve seem more authentic.
taneously carrying on a conversation been doing this for more than twenty After the meeting, he packed up and
over text. Out the window, yachts were years. He dives into the details. And walked home, his body listing to one
sparkling on Biscayne Bay. that’s probably one of the reasons that side on account of yet another basket-
At the firm, Spiro has more than a clients like him.” Another reason cli- ball injury. On the way, he consulted by
hundred people working with him, and ents like Spiro is that, by his own ac- phone first with a celebrity whose en-
he juggles some fifty cases at a time. A count, he’s won every case he’s brought dorsement deal had run into legal prob-
single big case may involve four part- to trial in a decade of private practice. lems, and then with a client who had
to testify before a grand jury. In addi-
tion to his official cases, he has “lots of
‘situations,’” he said. “Somebody called
me the other week, through a friend,
and said somebody was in custody in a
foreign country, and could I make a
phone call.”
Spiro’s vanity is much discussed
among his colleagues and his rivals. One
attorney who has worked with him said,
“He’s a bright young man, but he’s an
incredibly good self-promoter. We used
to make fun of him—he’s a ‘one-upper.’
He knows everyone and knows every-
thing.” A former colleague told me,
“I think the key to Spiro is that he has
this form of fearlessness, which is good,
and can also be really problematic for
a lawyer. It’s like being a Sherpa with-
out any fear. You’re climbing Everest
with a client, and you both could fall
off the mountain.”
Part of Spiro’s legal playbook is ar-
guing, sometimes implicitly, sometimes
brazenly, that famous and powerful peo-
“I wouldn’t say I’m an indoor person or an outdoor person. ple should be treated differently from
I’m more of a screened-in-porch person.” ordinary citizens. Before meeting with
Musk for the first time, Spiro was help- himself a lot,” his mother told me. “He prosecutors, credits Spiro for pushing
ing Jay-Z resist the S.E.C.’s request that became more competitive, more deter- the case forward, though she acknowl-
the impresario testify in person in a case mined in those years.” edged he wasn’t the most politic em-
involving the accounting practices of When Spiro was in high school, his ployee in the office. “Alex reminded me
Iconix Brand Group, a company that mother helped him get a job at Mc- of when you have a new puppy,” she
had bought his apparel line, Rocawear. Lean, the psychiatric hospital where said. “They’re just so excited. They run
When the S.E.C. declined to waive its she now worked. There, Spiro spent around, their tails wag, and they often
rules about in-person testimony, Spiro time with young people who had been knock things over.”
countered that Jay-Z was so busy that given a diagnosis of a spectrum disor- Spiro also worked on the prosecu-
he could testify for only two hours. The der, and was mentored by Shervert Fra- tion of Travis Woods, another notori-
S.E.C. rejected the time limit, and the zier, a prominent psychiatrist who spe- ous murderer, who was known as Trav-
parties ended up arguing about the mat- cialized in schizophrenia. Spiro decided ice in the neighborhoods around Harlem,
ter in federal court. At one point during to major in psychology at his base. Woods had been
a hearing, the judge turned his atten- Tufts, and continued work- tried for murder three times;
tion to Spiro and said, “With all due ing with Frazier. One day, each time, the jury failed to
respect to Mr. Spiro, it’s not his job to Spiro recalls, Frazier’s as- reach a verdict. Spiro helped
determine what information the S.E.C. sistant told him, “You won’t bring the case to trial a
does or does not need to conduct its in- shut up. You should go to fourth time, the office won
vestigation, or in what format that in- law school.” a conviction, and Spiro de-
formation should be provided.” In the The idea took hold, and cided that it was the mo-
end, though, the judge urged the S.E.C. Spiro entered Harvard Law ment to move on.
to get its questioning done in one day. School in 2005. While “Being a defense law-
“I’m not a huge believer in people studying, he accepted a fel- yer was very natural to me,”
trying to slow me down,” Spiro told me lowship with the C.I.A., he told me. “I find it com-
recently over lunch in Miami, Visine and, after graduation, he joined the Man- pelling to help people and fix their
in his pocket and his leg jiggling under hattan D.A.’s office as a junior prose- problems, right the wrongs. Corny as
the table. “There’s somebody I know cutor. Spiro was not, fellow-prosecutors it sounds.”
who describes me as ‘irreverent.’ I think recall, a deft writer of briefs, but he stood Figuring that he wouldn’t fit in at
that’s accurate. I’m probably difficult to out in the office for how aggressively he a big firm—“too corporate for me, too
manage.” Yared Alula, Spiro’s friend and sought to work on cases that were going many blocks and barriers and bureau-
former law-school classmate, told me to trial. Elliot Felig, who overlapped cratic rules”—in 2013 Spiro took a job
of Spiro, “He looks at any institution, with Spiro as a prosecutor, said, “He at a boutique firm led by the legendary
any rule, as just an opening salvo in a loved the courtroom. He would go door defender Benjamin Brafman. Brafman,
negotiation.” to door and say, ‘You have anything that’s a self-described “short Jewish guy” who’d
going to trial?’ He’d be happy to take performed on Catskills comedy stages
piro’s mother, Cynthia Kaplan, a cases from colleagues that were trial- while in college, has a reputation as
S clinical psychologist who specializes
in child and adolescent trauma, noticed
ready.” He lost a couple of cases, and
won more.
fierce and self-consciously flamboyant.
His client roster included the hip-hop
that her son was a debater from the In 2010, Cyrus Vance, Jr., became Dis- producer Sean (Diddy) Combs (acquit-
start. “At eighteen months, he talked trict Attorney and created a unit to reëx- ted of gun possession and bribery after
like he does now,” she said. “I remem- amine unsolved cases. Before long, Spiro a night-club shoot-out); the hedge-
ber him saying, ‘Actually, Mom,’ at that was helping two senior colleagues revive fund manager Martin Shkreli (con-
age.” He was the first of four children, a cold case against a notorious serial killer, victed of stealing millions of dollars
and spent his early years in Manhat- Rodney Alcala, who was often called the from investors); and, later, Harvey Wein-
tan, where his father, a dentist and an Dating Game Killer because he’d been stein (convicted of myriad sexual-assault
athlete, often brought Spiro along to a contestant on the TV show decades charges). Under Brafman, Spiro, eager
weeknight basketball games. earlier. Alcala was already on death row for clients, networked at parties and at
Shortly before Spiro started kinder- in California for killing four women and sporting events.
garten, his family moved to Wellesley, a twelve-year-old girl. But, back in the A trader at a big bank who had been
Massachusetts. Several years later, Spiro’s nineteen-seventies, he had also been a charged with fraud told me that Spiro
comfortable suburban life began to un- suspect in the brutal deaths of two women had counselled, “If you play softball, you’re
ravel—his parents split up, his mother in New York. not going to get anywhere—you’ve got
was working long hours at a hospital, Spiro seized on the opportunity to to push the limits a bit and be aggres-
and his father was given a diagnosis of be part of the high-profile murder case. sive.” Spiro convinced the trader to let
a degenerative neurological disorder, He reinterviewed old witnesses and him hire a private investigator to inter-
which eventually rendered him blind eventually helped secure Alcala’s indict- view potential witnesses before the gov-
and unable to walk without assistance. ment for both murders. In 2012, Alcala ernment got to them. “Even back then,
Spiro was suddenly on his own much pleaded guilty. when he didn’t necessarily have the track
of the time. “I think he had to fend for Martha Bashford, one of the lead record to back it up,” the trader said,
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Spiro “was so confident that you just as he recounted the moment. “You don’t atric inpatient care rather than tried
tended to believe him.” In the end, the remember the most important day of for murder, and he was buoyed when
trader was acquitted. your life?” he bellowed, jabbing his fin two courtappointed psychiatrists found
ger at the imagined cop. “You were in his client too ill to be tried. (“I put ev
t around 2 a.m. on April 8, 2015, a the fucking New York Post. You don’t erything I had into that case,” Spiro
A forward for the Indiana Pacers was
stabbed outside 1 OAK, a Manhattan
remember staring into the eyes of the
starting forward for the Atlanta Hawks?”
said.) However, a forensic psychologist
hired by the prosecution convinced the
night club, and Thabo Sefolosha, a for On October 9, 2015, the jury, after judge that Gilbert was sane enough to
ward for the Atlanta Hawks, was on the around fortyfive minutes of delibera stand trial. With a conviction now loom
street outside as the N.Y.P.D. tried to tion, acquitted Sefolosha. He later filed ing, Spiro dropped Thomas, Jr., as a cli
clear the block. Sefolosha, who is Black, a civil lawsuit against the officers and ent. Shelley’s legal fees were mounting,
got into a dispute with JohnPaul Gia the city, and received a settlement of and Spiro was planning to accept a part
cona, a white police officer. Sefolosha four million dollars. nership at Quinn Emanuel. He was re
told the officer, whom he called a “midget,” luctant to carry the murder case to his
that he could act like a “tough guy” only piro’s pugnacious style is very much new firm, where he would soon be the
because he had a badge. According to
Sefolosha, Giacona responded, “With or
S in the Brafman mold, but people close
to Brafman told me that the older law
most celebrated partner—the star he
wasn’t able to be at Brafman’s shop.
without a badge, I’ll fuck you up.” yer now says he regrets hiring Spiro. Spiro can plausibly claim that in pri
Sefolosha and a teammate were about David Jaroslawicz, a civil attorney who vate practice he’s never lost a case before
to leave when Sefolosha started walking worked with them both, said of Spiro, a jury in part because he’s canny about
back in the direction of the officers, try “I think he wanted to be the No. 1 man what he takes on and what he walks
ing, he later said, to give twenty dollars in the firm, and as long as Brafman didn’t away from. Shelley Gilbert did not blame
to a man who was begging for money. retire he was the No. 1 man.” Spiro for dropping the case, but a subse
A video shows a group of officers sur As Spiro began mulling his next ca quent lawyer, whom he had recommended,
rounding Sefolosha and wrestling him reer move, shortly after Sefolosha’s ac was unsuccessful. In 2019, Thomas, Jr.,
to the ground. quittal, he experienced what he consid was convicted and sentenced to thirty
Sefolosha was arrested, taken to a ers one of the greatest disappointments years to life.
holding cell, and charged with resisting of his career. He was representing
arrest. His leg throbbed; he later learned Thomas Gilbert, Jr., who had murdered he rapper Bobby Shmurda stands
that during the arrest his fibula had
been broken—an injury that would end
his father, the hedgefund founder
Thomas Gilbert, Sr., in midtown. At the
T out among Spiro’s clients for hav
ing publicly criticized the lawyer’s work
his season and diminish the Hawks’ time of the murder, Spiro had known on his behalf. In 2014, when Shmurda
hope of winning in the playoffs. Around Thomas, Jr., a Princeton graduate, for was twentyone years old, with his music
dawn that morning, Spiro, who’d re years. His mother, Shelley, had originally career just taking off, he was arrested
ceived a call from a Hawks lawyer, ap hired Spiro to smooth things over when and charged with, among other things,
peared at the precinct to represent him. her son was expelled from the family’s weapons possession and conspiracy to
Sefolosha told me that his f irst Hamptons country club for reportedly sell narcotics and to commit murder.
thought on seeing Spiro was how young threatening an employee. Thomas, Jr., The evidence against Shmurda included
he looked. “But then he came in and was thirty years old and had received di wiretaps and witnesses. He pleaded not
took charge of the whole situation,” agnoses of severe compulsive disorder, guilty, was held on two million dollars’
Sefolosha said. depressive disorder, paranoid disorder, bail, which his family was unable to
After many meetings at the Manhat and psychosis. raise, and spent more than six hundred
tan D.A.’s office, his former workplace, The patricide was covered in lurid days in jail awaiting trial. Shmurda
Spiro received an offer from the prose detail in the press. Thomas, Sr., had called in Spiro, who advised him that
cution: a deal that would lead to the dis just reduced his son’s weekly allowance. the evidence was compelling and that
missal of the charges in six months, but Thomas, Jr., came to his parents’ apart he should consider accepting a global
without an admission of fault on the part ment, sent his mother out to buy a sand plea deal, in which he would admit guilt
of the officers. To Sefolosha, any agree wich, shot his father in the head, placed on two charges and, like, most of his
ment that let the officers off the hook the gun in his dead father’s hand, and codefendants, receive a sevenyear sen
was unacceptable. “It was a nobrainer fled. When his mother returned to the tence. The alternative was going to trial
for me,” he said. “We had to go to trial.” apartment and discovered the horrify and risking more time behind bars.
During an evening stroll in Coconut ing scene, she called 911 and told the Shmurda accepted the plea. However,
Grove, near the luxury residential tower dispatcher that her son was “nuts” and at the sentencing hearing the musician
where he lives, Spiro reënacted one of had killed his father. attempted to fire Spiro on the spot, tell
the moments in Giacona’s crossexam Shelley told me that Spiro’s experi ing the judge, “I was forced by my at
ination. Spiro had asked Giacona if he ence at McLean gave her confidence torney to take this plea. I do not want
remembered saying to Sefolosha, “I’m that he understood mental illness, “which to take this plea!” (Shmurda did not re
going to fuck you up.” Giacona replied, most of society did not.” Spiro’s goal spond to a request for comment.) Spiro
“Not that I recall.” Spiro’s eyes bulged was to have Thomas, Jr., put in psychi denies forcing the plea on Shmurda,
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and points out that a co-defendant who ducing Twitter’s staff by about fifty per that it was difficult to correlate Tesla’s
didn’t accept the deal was later sen- cent in a matter of days.The chief privacy stock price to any particular tweet.)
tenced to more than a hundred and officer, the chief information-security When Spiro’s turn came, his line of
seventeen years. officer, and the chief compliance officer questioning became almost comical in
Spiro sometimes struggles to proj- left. One afternoon, when morale was its intent to make the billionaire seem
ect a coherent righteousness from the especially low, Spiro addressed the staff at once relatable and untouchable. Spiro
wild mashup of cases and personalities at Twitter’s San Francisco headquarters, asked Musk what his childhood was like
he embraces. In conversation, he can making an impassioned case for stick- (“not good”), and about immigrating
make his arguments on behalf of Elon ing with Musk and trusting in his ge- from South Africa to Canada when he
Musk sound as noble as his crusade, in nius. Not long afterward, following a was seventeen, and why he’d moved to
the late twenty-tens, for New York bail heated discussion with Musk in a glass- the U.S. as soon as he could (“it is where
reform. But several people who worked walled conference room, Spiro began great things are possible”). At Spiro’s
with Spiro rolled their eyes at his at- spending less time at Twitter. (The Times prodding, Musk talked about working
tempts to frame himself as primarily a reported that Musk had soured on some his way through college and graduating
do-gooder. They saw him instead as an of Spiro’s decisions.) But he remained with a hundred thousand dollars of debt.
opportunist. Musk’s go-to lawyer. He listed the many companies he had
In 2016, the former N.F.L. star Aaron Before the Tesla-investor trial began, founded or helped found. “I think I’ve
Hernandez, who was serving time for the judge ruled that the lawsuit had es- raised more money than anyone in his-
a murder conviction, hired Jose Baez, tablished both that Musk’s tweets were tory at this point, by a significant mar-
a high-profile defense lawyer, and then false and that Musk had made them gin,” Musk said. “But, you know, the rea-
Ron Sullivan, who’d been a mentor of recklessly—effectively, a partial deci- son I’m able to raise money easily is
Spiro’s at Harvard Law, to help him sion in favor of the plaintiffs, signalling because investors trust me to be truth-
fend off another grave charge—this that Musk could be held liable for their ful and responsible with their money.”
one for a double homicide in Boston. losses. To prevail, the investors now Spiro, delivering his closing argument
The lawyers brought in Spiro, but the needed to establish that Musk’s Twit- in a thundering voice, returned to Musk’s
team soon parted ways. According to ter statements had caused the stock- humble background and pure intentions,
Baez, Spiro stepped back from the case price movements. then homed in on his point. “Ultimately,
early on, “before we even started work- Opening arguments took place in whatever you think of him, this isn’t a
ing on it.” Nonetheless, he has taken mid-January. The plaintiffs were repre- bad-tweeter trial,” Spiro said. “It’s a did-
credit for being one of the attorneys sented by a team led by Nicholas Por- they-prove-this-man-committed-fraud
who helped secure Hernandez’s against- ritt, a British partner at Levi & Kor- trial. And you know he didn’t.”
all-odds acquittal. sinsky, who had previously recovered As the jury left to deliberate, Spiro
hundreds of millions of dollars in a share- and his cavalry repaired to a bar a few
arly this year, the lawsuit filed by holder lawsuit against Larry Page and blocks from the courthouse. They had
E Tesla investors who claimed that
Musk’s “funding secured” tweet had de-
the board of Google. Porritt began by
telling the jurors that they were there be-
yet to finish the first round of drinks
when one of Spiro’s colleagues received
frauded them went to trial in San Fran- cause Elon Musk had lied, causing Tesla a message that the verdict was in. They
cisco. Spiro’s team included about twenty investors to lose “millions and millions rushed back to the courthouse to learn
Quinn Emanuel lawyers. Musk’s rep- of dollars.” Spiro, in his opening, reprised that they had won.
utation had deteriorated in the three his best lines about Musk as a truth-tell- In the months since the verdict, Spiro
years since Spiro had helped him avoid ing visionary. Musk was considering tak- has sometimes worried that his chosen
repercussions for vilifying the caver who ing Tesla private and, Spiro claimed, had career isn’t challenging enough, and has
had helped rescue the boys’ soccer team. access to the financial resources to do it. considered doing something else. He was
Now, when prospective jurors filled out The “funding secured” tweet was incon- recently approached to head an activist
questionnaires, some described Musk sequential, he said—“not even a full sen- investment fund, he said, and to run sev-
as, variously, “the next Trump,” “a delu- tence. It’s a thought bubble.” Spiro con- eral companies. But he wondered whether
sional narcissist,” “arrogant,” “irratio- ceded that Musk, rushed and distracted, such jobs would give him the same thrill
nal,” and “crazy.” had chosen his words artlessly, but, he as working the courtroom. When Musk
Spiro’s understanding of Musk had emphasized, “this was all done for the came calling again, earlier this month,
no doubt evolved, too. He’d just come mission, it was all done for the share- to threaten Meta with a lawsuit over
off a brief role handling legal matters holders, and it was all done in good faith.” Threads, its new Twitter competitor, and,
for Twitter, which Musk had purchased Three days later, Musk, flushed and a second time, with a bid to curtail a
the previous fall. The company was car- wearing a dark-brown suit and combat Federal Trade Commission investigation
rying about thirteen billion dollars of boots, marched into the courtroom to into Twitter’s data-security practices,
debt as a result of Musk’s buyout, and testify. Porritt questioned him about, Spiro signed on. “There’s no other fight
advertisers were fleeing. Musk’s panic among other things, his habit of publish- like this,” he told me, eyes gleaming.
was palpable as he introduced, and then ing information about Tesla on Twit- “What other sophisticated profession is
abandoned, new initiatives to generate ter, and the impact of his tweets on this binary, where somebody wins and
revenue. He also fired entire teams, re- the company’s stock price. (Musk said somebody loses? ”
22 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
because I cut my own hair, in a bowl
SHOUTS & MURMURS cut. So I told myself, “Someday they’ll
be sorry. Someday I’ll cut their hair.”
HARRY: Did people expect you to
be perfect?
ZUCKERBeRG: Define “people.”
HARRY: Your parents or teachers or
your whole country.
ZUCKERBeRG: Speak English. I’m
still not getting the “people” thing.
HARRY: Did you dream of stealing
the idea for Facebook and making
billions?
ZUCKERBeRG: Yes. And now I’m in
a cage match with Elon Musk. Which
was also a childhood dream. Along
with having sex several times, with an-
ROYALLY SPEAKING
other person. Oh, now I’m getting your
“people” thing.
BREAKING NEWS
misdemeanor, applied for a marriage
license, or filed for divorce will see his
or her name listed in the “District Court
A small-town paper takes on the county sheriff. Report.” In Willingham’s clutterbucket
of an office, a hulking microfiche ma-
BY PAIGE WILLIAMS chine sits alongside his desktop com-
puter amid lunar levels of dust; he uses
the machine to unearth and reprint front
pages from long ago. In 2017, he trans-
ported readers to 1934 via a banner head-
line: “NEGRO SLAYER OF WHITE MAN
KILLED.” The area has long been stuck
with the nickname Little Dixie.
Gazette articles can be shorter than
recipes, and what they may lack in de-
tail, context, and occasionally accuracy,
they make up for by existing at all. The
paper does more than probe the past or
keep tabs on the local felines. “We’ve in-
vestigated county officials a lot,” Will-
ingham, who is sixty-eight, said the other
day. The Gazette exposed a county trea-
surer who allowed elected officials to
avoid penalties for paying their property
taxes late, and a utilities company that
gouged poor customers while lavishing
its executives with gifts. “To most peo-
ple, it’s Mickey Mouse stuff,” Willing-
ham told me. “But the problem is, if you
let them get away with it, it gets worse
and worse and worse.”
The Willinghams’ oldest son, Chris,
and his wife, Angie, work at the Gazette,
too. They moved to Idabel from Okla-
homa City in the spring of 2005, not
long after graduating from college. Angie
became an editor, and Chris covered
ruce Willingham, fifty-two years a in 1988, with his wife, Gwen, who gave what is known in the daily-news busi-
B newspaperman, owns and publishes
the McCurtain Gazette, in McCurtain
up a nursing career to become the Ga-
zette’s accountant. They operate out of a
ness as cops and courts. Absurdity often
made the front page—a five-m.p.h. po-
County, Oklahoma, a rolling sweep of storefront office in downtown Idabel, be- lice “chase” through town, a wayward
timber and lakes that forms the south- tween a package-shipping business and snake. Three times in one year, the paper
eastern corner of the state. McCurtain a pawnshop. The staff parks out back, wrote about assaults in which the weapon
County is geographically larger than within sight of an old Frisco railway sta- was chicken and dumplings. McCurtain
Rhode Island and less populous than the tion, and enters through the “morgue,” County, which once led the state in ho-
average Taylor Swift concert. Thirty-one where the bound archives are kept. Until micides, also produces more sinister blot-
thousand people live there; forty-four recently, no one had reason to lock the ter items: a man cashed his dead moth-
hundred buy the Gazette, which has been door during the day. er’s Social Security checks for more than
in print since 1905, before statehood. At Three days a week (five, before the a year; a man killed a woman with a
that time, the paper was known as the pandemic), readers can find the latest on hunting bow and two arrows; a man
Idabel Signal, referring to the county rodeo queens, school cafeteria menus, raped a woman in front of her baby.
seat. An early masthead proclaimed “IN- hardwood-mill closings, heat advisories. In a small town, a dogged reporter is
DIAN TERRITORY, CHOCTAW NATION.” Some headlines: “Large Cat Sighted in inevitably an unpopular one. It isn’t easy
Willingham bought the newspaper Idabel,” “Two of State’s Three Master to write about an old friend’s felony drug
charge, knowing that you’re going to see
A series on McCurtain County’s law enforcement led to an explosive revelation. him at church. When Chris was a teen-
24 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 PHOTOGRAPH BY JOSEPH RUSHMORE
ager, his father twice put him in the paper, favored Manning because the two were regarded as a forthright and talented
for the misdemeanors of stealing beer, having an affair. Then, around Thanks- young officer—a “velociraptor,” accord-
with buddies, at a grocery store where giving, 2021, employees at the county jail, ing to one peer. He had documented the
one of them worked, and parking ille- whose board is chaired by the sheriff, presence of the Sinaloa cartel in McCur-
gally—probably with those same bud- started getting fired, and quitting. The tain County, describing meth smuggled
dies, definitely with beer—on a back- first to go was the jail’s secretary, who had from Mexico in shipments of pencils, and
road bridge, over a good fishing hole. worked there for twenty-six years. The cash laundered through local casinos.
Chris has a wired earnestness and a jail’s administrator resigned on the spot Jones had filed hundreds of cases be-
voice that carries. Listening to a crime rather than carry out the termination; the tween 2019 and most of 2021, compared
victim’s story, he might boom, “Gollll-ly! ” secretary’s husband, the jail’s longtime with a couple of dozen by Manning and
Among law-enforcement sources, “Chris handyman, quit, too. When Chris inter- Hendrix combined. The Gazette reported
was respected because he always asked viewed Clardy about the unusual spate that, on December 1st—days after con-
questions about how the system works, of departures, the sheriff pointed out that fronting Manning—Jones was bumped
about proper procedure,” an officer said. employment in Oklahoma is at will. “It down to patrol. The next day, he quit.
Certain cops admired his willingness to is what it is,” he said. In response to a Within the week, Hendrix fired the
pursue uncomfortable truths even if those question about nepotism, involving the department’s second most productive in-
truths involved one of their own. “If I was temporary promotion of his stepdaugh- vestigator, Devin Black. An experienced
to do something wrong—on purpose, on ter’s husband, Clardy revealed that he had detective in his late thirties, Black had
accident—Chris Willingham one hun- been divorced for a few months and sep- just recovered nearly a million dollars’
dred per cent would write my butt in the arated for more than a year. Chris asked, worth of stolen tractors and construction
paper, on the front page, in bold letters,” “Are you and Alicia having sex?” Clardy equipment, a big deal in a county whose
another officer, who has known him for repeatedly said no, insisting, “We’re good economy depends on agriculture and tour-
more than a decade, told me. friends. Me and Larry’s good friends, but ism. (At Broken Bow Lake, north of Ida-
In the summer of 2021, Chris heard I’m not having sex with Larry, either.” bel, newcomers are building hundreds of
that there were morale problems within Meanwhile, someone had sent Chris luxury cabins in Hochatown, a resort area
the McCurtain County Sheriff’s Of- photographs of the department’s evi- known as the Hamptons of Dallas-Fort
fice. The sheriff, Kevin Clardy, who has dence room, which resembled a hoard- Worth.) Black said nothing publicly after
woolly eyebrows and a mustache, and er’s nest. The mess invited speculation his departure, but Jones published an open
often wears a cowboy hat, had just about tainted case material. In a front- letter in the Gazette, accusing Hendrix of
started his second term. The first one page story, branded “first of a series,” the neglecting the case of a woman who said
had gone smoothly, but now, according Gazette printed the images, along with that she was raped at gunpoint during a
to some colleagues, Clardy appeared to the news that Hendrix and Manning home invasion. The woman told Jones
be playing favorites. were warning deputies to stop all the that she had been restrained with duct
The current discord stemmed from “backdoor talk.” The sheriff told staffers tape during the attack, and that the tape
two recent promotions. Clardy had that anyone who spoke to the Gazette might still be at her house. Hendrix, Jones
brought in Larry Hendrix, a former dep- would be fired. wrote, “never followed up or even reached
uty from another county, and, despite out to the woman again.” Curtis Fields,
what some considered to be weak in- anning has thick, ash-streaked a jail employee who had recently been
vestigative skills, elevated him to under-
sheriff—second-in-command. Clardy
M hair, a direct manner, and what
seems to be an unwavering loyalty to
fired, got a letter of his own published in
the Gazette. He wrote that the sheriff ’s
had also hired Alicia Manning, who had Clardy. She offered to help him flush “maladministration” was “flat-out embar-
taken up law enforcement only recently, out the leakers, and told another col- rassing to our entire county,” and, worse,
in her forties. Rookies typically start out league that she wanted to obtain search put “many cases at risk.”
on patrol, but Clardy made Manning warrants for cell phones belonging to Around this time, Hendrix was moved
an investigator. Then he named her deputies. When Chris heard that Man- over to run the jail, and Clardy hired Ali-
captain, a newly created position, from ning wanted to confiscate his phone, he cia Manning’s older brother, Mike, to be
which she oversaw the department’s two called the Oklahoma Press Associa- the new undersheriff. Mike, who had
dozen or so deputies and managed cases tion—and a lawyer. (Oklahoma has a long worked part time as a local law-
involving violence against women and shield law, passed in the seventies, which enforcement officer, owned IN-Sight
children. Co-workers were dismayed to is designed to protect journalists’ sources.) Technologies, a contractor that provided
see someone with so little experience The lawyer advised Chris to leave his CCTV, security, and I.T. services to the
rise that quickly to the third most pow- phone behind whenever he went to the county, including the sheriff’s depart-
erful rank. “Never patrolled one night, sheriff ’s department. Angie was pre- ment. The Willinghams observed that
never patrolled one day, in any law- pared to remotely wipe the device if his new position created a conflict of in-
enforcement aspect, anywhere in her Chris ever lost possession of it. terest. In late December, the day after
life, and you’re gonna bring her in and John Jones, a narcotics detective in Mike’s appointment, Chris and Bruce
stick her in high crimes?” one officer his late twenties, cautioned Manning went to ask him about it. Mike said that
who worked with her told me. against abusing her authority. Jones was he had resigned as IN-Sight’s C.E.O.
Chris was sitting on a tip that Clardy the sheriff ’s most prolific investigator, that very day and, after some prodding,
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 25
acknowledged that he had transferred jail, descended a radio tower, and fled— belonged to the Choctaw Nation and
ownership of the company—to his wife. the first escape in twenty-three years. therefore the arrest fell under the juris-
He assured the Willinghams that IN- Chris reported that prisoners had been diction of tribal police. The Willinghams
Sight’s business with McCurtain County sneaking out of the jail throughout the turned to the Reporters Committee for
was “minuscule.” According to records winter to pick up “drugs, cell phones Freedom of the Press, a nonprofit, head-
that I requested from the county clerk, and beer” at a nearby convenience store. quartered in Washington, D.C., that pro-
McCurtain County has issued at least Three of the escapees were still at large vides pro-bono legal services to journal-
two hundred and thirty-nine thousand when, late one Saturday night in Febru- ists. (The Reporters Committee has also
dollars in purchase orders to the com- ary, Alyssa Walker-Donaldson, a former assisted The New Yorker.) The organiza-
pany since 2016. The county commis- Miss McCurtain County, vanished after tion had recently assigned a staff attor-
sioners have authorized at least eighty leaving a bar in Hochatown. When the ney to Oklahoma, an indication of how
thousand dollars in payments to IN- sheriff ’s department did not appear difficult it is to pry information from pub-
Sight since Mike became undersheriff. to be exacting in its search, volunteers lic officials there. Its attorneys helped the
Mike urged the Willinghams to focus mounted their own. It was a civilian in Gazette sue for access to case documents;
on more important issues. When he said, a borrowed Cessna who spotted Walker- the paper then reported that Kasbaum
“I’m not here to be a whipping post, be- Donaldson’s white S.U.V. at the bottom had tased Barrick three times on his bare
cause there’s a lot of crime going on right of Broken Bow Lake. An autopsy showed hip bone. Barrick’s widow filed a lawsuit,
now,” Chris replied, “Oh, yeah, I agree.” that she had suffered acute intoxication alleging that the taser was not registered
The undersheriff claimed to have no by alcohol and drowned in what was de- with the sheriff ’s department and that
problem with journalists, saying, “I’m a scribed as an accident. The findings failed deputies had not been trained to use it.
constitutional guy.” to fully explain how Walker-Donaldson, The suit also alleged that Kasbaum and
who was twenty-four, wound up in the other officers had turned off their lapel
tate “sunshine” laws require govern- water, miles from where she was sup- cameras during the encounter and put
S ment officials to do the people’s busi-
ness in public: most records must be ac-
posed to be, near a boat ramp at the end
of a winding road. “Even the U.P.S. man
“significant pressure on Barrick’s back
while he was in a face-down prone po-
cessible to anyone who wishes to see can’t get down there,” Walker-Donaldson’s sition and handcuffed.” Kasbaum, who
them, and certain meetings must be open mother, Carla Giddens, told me. Gid- denied the allegations, left the force. The
to anyone who would like to attend. Bruce dens wondered why all five buttons Gazette reported that the F.B.I. and the
Willingham once wrote, “We are ag- on her daughter’s high-rise jeans were Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation
gressive about protecting the public’s ac- undone, and why her shirt was pushed were looking into the death.
cess to records and meetings, because we above her bra. She told a local TV sta-
have found that if we don’t insist on both, tion, “Nothing was handled right when hris and Angie got married soon
often no one else will.” The Center for
Public Integrity grades each state on the
it came to her.” Giddens suspected that
the sheriff ’s disappointing search could
C after joining the Gazette. By the time
Chris began publishing his series on the
quality of its open-government statutes be attributed to the fact that her daugh- sheriff ’s department, they were in their
and practices. At last check, Oklahoma, ter was Black and Choctaw. (She has late thirties, with small children, two
along with ten other states, got an F. since called for a new investigation.) dogs, and a house on a golf course. They
In January, 2022, Chris noticed a dis- Not long after that, the sheriff ’s de- once had a bluegrass band, Succotash, in
crepancy between the number of crimes partment responded to a disturbance at which Angie played Dobro and Chris
listed in the sheriff ’s logbook and the a roadside deli. A deputy, Matt Kasbaum, played everything, mainly fiddle. He
correlating reports made available to arrived to find a man hogtied on the pave- taught music lessons and laid down tracks
him. Whereas he once saw thirty to ment; witnesses, who said that the man for clients at his in-home studio. Angie
forty reports per week, he now saw fewer had broken a door and was trying to enter founded McCurtain Mosaics, working
than twenty. “The ones that I get are people’s vehicles, had trussed him with with cut glass. The couple, who never
like ‘loose cattle on somebody’s land,’ cord. “Well, this is interesting,” Kasbaum intended to become journalists, sup-
all very minor stuff,” he told me. He remarked. He handcuffed the man, Bobby pressed the occasional urge to leave the
often didn’t find out about serious crime Barrick, who was forty-five, then cut loose Gazette, knowing that they would be
until it was being prosecuted. In his next the cord and placed him in the back seat hard to replace. Bruce lamented, “Every-
article, he wrote that fifty-three reports of a patrol unit. An E.M.S. crew arrived body wants to work in the big city.”
were missing, including information to examine Barrick. “He’s doped up hard,” Five days a week, in the newsroom,
about “a shooting, a rape, an elemen- Kasbaum warned. When he opened the Chris and Angie sit in high-walled cu-
tary school teacher being unknowingly door, Barrick tried to kick his way out, bicles, just outside Bruce’s office. The
given marijuana cookies by a student screaming “Help me!” and “They’re gonna Gazette’s other full-time reporters in-
and a deputy allegedly shooting out the kill me!” As officers subdued him, Bar- clude Bob West, who is eighty-one and
tires” of a car. The headline was “Sher- rick lost consciousness. Several days later, has worked at the paper for decades. An
iff Regularly Breaking Law Now.” he died at a hospital in Texas. ardent chronicler of museum events, local
Two weeks later, the sheriff ’s depart- The public initially knew little of this schools, and the weather, West is also
ment landed back on page 1 after four because the sheriff refused to release in- known, affectionately, as the staffer most
felons climbed through the roof of the formation, on the ground that Barrick likely to leave his car running, with the
26 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
tacks on law enforcement,” he wrote,
“We have a job to do and that is to pro-
ARS POETICA tect people. We can’t cater to the news-
paper or social media every day of the
1. week.” Clardy blamed the Gazette’s re-
—a plum and othering dusk, porting on “former employees who were
something renunciatory in the light, terminated or resigned.”
until the sparrow takes the old tree’s shape Locals who were following the cov-
and the trees untreed are everywhere. erage and the reactions couldn’t decide
what to make of the devolving relation-
If I could let go ship between the Gazette and county
If I could know what there is to let go leadership. Was their tiny newspaper
If I could chance the night’s improvidence needlessly antagonizing the sheriff, or
and be the being this hard mercy means. was it insisting on accountability in the
face of misconduct? Craig Young, the
2. mayor of Idabel, told me that he gener-
These lost and charnel thoughts ally found the paper’s reporting to be
less thoughts than bits of stun accurate; he also said that the county
I suddenly find myself among; seemed to be doing a capable job of run-
ning itself. He just hoped that nothing
that are the me I am when I am not would disrupt Idabel’s plans to host an
sleeked to reason and pacific despair upcoming event that promises to draw
speak to me of a pain that saves, thousands of tourists. On April 8, 2024,
a solar eclipse will arc across the United
some endmost ear to shrive the mind. States, from Dallas, Texas, to Caribou,
Maine. McCurtain County lies in one
—Christian Wiman of the “totality zones.” According to
NASA, between one-forty-five and one-
forty-nine that afternoon, Idabel will
windows down, in the rain, or to arrive that still publish on-site, or at all. Since experience complete darkness.
at work with his toothbrush in his shirt 2005, more than one in four papers across
pocket. He once leaned on his keyboard the country have closed; according to the n October, 2022, Chris got another
and accidentally deleted the newspaper’s
digital Rolodex. One afternoon in May,
Medill School of Journalism, at North-
western University, two-thirds of U.S.
I explosive tip—about himself. A local
law-enforcement officer sent him audio
he ambled over to Angie’s desk, where counties don’t have a daily paper. When excerpts of a telephone conversation
the Willinghams and I were talking, and Chris leads tours for elementary-school with Captain Manning. The officer did
announced, “Hail, thunderstorms, dam- students, he schedules them for after- not trust Manning, and had recorded
aging winds!” A storm was coming. noons when there’s a print run, though their call. (Oklahoma is a one-party-con-
Bruce and Gwen Willingham own he isn’t one to preach about journalism’s sent state.) They discussed office poli-
commercial real estate, and they rent sev- vital role in a democracy. He’s more likely tics and sexual harassment. Manning
eral cabins to vacationers in Hochatown. to jiggle one of the thin metal printing recalled that, after she was hired, a de-
Chris said, “If we didn’t have tourism to plates, to demonstrate how stagehands tective took bets on which co-worker
fall back on, we couldn’t run the news- mimic thunder. would “hit it,” or sleep with her, first.
paper. The newspaper loses money.” An As the Walker-Donaldson case un- Another colleague gossiped that she
annual subscription costs seventy-one folded, Chris got a tip that the sheriff “gave a really good blow job.”
bucks; the rack price is fifty cents on used meth and had been “tweaking” during The conversation turned to Clardy’s
weekdays, seventy-five on the weekend. the search for her. Bruce asked the county drug test. As retribution, Manning said
During the pandemic, the Willinghams commissioners to require Clardy to sub- that she wanted to question Chris in one
reduced both the publishing schedule mit to a drug test. Urinalysis wasn’t good of her sex-crime investigations—at a
and the size of the broadsheet, to avoid enough—the Gazette wanted a hair- county commissioners’ meeting, “in front
layoffs. The paper’s receptionist, who is follicle analysis, which has a much wider of everybody.” She went on, “We will
in her sixties, has worked there since she detection window. The sheriff peed in a see if they want to write about that in
was a teen-ager; a former pressman, who cup. Promptly, prominently, the Gazette the newspaper. That’s just the way I roll.
also started in his teens, left in his nine- reported the results, which were negative, ‘O.K., you don’t wanna talk about it?
ties, when his doctor demanded that he but noted that Clardy had declined the Fine. But it’s “public record.” Y’all made
retire. In twenty-five paces, a staffer can more comprehensive test. mine and Kevin’s business public record.’”
traverse the distance between the news- “This has to stop!” the sheriff posted At the time, Manning was inves-
room and the printing press—the Gazette on the department’s Facebook page. tigating several suspected pedophiles,
is one of the few American newspapers Complaining about “the repeated at- including a former high-school math
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budgets and allocate funding.Their meet-
ing agendas must be public, so that cit-
izens can scrutinize government opera-
tions. Bruce, who has covered McCurtain’s
commissioners for more than forty years,
suspected the board of discussing busi-
ness not listed on the agenda—a poten-
tial misdemeanor—and decided to try
to catch them doing it.
Two of the three commissioners—
Robert Beck and Mark Jennings, the
chairman—were present, along with the
board’s executive assistant, Heather Car-
ter. As they neared the end of the listed
agenda, Bruce slipped a recording de-
vice disguised as a pen into a cup holder
at the center of the conference table.
“Right in front of ’em,” he bragged. He
left, circling the block for the next sev-
eral hours as he waited for the commis-
sioners to clear out. When they did, he
went back inside, pretended to review
“And how long till they start saying ‘the Great’ after my name?” some old paperwork, and retrieved the
recording device.
That night, after Gwen went to bed,
• • Bruce listened to the audio, which went
on for three hours and thirty-seven min-
teacher who was accused of demanding their salvaged possessions at the Gazette utes. He heard other county officials enter
nude photographs in exchange for favor- and temporarily moved in with Chris the room, one by one—“Like, ‘Now is
able grades. (The teacher is now serving and Angie. In December, the Gazette your time to see the king.’”
thirteen years in prison.) Manning told announced that Chris planned to sue In came Sheriff Clardy and Larry
a TV news station that “possibly other Manning. On March 6th, he did, in fed- Hendrix. Jennings, whose family is in
people in the community” who were in eral court, alleging “slander and inten- the timber business, brought up the 2024
a “position of power” were involved. On tional infliction of emotional distress” in race for sheriff. He predicted numerous
the recorded call, she mentioned pedo- retaliation for his reporting. Clardy was candidates, saying, “They don’t have a
philia defendants by name and referred also named as a defendant, for allowing goddam clue what they’re getting into,
to Chris as “one of them.” Without cit- and encouraging the retaliation to take not in this day and age.” It used to be,
ing evidence, she accused him of trading place. (Neither he nor Manning would he said, that a sheriff could “take a damn
marijuana for videos of children. speak with me.) Black guy and whup their ass and throw
Chris, stunned, suspected that Man- In May, both Clardy and Manning ’em in the cell.”
ning was just looking for an excuse to answered the civil complaint in court. “Yeah, well, it’s not like that no more,”
confiscate his phone. But when he Clardy denied the allegations against him. Clardy said.
started to lose music students, and his Manning cited protection under the legal “I know,” Jennings said. “Take ’em
kids’ friends stopped coming over, he doctrine of qualified immunity, which is down there on Mud Creek and hang
feared that rumors were spreading in often used to indemnify law-enforcement ’em up with a damn rope. But you can’t
the community. A source warned him officers from civil action and prosecution. do that anymore. They got more rights
that Manning’s accusations could lead She denied the allegations and asserted than we got.”
to his children being forensically inter- that, if Chris Willingham suffered severe After a while, Manning joined the
viewed, which happens in child-abuse emotional distress, it fell within the lim- meeting. She arrived to a boisterous greet-
investigations. He developed such se- its of what “a reasonable person could be ing from the men in the room. When
vere anxiety and depression that he rarely expected to endure.” she characterized a colleague’s recent
went out; he gave his firearms to a rel- comment about her legs as sexual ha-
ative in case he felt tempted to harm n the day that Chris filed his law- rassment, Beck replied, “I thought sex-
himself. Angie was experiencing panic
attacks and insomnia. “We were not
O suit, the McCurtain County Board
of Commissioners held its regular Mon-
ual harassment was only when they held
you down and pulled you by the hair.”
managing,” she said. day meeting, at 9 A.M., in a red brick They joked about Manning mowing the
That fall, as Chris mulled his options, building behind the jail. Commission- courthouse lawn in a bikini.
a powerful tornado struck Idabel. Bruce ers—there are three in each of Oklaho- Manning continually steered the con-
and Gwen lost their home. They stored ma’s seventy-seven counties—oversee versation to the Gazette. Jennings sug-
28 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
gested procuring a “worn-out tank,” “There’s an undertone of violence in the linking to a Dropbox folder that con-
plowing it into the newspaper’s office, whole conversation,” this official told me. tained the audio and Angie’s best at-
and calling it an accident. The sheriff “We’re hiring a hit man, we’re hanging tempt at a transcript. They eventually
told him, “You’ll have to beat my son people, we’re driving vehicles into the put Chris’s articles online.
to it.” (Clardy’s son is a deputy sheriff.) McCurtain Gazette. These are the peo- In a rare move, the seventeen-mem-
They laughed. ple that are running your sheriff ’s office.” ber board of the Oklahoma Sheriffs’ As-
Manning talked about the possibil- On Saturday, April 15th, the news- sociation voted unanimously to suspend
ity of bumping into Chris Willingham paper published a front-page article, the memberships of Clardy, Manning,
in town: “I’m not worried about what headlined “County officials dis- and Hendrix. The censure blocked them
he’s gonna do to me, I’m worried about cuss killing, burying GAZETTE re- from conferences and symbolically os-
what I might do to him.” A couple of porters.” The revelation that McCur- tracized them from Oklahoma’s seventy-
minutes later, Jennings said, “I know tain County’s leadership had been six other sheriffs. “When one goes bad,
where two big deep holes are here, if you caught talking wistfully about lynching it has a devastating effect on everybody,”
ever need them.” and about the idea of murdering jour- Ray McNair, the executive director, told
“I’ve got an excavator,” the sheriff said. nalists became global news. “Both the me. Craig Young, Idabel’s mayor, said,
“Well, these are already pre-dug,” FBI and the Oklahoma Attorney Gen- “It kind of hurt everyone to realize we’ve
Jennings said. He went on, “I’ve known eral’s Office now have the full audio,” had these kind of leaders in place.”
two or three hit men. They’re very quiet the Gazette reported. (The McCurtain Young was among those who hoped
guys. And would cut no fucking mercy.” County Board of Commissioners de- that Gentner Drummond, the attorney
Bruce had been threatened before, clined to speak with me. A lawyer for general, would depose the sheriff “so
but this felt different. According to the the sheriff ’s office wrote, in response to we can start to recover.” But, on June
U.S. Press Freedom Tracker, forty-one a list of questions, that “numerous of 30th, Drummond ended his investiga-
journalists in the country were physi- your alleged facts are inaccurate, em- tion by informing Governor Stitt that
cally assaulted last year. Since 2001, at bellished or outright untrue.”) although the McCurtain County offi-
least thirteen have been killed. That On the eve of the story’s publication, cials’ conversation was “inflammatory”
includes Jeff German, a reporter at the Chris and his family had taken refuge and “offensive,” it wasn’t criminal. There
Las Vegas Review-Journal, who, last fall, in Hot Springs, Arkansas. They were would be no charges. If Clardy were to
was stabbed outside his home in Clark still there when, that Sunday, Kevin Stitt, be removed from office, voters would
County. The county’s former adminis- the governor of Oklahoma, publicly de- have to do it.
trator, Robert Telles, has been charged manded the resignations of Clardy, Man- Decades ago, Bruce launched “Call
with his murder. Telles had been voted ning, Hendrix, and Jennings. The next the Editor,” a regular feature on the Ga-
out of office after German reported that day, protesters rallied at the McCurtain zette’s opinion page. Readers vent anon-
he contributed to a hostile workplace County commissioners’ meeting. Jen- ymously to the newspaper’s answering
and had an inappropriate relationship nings, the board’s chairman, resigned two machine, and Bruce publishes some of
with an employee. (Telles denied the re- days later. No one else did. The sheriff ’s the transcribed messages. When the
porting and has pleaded not guilty.) department responded to the Gazette’s world ran out of answering machines,
When Bruce urged Chris to buy reporting by calling Bruce’s actions ille- he grudgingly upgraded to digital, which
more life insurance, Chris demanded requires plugging the fax cable into his
to hear the secret recording. The play- computer every afternoon at five and
back physically sickened him. Bruce switching it back the next morning. A
took the tape to the Idabel Police De- caller might refer to Nancy Pelosi and
partment. Mark Matloff, the district at- Chuck Schumer as “buffoons,” or ask,
torney, sent it to state officials in Okla- Why is the Fire Department charging
homa City, who began an investigation. me a fifty-cent fee? There have been
Chris started wearing an AirTag many recent messages about the sheriff
tracker in his sock when he played late- and the commissioners, including direct
night gigs. He carried a handgun in his addresses to Clardy: “The people aren’t
car, then stopped—he and Angie wor- gal and the audio “altered.” (Chris told supposed to be scared . . . of you or oth-
ried that an officer could shoot him and me that he reduced the background noise ers that wear a badge.”
claim self-defense. He talked incessantly in the audio file before Bruce took it to Bruce and Gwen worried that the on-
about “disappearing” to another state. the police.) going stress would drive Chris and Angie
At one point, he told his dad, “I cursed People wanted to hear the recording, away from the Gazette—and from Mc-
our lives by deciding to move here.” not just read about it, but the Gazette Curtain County. Sure enough, they’re
It was tempting to think that every- had no Web site. No one had posted on moving to Tulsa. Angie told me, “We’re
body was watching too much “Ozark.” the newspaper’s Facebook page since forty years old. We’ve been doing this
But one veteran law-enforcement offi- 2019, when Kiara Wimbley won the Lit- half our lives. At some point, we need to
cial took the meeting remarks seriously tle Miss Owa Chito pageant. The Will- think of our own happiness, and our fam-
enough to park outside Chris and An- inghams published an oversized QR code ily’s welfare.” Bruce protested, but he
gie’s house at night, to keep watch. on the front page of the April 20th issue, couldn’t much blame them.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 29
PROFILES
t was the Friday afternoon of Me- owns without a partner or a shareholder can just as suddenly go blank if he feels
Gagosian, alongside works by Richard Prince, insisted that he doesn’t “sell art out of my house,” then allowed that he has.
PHOTOGRAPH BY TINA BARNEY THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 31
and a part-time casting agent. He knows the previous owner dies, or gets divorced, tioned me not to mistake the merry-go-
how to pull the right mix of people from or goes bankrupt. An élite dealer like round of parties and galas and super-
worlds that are financially lucrative and Gagosian, however, can sometimes wrest yacht cruises for a life of sybaritic leisure.
creatively inspiring.” Blasberg is known away a treasure by offering the owner— The dealer and collector Tico Mugrabi,
for his friendships with models and ac- ideally someone he knows—a whopping who has made many deals with Ga-
tresses, which he chronicles on a popu- premium. If you want the right kind of gosian, said, “The guy is always work-
lar Instagram feed. Often, Blasberg told Jasper Johns to round out your collec- ing, even when he’s having fun. This
me, Gagosian will call him and say, “I tion, you enlist Gagosian to help you motherfucker works 24/7.” The British
saw you with So-and-So. Can you in- find one hanging on somebody else’s painter Jenny Saville, the most expen-
vite them?” wall, then make the owner an offer he sive living female artist, who has worked
A Gagosian party requires adroit cu- can’t refuse. If he does refuse, double the with Gagosian throughout her career,
ration. Too many billionaires and it’ll be offer. Then, if necessary, double it again. concurred: “Even if he’s having dinner,
as dull as Davos; too many artists and It is the super-rich equivalent of order- or if he’s on holiday on a boat, it’s not a
celebrities and who’s going to buy the ing off-menu. holiday. All the fun dinners—they have
art? Some years ago, a staffer planning a Gagosian maintains his influence by a reason for being fun.”
dinner for a Richard Prince opening attending to the discreet status anxiety Gagosian’s longtime friend Jean Pi-
wrote in an e-mail to colleagues, “Before of the buyer who already has everything. gozzi, a photographer and collector, de-
Larry approves this list he would like to Aaron Richard Golub, an attorney who scribed the parties as marketing show-
know if you have sold any art to these represents galleries and wealthy collec- cases in disguise. “Larry’s a genius at
people.” That list included actors (Rob- tors—and who has litigated against Ga- finding these guys, then he brings them
ert De Niro, Leonardo DiCaprio), fat- gosian on numerous occasions—told me, to his house, and people say, ‘Oh, per-
cat art collectors (Steve Cohen, Henry “People in the art world are incredibly haps I should get a couple of Picassos.’”
Kravis), and models (Gisele Bündchen, insecure. The richest guy walks into the Once, Pigozzi recalled, he was at Gago-
Kate Moss). Models are important, Ga- room. He wants a certain painting, but sian’s Manhattan home with the French
gosian once explained, because they “look he can’t get it. Immediately, he’s insecure. billionaire Bernard Arnault, and Arnault
good at a dinner table.” That really is part of what Larry does. expressed enthusiasm for some art on
The beach house’s front door opened He exploits that.” A friend of Gagosian’s display. “I told him, ‘Everything here is
and Anna Weyant, Gagosian’s girlfriend, described attending a dinner at the deal- for sale. Don’t be nervous. You want to
entered. She is petite and blond and was er’s Manhattan town house, along with buy the chair? You can buy the chair.
wearing oversized sunglasses and hold- a fabulously wealthy tech founder, and You want to buy the painting? Just ask!
ing a half-finished beer. Her hair was witnessing a look of “real consternation” It’s all for sale.’” Gagosian insisted to
wet and she greeted him warmly. on the young man’s face as it dawned on me that he does not “sell art out of my
“Were you swimming?” Gagosian him that, for all his money and power, house,” then allowed that he actually has.
asked. he was not as connected as Gagosian, A true dealer knows that everything has
“Yeah,” she said, smiling, before dis- not as cultured, not as cool. Everybody a price, and the best way to raise the
appearing upstairs. was having a grand time, yet this poten- price of something is to say that you
At twenty-eight, Weyant is half a tate was experiencing an unspoken so- would never sell it.
century younger than Gagosian. She is cial demotion. Suddenly, he was a mere
also one of his artists, and her work has arriviste—a visitor at a club to which he s Gagosian likes to point out, he
sold at auction for more than a million
dollars. One painting, an eerily sensual
didn’t belong. “It’s incredible,” Loïc Gou-
zer, a friend of Gagosian’s and a former
A didn’t start life as an insider. He
came of age in the San Fernando Valley,
oil portrait of an upside-down young co-chairman of contemporary art at in a middle-class Armenian American
woman who is sticking out her tongue, Christie’s, marvelled. “He inverted this family. His father, Ara, was a municipal
hangs in the vestibule, between a Prince thing where normally the art dealers were accountant who later retrained as a stock-
and a Twombly. trying to emulate their clients. Larry’s broker. The family never went to muse-
Gagosian has been so successful sell- clients are trying to emulate him.” ums or emphasized the visual arts. But
ing art to the masters of the universe that Gagosian isn’t the first to pull off this Gagosian’s parents both dabbled in show
somewhere along the line he stopped transposition. He is a big reader, and one biz, performing in an Armenian theatre
being their servant. “He’s one of them,” of his favored subjects is the life of Jo- troupe, and his mother, Ann, had a small
Andy Avini, a senior director at the gal- seph Duveen, the great dealer who helped role in “Journey Into Fear,” a 1943 movie
lery, told me. In fact, for much of Ga- assemble the collections of Andrew Mel- that was produced by Orson Welles.
gosian’s clientele he is less a peer than lon, J. P. Morgan, and other Gilded Age Once, when Gagosian asked his mother
an aspirational figure. titans. There are several biographies of what Welles had been like, she revealed
Unlike many luxury items, art works Duveen, Gagosian informed me, and he that he’d taken her out for coffee. “And
tend to be unique objects—“one of one,” has “read ’em all.” According to one of I said, ‘O.K., I don’t want to know any
in the parlance of the trade. The designer them, by S. N. Behrman, Duveen made more,’” Gagosian recalled with a chuckle,
Marc Jacobs told me, “Larry sells things a point of “showing his multimillionaire adding, “My mom was attractive.”
that aren’t for sale.” Typically, the most clients that he lived better than they did.” It wasn’t a happy childhood. Ara “liked
coveted items become available only when Numerous friends of Gagosian’s cau- to gamble, I think more than he should,”
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Gagosian said, and also “drank probably
more than he should.” Gagosian rebelled
as a teen-ager, and he told me that it was
hard for his father “to discipline me, in
a certain way, because his life didn’t seem
particularly disciplined.” Most of Ara’s
stockbroking, Gagosian said, seemed to
consist of “trying to talk his relatives into
buying securities from him.” (Gagosian
has a sister, Judy, who declined to be in-
terviewed for this article.) One peculiar-
ity of Gagosian’s origin story, at least in
his telling, is that his early years had a
notable deficit of the quality that has
come to define his life: ambition. He at-
tended U.C.L.A., where he studied En-
glish, joined the swim team, and did a
little photography. But he dropped out
twice and took six years to graduate. It
was the sixties, and he was in no hurry:
he was a good-looking guy who liked
chasing girls and playing pool and get-
ting stoned with his pals. There was a
brief, ill-considered marriage, in Vegas,
to a college girlfriend, Gwyn Ellen Gar-
side. They divorced after sixteen days. It
was “stupid” to marry so young, Gagosian
says now. In the divorce papers, Garside
explained that she’d married him with
the false understanding that they would “I vow to recount every weird dream I have
“have children” and “both work and save with a generous amount of detail.”
to be self-supporting and to build a fu-
ture together.” Gagosian’s aimlessness
was so pronounced that his father once • •
said, in exasperation, “If you just do some-
thing with your life, I’ll buy you pot.” (In ing attendant in Westwood. He didn’t ered, he could sell a two-dollar poster at
1969, the year Gagosian finally gradu- mind the job, he says: it paid better than a considerable markup, for fifteen bucks.
ated, Ara died, of lung cancer. He was the ninety dollars a week he’d made at He leased a little patio on Broxton Av-
fifty-nine.) William Morris. Then one day, in a mo- enue, in Westwood, and sold framed
After college came a string of menial ment now enshrined in art-world lore, posters to passersby. Gradually, Gagosian’s
jobs: in a record store; in a grocery store; he noticed a street vender selling post- slacker instincts gave way to a more hard-
the graveyard shift at a gas station. Then, ers at the edge of the parking lot. If Ga- nosed entrepreneurialism. He began
through a cousin, Gagosian became an gosian possesses one secret weapon that letting local craftspeople sell leather
assistant at the William Morris Agency, has equipped him for success, it might goods and painted trinkets on the patio,
answering phones and reading scripts. be his disinhibition. He approached the in exchange for six dollars a day and ten
But he hated the airless corporate envi- vender. The posters were “schlock,” Ga- per cent of their gross. In an optimistic
ronment and the jockeying of his col- gosian told me—a kitten toying with a f lourish, he bestowed a name on his
leagues, likening the experience to “a ball of yarn and other images you might ad-hoc enterprise: the Open Gallery. In
knife fight in a phone booth.” He has find on the wall at a pediatrician’s office. 1972, Gagosian told the Los Angeles
occasionally suggested that he was fired But they seemed to be selling. So Gago- Times, “It’s sort of a halfway house, half-
by William Morris, but when I spoke to sian proceeded to, in his words, “copy the way between having to be in business
Michael Ovitz, who supervised him there, guy’s business.” The posters came from for yourself and being a stone-freak-do-
he insisted that Gagosian quit. “I tried a company called Ira Roberts of Beverly nothing hippie.” Eventually, he hired a
to get him to stay!” Ovitz recalled, add- Hills, and Gagosian started buying di- few people and moved indoors, open-
ing that he thinks Gagosian could have rectly from the firm and selling on his ing a proper shop on Broxton. One early
made a formidable agent. He noted of own. Art was an arbitrary choice, in his employee was the musician Kim Gor-
art dealing, “The vocations are similar. account: “If he’d been selling belt buck- don, who, before she formed the band
You’re buying and selling.” les, I might’ve tried to sell belt buckles.” Sonic Youth, assembled thousands of
Gagosian started working as a park- By adding a cheap frame, he discov- picture frames for Gagosian. In a 2015
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Gagosian, the businessman and collector Charles Saatchi, and the dealer Leo Castelli, in St. Barts in 1991.
memoir, Gordon recalled him shouting One detail that has gone largely unre- he had these stacks of art books,” a woman
at her when she worked too slowly, and ported in chronicles of Gagosian’s career he briefly dated around this time, Xiliary
noted, “He was erratic, and the last per- is that, in 1969, he pleaded guilty to two Twil, recalled. “He was really studying.”
son on the planet I would have ever felony charges of forgery, stemming from One day in the mid-seventies, Gagosian
thought would later become the world’s his use of someone else’s credit card. The was paging through a magazine and came
most powerful art dealer.” card was “being passed around by a bunch across a series of photographs he liked—
Ara Gagosian might never have made of my friends,” he told me. “It was a stu- moody black-and-white shots by the New
much money, Larry told me, but he al- pid mistake.” He received a suspended York photographer Ralph Gibson. Ga-
ways had “a nice car in the driveway.” At sentence and probation. gosian cold-called Gibson and announced,
the start of Larry’s ascent, he also pro- Sensing an opportunity to make a “I’ve got this gallery.” How about a West
jected an image of success that was out bigger mark, Gagosian began carrying Coast exhibition?
of proportion to how well he was actu- fine art, mostly prints and photographs. “In those days, I was selling prints for
ally doing. From his first days in the busi- The actor Steve Martin told me, “When two hundred dollars,” Gibson told me.
ness, stories circulated about unpaid bills, he had his poster shop in Westwood, I “So I said, ‘O.K., but you’d have to buy
creditors chasing him, a repo man show- went in. I was a novice art collector and three or four as a guarantee.’” Gagosian
ing up for his car. Doreen Luko, an early he was a novice art dealer.” Martin and flew to New York with a check. Gibson
staffer in L.A., told me that on payday other young Hollywood types who were was represented there by Leo Castelli,
Gagosian’s employees “literally ran to the starting to collect would get drawn in by the legendary dealer who had nurtured
bank in hopes that there would be money something in the window and find them- the careers of Jasper Johns, Frank Stella,
there for our paychecks—whoever got selves in conversation with the eager, and Roy Lichtenstein. “In those days,
there first was going to get paid on time.” gregarious proprietor. Gagosian had no Leo was just the Pope,” Gibson recalled.
Mike Shatzkin, a U.C.L.A. classmate training in art history, but the business He introduced Gagosian to Castelli, and
with whom he lived for a period during he’d stumbled into was one for which “Leo took a liking to him.”
the seventies, told me that Gagosian he was preternaturally suited. He had a Castelli, then in his late sixties, had
sometimes walked out of a restaurant keen sense of aesthetics and design, and grown up in Trieste and come to Amer-
JEAN PIGOZZI
without paying the check. “I did it with what fellow-connoisseurs describe as a ica during the Second World War. A
him once, but it was a thing he did,” near-photographic visual memory. He debonair man with courtly manners, he
Shatzkin said. (Gagosian denies this.) also was a quick learner. “Next to his bed, was a lifelong art lover who didn’t be-
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come a full-time dealer until he was civilized. And Larry”—he laughed— at Gagosian’s house in Venice, along
middle-aged. He spoke five languages “Larry was a tiger.” Castelli, who had no with Basquiat’s girlfriend at the time, a
and was so devoted to his artists that gallery of his own in California, began not yet famous Madonna.) But the main
he supported many of them with gen- consigning works to Gagosian, includ- service that Gagosian provided for New-
erous stipends. Gagosian began spend- ing pieces by Frank Stella. Gagosian es- house wasn’t scouting out the primary
ing more time in New York, and culti- tablished a reputation for showing top market; it was being his detective on
vated a friendship with the older dealer artists who already had representation in the secondary market. The œuvres of
over long lunches at Da Silvano. The New York. “I’m a very bad salesman and even the most renowned artists are in-
photographer Dianne Blell once joked Larry is a very good salesman,” Castelli consistent. Masterpieces are rare and
that Gagosian chased Castelli around conceded, with a gentle caveat about his often hard to find. No central registry
“like a puppy.” At one point, Gagosian more brazen protégé: “Of course, he records the owners, locations, and prices
presented him with a gold Patek Philippe wouldn’t be as scrupulous as I am in ad- of art works. Being a good secondary
watch. Patty Brundage, who spent de- vising one of my clients not to buy a dealer requires knowing which people
cades working for Castelli, told me, “Leo painting because it’s not good enough are collectors, where they live, what hangs
was always looking at other people to for them.” He added, “He also knows inside their houses—and whether they
kind of keep him new, to make him how to deal with very rich people.” might be induced to part with any of it.
vital, and I think Larry was one of those In pursuing a very rich clientele, Ga- Gagosian excelled at what Douglas Cra-
people.” In “Leo and His Circle,” a gosian carved out a different niche from mer, a soap-opera producer and an early
biography by Annie Cohen-Solal, Ga- Castelli’s—one that harked back to Du- client, once called “the hunt.”
gosian posited that his impatience with veen’s relationships with the robber bar- Like a secret society, the art market
art-world pretense may have endeared ons. The secondary market involves the was governed by obscure social codes,
him to Castelli: “I did not do a lot of buying and selling of previously owned and Gagosian was so unbound in his
blah-blah-blah. I think my bluntness work. Castelli had little interest in it, energies and so shameless in his tactics
appealed to him.” and in the mid-twentieth century— that he immediately attracted notice
One day, Castelli and Gagosian were when Americans were creating the most and controversy. The telephone was his
crossing West Broadway when Castelli dazzling art—the secondary business instrument of choice, and he often made
greeted an unassuming-looking gentle- was perceived as a backwater by some upward of a hundred cold calls a day,
man in his fifties who was walking by. dealers. It was also considered a bit dis- sniffing out the location of an art work,
“Who was that?” Gagosian asked. tasteful: Duveen had often supplied his lining up buyers, then haggling with
“That was Si Newhouse. He can buy nouveau-riche clients by obtaining Old the owners until the work shook free.
anything he wants.” Master paintings from noble European The artist Jeff Koons, who first encoun-
Gagosian doubled back and intro- families that had fallen on hard times. tered him in this period, and went on
duced himself. “Give me your number,” By the nineteen-eighties, however, a to work with him for many years, told
he suggested, without an ounce of blah- new generation of wealthy Americans me that the young Gagosian infused
blah-blah. It was one of the most fate- was eager to assemble great collections— the market with a thrilling sense of pos-
ful introductions of his life. and what they desired most was con- sibility: significant art that had been
temporary art. Si Newhouse had a media “locked up” suddenly became accessi-
astelli specialized in what is known empire, and for more than three de- ble. One reason that Gagosian knew
C as the primary market: he guided
the careers of living artists and sold their
cades he was the owner of this maga-
zine. (His family still owns Condé Nast,
where so much noteworthy twentieth-
century art was hidden is that he had
new work in exchange for a commission. the parent company of The New Yorker.) access to a treasure map, in the form of
He took pride in spotting talent in chrys- He was also obsessed with twentieth- Castelli. “I could give him a lot of in-
alis. “When I first saw the work of Johns century art. On Saturday mornings, a formation on where the paintings were,”
and Stella, I was bowled over,” he told car ferried him from his town house, Castelli once acknowledged. “Because
an interviewer in 1987. Castelli, who said on East Seventieth Street, to the gal- I sold most of them.”
that he dealt art chiefly “because of its leries of SoHo. He had a sharp eye and Nosei told me that, during Gagosian’s
groundbreaking importance,” regarded a ready checkbook, and before long Ga- parvenu years, he sometimes talked his
the commercial side of his profession as gosian could be seen squiring him on way into parties and showed up at din-
secondary. When Gagosian initially ven- these excursions. ners to which he wasn’t invited. When
tured beyond poster-hawking, he had no While Gagosian was on the rise, he we met in Amagansett, he mentioned
relationships with artists, so he couldn’t occasionally championed promising that, in the eighties, he’d ventured into
be a primary dealer in the Castelli mold. young artists. When he saw the work the house we were sitting in while the
But what he did have was a gallery in of Jean-Michel Basquiat for the first owner was throwing a party. Friends he
Los Angeles, access to an untapped eco- time—at a 1981 group show in SoHo, was staying with at the time were in-
system of West Coast collectors, and organized by the dealer Annina Nosei— vited, he told me, so he tagged along.
something that Castelli decidedly lacked: he bought three pieces on the spot. The “There wasn’t a place for me at the table,
chutzpah. The art dealer Irving Blum following year, he mounted Basquiat’s so I ate over there,” he said, indicating a
knew both men during this era, and he first show in L.A., where he had opened side garden. He developed a reputation
told me, “Leo was really aristocratic and a bigger, nicer gallery. (Basquiat stayed for wandering away from the festivities
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at private homes, taking clandestine Po- a genius for real estate—the investment money and dirty phone calls, Larry Ga-
laroids of any impressive art that he spied paid off handsomely.) It can be difficult gosian continues to fill his stable with
on the walls, and then offering those these days to recall how polarizing a fig- big names.”
works to his collectors. A few days after ure he was when he first swept into the During this period, Gagosian devel-
a party, he would telephone the hosts city. Then, even more so than now, peo- oped an enduring reputation as a Lo-
and startle them with the news that he ple wondered about his finances: How thario. He dated many glamorous women,
had a buyer who was very interested in could he afford to live so lavishly and including the model Veronica Webb and
the Matisse above their living-room sofa. pay so much for pictures? Did he have the dancer Catherine Kerr; he and Kerr
His hunger, aggressiveness, and stamina a secret backer? Gagosian has always were briefly engaged, but days before the
were so conspicuous that people in SoHo denied it. (Newhouse, for his part, said wedding he called it off. (“Cold feet.”)
began referring to him as GoGo. that he was not Gagosian’s backer, but On more than one occasion, he told peo-
Gagosian has denied surreptitiously he once noted, “There are moments ple, “When women meet me, they ei-
photographing art works and offering when I wish I were.”) Rumors circu- ther want to fuck me or throw up on
them for sale without authorization, but lated—without any apparent founda- me.” An item from Coagula in 1995 de-
there is ample evidence that he did just tion—that Gagosian might be fronting scribed a woman who allegedly called
that. Douglas Cramer told the Times, “I for arms merchants, or in league with the police because Gagosian had been
was in Larry’s office once and I saw Po- drug traffickers. His sudden success had sending “a chauffeur-driven limousine
laroids of pieces that were in my home.” prompted hostility and suspicion in the to her pad every night, which patiently
Indeed, a version of this gambit (minus business, and he portrayed the scuttle- waits for her to emerge, kidnapping-
the Polaroids) remains part of Gagosian’s butt as a calculated effort to undermine style.” (Gagosian denied to me that he
repertoire. Marc Jacobs told me about him. In a 1989 interview, he lamented ever did this, pointing out, “It’s expen-
a dinner he once hosted at his apart- that “people don’t have anything better sive to send a limousine.”)
ment in Paris; among the guests was to do than make up gossip,” adding, “I’m “Talk to anyone you want—talk to
Gagosian. Several days later, Gagosian not going to stop making money to people who don’t like me, I don’t care,”
called Jacobs and proposed buying two squelch rumors.” Gagosian told me when I first proposed
paintings in the apartment—a John Cur- One widespread story at the time writing about him, before catching him-
rin and an Ed Ruscha. As it happened, was that Gagosian liked to make lewd self and saying that maybe I shouldn’t
Jacobs was about to build a new house, telephone calls to women. In a 1986 talk to his “ex-girlfriends.” When I men-
in New York, and needed money, so they diary entry, Andy Warhol alluded to tioned that I might be duty-bound to
quickly came to terms. “The deal was these accounts, writing, “Larry, I don’t do so, Gagosian gave a little laugh, looked
he would pay immediately,” Jacobs re- know, he’s really weird, he got in trou- at me without blinking, and said, “I hope
called. “Somebody came and picked up ble for obscene phone calls and every- you have a good legal department.” He
the paintings three days later, and the thing.” (In the 1996 book “True Colors: dismissed the stories about obscene phone
money was in my account. Done.” The Real Life of the Art World,” by calls as “complete horseshit.” He sug-
Anthony Haden-Guest, Gagosian re- gested that the rumors had originated
n 1985, Gagosian relocated to New sponded, “He called me weird. Warhol!”) with a woman who worked as an art ad-
I York and opened a gallery on Twenty-
third Street, in Chelsea, which at the
The gossipy art magazine Coagula once
expressed surprise that such allegations
viser and was unaccountably upset with
him, even though “I never had anything
time was considered a deeply inauspi- hadn’t slowed Gagosian’s ascent, noting, to do with her.” He wouldn’t tell me who
cious location. (He has always possessed “Despite persistent rumors about dirty the woman was.
I spoke to someone—not an art ad-
viser—who said that she’d received such
a phone call. She didn’t want to be
named, she told me, because “Larry is
very powerful and the art world is very
small.” But she described an incident,
in New York in the early eighties, in
which she and her husband attended a
party, and were introduced to Gagosian.
They chatted only briefly, but then Larry
came back and, looking at her intensely,
asked her to tell him her name again.
She told him, and he repeated it a few
times, then walked off. Later that night,
she and her husband were asleep in bed
when the telephone rang. Her husband
answered and a man asked for her by
name. When the woman took the phone,
the caller said a series of sexual things.
“I hung up, and immediately we said, He bought a Ferrari. He also leased a renovation. (He wanted a swimming
‘It must have been Larry,’” she recalled. big new gallery space in the Parke-Bernet pool on the roof.) It’s a lot of house, he
“It was so blatant. He could have waited building, on Madison Avenue. Allan concedes, but at the time he bought it
a week, and I wouldn’t have figured it Schwartzman, who was then a journal- he was dating Chrissie Erpf, a longtime
out.” It was only after this incident, the ist and is now an art adviser, recalls meet- employee, and she had four children, so
woman said, “that I started hearing from ing with Gagosian shortly after he signed he wanted enough space to accommo-
others, ‘Oh, he’s sort of known for doing the lease. The new space was still under date her family. Then they broke up. Now
that.’” (I also spoke to the husband, who construction, and they stood in the ves- Gagosian shares it with Anna Weyant,
corroborated this account, and to a tibule, looking out at the wealthy men whom he started seeing in 2021, and their
friend of the woman’s, who remembers and women of the Upper East Side walk- respective dogs, along with some staff.
her recounting this experience four de- ing by, like salmon running The house, which was ren-
cades ago.) thick in a river. “He was ovated with an eye for en-
When I told Gagosian about my con- clocking which men of ex- tertaining, can comfortably
versation with the woman, without shar- treme high net worth and seat fifty people at a dinner.
ing her identity, he said, flatly, “Not true. which existing or potential When Gagosian estab-
Never happened. Never. I’m not that kind art collectors were passing lished his gallery, he dis-
of guy.” In any case, the consensus among by, saying, ‘There goes So- dained formal meetings—
people who say that Gagosian made ha- and-So,’ ” Schwartzman he finds bureaucracy and
rassing phone calls is that he stopped. I said. “He knew who every- protocol dull. To increase
did not hear so much as a rumor about one was. He saw them be- sales, he hired several peo-
this sort of conduct occurring at any point fore they knew him. That ple to join him as “directors,”
in the past twenty-five years. kind of aggressiveness and but he treated them a bit
As the business grew, Gagosian lost that eagle sharpness for who mattered— like those crafts peddlers in Westwood
his patina of disreputability. He built a there was no precedent for that. That’s who had paid a commission to sell trin-
base of top-tier clients, and often played the eye of an industrialist. That’s some- kets on his patio. Directors were given a
them off one another. The Chelsea gal- one who was seeking to build a massive phone and a computer and instructions
lery’s first show was an exhibition of Pop financial empire.” to sell. There was no mentoring from
art from the collection of Burton and Gagosian, and little lateral collaboration.
Emily Tremaine, a Connecticut couple he Gagosian gallery is still head- A senior director in London, Millicent
with a sheet-metal fortune. Gagosian
had established this relationship with
T quartered in the Parke-Bernet build-
ing, and now takes up two whole floors.
Wilner, once observed, “There’s no hier-
archy. There’s Larry—and everyone else.”
his usual brio, looking up the Tremaines There’s a retail shop on the ground floor, Gagosian telephones his directors all
in the phone directory, then cold-call- which sells art books, prints, and T-shirts, day. If he can’t reach them, he will call
ing them and offering to buy a Brice offering the more budgetarily constrained them ten times. He will call their spouses.
Marden painting that they owned. Ga- consumer a little piece of the action. In He will send company-wide e-mails de-
gosian befriended the couple, and soon what seems unlikely to have been an ac- manding to know why people haven’t
they were entrusting more of their art cident of design, you must pass through picked up the phone. When he won’t be
to him. In his recollection, Burton would the gift shop in order to access Kappo reachable for any length of time, an e-mail
call and say, “Larry, we got too much art, Masa, the high-end restaurant that oc- is sent out: “Larry will be unavailable be-
we need some cash,” and he’d reply, “I’m cupies the building’s basement, and is tween 3 and 4:30 today.” By implication,
your guy.” The Tremaines owned Piet billed as a “collaboration” between Ga- he is accessible the rest of the time—and
Mondrian’s final painting, “Victory Boo- gosian and the renowned Japanese chef he expects the same of his underlings.
gie Woogie,” and Gagosian told them Masayoshi Takayama. This was where I Because the business is commission-
that he thought he could get eleven mil- first met with Gagosian, for lunch in driven, and still dominated by its char-
lion dollars for it. He then telephoned January. He was sitting at a prominent ismatic owner, competition among di-
Si Newhouse and sold him the paint- table in the wood-panelled, art-filled rectors can be ferocious. “There’s a lot of
ing for exactly that amount. (After the space, framed by an open kitchen where money on the table,” a source who has
sale, Newhouse said of Gagosian, “I think great flames occasionally ignited, like pe- worked at the gallery told me, explain-
he has a refined eye. But at the level I’m troleum flares. The place was boisterous, ing that directors can make ten per cent
dealing with, his eye is less important. and he greeted passing supplicants with of the gallery’s profit on a sale. The di-
It doesn’t take an eye to sell Mondrian’s the smiling disengagement of a village rectors “are Larry’s children,” the person
‘Victory Boogie Woogie.’ It takes a will- mayor. (“Hi, how ya doing? Maybe I’ll said, “and they all want to look the best
ing buyer and a willing seller and some- see you in Paris.”) He still lives nearby, in their father’s eyes.”
one like Larry to bring them together.”) but in 2015 he sold the carriage house, Other mega-galleries—Zwirner,
In 1990, the owner of the Amagan- for eighteen million dollars, and moved Hauser & Wirth, Pace—are family oper-
sett house was getting divorced, and Ga- into the Harkness Mansion, a twenty- ations. Gagosian has no kids. Having
gosian bought it, for eight million dol- thousand-square-foot domicile that he built this global colossus, he is now be-
lars. He bought a carriage house, with bought for thirty-six million dollars and sieged by speculation about what will
its own lap pool, on the Upper East Side. then subjected to an exacting multiyear become of it when he’s no longer in
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 37
charge. Kappo Masa was noisy, and Ga- basically a shark, a feeding machine.” in the eighties, was the Abstract Ex-
gosian, who has become hard of hearing That may be true, but Gagosian is pressionist Cy Twombly. The artist, who
but does not wear a hearing aid, kept also a scholar of appearances, and he died in 2011, was then in his late fifties
tilting his head so that I could repeat told me that the image many people and dividing his time between Lexing-
things. He is very well preserved for have of him is unfair. In contrast to his ton, Virginia, and the port city of Gaeta,
seventy-eight, but he recently had cata- mentor, Castelli, he has been seen as south of Rome. Gagosian telephoned
ract surgery to fix one of his famously more of a collector’s dealer than an art- him in Italy incessantly. Nicola Del Ro-
discerning eyes (“I couldn’t read a fucking ist’s dealer—a view that Gagosian con- scio, the president of the Cy Twombly
book”), and the other eye has an under- siders a caricature. Of course, in the early Foundation, told me that for a while
lying condition that can’t be corrected. days he only represented collectors. One Twombly greeted these intrusions by
Late last year, the gallery announced the innovation that even Gagosian’s detrac- immediately hanging up. Finally, on one
appointment of a new board, a charac- tors credit him for is holding museum- occasion, Twombly picked up and Ga-
teristically starry assortment of cultural quality historical shows in a commer- gosian said, “It’s the crazy Armenian—
and business types: Sofia Coppola, the cial gallery. He did this out of necessity, don’t put down the phone!” Twombly
film director; J. Tomilson (Tom) Hill, he explained: “We had no artists!” In was so amused that he decided to hear
the former vice-chairman of Blackstone 1995, he mounted a Rubens show, and Gagosian out.
Group. Because Gagosian is such an ob- later the Picasso biographer John Rich- It was the beginning of an extraor-
ject of fixation in rarefied circles, the ardson became a consultant for the gal- dinary relationship. “I loved Cy,” Ga-
press framed this reshuffle in corporate lery. Hiring a scholar was unconven- gosian told me. Twombly began exhib-
governance as a moment of Shakespear- tional but clever. Richardson curated a iting at the gallery in 1986, and in the
ean portent. The Times: “Without series of landmark Picasso shows, in- subsequent two decades he experienced
Heirs, Larry Gagosian Finally cluding a 2009 exhibition in Chelsea of the kind of late flowering that most art-
Plans for Succession.” the painter’s late pictures, which drew ists can only dream of—big, vigorous
At lunch, Gagosian bristled at this an estimated hundred thousand people. canvasses that Gagosian sometimes sold
characterization. “That’s not really what The novelty of such events, in theory, days after they were finished. In another
drives this,” he said. “I don’t see it, per was that in most cases the work on dis- pioneering move, Gagosian opened in-
se, as succession planning.” He assured play was borrowed, and not for sale. But ternational galleries—starting with Lon-
me that he has no plans to retire or to to assume that Gagosian was motivated don, Rome, and Paris—and he often
even step back a little. “I enjoy what I purely by his love for Picasso or by his inaugurated them with a show of new
do,” he said, adding, “I don’t know what civic good will would be to miss his grasp Twomblys. “It was an incredible collab-
else to do.” of the subtle physics of the business. The oration,” Del Roscio said. “They almost
Gagosian, who eats at Kappo Masa historical shows were advertisements for were trying to outdo each other, like a
several times a week, ordered grilled the gallery, affiliating the Gagosian name game.” These new Twombly paintings
yellowtail and a seaweed salad. He was with some of the greatest artists of all often sold for five million dollars. “Nat-
affable and charming but noticeably time. And often there was a thing or urally, there is also a financial interest—
guarded. He will happily repeat anec- two for sale. On the gallery floor, it might why not?” Del Roscio said. “Money is
dotes that he’s told a thousand times have been all reverential appreciation for at the base of everything.” Gagosian
(Basquiat and Madonna, etc.), but he the brushstrokes, but a Gagosian direc- sometimes jokes that “overhead is the
greets any questions about his motiva- tor once divulged that Larry was also mother of invention,” and it’s not an
tions or his psychology, or about his cli- “aggressively negotiating in the back exaggeration to say that his gallery’s in-
ents or the particulars of his business, room.” (Deals were made on some of ternational expansion was subsidized
with the stone-faced implacability of a those late Picassos.) As for the relation- largely by Twombly. Gagosian had se-
secret agent. This may be the natural ship with Richardson, Irving Blum told cured a commission rate of about thirty
result of running an operation that is me, “Larry was playing the long game,” per cent, so if he sold ten paintings at
reflexively discreet: Gagosian reaps huge adding, “He understood the involvement an opening he could pocket fifteen mil-
profits from asymmetries of informa- that John had with members of the Pi- lion dollars.
tion. But, fundamentally, he does not casso family. He thought he could get When Leo Castelli died, in 1999, Ga-
seem to be an introspective person. In a certain amount of material through gosian inherited a number of artists and
Michael Shnayerson’s 2019 book, “Boom: that conduit.” Richardson died in 2019. collectors. (In a public conversation at
Mad Money, Mega Dealers, and the The gallery now has relationships with the 92nd Street Y, Gagosian was asked
Rise of Contemporary Art,” a director several Picasso heirs. In the end, Blum what he had absorbed from Castelli. He
recalls asking Gagosian if he might write said, he “got much more than he ever replied, “I absorbed a lot of his, uh, cli-
a memoir. Gagosian’s response was that thought he could.” ents.”) In 2001, a little over a year after
he avoids self-reflection, because that is Gagosian expanded to London, the city’s
how you “lose your edge.” The late art agosian eventually amassed a sta- dominant dealer, Anthony d’Offay, re-
critic Peter Schjeldahl once observed,
“We think of genius as being compli-
G ble of living artists, pursuing them
as relentlessly as he had hunted for pri-
tired, and Gagosian inherited yet more,
including the sculptor Rachel Whiteread.
cated. But geniuses have the fewest mov- vately held masterpieces. One of the He also poached artists with abandon.
ing parts. . . . Gagosian is simple. He’s first major figures he went after, back One advantage of having satellite gal-
38 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
leries is that he could offer shows in
other cities to artists who already had
New York representation, just as he had
introduced Ralph Gibson’s work to Los
Angeles. Gagosian scorns any sugges
tion that luring artists away from other
dealers is unsporting, and resents any
dealer—David Zwirner is a favorite ex
ample—who tries “to burnish his eth
ics on my hide.” Gagosian may be tetchy
about this subject because these days he
suffers the occasional defection himself:
Yayoi Kusama left for Zwirner; Julian
Schnabel left for Pace. It’s fair to say,
though, that one way Gagosian has
transformed the art business is by nor
malizing poaching. Many artists have
clearly absorbed the idea that loyalty is
sentimental and that, in a free market,
they should always keep an eye out for
a better deal.
When Schnabel quit the gallery, in
2016, he said, “I wanted to have a more
human relationship with the person
who was representing my work,” add
ing, “You want somebody to be on the
other end of the line.” The sheer size
of Gagosian’s current roster means that
he cannot visit every studio or attend
every opening, and this can generate
anxiety and resentment. Even with his
own artists, he must contend with the
Gagosian reputation. In 2011, the art
ist Mike Kelley, who was represented
by Gagosian before his death, told the
magazine Artillery, “Larry Gagosian, I
know, doesn’t care about my work. It’s
like, you’re there as long as he can make Gagosian and the artist Cy Twombly, in St. Petersburg, Russia, in 2003.
money off you.”
Nonetheless, many of Gagosian’s art tracted by the illustrious lineup: “It was up in England, told me that when her
ists adore him. The front yard of the a gallery that showed Twombly and stepmother first met Gagosian she said,
Amagansett house features a work by Serra, and Larry saw me as a peer in “He’s so American.” He was like some
Richard Serra, who began showing at that way. I was twentysix years old. one “you would see on TV when you
the gallery in 1983. His mammoth sculp What’s not to like?” There was a heady were little,” Brown continued. “The looks.
tures of weatherproof steel pose devilish sense, she continued, not simply of grad The attitude. Very male.” In the early
logistical challenges: Andy Avini, the se uating to that pantheon of esteem but years, Gagosian often visited Brown’s
nior director, recalls a day when a huge also of entering into conversation with studio. “He had a knack for finding the
curved sheet of steel was waiting to be her heroes. Once, she got to help hang oddball thing,” she remembered. “There’s
installed for a show in Chelsea, and a Twombly show in New York. On an always the obvious favorite, but some
downtown skateboarders turned it into other occasion, Gagosian arranged for times the artist has a secret favorite, and
an improvised halfpipe. Gagosian of her to spend an afternoon in the East I’d often find that Larry would home in
fers artists commercial rewards, but he Hampton studio of Willem de Koon on the oddball work in the corner and
also helps them expand their ambitions, ing, which had remained essentially un say, ‘That’s a good painting.’” Gagosian
through big budgets and big spaces. The touched since his death, a few years ear is not given to flowery disquisitions when
gallery has to approve expensive proj lier. She passed the hours studying the commenting on a work of art, preferring
ects, and Serra once said of him, “He’s master’s long palette knives. “I proba instead to render a clipped verdict: “She’s
JEAN PIGOZZI
never told me no.” bly had ten years of development that a good painter.” “Not his best.” For all
Jenny Saville, who joined Gagosian day,” she said. his avaricious energy and negotiating
in 1997, admitted to me that she was at The painter Cecily Brown, who grew prowess, Brown believes, Gagosian
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 39
could reach nine.’ Sometimes they for-
get that it’s art.”
Saville made a similar observation.
“Larry loves art, but he also loves money
in a way that I just don’t understand,”
she said. “I remember there being a de
Kooning painting, and we were both
going to see it. I was devouring the brush
marks, and I could see he was devour-
ing the price tag.” In an interview for a
2012 PBS documentary about David
Geffen, the billionaire media impresario
and art collector, Gagosian acknowledged
that Geffen has a real eye, and loves art,
and loves living with the art and blah-
blah-blah—but then he observed that
Geffen was also a master at treating art
as an asset. After all, Gagosian pointed
out, “it’s money on the walls.”
50 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 PHOTO ILLUSTRATION BY JOAN WONG
he music came down the hall afraid of both of them, though the hus- got a nickel for you, go buy yourself
SHOCK WAVES
“Oppenheimer” and “Barbie.”
BY ANTHONY LANE
he new film from Christopher For Oppenheimer, no talk is ever small. And what does that, you may wonder,
undimmed shock, as if he were staring fore the war, but it has clearly been en- this talkative movie, the chattering dies
straight through us at matters invisible gineered by the F.B.I. and by certain down. Many observers, including Oppen-
to regular mortals. “What happens to figures who have Oppenheimer’s worst heimer’s boss, General Leslie R. Groves
stars when they die?” he says, by way of interests at heart. The second occasion (Matt Damon), lie flat on the ground.
small talk, at a party in Berkeley. There is a Senate hearing, in 1959, that is held One scientist, confronting the blast, wears
he meets the incandescent Jean Tatlock to confirm the appointment of Lewis sunscreen and shades, as if he were at the
(Florence Pugh); later, at her bidding, he Strauss (Robert Downey, Jr.) as President beach. All music is finally hushed. The
translates a Sanskrit text as they make love. Eisenhower’s Secretary of Commerce. sole sound is human breathing, in and
54 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
Christopher Nolan’s film portrays the creation of the atomic bomb; Greta Gerwig’s brings Barbie to the real world.
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out. The clock counts down; time stops; Gosling), though he wishes he were more like Barbie when she ditches her high
then comes the flowering of fire. than that. “We’re girlfriend-boyfriend,” heels, struggles to find its footing. The
It’s a hell of a sequence, and, as you he tells her, running the words together membrane between the two arenas, the
might expect, it’s infernally beautiful to into a single unit. Smooth. They can’t true and the fantastical, grows so porous
behold. Rising in the wake of such im- have sex, although a showing of “Team as to be meaningless; not only are Glo-
ages is the issue of moral decorum: What America: World Police” (2004) might ria and Sasha imported into Barbie Land
can you, or should you, show? When give them some handy tips. Still, they but so is the angry C.E.O. of Mattel
slides of Hiroshima are projected at Los can party every night. All is well until (Will Ferrell), plus a gang of his corpo-
Alamos, some people look away, unable Barbie starts having thoughts of death, rate henchmen. “Barbie” is, in every sense,
to countenance what their loyal efforts whatever that may be; bewildered, all over the place. Because it’s “A Mat-
have wrought. Not a frame of this film she consults Weird Barbie (Kate Mc- tel Production,” as the opening credits
is set in Japan; Nolan relies on his lead- Kinnon), who lives on a hill, does the inform us, it wants to have its cake, eat
ing man to suffer the fallout in spirit. splits, makes a case for being “sad and it, mock it, smear it on the faces of the
There are screen-filling closeups of Op- mushy and complicated,” and proposes manufacturers, and still sell a shitload
penheimer, who appears to be haunt- a trip to reality. of dolls—or, as a recent piece in the Times
ing himself. Now and then, the very What we have here, in short, under suggested, “drive near-infinite brand syn-
space around him quivers in response, layers of stylization, is a standard-issue ergies,” the sort of phrase that makes me
as if his tremors of conscience were giv- journey of discovery. Barbie, with the want to move to Bhutan and raise goats.
ing off shock waves. (“That crybaby,” uninvited yet eager Ken in tow, follows “Barbie” is fun, no question, yet the
Harry Truman says of him.) The gran- the pink road like a shrimp-colored Dor- fun is fragmented. You come away with
deur is tremendous, and yet, this being othy, travelling not from Kansas to Oz a head full of bits: interruptions that are
Nolan, it needs to be surrounded with but from Barbie Land to Los Angeles. sprinkled over the plot like glitter. Mop-
the little things. When Groves is search- There she meets a teen-ager named Sasha ing Barbies tend to watch the BBC’s
ing for someone to oversee the creation (Ariana Greenblatt) and her mother, Glo- “Pride and Prejudice” for the seventh
of the bomb, he walks into a classroom ria (America Ferrera), one of whom is or time, we hear, whereupon the screen fills
for his first meeting with Oppenheimer was Barbie’s owner; if Barbie is feeling with a clip of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy.
and, to his face, calls him theatrical, depressed or messed up, it’s because of Wackier still is a scene in which Barbie
egotistical, and unstable. Oppenheimer them. By a helpful coincidence, Gloria complains of no longer being pretty; a
smiles. He gets the job. works at the headquarters of Mattel. “Bar- voice-over (Helen Mirren) butts in to
bie in the real world—that’s impossible,” point out that hiring Margot Robbie to
hat’s the difference between she says, summarizing the hook of the play unpretty is poor casting. This earned
W Greta Gerwig’s previous movie,
“Little Women” (2019), and “Barbie,”
film and, incidentally, echoing the hero
of “Oppenheimer,” when he learns that
a laugh when I saw the movie, but you
have to ask: Who’s it for? Will young
her latest enterprise? Well, one is based German scientists have split the atom. girls return to the film again and again,
on a book by Louisa May Alcott, and “That’s impossible,” he says. (I was hop- as they did to “Frozen” (2013)? If so, what
the other on a well-thumbed classic toy ing that he’d shout out “Fission: impos- will they make of the dialogue, with
by Mattel. (I won’t spoil things by say- sible!” but you can’t have everything.) its mentions of “sexualized capitalism,”
ing which is which.) Also, if memory A further similarity: just as Downey “rampant consumerism,” and “cognitive
serves, Jo, Beth, and the other girls didn’t threatens to pull Nolan’s film out of orbit, dissonance”? How will they react when
spend that much time on fluorescent so, in “Barbie,” does Gosling attract a Sasha addresses Barbie as “you fascist”?
Rollerblades. Their loss. dangerous share of the dramatic energy. Maybe the movie is for Greta Gerwig.
Powering the new film is the idea His line readings keep taking you by sur- And, by extension, for anyone as super-
that there’s a magical place called Barbie prise; a late-night solo dance, outside smart as her—former Barbiephiles, pref-
Land, which is home to all the Barbies, Barbie’s house, has a mournful shimmy; erably, who have wised up and put away
not least the Barbie (Margot Robbie), and he is the beneficiary of Gerwig’s childish things. Nobody else would even
who is proud to describe herself as most inspired joke, which is that Ken, in attempt to meld a feminist colloquium
“stereotypical.” She sleeps in a heart- California, discovers—and totally digs— with a plug for a chunk of plastic, and,
shaped bed, in a house that lies so bra- the patriarchy. “I’m just going to pop into if the result is a deep disappointment
zenly open for inspection that J. Edgar the library and see if I can find some after “Little Women,” perhaps depth is
Hoover would moan with delight. Being books on trucks,” he says. He then spir- the wrong thing to ask for. Think of the
a doll, Barbie kicks off her day with a its that leathery masculinity back into kid in Charles Baudelaire’s essay “The
dry shower, has her breakfast without Barbie Land, which he rechristens Ken- Philosophy of Toys,” who shakes and
consuming it, and floats down to ground dom. He fights with his fellow-Kens, bangs a toy in exasperation, before fi-
level rather than taking the stairs. The plays guitar not to but at Barbie, and nally prizing it open. “But where is its
dominant, not to say overbearing, hue (this has to be peak Gosling) pauses in soul? ” Baudelaire says, adding, “This mo-
of her existence is pink. Watching the mid-conversation with her to smirk at ment marks the beginnings of stupor
first half hour of this movie is like being the bulge of his own biceps. and melancholy.” Sometimes the shiny
waterboarded with Pepto-Bismol. All of which is tricky for the balance surface is enough. Or, as Barbie’s beau
Barbie has a male chum, Ken (Ryan of the story, but, then, the entire movie, would say, Kenough.
56 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
has arrived from Moscow, and medical
BOOKS experts trained in the latest science, psy-
chology, have been shipped in to deter-
BROTHERS IN LAW
mine whether Dmitry was overtaken by
a newly discovered phenomenon: a fit of
passion. “I read about this recently,” one
Dostoyevsky’s novel of a family at war with itself. of the townswomen offers. “Doctors con-
firm it: they confirm everything.”
BY JENNIFER WILSON By 1878, when Dostoyevsky sat down
to write “The Brothers Karamazov,” Rus-
sia was in the throes of a true-crime craze
and courtroom trials had become media
events. A few years earlier, the reform-
ist tsar Alexander II had opened the
courts to public audiences and, separately,
granted greater freedom to the press. The
two developments created a Russian read-
ing public that was rabid for shocking
tales of murder and a liberated press
that was happy to supply them. There
were periodicals devoted to crime, such
as Glasnyi Sud (“Open Court”), and “The
Criminal Chronicle” became a standard
feature of Russian newspapers. (Dosto-
yevsky found the germ for “Crime and
Punishment” in a newspaper story about
a young man who killed a chef and a
washerwoman with an axe; the paper
said he was an Old Believer, a Raskol-
nik.) Sensing an audience, both in the
courtroom and beyond, prosecutors and
defense attorneys alike began to argue
and persuade in style, often invoking fic-
tional killers whose stories might dis-
tract jurors from the real case in front of
them. Raskolnikov, the impoverished axe
murderer of “Crime and Punishment,”
was a popular choice.
Dostoyevsky was as addicted as any-
one to the crime stories flooding the pa-
o, gentlemen of the jury, they have clares. “We’re capable of combining all pers. He contributed to the frenzy, cov-
“ N their Hamlets, while we still have possible contradictions and simultane- ering trials in his magazine, A Writer’s
only our Karamazovs!” Arguments are ously contemplating both abysses at the Diary, where his reporting sometimes
under way in the state’s case against Dmi- same time, the abyss above, that of lofty slipped into personal testimony. Of a
try Karamazov, on trial for the murder of ideals, and the abyss below, that of the woman whose attacker was acquitted, he
his father, Fyodor Karamazov, and for the most vile and stinking degradation.” wrote, “She endured several minutes (far
theft of three thousand rubles from the The prosecutor’s speech is crammed too many minutes) of mortal fear. Do
old man’s room. In a crowded courtroom, with quotable lines for journalists who you know what mortal fear is? . . . It’s al-
the prosecutor, Ippolit Kirillovich, is re- have flocked to the town of Skotoprigo- most the same as a death sentence being
minding his audience of the unpredict- nevsk (derived from the Russian word read to one tied to a stake for execution
able, inconsistent nature of the Russian for “cattle yard”) to attend Dmitry’s trial. while they pull the hood over his head.”
character. Dmitry has a reputation for “‘They have their Hamlets, while we still He was drawing from memory. In 1849,
generosity (he was known to treat peas- have only our Karamazovs!’ That was when he was twenty-seven, Dostoyevsky
ants to champagne), but this does not clever,” someone in the crowd remarks had been arrested for participating in a
make a man incapable of murder, least of afterward. The trial is national news, the discussion group called the Petrashevsky
all in Russia. “We possess broad natures, object of “feverish, irritating interest” Circle, whose members debated social-
Karamazov natures,” the prosecutor de- across Russia. A star defense attorney ism and read banned literature. Along
with other members of the circle, he was
It is almost as if the whole Karamazov family were in on the crime together. sentenced to death by firing squad. On
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December 22nd, just before he was to be In “The Brothers Karamazov,” now try was left to wander by himself on the
executed, a messenger from the Tsar sud- available in a lively, fast-flowing new estate with just one button holding his
denly arrived with a last-minute reprieve. translation by Michael Katz (Liveright), trousers together. Ivan and Alyosha, Fyo-
Dostoyevsky was sentenced to hard labor Dostoyevsky blended the family novel dor’s sons by his late second wife, were
in Siberia, followed by six years of com- with the whodunnit, revealing the capa- left unwashed and underfed. Smerdya-
pulsory military service. ciousness of the novel as a form and the kov, the son of a mentally ill woman
In the labor camp, Dostoyevsky ex- power of blood as a metaphor. The Kara- named Lizaveta, whom Fyodor was ru-
perienced a political and spiritual con- mazovs fit what Dostoyevsky described mored to have raped, suffered from epi-
version that led him to reject the French in A Writer’s Diary as “an accidental fam- lepsy, possibly induced by beatings. Ip-
utopian socialism of his youth and em- ily,” sons merely by birth, brothers in polit Kirillovich gets all this out of the
brace the idea of a benevo- name only. In this, they re- way at the start of the trial, anticipating
lent autocracy guided by the sembled Russia, which he the defense. “There were no paternal,
Russian Orthodox faith. As saw as a family at war with spiritual obligations,” he tells the jury, of
a way of atoning for his ear- itself. There are three Kara- Fyodor: “he raised his little ones in the
lier radicalism, he devoted mazov brothers. Dmitry is backyard, and was glad when they were
much of his career to de- Fyodor’s eldest son. Alyo- taken away from him. He even forgot
picting wayward Russian sha, the youngest, has been about them completely.” In short, the
youth confused and cor- living in a local monastery. prosecutor concludes, quoting another
rupted by Western ideas of Ivan, the middle brother, has cold, uncaring patriarch, the French mon-
progress. Years later, at a lit- been working in Moscow as arch Louis XV, “the old man’s only moral
erary gathering, one such a book critic. (There is also principle was après moi, le déluge.”
youth asked Dostoyevsky, a possible fourth brother, The subject of regicide hangs over the
“Who gave you the right to speak like Fyodor’s servant Smerdyakov, who is courtroom. What responsibilities does a
this, on behalf of all Russian people?” thought to be his illegitimate son.) Nei- father—of a family, of a nation—have to
The author lifted the hem of his pants, ther Alyosha nor Ivan is a suspect in his children? And what recourse do these
revealing scars left on his ankles from their father’s murder, but the novel tries children have when their basic needs are
years of wearing shackles. “This is my them for spiritual culpability. Did they not met? These questions had political
right to speak like this,” he told the crowd. do enough to prevent the murder, or did echoes that had already determined the
Dostoyevsky’s experience colored his they look away? In “The Brothers Kara- fate of nations all over Europe. During
views on the new court system. His com- mazov,” Dostoyevsky puts Russia itself the trial, it becomes obvious that the jour-
mentary could be conflicted, as if he on trial, forcing all its children to fess up nalists are less concerned with who killed
were cross-examining his own soul. He to their bad behavior. Fyodor Karamazov than with the nature
had seen for himself what hard labor of the crime: in a country ruled by one
could do to a man, and, noting Russia’s hough Dmitry swears he is inno- man, patricide was inevitably a symbolic
large number of acquittals, he praised
his countrymen for applying the law
T cent, the case against him is, from
a legal standpoint, open and shut. Dmi-
act. The novel is set in 1866, a “transi-
tional progressive epoch,” the narrator,
“from a Christian point of view.” (In try had a motive: he believed his father the town gossip, tells us. It has been five
1889, Russian juries acquitted violent of- had stolen his inheritance, which he years since Alexander II abolished serf-
fenders at a rate—thirty-six per cent— needed to run off with his girlfriend, a dom, and yet Fyodor’s serf Grigory has
that far exceeded those in Western Eu- sweet temptress with a name to match, stayed behind to serve his master, to the
rope, an indication of pervasive mistrust Grushenka (Russian for “little pear”), protestations of his wife, Marfa. “Do you
of the state.) But he also feared that ver- whom Fyodor was trying to woo him- understand what duty is?” he chides her.
dicts of not guilty were being confused self. Dmitry also had the means: he was “I do understand what duty is, Grigory
with spiritual absolution. Acquittals left one of two people—the other being Vasilievich, but what sort of duty do we
no room for remorse. Smerdyakov—who knew the secret have to remain here?” she implores. “That
“The Brothers Karamazov” is the last knock, signalling that the “little pear” I don’t understand at all.” When Grigory
in Dostoyevsky’s tetralogy of so-called had arrived in the night, that would make sees Dmitry in the garden at night, he
murder novels, following “Crime and Fyodor open his door at once. Then, screams—even without knowing that
Punishment,”“The Idiot,” and “The Pos- there is the fact that after the murder Fyodor is dead—“Patricide!” The talk
sessed.” In it, Dostoyevsky satirizes the Dmitry appeared in town covered in about masters no longer being masters,
theatrical nature of Russia’s court system blood and waving a wad of cash around. about the order of things being rear-
and treats what he sees as its limitations The only wrinkle in the prosecutor’s ranged, has him on edge.
with deadly seriousness. Though no lon- case is the victim. No one liked Fyodor By the time Dostoyevsky wrote “The
ger a socialist, Dostoyevsky could never Karamazov. He was a landlord and a Brothers Karamazov,” Grigory’s worries
shake his faith in the collective. He was lecher, a proud “sensualist” who likened had become those of a nation, and anxiety
wary of any system that held individu- himself to “an ancient Roman patrician had given way to terror. Bazarov, the char-
als responsible for the failures of society. of the decadent period.” He held drunken ismatic nihilist of Ivan Turgenev’s novel
In a country, as in a family, guilt was a orgies in front of his children. The town “Fathers and Sons,” which was published
collective inheritance. doctor testifies that as a little boy Dmi- in 1862, was smoking in parlors and seduc-
58 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
Your Anniversary
ing society women with talk of science Russian soul, divined and interpreted in Immortalized
and reason. Fifteen years later, the coun his novels as nowhere else,” it announced. in Roman Numerals
try’s radical youth had traded their cig “Here comes the Scythian, the true Scyth
arettes for dynamite, and the women in ian, who is going to revolutionize all our .646.6466
their midst were being handed lists of intellectual habits,” another critic ex
targets to assassinate. In 1878, Vera Za claimed, invoking the nomadic people
sulich—a clerk who had come under who once roamed the Russian steppes.
the influence of a student revolutionary The English were left perplexed, as
named Sergey Nechayev—shot the gov if they had survived the book rather than A DV ERTISE ME NT
ernor of St. Petersburg in his office. In a read it. “Amazing in places, of course;
decision that shocked Europe, she was but my God!—what incoherence and
acquitted by a Russian jury. Zasulich be what verbiage, and what starting of mon
came an international celebrity and set sters out of holes to make you shudder,”
tled in Switzerland, spreading the gos the novelist John Galsworthy wrote. Jo
pel of violent revolution; Oscar Wilde’s seph Conrad echoed this ambivalence,
first play, “Vera; or, the Nihilists,” first per calling the novel “an impossible lump of WHAT’S THE
formed in 1883, was inspired by her.
In 1880, the year “The Brothers Kara
valuable matter.” Everyone could sense
that something important had happened. BIG IDEA?
mazov” was published, there were attempts But what? Small space has big rewards.
on the lives of Alexander II and the min The answer lies in the texture of
ister of the interior. The head of the secret Dostoyevsky’s language. The novel has
police had been assassinated two years a spoken quality that is meant to com
earlier by an anarchist named Sergey municate the unreliability of memory
Kravchinsky, known as Stepniak, who and the fact that people tend to misun
then fled to London, where he eventually derstand one another far more often than TO FIND OUT MORE, CONTACT
JILLIAN GENET | 305.520.5159
encouraged Constance Garnett, Dosto they do the opposite. Katz is particularly jgenet@zmedia-inc.com
yevsky’s early Englishlanguage translator, attentive to this feature of Dostoyevsky’s
to learn Russian. Across Europe, terrorism prose. His is, by my estimation, the voi
was referred to as “the Russian method.” ciest translation of the novel thus far.
Kirillovich warns the jury in Dmitry’s He writes at the fever pitch of speech,
trial that all of Europe is watching to see unleashing the speed and the chaos of
what they decide, that foreign powers the original. All anyone knows of the
might intervene if Russia cannot keep events that led to Fyodor’s murder comes
its house in order. “Don’t tempt them,” through an inconsistent narrator who is
he cautions, “don’t accumulate their con often relaying rumors spread by unreli
stantly growing hatred by a verdict that able sources. The witnesses who take
justifies a son’s murder of his own father!” the stand are nervous, stammering. They
melt down in jealous rages and burst out
or much of the nineteenth century, in tears while remembering events that
F Russian literature lived, in the minds
of most Western Europeans, behind,
took place twenty years earlier. The non
plussed detectives who interview Dmi
well, a curtain. The curtain was ornately try about the night of the murder seem
embroidered with images of bears, onion to have wandered in from a different
domes, and noble savages untainted by novel, one in which personalities are co
logic. Russians, D. H. Lawrence wrote, herent, cause leads to effect, and clues
“have only been inoculated with the virus build toward an answer. When the de
of European culture and ethic. The virus tectives question Dmitry about the three
works in them like a disease. And the thousand rubles he was seen with after
inflammation and irritation comes forth the murder, Dmitry claims it was money
as literature.” The most inflamed Rus he had saved and stuffed in an amulet
sian writer was said to be a man called he sewed and kept on his chest. Where
Dostoyevsky. His hatred of Western is the amulet? they ask:
Europeans only added to his mystique.
When, in 1912, Garnett translated “I threw it away there.”
“The Brothers Karamazov” into English, “Where, precisely?”
its review in the Times Literary Supple- “On the square, on the square! The devil
knows where on the square.
ment covered almost the entire front Why do you need to know this?”
page. “We are told that through him “It’s extremely important, Dmitry Fyodor-
alone can we hope to understand the ovich: material evidence in your favor. How is it
SICKENING
that lox, too, has a sell-by date. Its own
bagel-shaped boulder ultimately rolls
back down.
How bad is processed food? The raw, the cooked, and the rot-
ten: it sounds like a Sergio Leone movie.
BY ADAM GOPNIK The odd thing is that, in the realm of
culinary culture, the processed and the
pickled are now in a kind of gunfight:
we vilify the processed, heroize the
pickled. Nothing is more fashionable
than sauerkraut. (Fifteen pages of a
new bible of gastronomy, derived from
the ultra-chic Paris restaurant Septime,
are devoted to things bathed in acid
and marinated at length in jars, with-
out a cream sauce in sight.) Yet what
makes something processed rather than
preserved turns out to be as difficult to
define as the more abstract-seeming
difference between the cultural and the
natural, and between the two lie the
usual snares of usage—the sort of snare
that can hoist the unwary into the trees,
as in “Predator,” which is, come to think
of it, also a tale of the raw and the
cooked, though with humans as the
natural objects rather than as the cul-
tural subjects.
In the new book “Ultra-Processed
People” (Norton), the British doctor
and medical journalist Chris van
Tulleken bravely turns himself into a
guinea pig to explore the ins and outs
of ultra-processed food (U.P.F.)—ba-
sically, food made up of substances
that you would never find at home.
He has in mind all those cereals and
he opposition of the raw and the of sushi is both raw and cooked, “made,” snacks and ice creams we see on su-
T cooked, to borrow from the title
of Claude Lévi-Strauss’s most cited
in the cultural sense, by a knife and
seaweed. Sushi is the dream of pure
permarket shelves with lists of ingre-
dients as long as the Catalogue of
though not best-read book, seems basic sensation, but herring is the normal Ships in the Iliad. We learn that a
to our ideas of nature and culture. A state of life. The more consequential U.K. snack known as the Turkey Twiz-
raw prawn is part of the sea; broiled, point is that cooked meat decays more zler is “a paste of turkey protein, mod-
it becomes part of our art. But for slowly than raw; pickling and curing ified carbohydrates (pea starch, rice
Lévi-Strauss the real work was done postpone the unpalatable end even lon- and grain flours, maize starch, dex-
by the third leg of his “culinary trian- ger. We save the world from rotting trose), industrial oils (coconut and
gle”: the rotting. Spoilage, after all, is by rolling it in salt, smoking it in maple rapeseed) and emulsifiers” that’s com-
a natural tendency of food and the fires, preserving it in brine. Nature is bined with acidity regulators, flavor-
most urgent reason we transform na- always going bad, and the most im- ings, and antioxidants before being
ture into culture—we’re desperately mediate form of “good” that humans fashioned into a helix. (A helpful sci-
trying to keep what we’re about to eat know is keeping that from happening. entist calls it “an industrially produced
from going bad. Sisyphus’ famous boulder, rolled up- edible product.”) Van Tulleken “wanted
The line between the raw and the hill and crashing down again, is bet- this food,” he reports of his U.P.F. diet.
cooked is, to be sure, nebulous; a plate ter represented in our daily lives by “But at the same time, I was no lon-
ger enjoying it. Meals took on a uni-
With food reformists, it’s not always easy to separate prudence from puritanism. formity: everything seemed similar,
62 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY MOJO WANG
regardless of whether it was sweet or At the same time, pondering his lingered like a halo above the discourse
savoury. I was never hungry. But I was pages suggests a more complicated tax- about food additives. The estimable
also never satisfied.” He gained weight, onomy than the one he offers. What, Michael Pollan, for instance, tells us
and so did his family: “It was impos- truly, is and is not processed? Some of that “Great-Grandmother never cooked
sible to stop the kids from eating my the foods on his dangerous diet—like with guar gum, carrageenan, mono-
Coco Pops, slices of pizza, oven chips, lasagna and chocolate—have been part and diglycerides, hydrolyzed vegetable
lasagne, chocolate.” Sacrificing his of many people’s diets long before the protein, modified food starch, soy lec-
health for science’s sake, he drinks a U.P.F. industry arose, and his lasagna, ithin and any number of other ingre-
can of Diet Coke every morning for though supermarket-bought rather dients found in processed food.” But
breakfast “and gradually began crav- than homemade, isn’t what we usually why is guar gum, extracted from one
ing Diet Coke with every meal and mean by junk food. A long discussion seed, any more artificial than cornstarch,
between meals.” He devours McDon- concerns whether Heinz baked beans, extracted from another (originally by
ald’s and KFC and countless lesser a staple of the British working-class means of a method patented in the
treats of British make, to find out what diet, counts as U.P.F. (They make an eighteen-fifties by a British industri-
happens to a normal body when over- appearance in the great 1967 album alist)? Some version of carrageenan,
exposed to the stuff. “The Who Sell Out, ” both on the cover which comes from the seaweed Irish
The book isn’t just a chronicle of and as a song title.) He finally gives moss, has been used in cooking for cen-
his diet-induced damage; page after the beans a dispensation, more, one turies; Great-Grandmother certainly
exhausting page is given over to the feels, on the ground of class than of used the lecithin from egg yolks, if not
foundations of nutritional science— kind. Clearly, demarcating U.P.F. from from soy oil, to emulsify her sauces.
beginning with bacteria and slime its neighbors has some of the inscru- Vegetable protein can get hydrolyzed
munching on rocks—along with thick- table qualities of any dietary religion, when proteins are exposed to acids,
ets of pieties so dense that they seem not unlike debates about what is and which is why hydrolyzed vegetable pro-
ultra-processed themselves. (We are is not kosher, and though one is a prod- teins are a regular product of fermen-
told to say of someone not that he “is uct of industrial civilization and the tation and pickling. Technical names
obese” but, rather, that he “has obe- other handed down by G-d, both en- can make the familiar seem alien. We’d
sity.”) The grim tale eventually takes terprises share a slightly mystical in- be put off if something were described
van Tulleken on a long flight to back- sistence on purity. as a concoction of luteolin, hydroxyty-
country Brazil, where he discovers that Here, as so often in reformist food rosol, apigenin, oleic acid, and oleocan-
the Nestlé Corporation has brought literature, it is not always easy to sep- thal—but they’re all natural compo-
its snacks, by boat, to Indigenous peo- arate prudence from puritanism. Van nents of your extra-virgin olive oil.
ples, with the predictable effect of mak- Tulleken introduces in one chapter Urged to eat only food our great-
ing Amazonian kids prefer junk food the concept of “sensory lies”—the re- grandmother would recognize as food,
to the ancient and healthy staples of sult of flavorings added to something we may forget, too, that she would have
roots and berries. “I have not found otherwise insipid. But it would be prized white pastry flour (chemically
any evidence that there were children hard to say why the centuries-old sta- bleached flour has been available since
with diet-related diabetes in these parts ple of curried rice isn’t an offender. 1906) and oleomargarine and the hy-
of Brazil until enterprises like the For that matter, the vegetables and drogenated oils, like Crisco, that be-
Nestlé boat,” he writes. We are being fruits we harvest are, as van Tulleken came common soon after 1900. And
purposefully addicted, and on a plan- knows, hardly the deliverances of na- are the people who follow their nine-
etary scale, he concludes. Ultra-pro- ture. The work of cultivation and teenth-century forebears and dine on
cessed foodstuffs will alter our chil- breeding has produced apples in the hominy (from alkali-treated corn), pork
dren’s brains and enslave them to a supermarket that are, to some of us, belly, and lard-saturated greens—or,
global capitalist economy. unduly sweet; we seek out the now for that matter, fat-streaked and highly
hard-to-find, tart, low-sugar heirloom saline pastrami—making a healthy
an Tulleken slowly sickens from Winesap, and regard the Honeycrisp choice? The history of humanity is the
V his food, and the reader sickens
with him. It’s true that his warnings
as a sensory lie of another kind, a poi-
soned apple. There’s also the irony
history of processing foodstuffs—by
fire, by smoke, by pounding and pul-
about insidious mind control are du- that the high-end “molecular gastron- verizing—and it can be hard to find
biously reminiscent of earlier warnings omy” pioneered by the Adrià broth- a boundary between those ever more
about the smartphone, the boob tube, ers at the famous Spanish restaurant hallowed traditional kitchen practices
the horror comic, and the dime novel. El Bulli involved the deployment of and the modern ones that we are asked
Still, his account of what happens to commercial techniques for the ends to condemn.
our food during its trip to our gut, and of culinary creativity. Modernist cui-
the connection that bad food has to sine, lovingly detailed by Nathan he questions that van Tulleken
the epidemics of obesity and diabe-
tes—“underlying comorbidities” of the
Myhrvold in five volumes, is, as one
dour wit has said, “just ultra-processed
T raises about “addiction” are more
profound—exactly because the ques-
type that turned COVID from a cold to food for rich people.” tion of addiction seems to spread so
a killer—is persuasive and scary. That hazy ideal of purity has long readily from the food on our plates
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 63
hate and can’t resist anyway. An ele-
ment of horror in the compulsion
seems necessary to the concept of ad-
diction. Heroin, St. Aubyn writes of
his unfortunate hero, “landed purring
at the base of his skull, and wrapped
itself darkly around his nervous sys-
tem, like a black cat curling up on its
favourite cushion. It was as soft and
rich as the throat of a wood pigeon,
or the splash of sealing wax onto a
page, or a handful of gems slipping
from palm to palm.” Nobody feels that
way about Cocoa Puffs.
No man is a hypocrite in his plea-
sures, Dr. Johnson once wrote; but we
are all hypocrites in our prohibitions.
I wouldn’t let a box of processed break-
fast cereal into my house, and yet
ukases about what we eat make me
uneasy. The act of eating bridges bodily
gratification, cultural identity, and
physiological necessity. We can say of
someone “It’s a shame he never tasted
ice cream” in a way we would never
say “It’s a shame he never got to smoke
a cigarette” or “It’s a shame he never
shot smack.” There is an element of
“Wow! I guess Robert finally got a date.” what can still be called innocent plea-
sure in eating. It’s true that the inno-
cent pleasure might not be so inno-
• • cent, but even as we undermine the
innocence the pleasure itself remains
to the phones in our hands and our kind long preceded the introduction unsullied. (Ice cream, significantly,
children’s. Van Tulleken is preoccu- of ultra-processed food. The Scottish comes up again and again in van
pied by the issue of whether ultra-pro- poet and aphorist Don Paterson has Tulleken’s book as an instance of bad
cessed food retrains our brains, and a hair-raising chapter in his marvel- artifice, when the ice cream is not ac-
he finds that when we consume U.P.F. lous new memoir, “Toy Fights,” about tually iced cream.) Food is essential
new patterns are indeed grooved into sugar addiction in the Scottish family to our existence, and, accepting this
our neuronal circuits, producing ever and town where he grew up—just as instinctively, we accept with it the pos-
sharper hungers. Yet, unless we be- intense as the kind of food addiction sibility that some of the things we like
lieve in ineffable phantoms of thought, van Tulleken ascribes to contempo- to eat may not be the best for our lon-
every emotion and compulsion must rary techniques, though the process- gevity. We rightly try to avoid them,
be registered somewhere in our brains. ing here is the ancient one of sugar- restrict them, discourage them. But,
This is as true of my taste for Sond- cane refinement. Such addictions of as someone once said, there’s no point
heim as of my taste for sugar. I am, food or drink, if properly called so, in dying in good health.
certainly, a sugar addict; I have a hard hardly seem an artifact of our era.
time drinking my morning coffee William Hogarth’s nightmarish “Gin owever contestable some of van
without a cube or two. But I am also
a print addict of a kind, and will panic
Lane”—capturing a curse of the En-
glish working classes—was an image
H Tulleken’s contentions, his basic
counsel seems plausible: avoid junk
if I don’t have a book to read on a from the Enlightenment. food when possible and be alert to the
long plane flight. Presumably, both So one can wonder how helpful it profit-seeking industries behind it.
addictions show up as some pattern is to characterize our penchant for junk Common sense here seems more vital
of activated neurons; one seems un- food as an addiction. Everything we than a deep dive into nutrition: Mar-
healthy and one positive only because like can be cast as an addiction in some garet and Irene Li’s recent “Perfectly
of how they affect the world outside sense, but Edward St. Aubyn’s unfor- Good Food” (Norton) makes a strong
myself, not because of how they light gettable portrait of addiction in his case for saving more of the food that
up inside me. Patrick Melrose novels is not of sub- we Westerners typically throw away
Besides, dietary addictions of this stances we like but of substances we when half eaten or left over; its read-
64 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023
ers will start to save onions, and view
the sell-by dates on most foods with
more skepticism. BRIEFLY NOTED
It’s easy to forget that the longest-
standing food peril for most of the Thunderclap, by Laura Cumming (Scribner). This memoir of
planet has been not too much of the artistic appreciation is centered largely on seventeenth-cen-
bad kind but too little of any kind; the tury Dutch paintings, but focusses particularly on two artists,
word “famine,” tellingly, appears no- one Dutch, one not: Carel Fabritius, a pupil of Rembrandt’s,
where in van Tulleken’s book. For most and the Scottish painter James Cumming, who was the author’s
of human history, the prime experi- father. Laura Cumming, an art critic, challenges the common
ence of eating was not. Our great-great- views of Dutch Golden Age art as being merely representa-
grandparents may have come to the tional or as depicting symbols that unlock religious or moral
New World to escape famines in Eu- meanings. Instead, she examines details in the paintings to il-
rope. Into the nineteen-sixties, China luminate the ways in which the artists shaped what they saw:
under Mao was ravaged by large-scale the wit in a painting of a flower, the dramatic light falling on
famines that cost the lives of perhaps a bundle of asparagus. Through this kind of close attention,
thirty million people and cannot be she finds in the art works both a way to grapple with her fa-
blamed on planetary capitalism. There ther’s death and guidance for living “in the here and now.”
are worse things in the food world
than ultra-processing. Some measure Grand Delusion, by Steven Simon (Penguin Press). The au-
of food insecurity persists even in thor of this critical consideration of four decades of the U.S.
contemporary America, to say noth- government’s dealings in the Middle East has held posi-
ing of lower-income countries. Dilem- tions in the State Department and on the National Secu-
mas of abundance are painful; the dis- rity Council, across various Administrations. His historical
eases of subsistence are deadly. account is embedded with engaging recollections of his work.
As to the niceties of nature and art, In 2002, for instance, he was part of a delegation that briefed
the processed and the preserved? Shake- Tony Blair on the consequences of regime change in Iraq;
speare, as so often, saw the problem the conversation, Simon writes, “never advanced beyond” a
first and says it best. In “The Winter’s “pseudoanalytical nonquestion.” The book concludes with
Tale,” he has the wise Polixenes in- his belief that, ultimately, “the United States would have
struct the beautiful shepherdess Per- been better off today had it not been so eager to intervene”
dita, who refuses to include cultivated in the region.
flowers in her bouquets, that “Nature
is made better by no mean, but nature Fire Rush, by Jacqueline Crooks (Viking). This incantatory
makes that mean / So over that art début novel begins in 1978, at a London-area reggae club,
which you say adds to nature, is an art where the narrator, a young Jamaican factory worker named
that nature makes.” Yamaye, meets a furniture-maker with whom she falls in love.
In Shakespeare’s sense, food made Their romance is in full bloom when he is groundlessly ac-
by human artifice is just as natural as costed by the police, and he dies in custody, at the hands of
the organic apple we seek out each an officer. This loss spurs Yamaye to seek justice and to at-
Saturday at a farmers’ market. The tain clarity about a murky aspect of her family. Throughout
merely aesthetic argument against bad the story, music salves Yamaye’s wounds; she remembers
food may be the strongest argument “dancing in the dark; wet, salty bodies sliding in and out of
of all: as van Tulleken rightly insists, bleeps and horns and haze; transformed by bassline, a bet-
there is simply something creepy about ter version of ourselves in the grey light before dawn.”
eating things whose composition we
can’t comprehend. We have to pick Ninth Building, by Zou Jingzhi (Open Letter). The author’s
and choose from what we like and youth, which unfolded during the Cultural Revolution, sup-
what’s good for us, even if we can’t re- plies the material for this group of fictionalized connected
solve what, exactly, is nature and what vignettes. Zou conveys sharp childhood recollections: the
art. The two reasonable questions of book’s narrator watches a man whip a landlord’s widow with
diet are: What pleasure does it pro- braided willow branches, and feels that the suicides that take
vide when you eat it? and Will it kill place around the Beijing apartment complex that anchors
you sooner than you deserve to die? his world are both alienating and normal. Later, when he is
Everything else is only the cosmopol- sent away for reëducation, hard labor replaces violin prac-
itan confusion on our plates, which is tice, and gradually he and the society around him learn to
neither wholly nature nor entirely art— accept humiliations, heartbreaks, and the arbitrariness of
just nourishment and taste, in their fate. He begins writing with the hope that “by putting them
eternal tangle. on paper, these past events would release their hold on me.”
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 31, 2023 65
to have a lousy night! A swift, ninety-
THE THEATRE minute retelling of Filipino history from
1945 to 1986 plays out in danceable songs
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“It’s better than a screaming baby. It’s “I see they’ve redrawn the congressional-district line.”
better than a screaming baby. It’s better than a . . .” Frank Poynton, Van Nuys, Calif.
Mario Valvo, Ventura, Calif.
THE 16 17
CROSSWORD 18 19 20
21 22 23
A challenging puzzle.
24 25 26 27
BY ELIZABETH C. GORSKI
28 29
30 31 32 33
ACROSS
1 Word on a Red Lobster menu 34 35
7 Boozy dessert
36 37 38 39 40
14 It may be empty or existential
15 Summons 41 42 43
16 Well informed
44 45 46 47
17 Flemish cartographer who coined the
term “atlas” for a book of maps
48 49 50
18 Type of dress or knot
19 Spring, in Hebrew 51 52
20 ___ trip
53 54
21 Goofs
22 “Break ___!”
DOWN 33 Start to morph?
23 Kill, in a combat video game
1 Some debate platforms 37 Shelf separators
24 Subtle pushes
2 Cousin of a beignet 38 Charcuterie-board slice
27 ___ Lumpur (city that’s home to the
Petronas Towers) 3 Husky vocalization? 39 Stand on a dining-room table
28 Dinosaur 4 Nasty habits? 40 Takes turns?