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DECEMBER 2, 2019
CONTRIBUTORS
Amanda Petrusich (“Ecstasy and Ruin,” David Sedaris (“Hurricane Season,” p. 20)
p. 34) is a staff writer and the author has contributed to The New Yorker since
of “Do Not Sell at Any Price.” 1995. His most recent book, “Calypso,”
came out last year.
Commemorative Gahan Wilson (Cartoon, p. 18), who
died in November, contributed to The Betsy Morais (The Talk of the Town,
Cover Reprints New Yorker for more than forty years.
His many books include “Gahan Wil-
p. 18), who was previously on the mag-
azine’s editorial staff, is the managing
Search our extensive son’s Out There,” a collection of car- editor of Columbia Journalism Review.
toons, which came out in 2016.
archive of weekly
Fabián Severo (Poem, p. 56) is an Uru-
covers dating back to Jennifer Gonnerman (“The Interview,” guayan poet. His collection “Night in
1925 and commemorate p. 42) became a staff writer in 2015. the North,” translated from the Por-
a milestone with a She is the author of “Life on the Out- tuñol by Laura Cesarco Eglin and
side: The Prison Odyssey of Elaine Jesse Lee Kercheval, will be published
New Yorker cover reprint. Bartlett.” in the spring.
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Brian Barth (“The Defector,” p. 26) is a Hannah Goldfield (Tables for Two, p. 13),
journalist based in Toronto. His work the magazine’s food critic, began con-
has appeared in the Washington Post tributing to The New Yorker in 2010.
and National Geographic, among other
publications. Kadir Nelson (Cover), an artist, has
received Caldecott Honors and the
Roddy Doyle (Fiction, p. 54) will pub- Sibert Medal. He also illustrated “The
lish a new novel, “Love,” in June, 2020. Undefeated,” by Kwame Alexander.
Sophie Cabot Black (Poem, p. 38) has Hilton Als (Books, p. 66) won the 2017
written three collections of poetry, in- Pulitzer Prize for criticism. He is a pro-
cluding “The Exchange.” fessor of writing at Columbia.
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THE MAIL
RADICAL INJUSTICE joined others of conscience in standing
up to the brutal and illegal treatment of
Adam Hochschild, in his piece about immigrants by rogue federal officials.
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America’s deportation of radicals, a hun- Judson MacLaury
dred years ago, points out that the “most Sacramento, Calif.
violent anarchists were largely Italian-
American” (“Obstruction of Injustice,” HEAD GAMES
November 11th). He cites an attack on
Attorney General A. Mitchell Palmer, Nick Paumgarten, in his piece on play-
the perpetrator of which is presumed to ing ice hockey, writes evocatively about
have been Carlo Valdinoci, who was as- the risk of concussion and other inju-
sociated with a cell of anarchists in New ries (“The Symptoms,” November 11th).
Britain, Connecticut. As a counterpoint Learning from football, hockey has
to the example of Valdinoci, my great- begun to clean up its act, significantly
uncles, Joseph and Erasmo Perretta, lived minimizing body contact and focussing
in New Britain during that time of anti- more on demonstrations of skill. In-
immigrant fervor. The brothers were ac- stead of taking runs at players and get-
cused of murder in June, 1918; convicted, ting into fights, as Paumgarten describes,
after forty-two minutes of deliberation, there is a new emphasis on positive at-
in October; and hanged, after lost ap-
peals, on June 27, 1919. The Hartford
titudes and good fun. Still, Paumgar-
ten, who is a great writer, should not
TURN YOUR
Courant reported that because “both
[were] anarchists” the state did not re-
be playing hockey, or any sport that
offers the possibility of body or head CONCERN
quire “a decided motive for the killing,” contact. Although I understand his de-
even though no charges of sedition or any
other illegal activity had been brought
sire to keep playing, he should proba-
bly shift his competitive instinct to
INTO IMPACT.
against them. Our family maintains something safer, like tennis.
that the brothers were innocent, and the Barry Moline
scar of their execution remains. For all Sacramento, Calif.
we know, they were Galleanists, “apos-
tles for peace,” or simply two Italian As Paumgarten’s competitor and occa-
We can help
immigrants in the wrong place at the
wrong time.
sional teammate, I agree with him about
the potential costs of playing ice hockey.
maximize your
Jean P. Moore
Greenwich, Conn.
It doesn’t seem particularly rational, es-
pecially for middle-aged guys like us,
charitable giving.
to keep lacing up for the midnight game
As a retired U.S. Department of Labor when we have to be at work by nine
historian, I was gratified that Hochschild the next morning. But, ultimately, the
singled out Louis F. Post, an Assistant sport is about camaraderie. When two Contact Jane at
Secretary of Labor, for his heroic role in teams line up on the ice after the game
stymieing the efforts of A. Mitchell to shake their opponents’ hands, one by (212) 686-0010 x363
Palmer and J. Edgar Hoover to illegally one, it represents a rare moment of com- or giving@nyct-cfi.org
deport thousands of aliens. Perhaps un- munity in these fractious times. For me, for a consultation.
surprisingly, Post was also a staunch that sense of fellowship is somehow
advocate for African-American rights. worth the risks.
He was a founding member of the Steven Geovanis
N.A.A.C.P., in 1909, and he played a Brooklyn, N.Y.
crucial role in the establishment of the
Division of Negro Economics in the •
Labor Department, in 1918. That tem- Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
porary wartime office was the first fed- address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
eral agency devoted specifically to the themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
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Then as now, brave federal employees of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
The New York-born playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis writes in tender, funny strokes about the loud-
mouthed and the down-and-out, from Rikers Island inmates (“Jesus Hopped the ‘A’ Train”) to a retired cop
(the Pulitzer Prize-winning “Between Riverside and Crazy”). His new play, “Halfway Bitches Go Straight
to Heaven,” in previews at the Atlantic Theatre Company, is set in a women’s halfway house. John Ortiz
directs a cast featuring (from left to right) Liza Colón-Zayas, Elizabeth Canavan, and Elizabeth Rodriguez.
“Urban Indian”
Museum of the City of New York
This concise exhibition, subtitled “Native New
York Now,” gives equal weight to memorabilia
and art works—from local flyers protesting the
Dakota Access Pipeline to “Hanging Out on
Iroquois and Algonquin Trails,” a mixed-media
sculpture by Pena Bonita, in which burlap bags
filled with shredded money and strings of beads
bear the names of New York City streets. In a
short film completed this year (and co-produced
by Rebecca Jacobs and Nate Lavey), Louis Mof-
sie discusses the Thunderbird American Indian
Dancers’ forty-first annual midsummer pow-
wow, at the Queens County Farm Museum, and
the evolution—and endurance—of traditional
dance forms. Ancestral craft meets feminist
experimentation in a quilt made by women from
the Onondaga Nation territory, upstate, for the
Spiderwoman Theatre, an indigenous-women’s
troupe founded in the nineteen-seventies. In a
1987 videotape, the poet Diane Burns, whose
parents were Chemehuevi and Anishinabe, In 2000, an autistic boy wandered across Hong Kong’s border into mainland
delivers a withering rebuke to settler-colonial- China and was never heard from again. In 1981, workers were buried alive
ist landscapes as she strolls through desolate in quick-drying cement during the hasty construction of a film center in
stretches of the Lower East Side while reciting
her “Alphabet City Serenade,” drawing parallels the Philippines—a twenty-five-million-dollar boondoggle of the Marcos
between Manifest Destiny and urban gentrifi- regime. Between 1837 and 1887, hundreds of Seminole, Kiowa, Cheyenne,
cation.—Johanna Fateman (Through March 8.) and Apache people were incarcerated in a Colonial-era fort on the northeast
coast of Florida. These disparate histories haunt Cici Wu, Yason Banal,
Olive Ayhens and Sky Hopinka (respectively) in “Miffed Blue Return,” an engrossing
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND 47 CANAL
Bookstein omnibus of moving-image works at the 47 Canal gallery (through Dec. 20).
UPTOWN If the American modernist Florine Stett-
Wu’s wistful 16-mm. film “Unfinished Return of Yu Man Hon” imagines
heimer had crossed paths with Greta Thunberg, the disappeared boy as a grown wanderer of the in-between; in a grace note
her paintings might resemble the colorful, com- of magical realism, he rides a ferry with a white cow. Banal’s installation
posite works of this Brooklyn-based artist, who
brings a charmer’s touch to climate concerns. (pictured) conveys the noxious pageantry of the Marcoses’ art patronage
Ayhens has been working (mostly under the through a colorful cacophony of live feeds and closed loops. Hopinka’s
radar) since the nineteen-seventies, when the two-channel video “Cloudless Blue Egress of Summer”—pairing footage
American Pattern and Decoration movement
held sway; its influence lingers in her recent of the sea, the fort, and the prisoners’ drawings with text, voice-over, and
kaleidoscopic paintings, where whimsy tends a hypnotic score—is beautiful and quietly devastating.—Andrea K. Scott
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Arlo Guthrie
The label TDE is known for its preëminent hip-hop roster, which includes Carnegie Hall
such stars as Kendrick Lamar and Schoolboy Q, but its R. & B. silver bullet In 1965, the story goes, Arlo Guthrie was
spending Thanksgiving with friends when
is the singer SiR. The Inglewood, California, native—who performs on he took out the trash and found himself jailed
Dec. 3, at Brooklyn Steel—makes the kind of music that sounds as blissful for littering—an arrest that would ultimately
as the endless-vacation aura of his home town. “Chasing Summer,” his help the folk princeling avoid the draft.
The incident led to Guthrie’s most beloved
sophomore album, from August, traces the ebbs and flows of relationships; creation: “Alice’s Restaurant,” a discursive
from steamy highs to callous lows, it conveys love in the language of an eighteen-minute talking blues that forever
Everyman. His writing shines against woozy neo-soul backdrops that wed the singer to Thanksgiving. His annual
date at Carnegie Hall stretches back to 1967,
proudly wear jazz’s influence, and his velvety voice imbues even his most but Guthrie claims that it will terminate this
unsentimental lyrics with subtle tinges of romance. That duality remains year, with a wish for “younger generations to
the anchor of SiR’s style: at once modern and traditional, rude-and-crude take the torches we carried.”—Jay Ruttenberg
(Nov. 30.)
swagger tucked inside grown-and-sexy mystique.—Briana Younger
Kompakt Night
interest in both industrial materials and the locale a few blocks away, Moran employs his
commodification of the female form—illumi- long-standing Bandwagon trio, a daringly inclu- Elsewhere
nated breasts or mouths with parted lips, made sive ensemble—with the bassist Tarus Mateen Founded in Cologne, Germany, in 1998, the
of polyester resin, are mounted on gooseneck and the drummer Nasheet Waits—that exem- label Kompakt has one of dance music’s most
pipes or presented in ice-cream dishes. In the plifies the multidirectional, go-for-broke spirit immediately recognizable sonic stamps; its
“Souvenir” series, photographs—including a of the most compelling modern jazz.—Steve releases are perched between flickering mini-
childhood snapshot and images of the model Futterman (Nov. 26-Dec. 1.) malist techno and airy trance, with strands of
Twiggy and a Holocaust victim—appear spec- disco infused into even the most wigged-out
tral beneath layers of resin. Throughout the material and polished to a glimmer. Michael
exhibition, the artist directly confronts themes KEY! Mayer, one of the label’s co-founders, d.j.s
of trauma and mortality, underscoring histo- in much the same invigorating manner. He
Knitting Factory
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ry’s imprint on personal, embodied experi- headlines this showcase, which also features
ence.—J.F. (Through Dec. 21.) Equal parts tastemaker and trendsetter, the the Kompakt artist Rex the Dog, whose re-
rapper KEY! has quietly become one of the most cent single “Vortex” spotlights a shamelessly
influential artists to emerge this side of 2010. cheesy melody rendered with vintage-sounding
His earlier work signalled a swelling tide of bleeps.—M.M. (Nov. 30.)
NIGHT LIFE Atlanta hip-hop that supplemented the city’s
trap-music legacy with more idiosyncratic el-
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead ements. Those innovations were foundational
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in Alanis Morissette
in hindsight, but KEY! is ever evolving; two
advance to confirm engagements. recent releases, “777,” from last year, and “SO Apollo Theatre
ILLUSTRATION BY JEREMY LEUNG
EMOTIONAL,” from June, showcase his ver- Alanis Morissette’s 1995 album, “Jagged Little
satility as he begins to garner long-overdue Pill,” struck something so deep in the nine-
Jason Moran & the Bandwagon acclaim.—Briana Younger (Nov. 29.) ties Zeitgeist that it now feels inextricable
from that era of angst-filled alt-rock. Though
Village Vanguard it continues to divide critics, the five-time
Since September, the pianist and composer Jason Mary Yuzovskaya Grammy-winning release is still revered as
Moran has been applying his conceptual gifts a classic—so much so that it was recently
to a mixed-media art exhibition at the Whitney, Public Records adapted into a Broadway musical, opening
performing in mock re-creations of iconic jazz The Russian-born, Brooklyn-based techno on Dec. 5. Three nights before the show’s cur-
venues. For this engagement, at another famed d.j. Mary Yuzovskaya plays only vinyl twelve- tain, Morissette performs an acoustic version
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of the record in a one-night-only engagement announcements that pop up between touches of nabbing a rare exclusive recording contract
at the Apollo Theatre.—Julyssa Lopez (Dec. 2.) soul, disco, and Japanese funk.—J.L. (Dec. 3.) with Decca. Tchaikovsky’s “The Queen of
Spades,” a stormy work with startling emo-
tional swings and dense orchestrations, is a
Sam Amidon / Xylouris White sensible vehicle for Davidsen’s gifts, providing
CLASSICAL MUSIC her with moments to shine without forcing
Le Poisson Rouge her to carry the show alone. She takes the role
On Sam Amidon’s latest EP, “Fatal Flower of Lisa, a woman driven to desperation by
Garden,” he explores a snippet of “Anthology Daniil Trifonov her love for the deranged gambler Hermann,
of American Folk Music,” the fabled six-album played by the tenor Aleksandrs Antonenko;
dive into the musical underbelly of the twenties David Geffen Hall Vasily Petrenko conducts.—Oussama Zahr
and thirties. Amidon may seem a placid ambas- For Daniil Trifonov’s first appearance as the (Nov. 29 and Dec. 2 at 7:30.)
sador for such sounds, yet, given his upbringing New York Philharmonic’s new artist-in-resi-
in Vermont bohemia and his immersion in folk, dence, he plays the lone, ecstatic piano con-
the music lives in his bones. He splits this bill certo by Scriabin, another epochally accom- Concerts on the Slope
with Xylouris White, a dazzling lute-and-drums plished Russian pianist; Jaap van Zweden
duo with its own deep-rooted tradition (Cretan conducts, with Tchaikovsky’s luminous Sym- St. John’s Episcopal Church
folk) and hippie heritage: its lutist, George phony No. 5 as the program’s other half. Near The cellist Benjamin Larsen started Concerts
Xylouris, grew up accompanying his dad, the the end of his four-night run, Trifonov shows on the Slope, in 2012, as a forum for young
lyre virtuoso Psarantonis.—J.R. (Dec. 3.) off his version of a lazy Sunday afternoon, musicians to present thoughtfully curated pro-
appearing at the 92nd Street Y with the Phil’s grams. In the series’ home base, at St. John’s
in-house quartet (Dec. 1 at 3). They’ll play Episcopal Church, in Park Slope, Larsen and
Berhana string quartets by Mozart (K. 387) and Ravel, his colleagues present a concert of string quar-
and give Trifonov’s own Quintetto Concer- tets by American composers. Robert Sirota’s
Elsewhere tante its New York première.—Fergus McIntosh “Wave Upon Wave” is the third in his trilogy of
Berhana hinted at the easy coolness of his (Nov. 27 and Dec. 3 at 7:30 and Nov. 29-30 at 8.) quartets; at the time of its première, Sirota said
alt-R. & B. sound on “Grey Luh,” a laid-back that it “is about our fears, our hopes, and our
ode to longing that piqued the interest of the prayers that we will triumph over the forces of
creator of “Atlanta,” Donald Glover, who fea- “The Queen of Spades” darkness which threaten to overwhelm us.” In
tured the song on the show last year. The cameo that vein, Samuel Barber’s Quartet in B Minor
gave Berhana a whoosh of momentum that Metropolitan Opera House offers its middle movement, the nearly anthe-
ushered him into his studio début, “HAN,” The fresh-voiced Wagnerian soprano Lise Da- mic “Adagio for Strings,” as a monument to
from October. The album is configured like a vidsen arrives for her Met début after winning grief and catharsis.—Hélène Werner (Dec. 1 at 3.)
plane ride through his influences, with in-flight the Operalia vocal competition, in 2015, and
“Noël”
RECITALS St. Ignatius of Antioch Church
Ravenous consumers of Christmas fare can
sample something new in this concert of festive
Baroque music, played by the American Classi-
cal Orchestra. Corelli’s sumptuous “Christmas
Concerto” has storms and shivers and a choco-
late-box ending. Scarlatti’s “Cantata Pastorale,”
for which the soprano Nola Richardson joins
the players, was written with feasting Popes and
cardinals in mind—its orchestrations are rich,
but the “fortunate shepherds” sound a little
prim. The carolling “Symphonie des Noëls,” by
de Lalande, evokes something more pungent and
profane: medieval dances, laced with hints of
the donkey and the manger.—F.M. (Dec. 3 at 7.)
Talea Ensemble
Americas Society
The omnivorous, invaluable Talea Ensemble
presents the première of an evening-length
work by David Adamcyk, a Canadian com-
poser, installation artist, and sound engineer.
Adamcyk describes “Father, My Father” as a
reflection on the #MeToo movement from
a father’s perspective; the piece involves an
immersive audio collage of recorded poems,
It’s the time of year when holiday festivities and retail bustle leave tranquillity texts, and interview fragments that represent
in short supply—which makes the pianist Ashlee Mack’s already attractive different ages and perspectives, played in alter-
nation with segments of live music featuring
concert an even more alluring prospect. Mack, who performs on Dec. 2, on the incisive soprano Lucy Dhegrae. Admission
ILLUSTRATION BY LUCY JONES
what would normally be a dark night for the Stone at the New School, plays is free, but reservations are strongly encour-
James Romig’s “Still,” a finalist for the 2019 Pulitzer Prize. The hour-long aged.—Steve Smith (Dec. 3 at 7.)
piece, inspired by the painter Clyfford Still’s radiant color-field abstractions,
moves through forty-three continuous iterations, played gently and slowly; its Ensemble Connect
alternating sparseness and density develop with the naturalness of breathing. Weill Recital Hall
An excellent recording, issued last year, is proof that Mack is a compelling Ensemble Connect, a versatile Carnegie Hall
and sure-handed advocate for this contemplative piece.—Steve Smith house band made up of young professionals
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Noche Flamenca
Joyce Theatre
“Entre Tú y Yo” (“Between You and Me”),
Martín Santangelo’s evening of Spanish fla-
menco, is a stripped-down exploration of love
in its various guises, expressed through solos,
duets, and ensemble pieces. The company, led
by Soledad Barrio, a dancer of burning inten-
sity, is a real unit, made up of four dancers,
two guitarists, and three singers. There’s little
more to it than this: dancers responding to
the words of the songs, the rhythm of palmas
(handclapping), and the urgent call of guitars
and the human voice.—M.H. (Nov. 26-27 and
Nov. 29-Dec. 1.)
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broadly comic and apocalyptic.—Brian Seibert
others. Now in their thirties and forties, these hoofers are in their prime, still (Nov. 29-Dec. 2. Through Dec. 8.)
technically unassailable but more refined than younger guns, with deeper
access to the fruits of experience and the knowledge of how to express that
experience elegantly. The show is intended as a reminder of tap’s historical THE THEATRE
link to jazz, and the three dancers, accompanied by a jazz trio in electrifying
solo improvisations and tasty unison routines, resemble a classic tap act.
(Camille A. Brown, in a guest appearance, gestures even further back into A Christmas Carol
African-American history.) But there is nothing retro about the evening. In Lyceum
reconnecting with tap’s past, these dancers push tap forward.—Brian Seibert The Dickens classic receives a warm, solici-
tous production, directed by Matthew Warchus
(“Matilda”) and adapted by Jack Thorne (“Harry
Potter and the Cursed Child”), with a wild-
participating in a two-year residency program, tery Sonatas.” Telemann’s seven-movement haired, wild-eyed Campbell Scott as Ebenezer
turns a welcome spotlight on the distinguished overture-suite “Burlesque de Quixotte” caps Scrooge. (His father, George C. Scott, played
composer Shulamit Ran. Her handsome “Bach- the evening with the daring adventure and the role in the 1984 movie.) The topnotch cast
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Shards” is matched with the Bach work it peaceful repose that characterize the sprawling includes the delightful Andrea Martin, impishly
was designed to partner—Contrapunctus X epic.—H.W. (Dec. 3 at 7:30.) foreboding as the Ghost of Christmas Past, and
from “The Art of Fugue”—and her melan- the golden-voiced LaChanze, as a reproachful,
choly, haunting “Lyre of Orpheus” prefaces Caribbean-inflected Ghost of Christmas Pres-
Messiaen’s sublime “Quartet for the End of ent. Scrooge’s misery gets a passionate backstory
Time.”—S.S. (Dec. 3 at 7:30.) DANCE in scenes with his drunken, angry father and
a lost love. In a modern twist, when Scrooge
decides to turn it all around, his ghosts implore
Orchestra of St. Luke’s New York City Ballet action over fantasy, and the ensuing feast set
piece becomes a giddy free-for-all. Tiny Tim is
Merkin Hall David H. Koch played alternately by Jai Ram Srinivasan and
Program music in the Baroque period was This time of year, Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker” Sebastian Ortiz, both of whom have cerebral
vivid and emotional, meant to express the- music becomes ubiquitous. It’s easy to roll your palsy; at a recent matinée, Ortiz brought the
atrical contrasts through variances in tex- eyes, but, once you sit in the theatre and hear house down with his natural depiction of gen-
ture, harmony, and key. The Orchestra of the first notes of the overture, a thrill inevi- erous humanity. Arrive early for pre-show live
ILLUSTRATION BY CHRIS KINDRED
St. Luke’s continues its chamber-music season tably kicks in. Boris Asafiev, an early-twen- music and to catch clementines and cookies
with works by Baroque-era composers from tieth-century Russian musicologist, called tossed by performers to theatregoers, nearly
England, France, Bohemia, Germany, and it “a symphony of childhood”: many of the every one.—Shauna Lyon (Through Jan. 5.)
Italy. Some are famous, others not as well sensations we feel as children—fear, extreme
known, but all summoned their talents to excitement, an attraction to things we don’t
paint pictures in sound. The last movement understand, the desire to grow up and the The Half-Life of Marie Curie
of Rameau’s Concert No. 4, from “Pièces de simultaneous desire to remain a child forever—
Clavecin,” offers a charming portrayal of the are reflected in the music. The choreographer Minetta Lane Theatre
Rameau household, and Biber vivifies the George Balanchine understood this and made It’s hard to beat a dynamic duo, and the two
Crucifixion in a selection from “The Mys- a ballet, in 1954, that is still performed by the brilliant ladies in this Audible production,
Marie Curie (Francesca Faridany) and Hertha petrol, sweat, onions, and alcohol converge unfurl the action smoothly. Yet the show, as
Ayrton (Kate Mulgrew), might very well be and linger.—Ken Marks (Through Dec. 29.) funny and touching as it sometimes is, strug-
invincible. Written by Lauren Gunderson gles to amount to more than a conversation
and directed by Gaye Taylor Upchurch, the starter. Is Eno saying that we all have a core
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play tells the story of Marie and Hertha’s Slava’s Snowshow personality, unaffected by gender or race?
friendship—and Hertha’s attempts to help Discuss.—E.V. (Through Dec. 15.)
Marie recover from a career-wrecking scan- Stephen Sondheim
dal and save her from her self-destructive Back in New York City after a gap of eleven
impulses. “Radium is a cold heat, a dark light, years, this beloved show, created (and some-
a force of nature,” says Marie at the opening times performed) by the virtuoso Russian MOVIES
of the play, which serves plenty more poetry clown Slava Polunin, brings to Broadway
alongside a delirious amount of wit. Occa- an element of anarchy rarely seen since the
sionally, the characters are subordinated to Marx Brothers moved to the movies. Don’t Atlantics
the themes—feminism, scientific inquiry— expect dialogue, narrative, or even much in The French director Mati Diop’s first feature—
and the way the show accordions the women’s the way of themes; the clowns themselves, in set in her father’s home town of Dakar, Sene-
final decades into its last few minutes is a bit their adorably silly yellow or green costumes, gal—unites a wide array of ideas and genres with
disorienting. But the delectable performances are the only real through line. Instead, it’s her intensely sensory artistry. A young woman,
by Faridany and Mulgrew—the latter with an anthology of comic bits, many of them, Ada (Mame Bineta Sane), and a young con-
enough warmhearted spunk to envelop the despite the title, entirely unrelated to snow. struction worker, Souleiman (Ibrahima Traoré),
entire theatre—give a radium-worthy glow Maybe it’s best thought of as a study in par- are in love, but her parents have arranged for
that even Marie would admire.—Maya Phillips adox: simultaneously tender and obnoxious, her to marry a rich businessman named Omar
(Through Dec. 22.) melancholic and riotous, pivoting from min- (Babacar Sylla). Cheated out of his wages by a
imalism as forlorn as anything in “Waiting government-connected company, Souleiman
for Godot” (the first gag alludes to suicide) heads for Spain in a rickety boat that capsizes
History of Violence to full-blown, crowd-pleasing spectacle, espe- in the ocean. Then Omar’s house catches fire,
cially in the famous, genuinely overwhelming and, when a diligent police inspector (Amadou
St. Ann’s Warehouse blizzard finale.—Rollo Romig (Through Jan. 5.) Mbow) suspects Souleiman—who’s believed to
The German director Thomas Ostermeier’s be dead—of arson, the romantic and political
production of Édouard Louis’s autobiograph- melodrama takes a metaphysical turn. Diop
ical book (adapted by Ostermeier, Louis, and The Underlying Chris films the characters and the city with a tac-
Florian Borchmeyer) starts with a crime scene, tile intimacy and a teeming energy heightened
then slowly walks us back to what prompted Second Stage by the soundtrack’s polyphony of voices and
its investigation—a sexual assault that takes With such works as “Thom Pain (based on music; she dramatizes the personal experience
place toward the end of the show and whose nothing)” and “The Realistic Joneses,” Will of public matters—religious tradition, women’s
clinical brutality, audiences should be warned, Eno has built a reputation as a cerebral, ab- autonomy, migration, corruption—with docu-
is upsetting. Édouard (Laurenz Laufenberg) surdist playwright for whom the meaning mentary-based fervor, rhapsodic yearning, and
is a gay student in Paris, trying to escape his of life may well amount to an impenetrable bold affirmation. In Wolof and French.—Richard
working-class roots—he has even changed joke. His new piece is among his most acces- Brody (In limited release and on Netflix.)
his name. An encounter with Reda (Renato sible; it follows the title character from cra-
Schuch), a handsome but self-loathing Ber- dle to grave through a series of brief scenes.
ber man, prompts a reckoning for Édouard. The hook: as the decades pass, actors of vary- A Beautiful Day in the
Ostermeier is among the most brilliant the- ing sexes and races play Chris (the name is Neighborhood
atre-makers of his generation, and this pro- short for Christopher or Christine). Kenny
duction, from Schaubühne Berlin, sports his Leon’s fluid direction, Arnulfo Maldonado’s If last year’s documentary about Fred Rog-
signature kinetic energy and imaginative use smart set, and a wonderful ensemble help ers, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?,” left you
of live video. What American audiences may
find even more discomfiting than the stage
violence, however, is the show’s moral and
political ambiguity—this is not a world of OFF BROADWAY
black and white. In German, with English
supertitles.—Elisabeth Vincentelli (Through Some dramatists write—repeatedly,
Dec. 1.)
almost compulsively—about where
they’re from. It’s hard to separate Au-
Pumpgirl gust Wilson from Pittsburgh or A. R.
Irish Repertory Gurney from Buffalo. The thirty-
Abbie Spallen’s play, which débuted at the eight-year-old playwright Samuel D.
2006 Edinburgh Fringe Festival, is the Hunter, who grew up in Moscow,
latest in a number of works on New York
stages (“Little Gem” and “Molly Sweeney” Idaho, has used his native state as a
among them) with multiple characters but recurring canvas in plays such as “A
no dialogue—just monologues, delivered Bright New Boise,” “Pocatello,” and
in rotation. This three-hander, directed by
Nicola Murphy, features Labhaoise Magee as the gorgeous drama “The Whale,”
Pumpgirl, who works at a small-town filling about an obese man confined to his
station in Northern Ireland; Hamish Al- apartment in northern Idaho. Hunter’s
ILLUSTRATION BY ELEANOR TAYLOR
wanting more of that singular figure, with his named Queen (Jodie Turner-Smith), a lawyer, Bening), of the Senate Intelligence Com-
cozy knitwear and matching homilies, Tom and Slim (Daniel Kaluuya), a retail employee, mittee, to work on a study of the C.I.A.’s
Hanks is here to help. Starring as Mr. Rog- are ending an uneventful first date when a Detention and Interrogation Program. The
ers in Marielle Heller’s new film, Hanks not white police officer (Sturgill Simpson) pulls project consumes years, eats away at private
only re-creates every quirk of the character’s them over with brazenly hostile intent, lead- lives, and, upon completion, is met with stub-
gestures and speech but prevents what could ing to a tussle in which the cop starts shooting. born resistance from officials who disagree
have been the mushiest of fables from sliding Slim gets the officer’s gun and kills him in with its findings and demand that it be cen-
over the edge into sentimentality. The story self-defense. The pair, not yet a couple, take to sored accordingly. (The full document has
turns on the plight of Lloyd Vogel (Matthew the road in search of safe haven; the incident never been released.) The film, written and
Rhys), a journalist who is sent to interview is big news, and, during stopovers in several directed by Scott Z. Burns, takes its cue from
Mr. Rogers and finds himself revealing the Southern towns, they discover that they’ve be- the stern dedication of its hero; the result
cause of his scars, both physical and emotional. come instant folk heroes to many in the black feels pressurized, disheartening, and fraught.
This redemptive encounter is played out in community. Some episodes in their flight are Flashbacks to the torture described in the
a low and subtle key; Heller, as she proved formulaic; other scenes, such as ones involving report are at once grisly to behold and, unlike
in “Can You Ever Forgive Me?” (2018), has other officers, prove more surprising; and the ill-lit bleakness of the office scenes, oddly
become something of a specialist in damaged some sequences merely generate imagery. superfluous to the movie’s cause. The cast
souls. With strong support from Susan Kelechi Nonetheless, the pain, the passion, and the includes Tim Blake Nelson as a frightened
Watson, as Vogel’s wife, and Chris Cooper, as urgency at the movie’s core emerge forcefully whistle-blower and a formidable Ted Levine
his sad and loutish father.—Anthony Lane (Re- and movingly. With Bokeem Woodbine as as John Brennan.—A.L. (11/25/19) (In wide
viewed in our issue of 11/25/19.) (In wide release.) Queen’s tough, wounded, and devoted uncle release and on Amazon Prime.)
and Karen Kaia Livers as a bartender in the
know.—R.B. (In wide release.)
Queen & Slim Shooting the Mafia
Though the dramatic connections of this At the age of forty, Letizia Battaglia, who’s now
political romance, written by Lena Waithe The Report eighty-four, became the first female photog-
and directed by Melina Matsoukas, are often Adam Driver, looking paler and more intense rapher in the Italian daily press; this candid
thin, the movie offers ample symbolic power. than ever, plays Dan Jones, an investigator and passionate documentary portrait, directed
In Cleveland, two young black people, nick- who is asked by Dianne Feinstein (Annette by Kim Longinotto, shows that Battaglia has
always lived at the turbulent crossroads of
history. Born and raised in Palermo, Sicily,
IN REVIVAL Battaglia escaped her domineering father by
marrying at sixteen, and then escaped her
oppressive husband by taking lovers, with
melodramatic consequences. Finally on her
own, she became a journalist before turning
to photography at a time of unprecedented
Mafia violence, which became her subject and
her obsession—and resulted in death threats.
Her coverage of the murder of judges led to
a new career in politics. Longinotto cannily
juxtaposes Battaglia’s photographs with both
news footage and clips from fictional films and
shows the photographer in conversation with
men in her life—asserting the unity of sexual,
political, and creative freedom, and observing
the patriarchal violence of traditional families
and Mob families alike. In Italian.—R.B. (In
limited release.)
New Korean Cinema, 1996–2003,” on Nov. 27. His tale of four characters struggling writer, and Aline (Grace Darmond),
whose work in a music shop keeps them afloat.
whose lives intricately intertwine was written by four different screenwriters But, like Mary, Aline pines for excitement and
and then largely improvised by the actors; the effect is a cinematic game of luxury, and her chance encounter with an urbane
exquisite corpse. A young man, a failing novelist, takes advantage of a young executive sparks scandal. Working with a script
by Bess Meredyth, Stahl conjures stark anguish
woman who loves him—an aspiring actress who edits his work—and has and bitter conflict with an avid, quasi-docu-
an affair with a married woman whose jealous husband, a businessman, is mentary view of the teeming and boisterous
also unfaithful. Hong’s view of desperate middle-class strivers and their New York neighborhood, which endows the
drama’s astounding coincidences with an air of
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deceptions, betrayals, and humiliations is laced with domineering cruelty authenticity and destiny.—R.B. (Anthology Film
and casual violence. The action spans two cities (Seoul and Jeonju), and Archives, Dec. 3.)
Hong films it with probingly acute angles that split the difference between
documentary-like observation and theatrical tableaux. Few filmmakers so For more reviews, visit
frankly confront the ruthless trio of art, lust, and money.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
its own, but the Jitterbug Perfume adds with a sunflower-seed dip, had a slightly
hibiscus, rose hips, and camomile for slimy texture and made me think of bird
good measure. food. The grass-fed steak with flowering
I found little to fault among the marjoram, green chili, and sweet-potato
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tipples that I tried, except that the rye- leaves, though admirable from a sustain-
based Drunken Sunflower, which is al- ability standpoint, was so lean and mild
legedly flavored with toasted sunflower in flavor that I found myself wishing that
TABLES FOR TWO seeds, turmeric, and popcorn shoots— someone had offered the cow some bacon.
tiny sprouts that grow out of popcorn But I very much enjoyed the sweet-
Il Fiorista kernels if you soak and plant them— potato sourdough, which actually tasted
17 W. 26th St. tasted mostly like whiskey. (Not much of sweet potato and came with cultured
of a complaint.) The food was more of buttermilk, dyed green with nasturtium
The other night at Il Fiorista, a new a gamble. leaves and pooled on top of cultured
restaurant in NoMad, a burly, bearded, Il Fiorista—which bills itself as an butter. The cool, tangy escabeche of
and surprisingly poetic server caught a “education center” (there are workshops plump mussels, tender new potatoes,
request for a cocktail recommendation covering subjects like wreath-making and cabbage, finished with flowering
and dived for the end zone. “This one’s and flower fermentation)—is the brain- dill, is worth ordering. At lunch, the
like running down sunlit streets in Tus- child of an Italian couple, a former law- poached-tuna salad is a fun spin on a
PHOTOGRAPH BY AMANDA HAKAN FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
cany and throwing confetti in the air,” yer and a former private-equity investor niçoise, with coins of pickled carrot in
he said. “And that one’s like getting into who moved to New York in 2017 with place of olives, whole anchovies coiled
a new car and driving through smoky no prior restaurant experience. They had on top of soft-boiled egg halves, and
hills with citrus turns.” the good sense to hire a chef, Garrison extra-crunchy gem lettuce dressed in an
Il Fiorista (“the florist,” in Italian) is Price, from Il Buco, one of New York’s umami-rich fennel-pollen vinaigrette.
not a subtle place. Well into November, best Italian restaurants, and his pastas Daytime is perhaps the best time
a large potted hydrangea tree sat on the are wonderful. Saucy stewed lamb with to eat here; the beautiful dining room,
sidewalk beside the entrance. Inside, din- sage and sweet, oily chunks of eggplant designed by the architect Elizabeth
ers are met by an enormous table topped mingle with fluted torchio, a short shape Roberts, with a psychedelic pastel motif
with a towering arrangement of budding that evokes an unfurling rose. Chewy hand-painted on the walls by the artist
branches, plus botanical-themed prod- house-made squid-ink anelli (stubby Leanne Shapton, is especially lovely in
ucts and bouquets for sale. tubes) are slick with a gently smoky chili natural light. On a recent afternoon,
Both food and drinks follow suit, with oil and strewn with sautéed calamari a woman eating alone seemed beside
almost every dish and cocktail featuring and fennel. herself with pleasure. “I just love the
some combination of leaves, herbs, seeds, Everything else is hit or miss. Hewing concept!” she said, relishing a glass of
berries, and blossoms. Tequila is mixed too closely to the floral theme can mean white wine and a slice of angel-food cake
with flowering coriander, sesame, lime, missing the garden for the flowers, so to topped with grapefruit curd. A server
and acacia honey for a tart margarita- speak. A salad of purple chicory, topped with Pre-Raphaelite red curls wandered
adjacent concoction called Sparkle. Gin, with rye bread crumbs that were seasoned dreamily through the room, tucking
which is made from juniper berries and with dried geranium, tasted a bit like stems into vases. (Dishes $14-$28.)
other botanicals, might fit the bill on potpourri. Seeded crackers, which came —Hannah Goldfield
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malfeasance, there comes a time when sonal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, and Sond-
the bonds of omertà dissolve and the land duly attended meetings with Ze-
reckonings of high-level conspirators lensky, while coördinating with the U.S.
begin. In the case of Donald Trump’s at- Embassy in Kyiv and the White House.
tempt to bully Ukraine into investigat- Throughout, his boss at the State De-
ing Democrats for his political gain, that partment, Pompeo, “knew what we were
juncture seemed to arrive last week, with doing and why,” Sonderland testified.
the testimony of Gordon Sondland, It was already clear that, as the campaign
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to pressure Ukraine intensified, Pompeo he and Pence had with Zelensky on tra before he destroyed his chance to
had failed to stand by the U.S. Ambas- September 1st, in Warsaw. At the time, succeed Reagan as President. Bush bris-
sador there, Marie Yovanovitch, whom Pence told reporters that the aid was tled, but took the advice and lay low;
Trump fired in May. (Pompeo has said being held up because of “great con- he won the White House in 1988. These
that she was not fired for “a nefarious cerns” that he and Trump had about “is- are darker times. The Republican Party,
purpose.”) Sondland provided new ev- sues of corruption,” but he offered no because of its capitulation to Trump,
idence—excerpts from four e-mails that specifics. Pence had denied publicly that is headed for a moral and political ac-
he wrote to Pompeo and others between the delay had anything to do with counting. The President’s racketeering
July and September—which showed Trump’s reëlection bid. Sondland’s tes- scheme in Ukraine is likely to inflict
that he kept Pompeo updated on the timony undercuts that assertion; he re- lasting damage on the reputations of
back-channel operation. Beginning in called that he “mentioned” to Pence in all those at high levels of his Admin-
July, the Administration withheld hun- Warsaw that he “had concerns that the istration who have participated or stood
dreds of millions of dollars in congres- delay in aid had become tied to the issue by mutely.
sionally approved military aid to Ukraine. of investigations” into Trump’s domes- Witness by witness, the case for
Several diplomats and N.S.C. officials tic opponents. Pence’s chief of staff has Trump’s impeachment is strengthen-
have testified in the inquiry that the denied that this conversation took place. ing. Yet the political equation in Wash-
suspension was designed to coerce Ze- Pence and Pompeo are hardly alone ington remains at a stalemate. If the
lensky; Sondland’s e-mail excerpts sug- in having forged Faustian bargains with Democratic-controlled House does im-
gest that Pompeo may have been briefed Donald Trump, or in having gambled peach the President, the Republican-
on this part of the pressure campaign. that they will somehow survive his heed- controlled Senate still looks set to ac-
(A State Department spokesperson said lessness and serial disloyalty. Clever quit him. The Ukraine dossier—and all
that it was “flat-out false” to suggest that and ambitious politicians do occasion- that it continues to reveal about Trump’s
Sondland had told Pompeo that Trump ally outlast complicity in Presidential indifference to the Constitution—seems
had linked the aid to investigations.) scandals. In late 1986, George Shultz headed for the voters. A year from now,
Sondland also testified about Pence’s warned George H. W. Bush to stop we’ll know their verdict.
role—in particular, about a meeting that misleading the public about Iran-Con- —Steve Coll
DEARLY DEPARTED his career as a hitmaker. “I always said backstage, and he was weeping,” Gold-
FIVE FRIENDS that that production was like taking berg recalled, then broke into a sotto-
the Concorde to Paris,” Baranski said. voce Nichols impression. “He said, ‘I
They traded stories of directorial was on the last boat out of Germany
miracles. “We were having trouble with when I was a child, and so this story
the second act,” Close recalled, “and he of yours took me to places that I hadn’t
came in one morning and said, ‘I know thought about in a long time.’ ” He
the problem: the furniture’s in the offered to bring Goldberg’s show to
ne recent Wednesday, the lunch- wrong place.’ We rearranged the fur- Broadway—a gamble that would launch
O time patrons of Marea, on Cen-
tral Park South, had the opportunity
niture, and everything fell into place.”
At another rehearsal, she went on,
her to stardom. “I said, ‘I should tell
to do four double takes in a row, as “Mike said, ‘If you ever get lost, drown
Cynthia Nixon, Christine Baranski, in each other’s eyes.’”
Glenn Close, and Whoopi Goldberg Nixon, who turned eighteen that
swanned in, one by one, and sat at year, remembered one of Close’s scenes
a corner booth. It was a reunion of in “The Real Thing,” in which her hus-
sorts, or, as Nixon called it, “a bitter- band roots out an affair that she’s been
sweet treat.” Five years ago on that day, having. “Mike had her eat a candy bar,”
the four had gathered at the restau- Nixon said, “so that by the time she re-
rant to celebrate with the director Mike alizes she’s caught she’s got a mouth
Nichols on his eighty-third birthday. full of chocolate. She’s trying to feel
It turned out to be his last: he died guilty, but she’s not, really. So it’s this
two weeks later, after a heart attack. great metaphor—this delicious candy.”
“We were sitting just there,” Baranski “He had that wonderful ability to
said, pointing. “It was the four ladies see what wasn’t there,” Goldberg said.
of 1984.” While “The Real Thing” was playing,
She was referring to the year that Goldberg, who was not then well
Baranski, Close, and Nixon starred in known, was doing a solo show in Chel-
the Tom Stoppard comedy “The Real sea, and Nichols went to see it. One of
Thing,” which Nichols directed on her characters was a dope fiend who Glenn Close, Christine Baranski,
Broadway. By then, he was well into visits the Anne Frank House. “He came Cynthia Nixon, and Whoopi Goldberg
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you, I can really suck badly.’ He said, Each of his sculptures involves a lengthy
VISITING DIGNITARY
‘Do you suck often?’” process of thinking and tinkering, over
WALKING AND TALKING
The ladies cracked up and sipped their the course of which its materials might
Arnold Palmers. (All four are featured change, and its scale might shift. “I spent
in “Life Isn’t Everything,” Ash Carter three years looking at details on a sculp-
and Sam Kashner’s new oral history about ture that I was working on, including a
Nichols.) More stories followed. Nixon toenail,” he recalled. “And I asked Sil-
recalled leaving “The Real Thing” to do via, ‘Will anyone ever notice the slight
Nichols’s production of the David Rabe changes I’m making to this one thing,
play “Hurlyburly,” in a sweltering black- right and early on a recent Satur- the subtleties?,’ and she said, ‘No, but
box theatre in Chicago. “They had a ter-
rible air-conditioner that was loud,”
B day, Charles Ray, the Los Angeles
sculptor, stepped out of the Four Sea-
the meaning in these details adds up
over time, like an ecosystem.’”
Nixon said. In the penultimate scene, sons Hotel, and walked west on Fifty- He went on, “There are no big rev-
William Hurt’s character learns that his seventh Street. Ray, who is sixty-six, was elations as you’re walking, but over the
friend Phil, played by Harvey Keitel, has in town for the opening of a show at yearscape the temporality of this regu-
died. “What Mike did was, the moment the Hill Art Foundation, in Chelsea. At lar action puts things in a more inter-
where Bill said, ‘Phil’s dead,’ they turned the luxuriously spare nonprofit space, esting perspective.” A siren shrieked in
the air off.”“There was a vibrational shift!” his enigmatic sculptures—a life-size alu- the distance. “Sometimes I wonder, How
Baranski exclaimed. minum mime stretched on a camping much longer can this go on? I keep
Then “Hurlyburly” moved to Broad- bed, a sterling-silver mountain lion about thinking, Well, I’ll keep on doing this,
way, two blocks from “The Real Thing.” to maul a dog, an apple core wrought and then I’ll die, you know?” He laughed.
One night, Nixon joked to Nichols in gold—were presented alongside Re- Sculpture is similar. “It makes you see
that, if the timing worked just right, naissance and Baroque bronzes, among your entire temporal shape.” He sketched
she could shuttle between theatres and them three Christs, which were selected a few quick strokes in the air, like the
do both plays simultaneously. “He said, by the artist from the collection of the chalk outline of a body.
‘We’ll call your agent in the morning.’” hedge-fund billionaire J. Tomilson Hill Across the street from the Met Breuer,
For a few months, during her first se- and his wife, Janine. The curatorial gam- formerly the Whitney, Ray paused. “This
mester at Barnard, she did just that. bit threw into relief the solemn, even is my alma mater,” he said. He has par-
She quit when she worried that she spiritual quality of Ray’s pieces, which ticipated in five Whitney Biennials. His
was failing geology. can take fifteen years to complete. eyes scanned the concrete façade. “For
“Mike was really pissed,” Nixon re- Turning north onto Madison Ave- my generation, brutalist architecture
called. “He wrote me a note that ba- nue, his pace was measured but steady. meant that we had left home,” he said,
sically said, ‘Good luck in college. I “I walk a lot,” he said. Fourteen years “since that was the style of so many uni-
hope whatever you go on to do, you’ll ago, his aorta was replaced during open- versity buildings.” He began walking
look back at this time with this rag- heart surgery, after which he started again, carefully skirting an overzealous
gle-taggle group of players and think walking ten to twelve miles a day. “I get jogger. The city was waking up.
of us fondly.’” up at 2:30 a.m., leave at three, and I’m On his New York route, Ray always
The ladies cracked up again. “Cyn!” back home around 6:15, and then I have tries to stop at the Metropolitan Mu-
Baranski squealed in sympathy. “Oh, breakfast, swim for an hour, and go to seum, where he spends at least an hour
he was just being Mike.” Pissy Mike, the studio,” he said. If there’s time later, looking at sculpture. It was a little after
they agreed, was brutal but witty. he’ll walk some more. He used to walk ten, and the museum was already teem-
“His favorite thing to say was ‘Beautiful in the dense darkness of the Santa Mon- ing. “Lately, I’ve been trying the wings
and dangerous, like Rio de Janeiro,’ ” ica Mountains—“I had a flashlight, and that are emptier,” he said, “like the Cy-
Baranski said, savoring each word. Days it was really beautiful. I would see wild prus section.” But this time he headed
after Nichols died, Goldberg miracu- animals, even strange people”—but it toward the popular Greek and Roman
lously received a birthday note from made his wife, Silvia Gaspardo-Moro, galleries, where he stopped before a
him. “I just thought, Well, if anybody nervous. Now he walks from Brentwood, Greek stela memorializing the death of
was going to come back from the dead where the couple lives, to the Santa Mon- a child, from the fifth century B.C.
to send me a note on my birthday, he’d ica Pier and back. He also has a route “I think this is one of the most pro-
be the one to do it,” she said. in every major city he has shown in. “I found pieces,” he said, taking in the
Desserts arrived. The foursome softly have one in Paris, in Madrid, in Tokyo,” carved marble figure of a girl, draped in
sang, “Happy birthday, dear Mike.” At he said. He never misses a day. “In Chi- robes, her face turned down toward two
that final birthday lunch, Close remem- cago, I have a nice route that I do along doves in her hands. “Look at the orches-
bered, he talked about the importance the lake, even when it’s twenty below trated elements of the form, in the bril-
of love: “Love, kindness, and luck.” zero. You have to know how to dress.” liant here-ness of the sculpting!” His voice
Baranski looked across the room and Ray is spindly, with a mass of gray fell to an excited whisper. “The one part
said, “My sense is he would have spent curls, rimless glasses, and the slight, that isn’t a relief, where there’s a gap be-
another hour or two at that table.” kindly stoop of a man who makes an tween the figure and the slab, is where
—Michael Schulman effort to meet his interlocutor halfway. the girl’s lips touch the bird’s beak!” He
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gestured toward the small space. “She’s your perfect day,” including florists, bob and wears a little black dress; her
dead, yes, but there’s breath, there’s travel agencies, limo services, personal shoes are wedges with bows. For a “first
pneuma, there’s birdsong! ” He took a step trainers, and a light-up robot on stilts. dance” showcase, she did the hustle with
back. “Looking at this makes me feel Mrs. Met has a lot in common with an instructor from the Fred Astaire
like it’s O.K. to die, because when I’m her spouse, except that she has hair and Dance Studios to “Shut Up and Dance.”
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dead that space is still going to be there.” eyelashes. Their relationship began in (Mr. Met was off for the night.)
—Naomi Fry the mid-sixties, when she was going by At booths, wedding service providers
Lady Met. (Her first name is Jan.) In made their pitches and suggested ways
MILESTONE DEPT. the seventies, the pair started showing of catering to a Mets-obsessed guest list.
MASCOT LOVE up at games together; each earned a hun- Sarah Margaret, an officiant, had a ce-
dred bucks plus all the hot dogs they ramic Mets apple on her table. “This
could eat. Pretty soon, Mrs. Met got her could be on your altar,” she said. A sand
new title (and, no kidding, the woman ceremony—bride and groom pour two
inside her married the man in the separate vials of sand into a vessel—in
Mr. Met head). A few years later, the orange and blue could also be arranged.
team phased them out; then, in 1994, “I’m interfaith,” she said. “You want faith,
ll the love in the world, as we know, Mr. Met returned, stag. According to an you want spirituality, you want the Mets?
A won’t get the Mets to the playoffs.
But when one season ends another be-
official team statement, “Mrs. Met has
been busy taking care of her family at
I can do that.”
David Schwartz, a magician, had an
gins. Mrs. Met, for her part, refuses to home in Flushing, Queens, and work- idea for a Mets-themed wedding. “I
frown. (A humanoid with a giant base- ing part-time as an event planner.” (Other would ask people, ‘Who is the best Mets
ball for a head, she is stamped with a reports indicate that fans in the stands player of all time?’ And then I would
permanent toothless smile.) The other had been grabbing her legs.) When Mrs. read their minds.”
night, she directed her attention to next Met rejoined the team, in 2013, she’d gone Where would Joanna Kuther, who
spring’s recruits: not ballplayers—brides. from being a redhead to a brunette. plans “custom honeymoons,” send Mr.
In the Foxwoods Club, upstairs at Citi At the expo, she stepped out in party and Mrs. Met on theirs? “On a cruise,
Field, she hosted a wedding expo, with attire. Whereas at games she suits up in for sure,” she said. “They need to get out
some eighty venders offering “every- uniform and wears a ponytail, for eve- of New York and see the world.” What
thing you need to plan and prepare for ning she lets her hair down in a perky if they roll overboard? “They’ll just float.”
True diehards can get hitched at Citi
Field. “When are you getting married?”
Manny Ortiz, a Mets event-sales coör-
dinator, asked a bride-to-be. He sched-
ules weddings on days when the team
is out of town; there was no seventh-
inning vows package being offered. Nor
can ceremonies be held on the field;
couples stand atop the visitors’ dugout.
“Your guests sit in seats behind the dug-
out,” Ortiz explained. “There’s a static
message that goes up on the screens—
we can customize it for you.” In lieu of
an aisle, the bride descends concrete
steps. Afterward, a reception can be held
in one of the stadium’s dining venues.
It was the first wedding expo Mrs. Met
had hosted, and it seemed like a hit. Some
five hundred people attended—brides
and grooms in Mets outfits, many ac-
companied by patient parents. A pair of
Pete Alonsos (his jersey was blue, hers
white) chatted up a guy in a suit and a
GAHAN WILSON, APRIL 9, 2007
Mrs. Met made the rounds, greeting publisher himself, Lagerfeld was a bib- “fairly consequential.” Lagerfeld sent
fans. She does not speak. When asked liophile of epic appetite. (Practically a sketches for his orders by fax or courier,
where she got married, she pointed down bibliophage, he is said to have torn the but he was open to suggestions from
to indicate “here.” Citi Field? A nod. pages out of thick paperbacks as he read Hilditch & Key’s salespeople and tailors.
Uh, wait, so, how long have you been them.) He bought French books, En- “He loved when we made propositions,
married—the wedding wasn’t at Shea? glish books, books of poetry, signed books, and often he’d say, ‘Oui, bingo! ’”
Mrs. Met shook her head and covered first editions, monographs, everything Lagerfeld’s florist was Lachaume, a
her face with her big white-gloved hands. he could find on the Wiener Werkstätte. hundred-and-seventy-five-year-old fam-
“Have there been multiple Mrs. Mets?” “Our booksellers knew the themes of his ily business on the Rue du Faubourg
a bride wondered aloud. “You never hear fashion shows long before they hap- Saint-Honoré, where Marcel Proust went
about the Mets divorces.” As it happened, pened,” Sabatier said. “Sometimes we each morning to purchase an orchid for
the original couple that filled the mas- were thinking, This is awkward, what is his buttonhole. Caroline Cnocquaert and
cot suits called it quits after twenty-five he preparing? He’d buy dozens of books Stéphanie Primet, its sister proprietors,
years. But getting married is kind of like on astronauts, and, months later, there’d responded immediately to a reporter’s
rooting for the Mets, isn’t it? The slogan be a rocket at the Grand Palais.” invitation to talk about Lagerfeld, writ-
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is “Ya gotta believe.” “Karl Kaiser,” the French journalist
—Betsy Morais Raphaëlle Bacqué’s biography of Lager-
feld, has been a recent best-seller at Gali-
PARIS POSTCARD gnani. Near the fine-arts desk, there is a
THE LAGERFELD ECONOMY little shrine to him: a framed portrait, a
photograph he took of a model posing
in front of the shop’s windows. He might
have been a monster boss (“I have no
human feelings,” he once claimed), but
he was apparently a peach of a customer.
“He was very nice to everyone,” Sabatier
hen Karl Lagerfeld died, in Feb- said, pointing out another framed pho-
W ruary, “fashion and culture lost a
great inspiration,” Bernard Arnault, the
tograph, of Lagerfeld’s blue-cream Bir-
man cat, Choupette, her head poking
C.E.O. and chairman of L.V.M.H., said. out of a Galignani bag. Lagerfeld had
A handful of businesses in Paris also lost shot it for a window display and then
a major patron, a one-man stimulus pack- given it to Sabatier for her office. She
age who for decades had primed their and several of her colleagues attended
margins and their creativity. The Lager- his memorial service. “I think it was real
feld District: a quilted clutch of bonnes luck to come across such an incredible Karl Lagerfeld
adresses along the Tuileries and the gar- personality, and to see him in such sim-
dens of the Champs-Élysées, not far from ple conditions,” she said. ing, “With great pleasure, he was our
the headquarters of Chanel, where he A few doors down, at Hilditch & Key, dream client!” The first time Lagerfeld
was the creative director. The collapse of shirtmakers since 1899, Philippe Zubrzy- came into the shop, in 1971, he bought
the Lagerfeld economy wasn’t cata- cki, the store’s manager, lit up when La- “a very beautiful big white rose” from
strophic—Colette, one of his favorite gerfeld’s name was mentioned. Monsieur their grandmother, Giuseppina. An hour
boutiques, had already closed, in 2017— Lagerfeld, he said, ordered around a hun- later, the sisters recalled, Yves Saint Lau-
but his absence continues to be felt on dred and fifty made-to-measure garments rent showed up, asking their mother, Co-
shop floors around the city’s central ar- a year: nightshirts, kimonos, the white lette, for exactly the same flower. When
rondissements. “Karl liked to say that he button-downs with collars like neck braces iPhones came out, Lagerfeld gave one
was eleven per cent of our business,” Dan- that had been his signature look since he to each sister, so that he could send them
ielle Cillien Sabatier, the director of Gali- lost ninety-two pounds over the course texts and images (“That was his word,
gnani, the bookshop on the Rue de Rivoli, of a year by drinking protein shakes and rather than saying ‘photos’”). He hated
said the other day. When a visitor asked eating nothing after 8 P.M. “He also or- holidays, when his ateliers were closed,
if the figure was accurate, she didn’t cor- dered sleeveless ones, for painting,” Zub- and would take advantage of the fact that
rect it. “He was certainly our No. 1 client.” rzycki said. A client of long standing, La- Lachaume stayed open, sending mes-
Lagerfeld went into Galignani once gerfeld had cycled through different looks. sages or coming in to chat. Cnocquaert
or twice a week. In a replica of his office At one point, when he was spending time and Primet had been very sad when La-
that he once exhibited, shopping bags at a château in Brittany, he had a taste gerfeld died, but, they said, “let’s think
from the store cover every surface. “Once, for billowing shirts made in taffeta. of the future, that’s what Monsieur La-
we changed colors, from dark blue to “Sometimes he’d put in an order for fifty gerfeld did.” They’d have their memo-
light blue, and Karl said, ‘Oh, it’s the blue pieces and, over the weeks, the order ries, they said, of his incredible orders.
of Lanvin,’” Sabatier recalled. “I said, ‘No, would grow,” Zubrzycki said, acknowl- “We created thousands of bouquets!”
it’s the blue of my eyes.’” An author and edging that Lagerfeld’s patronage was —Lauren Collins
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HURRICANE SEASON
exception. The size of these new houses
was one thing—eight bedrooms were
common, spread over three or four sto-
After the storm. ries—but what came with them, and
what you really didn’t want next door
BY DAVID SEDARIS to you, was a swimming pool. “It hap-
pened to us ten years ago,” moaned my
row up in North Carolina and it’s large section of the roof had been ripped friend Lynette, who owns an older, tra-
G hard to get too attached to a beach
house, knowing, as you do, that it’s on
off, and the rain that had fallen in the
subsequent days had caused the ceilings
ditionally sized cottage up the street
from us. “Now all we hear is ‘Marco!’
borrowed time. If the hurricane doesn’t on both floors to cave in, the water drain- ‘Polo!’ over and over. It’s like torture.”
come this autumn, it’ll likely come the ing, as if the house were a sieve, down The place that Hugh bought is an-
next. The one that claimed our place— into the carport. Bermey took pictures, cient by Emerald Isle standards—built
the Sea Section—in September of 2018, which looked so tawdry I was embar- in 1972. It’s a single-story four-bedroom,
was Florence. Hugh was devastated, rassed to share them. It seems that rats perched on stilts and painted a shade
while my only thought was: What’s had been living in the second-floor ceil- of pink that’s almost carnal. Like the
with the old-fashioned names? Irma, ings. So there were our beds, speckled Sea Section, it’s right on the ocean, but
Agnes, Bertha, Floyd—they sound like with currant-size turds and tufts of unlike the Sea Section it’s rented out to
finalists in a pinochle tournament. Isn’t bloated, discolored insulation. vacationers. At first, Hugh went through
it time for Hurricanes Madison and All the interior drywall would need an agency, but now he does it himself,
Skylar? Where’s Latrice, or Category 4 to be replaced, as would the roof, of through a number of Web sites. Our
Fredonté? course, along with the doors and win- friend Lee across the street rents out his
Florence, it was said, gave new mean- dows. We were left with a shell, essen- place, Almost Paradise, as do most of
ing to the word “namaste” along the tially. Had ours been the only place our Emerald Isle neighbors, and all of
North Carolina coast. affected, it might have been easy to have them have stories to tell. People leave
“Are you going to evacuate?” the repairs done, but, between the hur- with the pillows and coat hangers. Peo-
“Namaste.” ricane and the flooding, thousands of ple grill on the wooden decks. They
Hugh and I were in London when homes had been either destroyed or se- bring dogs regardless of whether or not
the hurricane hit, and was followed al- verely damaged—and that was just in you allow them, and small children,
most immediately by a tornado. Our North Carolina. meaning all sorts of things get flushed
friend Bermey owns a house—the Dark Our other house, luckily, was rela- down the toilets: seashells, doll clothes,
Side of the Dune—not far from ours, tively unscathed. It’s next door to the dice. And, of course, people complain
and went over to check on the Sea Sec- Sea Section, and when it came up for about absolutely everything: The TV
tion as soon as people were allowed back sale, in 2016, Hugh disregarded my ob- only gets ninety channels! There’s some
onto Emerald Isle. He found our doors jections and bought it. His argument missing paint on the picnic table!
wide open—blown open by the wind. A was that if he didn’t get it someone would Lee once got a comment from a renter
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that read “I was shocked by your out- leather—the effect of age and aggressive, “How can you stand it?” they ask.
door shower.” year-round tanning. The skin between “I don’t know!” I say. Though, of
“I was thinking, How surprising can her throat and her chest had gone crêpey, course, I do. I love Hugh. Not the moody
it be?” he told me. “I mean, you’re at the and it bothered me to notice it. I cannot Hugh who slams doors and shouts at
beach, for God’s sake. Then I went out bear watching my sisters get old. It just people—that one I merely tolerate—but
to wash up, and when I touched the seems cruel. They were all such beauties. he’s not like that all the time. Just enough
handle for the hot water I got thrown “Calling this the Pink House is just to have earned him a reputation.
clear across the room.” nothing,” she said. “Why did you yell at Lisa?” I asked,
Hugh bought the second house with The best name, in my opinion, con- the year that three of my sisters joined
everything in it, and, although it’s a bit sidering that the rental was next to the us for Christmas at our home in Sussex.
heavy on the white wicker, the furni- Sea Section, was a choice between the “Because she came to the dinner table
ture is far from awful. He drew the line Amniotic Shack and Canker Shores. with a coat on.”
at the art work, though. It was standard Both had been suggested by a third party “So?”
fare for a beach house: garish pictures and were far better than what I’d come “It made her look like she wasn’t stay-
of sailboats and sunsets. Signs reading up with. ing,” he said. “Like she was going to
“If You’re Not Barefoot, You’re Over- “And what was that?” Gretchen asked, leave as soon as her ride pulled up.”
dressed” and “Old Fishermen Never opening a cabinet in search of a coffee “And?” I said, though I knew exactly
Die, They Just Smell That Way.” cup. what he was saying. It was Christmas
If he wanted to, Hugh could work as “Country Pride Strong Family Pep- dinner, and it’s a slippery slope. One
a professional forger. That’s how good he permill,” I told her. year you wear a down coat at the table,
is at copying paintings. So for the rental “Not that again,” Hugh said. and the next you’re dressed in a sweat-
house he reproduced a number of Picas- “It’s not a pun, but I think it has a suit eating cold spaghetti out of a pan
sos, including “La Baignade,” from 1937, nice ring to it.” in front of the TV. My sisters can say
which depicts two naked women knee- Hugh opened the refrigerator, then what they will about Hugh’s moodiness,
deep in the water with a third person reached for the trash can. Renters aren’t but no one can accuse him of letting
looking on. The figures are abstracted, supposed to leave things behind, but himself go, or even of taking shortcuts,
almost machinelike, and cement-colored, they do, and none of their condiments especially during the holidays, when it’s
positioned against a sapphire sea and an were meeting his approval. “It sounds homemade everything, from the egg-
equally intense sky. Hugh did three oth- like you just went to the grocery store nog to the piglet with an apple in its
ers—all beach-related—and got a com- and wrote down words.” mouth. There’s a tree, there are his Ger-
ment from a renter saying that, although “That’s exactly what I did,” I told him. man great-grandmother’s cookies, he
the house was comfortable enough, the “Well, too bad. It’s my house and I’ll will spend four days in an apron listen-
“art work” (she put it in quotes) was defi- call it what I want to.” ing to the “Messiah,” and that’s the way
nitely not family-friendly. As the mother “But—” it is, goddammit.
of young children, she had taken the He tossed a bottle of orange salad Similarly, he makes the beach feel the
paintings down during her stay, and said dressing into the garbage. “But noth- way it’s supposed to. A few years back,
that if he wanted her to return he’d defi- ing. Butt out.” he designed a spiral-shaped outdoor
nitely have to rethink his décor. As if they “C-R-A-B,” Gretchen mouthed. I shower at the Sea Section that we found
were Hustler centerfolds! nodded in agreement, and made pinch- ourselves using even in the winter. He
ing motions with my hands. It can some- grills seafood every night, and serves
“C an you believe that woman?” Hugh
said, almost a year after the hur-
times be tricky having Hugh around
my family. “What is his problem?” each
lunch on the deck overlooking the ocean.
He makes us ice cream with fruit sold
ricane hit, when we arrived to spend a of my siblings has asked me at one time at an outdoor stand by the people who
week on Emerald Isle. It was August. or another, usually flopping down on grew it, and mixes drinks at cocktail
The Sea Section was still under con- my bed during a visit. hour. It’s just that he’s, well, Hugh.
struction, so we stayed at the rental “What is whose problem,” I always When I get mad at someone, it’s usu-
house, which he was calling the Pink say, but it’s just a formality. I know who ally a reaction to something he or she
House, for reasons I could not for the they’re talking about. I’ve heard Hugh said or did. Hugh’s anger is more like
life of me understand. “It’s just such a yell at everyone, even my father. “Get the weather: something you open your
boring name,” I argued. out of my kitchen” is pretty common, door and step into. There’s no dressing
“It really is,” my sister Gretchen as is “Use a plate,” and “Did I say you for it, and neither is there any method
agreed. She’d pulled up an hour before could start eating?” for predicting it. A few months after we
we had, and was dressed in a fudge-col- I’d like to be loyal when they com- met, for example, he and I ran into an
ored tankini. Her long hair is going sil- plain about him. I’d like to say, “I’m old friend of mine at a play. This was in
ver, and was gathered in a burger-size sorry, but that’s my boyfriend of almost New York, in 1991. We thought we’d all
bun, not quite on the back of her head thirty years you’re talking about.” But go out to eat, then Hugh offered to cook
but not on top, either. She had turned I’ve always felt that my first loyalty is at his apartment. Somewhere between
sixty earlier that week and looked as if to my family, and so I whisper, “Isn’t it the theatre and Canal Street, his mood
she were made of well-burnished horrible?” darkened. There was no reason. It was
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rible comments about you,” she said la- the middle of making dinner”—as if I’d mer, I’m lucky to get fifteen in, and even
zily, as if the shape of a passing cloud asked him to name all the world capi- then I really have to force myself.
had reminded her of it. tals in alphabetical order. I feel as though I don’t like to aimlessly wander, espe-
I don’t know where she gets the idea I’m always complimenting him. “You cially in a place where thunderstorms can
that I—that anyone—would want to look so handsome tonight.” “What a appear without warning. I need a desti-
hear things like this. “Gretchen, there’s great meal you made.” “You’re so smart, nation, so I generally go to a coffee shop
a reason I don’t Google myself, I really so well read, etc.” It’s effortless, really. near the grocery store, usually with a cou-
don’t want to—” “I don’t want to give you a fat head,” ple of letters to answer. Back and forth
“A lot of people just can’t stand you.” he’ll tell me, when I ask for something I’ll walk, making three or more trips a
“I know,” I said. “It’s a consequence in return. day. When Hugh and I lived in Nor-
of putting stuff out there—you’re going “My head is, like, the size of an onion. mandy, he heard a local woman telling a
to get reactions. That doesn’t mean I I’m begging you, please, enlarge it.” friend about a mentally challenged man
have to regard them all.” He says I get enough praise already. she often saw marching past her house.
But it’s not the same thing. He wore headphones, she said, and looked
eez, I thought, sprinting back to the “O.K.,” he’ll say, finally. “You’re per- at pictures while talking to himself.
J house over the scorching sand and
wondering which was worse—getting
sistent. How’s that?” That, of course, was me, but they
weren’t pictures I was holding. They
snapped at by Hugh or having to en- like coming to Emerald Isle in May. were index cards with that day’s ten new
dure what Gretchen was doling out. Al-
though it’s true that I don’t read reviews
I It’s not too hot then, and most every-
one in my family can take a week off.
French vocabulary words on them.
In Sussex not long ago, an acquain-
or look myself up, I do answer my mail. Ditto at Thanksgiving. August, though, tance approached me to share a similar
A few months earlier, I’d been given is definitely something I do for Hugh, story. Again I was identified as men-
two hundred and thirty letters sent to a sacrifice. The heat that month is bru- tally challenged, this time because I was
me in care of my publishing house. I tal, and the humidity is so high my glasses picking up trash and muttering to my-
had responded to a hundred and eighty fog up. At home, in Sussex, I’d happily self. Only I wasn’t muttering—I was re-
already, and brought the remaining fifty be walking twenty-two miles a day, but peating phrases from my Learn to Speak
to the beach, where I figured I’d see to at Emerald Isle, at the height of sum- Japanese or Swedish or Polish audio
ten a day. Most were just what I’d al-
ways wanted: kind words from strang-
ers. Every now and then, though, a com-
plaint would come along. I’d like to say
I brush them off, and I guess I do, in
time. For days, though, and sometimes
Making Marvels
months, I’ll be bothered. For example, SCIENCE & SPLENDOR AT
a woman sent me her ticket stubs, plus THE COURTS OF EUROPE
her parking receipt, demanding that I
reimburse her. She and her husband
had attended a reading and apparently
objected to my material. “I thought you
were better than that,” she scolded,
which always confuses me. First off, bet-
ter than what? I mean, a clean show is
fine, but no finer than a filthy one. Me,
I like a nice balance.
That aside, who doesn’t want to hear
about a man who shoved a coat hanger
up his ass? How can you not find that
fascinating? “What kind of a person are
you?” I wanted to write back.
Sometimes after a hard day of angry
letters or e-mails, after having an essay
rejected or listening to Gretchen tell me
how much a woman she works with
thinks I suck, I’ll go to Hugh and beg
him to say something nice about me.
“Like what?” he’ll ask.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you. Think
of something.”
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program. “The woman who saw you said, to escape her judgment regarding the to feel nothing. After looking at the pic-
‘I just hope no one tries to take advan- life I have built with Hugh. As it was, tures that Bermey had sent, I shrugged
tage of him,’” the acquaintance told me. whenever anything good happened and went for a walk. At dusk, I returned
On Emerald Isle this August, it was during that week, whenever he was and found Hugh in our bedroom, curled
German I was muttering. I might have cheerful or thoughtlessly kind, I wanted up with his face in his hands. “My house,”
picked up an occasional bit of trash, but to say, “See, this is what my relationship he sobbed, his shoulders quaking.
I wasn’t carrying any equipment, just is like—this!” “Well, one of your houses,” I said,
ziplock bags of hot dogs or thick-cut It was a three-hour drive to Raleigh. thinking of Florence’s other victims.
bologna to feed the snapping turtles in I had work to do, so while Hugh drove Some, like Hugh, were crying on their
the canal. I sat in the back seat. “Just for a little beds, far from the affected area, while
We’d been at the beach for four days while,” I said. I must have fallen asleep, others were on foldout sofas, in sleeping
when I noticed a great many ant colo- though. After waking, I read for a bit, bags, in the back seats of cars, or on cots
nies in the dirt bordering the sidewalk and the next thing I knew the car wasn’t laid out like circuitry in public-school
between the strip mall the CVS is in moving. “What’s going on?” I asked, too gymnasiums. People who’d thought they
and the one the grocery store is in. The lazy to sit up and look out the window. were far enough inland to be safe, who’d
ants were cinnamon-colored, hundreds “I don’t know,” Hugh said. “An acci- had real belongings in their now ruined
of thousands of them, all racing about, dent, maybe.” houses: things that were dear to them,
searching for something to eat. I righted myself and was just attempt- and irreplaceable. The hardest-hit vic-
“Excuse me,” I said that afternoon ing to hop into the front seat when Hugh tims lost actual people—mates or friends
to the guy behind the counter at the advanced and tapped the car in front of or family members swept away and swal-
hardware store. “I was wanting to feed us. “Now, see what you made me do!” lowed by floodwaters.
some ants and wonder what you think “Me?” Then again, this was something of
they might like. How would they feel I don’t know anything about cars, but a pattern for Hugh. So many of the
about bananas?” the one he’d hit was bigger than ours, houses he’d lived in growing up had
The man’s face and neck were deeply and white. The driver was husky and been destroyed: in Beirut, in Mogadi-
creased from age, and the sun. “Bananas?” pissed-off-looking, with the sort of large, shu, in Kinshasa. He’s actually sort of
He took off his glasses and then put watery eyes I’d expect to find behind bad luck that way.
them back on. “Naw, I’d go with candy. glasses. “Did you just hit me?” he asked, I put my arms around him, and said
Ants like that pretty good.” walking toward us. He bent to exam- the things that were expected of me:
I bought a bag of gummy worms ine his bumper, which seemed to be “We’ll rebuild, and it will all be fine.
from beside the register, bit them into made of plastic and had a pale mark on Better, actually. You’ll see.” This was
thirds, and, on my way back to the house, it, possibly put there by us. how I always imagined myself in a re-
distributed them among the various col- Hugh rolled down his window: “I lationship: the provider, the rock, the
onies as evenly as I could. It made me maybe did, but just a little.” The man reassuring voice of wisdom. I had to
happy to think of the workers, present- glared at what he probably assumed was catch myself from saying, “I’ve got you,”
ing their famished queens with sugar, an Uber driver making extra money by which is what people say on TV now
and possibly being rewarded for it. taking people to the airport, or wher- when they’re holding a distraught per-
“You’re out there feeding ants candy?” ever that gap-toothed dope in the back son. It’s a nice sentiment, but culturally
Hugh said that night at the table, when seat was headed. He gave his bumper speaking there was only a five-minute
we were all discussing our day. “They another once-over, then the traffic started period when you could say this without
don’t need your help, and neither do the moving. Someone honked, and the man sounding lame, and it has long passed.
stupid turtles. You mess these things up got back into his car. “Hit him again,” I do have him, though. Through other
by feeding them—you hurt them is what I said to Hugh. “But harder this time. people’s eyes, the two of us might not
you do.” It wasn’t what he said that con- We need to show him who’s boss.” make sense, but that works in reverse as
cerned me but, rather, his tone, which, “Will you please shut up,” he said. well. I have a number of friends who are
again, I wouldn’t have noticed if my sis- “As a favor to me. Please.” in long-term relationships I can’t begin
ter weren’t there. to figure out. But what do I know? What
“Well, they seemed pretty happy to hen we first got news that Hur- does Gretchen or Lisa or Amy? They
me,” I said.
Gretchen patted my hand: “Don’t
W ricane Florence had all but de-
stroyed the Sea Section, I felt nothing.
see me getting scolded from time to time,
getting locked out of my own house, but
listen to Hugh. He doesn’t know shit Part of my indifference was that I’d ex- where are they in the darkening rooms
about being an ant.” pected this to happen. It was inevitable. when a close friend dies or rebels storm
Then, too, I wasn’t as attached to the the embassy. When the wind picks up
his was a relatively short beach trip. place as he was. I wasn’t the one who’d and the floodwaters rise. When you re-
T Renters were arriving on Saturday,
so the three of us had to have the house
be contacting the insurance company. I
wouldn’t be dropping everything to fly
alize you’d give anything to make that
other person stop hurting, if only so he
clean and be out by 10 a.m. Gretchen to North Carolina. It wouldn’t be me can tear your head off again. And you
left a bit earlier than we did, and, though picking turds off our beds, or finding a can forgive and forget again. On and on,
I was sorry to see her go, it was a relief contractor. In that sense, I could afford hopefully. Then on and on and on.
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PHOTO SESSION
your sausage fingers digging into her
knee-pits as you try desperately not to
drop her. And, you, try to turn that
BY SUSANNA WOLFF look of terror into one of whimsy. Or
maybe affectation? It’ll all look the
Click! Flash! asked to do one more job, and he con- same on Instagram.
Oh, my God, you look so surprised. templates his decision while staring at Do you mind if I take a video, too?
You should see your face! Luckily, you a breezy, joyous photo of said brutally Something brief and haunting that he
will be able to see your face, because murdered wife? That’s the kind of photo can play on a loop if the murder sce-
I’m the photographer your fiancé paid we’re aiming for here. Something that nario I mentioned before plays out. I
to hide in the bushes and take pic- says “Happiness is fleeting, but at least know it seems morbid, but I’ve been
tures of this intimate moment in your we got a picture.” taking awkwardly staged engagement
relationship. And, even if neither of you is mur- photographs for a long time now, and,
Actually, you looked way more sur- dered by the first man you sent to prison, in my experience, it’s good to get it just
prised when I jumped out of the bushes you’ll need all these faux-candid pho- to be safe.
than you did during the proposal, so tos for the wedding Web site that you’ll Oh, the sun is setting—I’ve got the
can we just do that bit again? Yeah, create, for some reason. perfect pose for this! Each of you hold
you—give him back the ring. You— But first let’s make sure that the out a hand in the shape of half a heart
get down on your knee and . . . go! More groom-to-be has enough stuff in his and then press them together to frame
shocked! Pretend that you didn’t see pockets! Do you have one of those giant the sunset. What makes this the per-
this proposal coming the second he Android phones? Of course you do. fect engagement-photo pose is that
suggested going for a sunset walk on Let’s get that bad boy in your front no one will be able to tell that it’s you
the beach while wearing slacks, a sport right pocket, and let’s move your mon- two. If you hang this in your house, it
coat, and, what are those, Hush Puppies? ster wallet to that front left pocket. We will look like you just left the photo
O.K., I think we’ve got the proposal could easily take this stuff out of your that came in the picture frame when
moment covered, now let’s do some pockets so that you’d have a smooth you bought it. Only you’ll know that
general couple photos, because the only silhouette in these posed photos, but you paid a lot of money for it.
pictures of the two of you are vacation let’s immortalize those khaki-clad All right, I think we’ve got enough.
selfies or ones of you wearing stupid lumps instead. Now that it’s pitch dark, how about
fake mustaches in photo booths at other Stand together. Now put your arm the three of us take a romantic hike all
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
people’s weddings. around her waist, and then I want you the way back to the parking lot to-
You know in movies when a griz- to take your newly diamond-laden gether? I promise I won’t murder you.
zled detective who got out of the game hand and gently rest it between his Ha ha. But, if I do, at least you’ll have
after his wife was brutally murdered is stomach and his sternum. Right in these engagement photos.
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THE DEFECTOR
McNamee has mentored many of the
people who have transformed Silicon
Valley. In 2006, when Facebook was a
How one of Big Tech’s earliest investors became one of its most fervent critics. two-year-old company with less than
fifty million dollars in annual revenue,
BY BRIAN BARTH McNamee advised Mark Zuckerberg to
turn down Yahoo’s offer to buy it for a
billion dollars. (It’s now worth more than
five hundred billion.) Not long after-
ward, he encouraged Zuckerberg to hire
Sheryl Sandberg. His acquaintances have
included Steve Jobs and Bill Gates, who
was an investor at Silver Lake.
McNamee saw the tech industry as
an experiment in creative and profitable
problem-solving. He grew unnerved by
its ethical failures only in 2012, when
Uber came to him for investment capi-
tal. He decided that Silicon Valley had
changed. “These guys all wanted to be
monopolists,” he said recently. “They all
want to be billionaires.”
McNamee was convinced that Face-
book was different. Then, in February,
2016, shortly after he retired from full-
time investing, he noticed posts in his
Facebook feed that purported to sup-
port Bernie Sanders but struck him as
fishy. That spring, the social-media-fu-
elled vitriol of the Brexit campaign
seemed like further proof that Face-
book was being exploited to sow divi-
sion among voters—and that company
executives had turned a blind eye. The
more McNamee listened to Silicon Val-
ley critics, the more alarmed he became:
he learned that Facebook allowed fa-
oger McNamee started his career in dollars in annual revenue and employ cial-recognition software to identify
R 1982, as a twenty-six-year-old ana-
lyst at the investment firm T. Rowe Price.
three hundred and seventy thousand peo-
ple. In the early two-thousands, McNa-
users without their consent, and let ad-
vertisers discriminate against viewers.
The personal-computer revolution was mee helped create a private-equity firm, (Real-estate companies, for example,
just beginning. He invested in Electronic Elevation Partners, which invested two could exclude people of certain races
Arts (now a leading video-game maker) hundred and ten million dollars in Face- from seeing their ads.)
and Sybase (a pioneering database firm), book in 2009 and 2010, two years before Ten days before the Presidential
among others, eventually running one it went public. election, McNamee sent an e-mail to
of the most successful funds in the in- If the founders of Big Tech were a Zuckerberg and Sandberg. “I am dis-
dustry. In 1991, he partnered with the family, McNamee might be its eccen- appointed. I am embarrassed. I am
venture-capital firm Kleiner Perkins, tric uncle. A longtime guitarist who still ashamed,” he wrote.
where he listened to pitches for Netscape plays some fifty shows a year, he has Recently, Facebook has done some things
and Amazon. He invested in those com- toured for more than two decades with that are truly horrible and I can no longer ex-
panies, too, and a few years later he co- an evolving cast of venture capitalists, cuse its behavior. . . . Facebook is enabling peo-
founded Silver Lake Partners. The busi- technologists, and career musicians such ple to do harm. It has the power to stop the
nesses in Silver Lake’s portfolio now as Pete Sears, of Jefferson Starship. On harm. What it currently lacks is an incentive
to do so.
produce two hundred and thirty billion tracks like the stoner anthem “It’s 4:20
Within hours, both Zuckerberg and
Roger McNamee has denounced Silicon Valley’s “authoritarian” privacy policies. Sandberg sent McNamee cordial re-
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plies, assuring him that they were al- vate data for profit. In February, 2019, “Why do you need my name?” he
ready working to address some of the McNamee published “Zucked: Wak- barked. The woman stuttered a reply,
issues he’d raised, and dispatched a Face- ing Up to the Facebook Catastrophe”— but McNamee cut her off. “Can we just
book executive, Dan Rose, to talk to part memoir, part manifesto. He then get a table?”
him. Rose told McNamee that Face- embarked on a book tour that has turned He turned to me with a smirk. “Pri-
book was a platform, not a publisher, into an ongoing public-shaming cam- vacy!” he stage-whispered.
and couldn’t control all user behavior. paign. He has taken his message to book- McNamee is not a kombucha kind
Since leaving the investment world, Mc- stores, breweries, high-school gymna- of Californian. He ordered a Diet Coke
Namee had been looking forward to siums, and college campuses. He esti- with his eggs and toast. As we ate, con-
being a full-time musician. But Rose’s mates that he’s made his pitch to more versation veered from the civil-rights
dismissiveness rattled him. “They were than three hundred audiences in the movement, which he says inspired his
my friends. I wanted to give them a past year. “I have a hippie value system,” tech activism, to the number of Grate-
chance to do the right thing. I wasn’t McNamee told me recently. “I’m always ful Dead shows he attended before Jerry
expecting them to go, ‘Oh, my God, going to speak truth to power.” Garcia died (two hundred). Describ-
stop everything,’ but I was expecting McNamee is not the first Silicon ing the arc of his career, McNamee at-
them to take it seriously,” he said. “It Valley insider to become a critic of the tributed his business success mainly to
was obvious they thought it was a P.R. tech industry, but he may be the most “dumb luck.” Talk turned to Bono,
problem, not a business problem, and strenuous. Kara Swisher, a co-founder whom he met through Sandberg in
they thought the P.R. problem was me.” of the tech-news site Recode and a 2001, and with whom he co-founded
McNamee hasn’t spoken to Sandberg New York Times columnist, recalled, Elevation Partners. “Bono said to me,
or Zuckerberg since. (Both declined to “Whenever I would say negative things more than once, ‘Your superpower is
comment for this article.) He now re- about Facebook, I’d always get a text you’re not motivated by money,’” Mc-
fers to Zuckerberg as an “authoritarian.” or a call from Roger.” Now, she contin- Namee told me. “That’s the only rea-
As Russian election interference be- ued, McNamee is “sort of shunned” in son I could do this.”
came increasingly apparent, McNamee the Valley. Last winter, Bill Gates told McNamee rattles off a frighteningly
published a series of op-eds—in the Forbes, “I think what Roger has said is long list of things that he believes have
Guardian, USA Today, Time, and else- completely unfair and kind of outra- been “Zucked”: “your vote,”“your rights,”
where—arguing that the social-media geous. They’re blaming Mark for ev- “your privacy,” “your life,” “everything.”
business model thrived on divisive rhet- erything.” Swisher thinks the Valley has So far, the public is less alarmed. A re-
oric: the more extreme the content, the been eager to portray McNamee as “off cent Pew Research Center poll found
more users shared it; the more the al- the rails.” As she sees it, “He’s a little that around half of Americans think
gorithms amplified it, the more ad rev- wacky, but he’s not crazy. The more they that the tech industry is having a pos-
enue was generated. McNamee also make fun of him, the more I’m, like, itive impact on society. (However, this
scheduled meetings with policymakers, He’s one-hundred-per-cent right.” view is on the decline: in 2015, seven in
investors, and Silicon Valley executives. Among some skeptics, however, the ten thought so.) Earlier this year, Goo-
He and Nancy Pelosi, now the Speaker profit McNamee has accrued from the gle and Amazon came in second and
of the House, had been introduced some technology that he now urges us to re- third in a survey of millennials’ favor-
twenty years earlier, by the Grateful nounce makes him difficult to trust. ite brands. In general, people are more
Dead drummer Mickey Hart, and Mc- One view of McNamee is that he has concerned about the behavior of banks
Namee set out to expand his network the gravitas of a man willing to admit and pharmaceutical companies, and
of Washington contacts. As lawmakers that he was wrong. (“Shame on me,” most Americans have yet to meaning-
prepared for hearings about Russian he told one interviewer.) Another is fully change their habits as tech con-
meddling, in the fall of 2017, McNamee that, having successfully ridden one sumers. McNamee’s message resonates
put together a curriculum for them, wave, he is trying to ride another. most with a few relatively insular groups
which he jokingly called “Internet Plat- of worried citizens: parents who mon-
forms 101.” Adam Schiff, a member of arlier this year, I met McNamee for itor screen time, socialists who decry
the House Intelligence Committee, had
been focussed on foreign manipulation
E breakfast in Baltimore, where he
was speaking to the staff of his former
West Coast inequality, academics who
study algorithmic bias.
of social media, but, in a meeting, Mc- employer T. Rowe Price. In 2011, the At this year’s Truth About Tech con-
Namee urged him to consider a broader company had invested a hundred and ference, held in April, at Georgetown
problem—how the platforms were sow- ninety million dollars in Facebook. “A University, I found McNamee slumped
ing discord among Americans. “Roger lot of people are mad at me,” McNa- in a chair clutching a Diet Coke. “This
was really ahead of the curve,” Schiff mee said, in a hotel on the waterfront. is my fourteenth city in fourteen days,”
said. “Time has borne out his warnings.” On his speaking circuit, he wears baggy he said. Jim Steyer—brother of Tom
McNamee’s zeal for diagnosing prob- suits, clunky black shoes, and round Steyer, the hedge-fund billionaire
lems soon evolved into a mission to de- glasses. Before his book tour, he trimmed turned environmentalist and Presiden-
vise a solution. He argued that piece- his shoulder-length curls. At the hotel’s tial candidate—arrived and embraced
meal regulation would never get to the restaurant, a hostess greeted us and po- McNamee. Steyer, who has a blond
root of the problem: mining users’ pri- litely asked for McNamee’s name. mane and a California vibe, heads the
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kids-and-tech advocacy group Com- presentation that McNamee and I re- includes blurbs from three of the Val-
mon Sense Media. (In one of its re- ceived to lawmakers and regulators, ley’s biggest names: Marc Benioff (a
cent P.S.A.s, featuring the Muppets, who, Lord said, were “clearly frustrated” co-C.E.O. of Salesforce), Bill Joy (a
Cookie Monster eats a smartphone.) by what they learned. co-founder of Sun Microsystems), and
“What Roger is doing is so inspiring!” All modern smartphones—includ- Vint Cerf (currently Google’s “chief In-
Steyer told me. ing iPhones—contain hardware that ternet evangelist,” who is often referred
After listening to a roster of high- monitors users’ activities and locations. to as the “father of the Internet”). Ri-
powered speakers—the Massachusetts But McNamee and many experts argue valries in Silicon Valley once revolved
senator Ed Markey, commissioners of that Androids are unique in the extent around technological prowess, consumer
the F.T.C. and the F.C.C., and the at- to which they collect and retain user allegiance, and profitability. Now com-
torney general of Washington, D.C.— information. Much of this data is col- petition is for moral superiority, a fight
McNamee descended to a basement lected even when a phone is off-line, that McNamee has found himself in
room where Peter Lord, a vice-presi- then uploaded to Google’s servers and the middle of.
dent at the software company Oracle, integrated into an archive that includes
which is worth nearly two hundred bil- your search, Gmail, and Google Docs cNamee sees his defection from
lion dollars, had the innards of an An-
droid phone splayed out on a table. Mc-
history. The Android platform finds in-
formation in your apps and your online
M Silicon Valley as nothing more
than a return to his roots—an identity
Namee told me, theatrically, “You can activity, and often makes this informa- that mixes camp and sincerity. When
stay, but this is off the record.” Lord re- tion available to third parties, like ad- I asked him to say more about his value
garded me sternly. (I later found most vertisers. A user agreement also gives system, he referred me to “Get To-
of what Lord discussed in a YouTube Google Assistant the right to record gether,” a nineteen-sixties Youngbloods
video of a talk he gave last year.) A tan- conversations that occur within earshot anthem. (“Come on people, now/ smile
gle of wires led from the disassembled of the device’s microphone. on your brother / Everybody get to-
Android to a laptop, where data from Using digital profiles to predict and gether, / try to love one another right
the phone’s sensors appeared, updating influence our behavior is at the heart of now.”) McNamee’s father, Daniel, was
each second. This amount of data, Lord Google’s and Facebook’s business mod- an investment banker and the presi-
explained, gesturing at the screen els. In “The Age of Surveillance Capi- dent of the Albany chapter of the Urban
clogged with numbers, was routinely talism,” published earlier this year, League, a civil-rights organization. His
collected on each of Google Android’s Shoshana Zuboff, an emerita professor mother, Barbara, was an active femi-
approximately two billion users. at Harvard Business School, warns of a nist in the sixties. At the age of twelve,
A technician picked up a small black “rogue mutation of capitalism,” in which McNamee became an anti-Vietnam
component and waved it in the air. The tech behemoths surveil humans, and War activist, volunteering for Eugene
numbers on the screen danced accord- eventually control them. McNamee McCarthy’s Presidential campaign; in
ingly: this was the phone’s baromet- speaks often about surveillance capital- high school, he backed George Mc-
ric-pressure sensor, sensitive to changes ism, and credits Zuboff with informing Govern. In protest of the Iraq War and
in elevation. Androids are commonly his views and with bringing academic other policies during the George W.
equipped with a gyroscope, an accelerom- clout to the cause of Silicon Valley re- Bush Administration, he refused to cut
eter, and a magnetic-field detector; their his hair. When President Obama was
sensors can calculate heart rate and inaugurated, he celebrated with a trip
count steps. This constant flow of in- to the barber.
formation allows your phone to track Travelling around the country,
whether you’re sleeping or awake; McNamee carries a guitar case and a
whether you’re driving, walking, jog- knapsack embroidered with the word
ging, or biking; whether you’re in the “Zucked.” (He handed out custom-
Starbucks on the ground floor or the made “Zucked” M&M’s during his tour
lawyer’s office on the tenth. Lord de- until they ran out.) He used to pack as
livered a TED-like slide presentation, many as seven devices while on the road;
which included creepy quotes from Eric formists. Like Zuboff, he uses phrases now he carries just one iPhone, clipped
Schmidt, the former Google chairman: such as “behavioral modification,” and to his belt. On his left wrist, he wears
“We can more or less guess what you’re he speaks of Google Street View and several leather bracelets: one for Black
thinking about.” the Stasi in the same breath. McNamee Lives Matter, another commemorating
For Oracle, the privacy wars have was alarmed by reports, in early No- the March for Our Lives. On most days,
provided an opportunity to stand up vember, of Google’s partnership with he dons a purple undershirt—“the color
for users’ interests while also advanc- Ascension, a nonprofit health system of inclusion,” he told me.
ing its own—in particular, by drama- that has access to millions of patient Silicon Valley companies have al-
tizing the vulnerabilities of its rivals. If profiles—a development that, he said, ways talked about building a better
Google is broken up, Oracle is better “should trouble everybody.” world. In “From Counterculture to Cy-
positioned to thrive. During the past It’s notable that the dust jacket of berculture” (2006), Fred Turner, a pro-
two years, Oracle has given the same McNamee’s book attacking Facebook fessor of communications at Stanford,
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tech reform. The Republican senators e-mail.” Companies would be allowed something in their relationship with us.
Marco Rubio (who sponsored a bill au- to collect data needed for their services, We say they have to monetize it in align-
thorizing the F.T.C. to devise data-pri- but nothing else: a wellness app could ment with our best interests.” Instead
vacy regulations) and Josh Hawley (who store your height or your weight but of a ban, Harris argues for extending
co-sponsored a bill with Senator Mar- not the location of your gym—and none the fiduciary duty of doctors, lawyers,
key to improve online privacy protec- of this information could be shared and other professions to include Inter-
tions for children) are among the most with Facebook. The idea, McNamee net companies, legally binding them to
outspoken advocates. But Adam Schiff, explained, is that you could log a work- act exclusively in accordance with their
now the chair of the House Intelligence out without then being bombarded by clients’ well-being.
Committee, speaking about his col- ads for nearby Zumba classes. He also proposes a tax on income
leagues across the aisle, told me, “I think As Tim Wu, a law professor at Co- derived from targeted digital ads, an ap-
their agenda is to change what they lumbia, has pointed out, few of the cur- proach endorsed by the economist and
think is unfavorable content.” In par- Nobel laureate Paul Romer. In theory,
ticular, he suspects that Republicans this would encourage tech companies
may be trying to crack down on the to adopt business models that rely less
supposed “pro-progressive” bias of social- on personal data, and the tax would be
media companies. (There is no evidence progressive, so as to favor smaller busi-
that such bias exists.) nesses. Harris likens the monetization
Several data-privacy bills circulating of user data to the extraction of fossil
in Congress draw inspiration from Cal- fuels: “These are the most profitable
ifornia’s Consumer Privacy Act, which business models but also the most pol-
goes into effect on January 1st, and from luting.” Alongside a tax on polluters, he
Europe’s recently enacted General Data rent proposed policies would have any proposes subsidizing alternatives—plat-
Protection Regulation. Such laws ex- effect on whether a company can col- forms that have made commitments not
pand consumers’ control over their data lect private data, only on how it can be to stoke outrage.
and give them new legal tools for hold- used. Under McNamee’s plan, most of Tech reformists like McNamee are
ing companies accountable. Many pri- Google’s and Facebook’s revenues would generally focussed on the biggest actors.
vacy advocates, including McNamee, disappear overnight, since nearly ninety But Ben Thompson, a former Microsoft
argue that they are critically flawed. per cent of both companies’ money and Apple employee who now runs the
Under G.D.P.R. rules, companies must comes from ads. (Tech companies that tech-industry analysis site Stratechery,
ask users to opt in before their data can don’t depend on targeted-ad revenue criticized Apple’s new Tracking Preven-
be processed by third parties—but, as would remain relatively unaffected.) As tion Policy (a stricter version of its pre-
soon as consumers consent, it’s more or with the effect of prohibition on the vious anti-tracking regime), which he
less back to business as usual. And the booze industry, this would entail a rad- sees as a P.R. move that will dispropor-
rules are relatively loose when it comes ical reënvisioning of the playing field. tionately burden smaller companies like
to metadata. Even if the contents of a his own. Meanwhile, he noted, Apple
phone call are protected, the time of the ven some critics of Silicon Valley has failed to disclose its more egregious
call or the parties involved might not
be. This is more revealing than it seems:
E find this blueprint of tech reform
too extreme. Cindy Cohn, the executive
privacy violations; in July, the Guardian
revealed that contractors had listened to
as a memo by the Electronic Frontier director of the Electronic Frontier Foun- some Siri recordings without user con-
Foundation notes, a tech giant that dation, which has been advocating for a sent, as part of quality-control protocol.
doesn’t know your name might still strict national privacy law for decades, “A fundamentalist attitude that declares
“know you called a gynecologist, spoke said, “I’m not opposed to it in principle, privacy more important than anything,”
for a half hour, and then called the local but I think that there are a lot of prac- Thompson wrote, is akin to a “rebellious
abortion clinic’s number later that day.” tical problems.” She notes there would youth fleeing religion.”
McNamee believes that antitrust be valid legal defenses against a ban on As fears about privacy invasions and
action will be effective only after com- third-party commerce, along with trade- electoral intrusions mount, tech com-
prehensive privacy reforms are en- offs to consider—like limiting advances panies are tempting scapegoats. But the
acted—otherwise, it will simply create in A.I., which, for now, relies on vast data algorithms they use may not be as
smaller companies that behave in the sets to train machine-learning programs. powerful as we think. Antonio García
same ways that the big ones do now. “I There are other proposals that might Martínez, a tech columnist and former
want to prevent the data from getting redefine online privacy norms without product manager at Facebook, argues
into the system in the first place,” he wholly reinventing them. Tristan Har- that the media has exaggerated the im-
told me. The reform that would really ris, a former Google ethicist and the ex- pact of targeted political ads. Before
have teeth, he says, is one that would ecutive director of the Center for Hu- Cambridge Analytica, he told me, every
“ban all third-party commerce in pri- mane Technology, said that most people tech journalist “had to write the Face-
vate information—financial informa- “would never say a doctor or lawyer book privacy piece, like, once a year at
tion, location information, health in- shouldn’t have access to information least. Now it’s one a week.” A recent
formation, browser history, scanning of about us, or that they can’t monetize study of targeted advertising, published
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in Marketing Science, analyzed fourteen than using data collection to determine often entails striking out at competi-
data brokers and found that they cor- whom to sell microwaves to. McNamee tors. Oracle’s alarming—or, to some,
rectly surmised the gender of targeted wonders if Soros’s perspective would be alarmist—messaging about Android’s
consumers only forty-two per cent of different if he’d worked in tech. “George data collection is just one example.
the time; they would have been better thinks the enemy is China,” Balsillie Microsoft often portrays itself as the
off flipping a coin. Another group of said. “We’ve seen the enemy, and the wise elder among younger competitors.
researchers concluded that targeted ads enemy is us.” The company has already been through
net only four per cent more revenue One of Balsillie’s primary targets is antitrust proceedings, and, because it
than random ads do. Contrary to con- Sidewalk Labs, a subsidiary of Alpha- doesn’t depend on targeted-ad revenue,
ventional wisdom in Silicon Valley, com- bet (Google’s parent company), which it is relatively unthreatened by limits on
panies don’t need to target consumers has proposed building a community data collection. At an event in Septem-
to make money. (This is the premise of “from the Internet up” on Toronto’s wa- ber, Brad Smith, the president of Mi-
DuckDuckGo, which serves up ads terfront. Conceptual plans for the proj- crosoft, said, “I think the first aspect of
based on keyword searches, rather than ect include “building raincoats” that democratizing data is recognizing that
on user profiles.) It also implies that spring out like giant canopies over urban it belongs to individuals.” In January,
McNamee’s dire warnings about behav- plazas, and a tunnel system for trash Twitter users stumbled on Microsoft’s
ioral manipulation may not be entirely collection by robots. But the backbone Project Bali, a beta-stage initiative to
sound. McNamee’s oft-repeated claim of the twelve-acre development is a create a “data bank” that would allow
is that surveillance capitalism under- network of sensors and other data-col- users “to visualize, manage, control, share
mines democracy by manipulating users’ lection infrastructure. According to a and monetize” their data. (The Project
habits and choices, but his rhetoric effec- leaked internal Sidewalk Labs docu- Bali Web site has since been removed.)
tively cedes agency to tech companies: ment, “the majority of the negative press McNamee hopes to exploit companies’
we’re helpless unless Silicon Valley agrees coverage is rooted in an anti-global rivalries for the public interest. Silicon
to change its ways. tech giant narrative being spun by . . . Valley, he argues, is in “the trust busi-
Jim Balsillie.” ness—if you lose the trust of the peo-
n a Monday morning in April, In this shifting terrain, tech compa- ple who use the product, you are done.
O McNamee arrived in Toronto for
a brief Canadian stop on the “Zucked”
nies are jockeying for position, which You never get it back.” And, though he
insists that his own career as an investor happens on your iPhone, stays on your devices had been compromised. This
is over, he believes that regulatory inter- iPhone”; in July, an Apple ad above the was never the case.”
vention paired with consumer demand Sidewalk Labs headquarters in Toronto The tech-reform movement can be
could help create “the next big thing”— read “We’re in the business of staying hard to take seriously when some of the
an opening not only for the ethically out of yours.” most prominent activists are also some
minded but also for the profit-seeking. And yet there’s no question that, by of the most prominent tech-company
Apple may be best situated to seize putting computers in our pockets, Apple shareholders. McNamee’s insistence that
this opportunity. In the talks and meet- ushered in the surveillance age. Research- Facebook and Google engage in “mali-
ings I attended, McNamee touted Ap- ers have found that iPhones send a steady cious behavioral modification” runs the
ple’s pro-privacy stance nearly as often stream of personal data to third parties, risk of sounding like conspiracy-speak.
as he dramatized Google’s trespasses, much as Android phones do. The com- And his proposed ban on third-party
exhorting his audiences to use Apple pany is also a pioneer in Bluetooth bea- data commerce could result in excessive
products. The amiable breakfast with cons, tiny devices used by retailers which pressure applied in the wrong place.
Jim Balsillie turned briefly awkward glean data from phones as people move While we waited for our food to
when McNamee insisted that Balsillie about in public spaces. Apple’s use of arrive, I asked McNamee and Balsillie
stop using his BlackBerry, which runs Chinese subcontractors has led to spec- whether they were the best candidates
on Android, and buy an iPhone. “You ulation that the company’s products are for bringing about meaningful change
need to get off it,” McNamee snapped. at risk of being compromised by the in Silicon Valley. “Excuse me?” Mc-
“Like, today.” Chinese government—a prospect that Namee said, spreading his arms and
I asked McNamee whether anyone flies in the face of Apple’s reputation leaning toward me across the table.
had ever accused him of being a shill for being virtually unhackable. In Au- “Who better to criticize than the peo-
for Apple. “These are facts! A shill is gust, Google researchers exposed a large- ple who participated in it?” He went
somebody who spins things that aren’t scale iPhone breach that, according to on, “My attitude is: have at it, dude.
there,” he said. “Not everything at Apple anonymous sources who spoke with the When a better messenger shows up,
is perfect. But on the privacy thing Tim Web site Tech Crunch, was initiated by I’m going to be in the front of the line
Cook is really walking the walk.” As is the Chinese government in order to cheering them on.”
the case with Microsoft, Apple’s busi- surveil Uighurs. Google’s blog post about Balsillie told me that Silicon Valley
ness model doesn’t rely heavily on mon- the incident, which failed to mention stalwarts often discount Shoshana Zu-
etizing data, which makes it easier for that Android phones had also been boff and other scholars as “academic
the company to promote itself as pri- affected, described “mass exploitation” eggheads”: “When someone like Roger
vacy-friendly. In January, outside the of iPhones. In a tersely worded response, or me says, ‘Here’s how we share this
Consumer Electronics Show in Las Apple criticized Google for “stoking issue,’ it allows those people to be bet-
Vegas, a billboard announced “What fear among all iPhone users that their ter heard. They can say, ‘We’re not rag-
ing socialists, because, look, there’s a
capitalist over there.’” Zuboff, who was
one of Balsillie’s professors at Harvard,
seems to welcome the defectors. “Folks
like Roger and Jim now see the ele-
phant,” she said in an e-mail. “It’s im-
portant to see former tech insiders add-
ing their stories to this tectonic shift.
We need more of them.”
PROFILES
hen Beck was a child, his He held an Oscar the Grouch pup- where he had chopped up vinyl rec-
Although critics favor Beck’s darker work, he finds joyful songs harder to write: “How do you make something levitate?”
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playfulness and humor. Beck’s music reached No. 10 on the Billboard charts, seventies, shortly after joining the
operates in a similar way. It forces a sounded like a refracted, postmodern Church of Scientology.
person to consider that, sometimes, version of Bob Dylan’s “Subterranean In February, Beck filed for divorce
two things are true at the same time. Homesick Blues.” Beck had the same from the actress Marissa Ribisi, whom
The world is grim and hilarious; the scavenging instinct as Dylan, but he he married in 2004. They have two
future is bright and unthinkable; you was mining from several more de- children. He described the experience
are sad, but you are dancing; you are cades; besides blues, country, gospel, as heartbreaking. Ribisi’s family is also
home, but it is not the same. and folk, he incorporated elements of active in the Church of Scientology,
Critics tend to take Beck’s darker, hip-hop, disco, punk, and electronic and the question of Beck’s religious
singer-songwriter records more seri- music. It’s odd to think that Beck’s affiliation has preoccupied the music
ously, but he has found that capturing first few albums preceded the rise of press for years; it is cited in nearly every
true joy is often more difficult. “Wow,” file sharing, because they so adroitly article written about him. “I’ve so de-
a song from his thirteenth album, “Col- voted myself to music that it’s kind of
ors,” is built around a howling synthe- my main thing, and religion hasn’t been
sizer melody that recalls the Italian a central part of my life,” he told me.
composer Ennio Morricone. “Wow!” “There’s a misconception that I’m a
Beck sings, dragging out the word. “It’s, Scientologist. There was a period of
like, right now.” The production is op- time, maybe in the early two-thousands,
ulent; the sentiment is dopey. During where my family recommended I get
the first chorus, Beck utters the phrase some counselling. But, beyond that, it
“Oh, wow!” He sounds so genuinely hasn’t been something I’ve actively
dazzled that I regularly find myself pursued.”
thinking of this when I need to be re- reflect the thrill and terror of having Though Beck and Ribisi’s marriage
minded of pleasure. “It’s like how peo- everything all at once. He is still the is ending, “Hyperspace” doesn’t resem-
ple talk about comedy being harder to musical figure who best anticipated ble “Sea Change,” which he wrote in
pull off than drama,” he told me. “How and reflects the reigning aesthetic of the wake of another arduous breakup.
do you make something levitate?” our time: abundance. Some of its best songs are buoyant, al-
Beck is five feet eight, slender, and most ecstatic. “It’s not really a work of
eck has spent twenty-six years handsome, with delicate features. His it,” he said of the record’s relationship
B making music that is complex in
form but scrappy in spirit. His work
eyes are a soft turquoise, and have a
deep, searching quality. In conversa-
to his personal life. In general, he is less
likely these days to pull material from
is as likely to be featured in the cred- tion, he is funny, kind, and curious. He his own experience. “When I try to
its of “The Lego Movie 2” (“Super was born on July 8, 1970, as Bek David shoehorn my life into a song, it gets re-
Cool,” a collaboration with the pop Campbell. He and his brother later ally ham-fisted,” he said.
star Robyn and the comedy trio the took their mother’s maiden name, Han- Beck’s mother, Bibbe Hansen, is a
Lonely Island) as it is to appear on an sen, and Beck added the “c” to his first performance artist and an actress. Her
album of songs inspired by the Al- name, with the hope that it might help father, Al Hansen, was a prominent
fonso Cuarón film “Roma” (“Taran- people pronounce it properly. “I still member of Fluxus, a community of in-
tula,” an echoing and apprehensive got Brock, Breck, Beak,” he said. “I re- terdisciplinary artists interested in the
electro-dirge). Though his earliest al- member leaving a meeting with some sublimity of the creative process. In 1945,
bums are often described as dilapi- record executives, and one said, ‘Very Hansen joined the military as a para-
dated assemblages, he has precise ideas nice to meet you, Bic.’” trooper; the next year, while stationed
about craft and structure. At times, he His father, David Campbell, is a in Germany, he pushed a piano off the
has leaned more deeply into funk and Los Angeles-based arranger and com- roof of a building. The piano drop is
R. & B., refining his falsetto and doing poser, who started his career playing sometimes referred to as one of the first
the splits onstage. “I want to defy /The viola on Carole King’s “Tapestry” and “happenings”—fleeting, multimedia art
logic of all sex laws,” he sang on the has since worked for the Rolling Stones, performances enacted outside of any
single “Sexx Laws.” (The line was in- Garth Brooks, Metallica, and Adele. institutional context.
spired by a verse in “Don’t U Know,” He has also arranged the orchestral “My grandpa was a third-genera-
an Ol’ Dirty Bastard song.) Like the parts on most of Beck’s records. As a tion New Yorker, and tough as shit,”
R. & B. singer Ginuwine, Beck has kid, Beck wasn’t entirely aware of what Beck said. “Once, when I was rough-
an uncanny knack for writing lyrics his father did. “He never talked about housing with my best friend, we
that totter between farcical and titil- it,” he said. “Ten or fifteen years ago, I knocked into one of his really big, im-
lating. “I’ll feed you fruit that don’t bought a CD of ‘Tapestry,’ and I was portant collages. It was a kite-shaped
exist,” he sang on “Nicotine & Gravy.” reading the credits and saw that my piece, done on wood, and the bottom
There were hints of Beck’s scope dad was on there. So I was, like, ‘ “Tap- broke off on my friend’s toe.” His
and ambition on “Mellow Gold,” his estry,” huh?’ It was just another session grandfather might have enjoyed that,
first album for a major label, released to him.” Campbell was born in To- I told him. “He probably would have,”
in 1994. The single “Loser,” which ronto but moved to L.A. in the early Beck said. “He was a barroom brawler.
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He was like nineteen-seventies Jack are actual pictures of her eating a ham- when they were young. “Kids were kind
Nicholson, with a little Bukowski, and burger next to Warhol.” He laughed. of invisible when we were growing up,”
some Lou Reed from that interview “You can see how hungry she is. She’s Beck said. “I pretty much had free rein
in ’74 where he has the blond hair.” just, like, ‘I haven’t eaten in three days.’ to do whatever I wanted from a really
Al Hansen often made collages from If I had seen this when I was a teen- young age.” Bibbe and David divorced
found detritus, including cigarette butts, ager, I probably would have died.” when Beck was in his early teens.
centerfolds, and candy wrappers. (His Mostly, he lived with his mother and
papers contain a letter from Philip ne evening, Beck took me for a brother in rooming houses or studio
Morris, in which the company agrees
to “put 3000 Marlboro Cigarettes at
O drive around central Los Ange-
les, where he was born and raised. “It’s
apartments. “We had nontraditional
parents,” Channing Hansen, who is
your disposal to support your artistic not a definitive neighborhood, like now a visual artist in L.A., told me.
work.”) In 1998, the Santa Monica Mu- Hollywood or Silver Lake or Santa “We didn’t have parents with nine-to-
seum of Art hosted an exhibition ti- Monica. It’s sort of an in-between, for- five jobs, or a white picket fence.”
tled “Beck and Al Hansen: Playing gotten area,” he explained, steering a Westlake’s streets used to be lined
with Matches.” The show’s curators silver Mercedes through traffic. “Some with stately Victorian houses, but
found an easy line from Al Hansen’s people call it Pico-Union, other peo- eventually, as Robert Jones wrote in
aesthetic—the juxtaposition of odd- ple call it Westlake. I grew up with ev- the L.A. Times, in 1997, “the white
ball bits, resulting in a provocative and eryone going, ‘Ugh, L.A.—so cheesy.’ gentry fled to Encino and Westwood,
unexpected whole—to Beck’s music. My reality of L.A. was quite different leaving their ghost buildings behind
Beck, the keyboardist Roger Manning, from ‘Baywatch,’” he said. “‘There’s a them.” Beginning in the late nineteen-
and the bassist Justin Meldal-Johnsen beach? What is this beach that they seventies, there was an influx of drug
performed at the exhibit’s opening, speak of ?’ ” He has recently taken to dealers and gang members, including
débuting a one-off piece called “New listening to KROQ-HD2—which some fleeing the civil war in El Sal-
Age Evisceration, (Part 1).” Beck in- plays mostly New Wave and punk from vador. Beck was nine years old when
troduced it to the crowd by saying, the eighties—while cruising around the L.A.P.D. began its Community
“This will be the longest twenty min- town. “It’s sort of a time portal,” he Resources Against Street Hoodlums
utes of your life.” Toward the end of said. “It’s like opening a secret door. program, a notoriously savage unit
the performance, he attempted to cut They even have the original d.j.s from that was shut down in 2000, after
his synthesizer in half with a chainsaw. when I was a kid.” officers were alleged to have been in-
It was, by any measure, a “happening.” His parents got engaged at a diner volved in gang activity, murders, rob-
Hansen married the poet Audrey downtown that is now a MetroPCS beries, evidence planting, and brutal-
Ostlin, and in 1952 they had Bibbe. store. They had Beck and Channing ity. Cops would occasionally burst into
Ostlin died suddenly, in Greenwich
Village, in 1968. When Bibbe was a
teen-ager, Al introduced her to Andy
Warhol. She appeared in several of
Warhol’s films and two of his “Screen
Tests”—the black-and-white portraits
that Warhol made in the mid-sixties,
in which his subjects sat still in front
of a camera for a few minutes. “When
I was about fourteen, I discovered the
Velvet Underground,” Beck said. “I re-
member her making a comment like
‘You like that? I used to know those
people.’ She started telling this story
about how her friend was Warhol’s as-
sistant. He was the guy who used to
crack the bullwhip onstage with the
band, and she was one of the dancers.”
On his phone, Beck showed me a
few photographs of his mother and the
model Edie Sedgwick, one of Warhol’s
muses. He kept scrolling, stopping on
a picture of Bibbe cramming a ham-
burger into her mouth while Warhol,
wearing a dark blazer and sunglasses,
coolly flips through a book. Beck be-
held it with genuine disbelief: “There
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And ease into that chair. With that glass. Filled n 1994, Thurston Moore, of Sonic
Again. Not yet paid for. All resting I Youth, hosted an episode of MTV’s
“120 Minutes,” with Beck as his guest.
On an infinitesimal wire you have never seen. The show, which aired on Mondays
Their wire. Their there. You here. Not there. between 1 and 3 A.M., generally fea-
tured videos too obscure or perverse to
be broadcast at any other time. The in-
—Sophie Cabot Black terview is less than four minutes, not
counting commercial breaks, but it en-
capsulates the cynicism and theatrical
a cover of Skip James’s “Jesus Is a around carrying books. “It looked cool. apathy of alternative culture in the nine-
Mighty Good Leader,” one of a hand- It felt safe.” He sneaked into a few teen-nineties. I love watching it. Nei-
ful of songs that James, the spookiest classes and eventually befriended the ther man raises his voice—to express
of the Delta-blues legends, recorded writer Austin Straus, who was teach- agitation would have required admit-
in 1931. Beck said, “A friend of one ing a literature course, and his wife, the ting to some level of engagement in
of my mother’s friends was a guitar poet Wanda Coleman. “I showed him the conversation—yet a vague con-
player and a huge collector of 78-r.p.m. some of my writing. He let me come tempt for the scenario they’ve found
records. I was just a kid, but he would to his classes,” Beck said. “The next themselves in is palpable.
let me come over and bring a blank year, I got a fake I.D., because you had Moore asks Beck, who was then
cassette and record his 78s.” With the to be eighteen to go there, and I was twenty-three, what it was like to have
man’s help, Beck began learning how maybe fifteen or sixteen. I enrolled, and “Loser” become a smash hit. “It’s like
to play blues songs by Mississippi John I was in heaven.” surfing in some oil spillage,” Beck says.
Hurt and Fred McDowell on guitar. Eventually, he again grew frustrated “Yeah, it is like that,” Moore replies.
“It was pretty obvious that he had mu- by his prospects in Los Angeles. “I Beck pulls out a small device and starts
sical chops,” Channing said. “When felt I just sort of slipped through the playing what sounds like a melted cas-
he was eleven or twelve, he was record- cracks of the system,” he said. When sette. “That’s it, man,” Moore says. After
ing professional-sounding music on a he turned eighteen, he saw a Grey- returning from a break, Moore asks
four-track.” hound commercial advertising a cheap Beck what his real name is. Beck re-
In 1986, when Beck was fifteen, the fare to anywhere in the United States. moves his shoe and chucks it at the
Central Library caught fire. “Probably It took him three days to get to New wall. “All right,” Moore says.
the saddest day of my childhood was York by bus. He had a flat-top Gib- It was perhaps not wrong to be un-
watching the downtown library burn son—“a Woody Guthrie kind of gui- serious about MTV. A year before he
down,” he said. “That was the moment tar”—and about two hundred dollars. was a guest on “120 Minutes,” Beck
I thought, I have to leave L.A.—I have He slept in dorm rooms and on friends’ recorded a throaty, jagged folk song ti-
nothing here. It was the only place that couches. He took I.D. photos at a pho- tled “MTV Makes Me Want to Smoke
I could go. I didn’t even have money tomat and worked as an usher at a Crack.” “MTV makes me wanna smoke
to go to a coffee shop. I was supposed theatre, and he started playing acous- crack / Fall out of a window and never
to be in school.” tic songs at clubs downtown. The city come back,” he sang. Nowadays, it is
One afternoon, he was riding the was then nurturing a so-called anti- expected that a celebrity will express
bus up Vermont Avenue when he passed folk scene, which sought to disman- only boundless gratitude for his posi-
Los Angeles City College. “I didn’t even tle some of the piousness and sancti- tion. But, for the middle-class subur-
know what a community college was,” mony of the folk revival. He tried to ban teen-agers watching MTV in 1994,
he said. But he saw people walking rent a small studio apartment, but the not giving a shit about anything (or at
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least pretending not to give a shit about thought most song lyrics were really One of Beck’s engineers, David
anything) was cool. I’ll cop to some throwaway and generic. I wanted to try Greenbaum, had brought a heap of hard
nostalgia for the vibe. and populate my lyrics with really alive, drives. Greenbaum estimated that they
For Beck, though, this was not so original, surprising language. Journalists contained hundreds of hours of unre-
much affect as reality. The chorus of would be, like, ‘Well, you know, your lyr- leased material. “It’s kind of endless,”
“Loser”—“I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t ics don’t really mean anything. You’re Beck said. He and Greenbaum cued up
you kill me?”—seemed slyly defeatist, a just playing with a bunch of random some mixes: alternate tracks from “Hy-
rallying cry for the slacker Zeitgeist, and words you’ve thrown together.’ And I’d perspace,” even more songs inspired by
it briefly turned Beck into a Gen X be, like, Ah, man. I used to torture my- “Roma,” old demos, a series of heavy, spi-
pinup. But the characterization was fun- self over those words. You know, how ralling, Kraftwerk-esque songs for an un-
damentally off. Beck had a different van- do I fit this image that I have in my finished record that he had thought of
tage—coming of age as a güero in a mind into one line? How do I evoke this titling “Rococo.”The breadth of the ma-
largely Latino, low-income neighbor- whole world in five words?” terial was dizzying. His vocal range alone
hood, in the recesses of a corrupt and is difficult to pin down: a falsetto, a
violent city—compared with that of ne afternoon, Beck invited me to clipped rap. One deep, clear, ringing note.
most of his peers. Even “Loser” begins
with disconnection: “In the time of
O the Capitol Records Building, in
Hollywood, a white, thirteen-story
“There’s nobody like him,” Green-
baum told me later. “No one else goes
chimpanzees, I was a monkey,” he spits. circular tower designed to look like re- to the lengths that he does.” He de-
Beck’s early lyrics were seen as a ran- cords piled on a turntable spindle. We scribed Beck’s process in the studio as
dom, ironic reflection of the MTV aes- met in Studio B. “Most of the strings exhaustive. “He’ll try a gazillion differ-
thetic—the jump cuts, the onslaught of for my records were done in here,” he ent versions and approaches, just to see
arbitrary images. In truth, he fretted over said, gesturing around the room. He if he can beat what he’s already got. I
them, as a poet might fuss with a line. tends to edit the orchestral parts of his find it admirable that, no matter how
“At the time, I thought that I just hadn’t songs spontaneously. “It’s a lot of sim- far down the road he goes, if he’s not
done it well enough,” he said. “That I plifying,” he said. “‘Oh, that chord’s too making it better, he will happily return
had failed. People used to call me this thick. That melody sounds like a bad to the original idea in its original state.”
pop-culture junk surfer. I liked vision- soundtrack.’ ” He finds working with Campbell, Beck’s father, said that
ary language that had a lot of really con- his father to be simple and enjoyable. sometimes a piece will transform en-
densed imagery, where words could spark “There’s no ceremony to it at all,” he said. tirely between the recording of the string
these almost gemlike refractions. I “It’s ‘Hey, can you do this?’ ‘Yeah, O.K.’” arrangements and the release of the
song. “The things I worked on will be
in there, but in a new way,” he said. “It’s
always, ‘Wow! This is a whole differ-
ent song.’ It’s so refreshing.”
As a teen-ager, Beck loved film, es-
pecially the humor and audacity of the
European auteurs: “Fellini, Godard,
Truffaut, Antonioni, Buñuel,” he said.
“ ‘Odelay’ is me trying to Fellini the
neighborhood where I grew up.” His
favorite directors incubate an almost
hallucinogenic feeling, twisting the mun-
dane parts of an ordinary day into what
Beck described as a series of “wild, vi-
sionary, poetic moments.”
“I didn’t understand those films at all,”
he said. “I’d be, like, ‘What is happening?’
But, at the same time, I knew something
really incredible was happening.”
Beck’s music is typically classified
as pop—in the past decade, especially,
he has drifted more toward the sorts
of hulking anthems that are discern-
ible over the din of the beer tent at
giant outdoor festivals—but it can just
as easily be slotted into the avant-garde
canon, alongside work by other artists
who stack distinct images in chimeri-
“It’ll never be ready in time.” cal ways. When I texted him a short
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ANNALS OF JUSTICE
THE INTERVIEW
A group of volunteers is helping incarcerated people negotiate a parole system that is all but broken.
BY JENNIFER GONNERMAN
arlier this year, the Parole Prepa- The official mission of New York’s pa- “life” on the back, like twenty years to
Richard Lloyd Dennis at Auburn Correctional Facility, a maximum-security prison. He was convicted of murder in 1972.
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a twenty-four-year-old manager at a soft- was Dennis. All the formerly incarcer- state workers. Afterward, an official state
ware company. Lewin assigned the group ated men whom Lee had heard share investigation into the uprising revealed
to work with a sixty-six-year-old man their stories at Parole Prep meetings had that the way the parole board operated
incarcerated at Auburn, a maximum- been powerful public speakers. But Den- had been “a primary source of tension
security prison in Cayuga County, two nis rarely smiled, and he had a stutter. and bitterness” inside Attica. “The de-
hundred and fifty miles from Brooklyn, When the volunteers tried to broach the cisions of the parole board are fraught
where they all lived. subject of his crime with him, he stopped with the appearance of arbitrariness,”
His name was Richard Lloyd Den- talking altogether. Two hours into their the report stated. “Even when parole is
nis, and he had been in prison for for- interview, he said, “O.K., now you leave.” granted, inmates must often wait in prison
ty-six years. The volunteers knew little On the ride back to New York City, the for months while searching for jobs and
more than that he had been convicted volunteers were caught in a blizzard. The places to live. This is done through the
in 1972 of killing a police officer in nerve-racking weather matched the mail, and they are given little assistance.”
Brownsville, Brooklyn. He was twenty mood in the car. Lee, in particular, was Many of the incarcerated men also be-
when he committed the crime. At the worried about the task they had taken lieved that the board was racially biased.
time, anyone convicted of killing a po- on. “I just remember being, like, Oh, this Most of its members were white men;
lice officer in New York State faced the is going to be really hard,” she said. none was younger than fifty-nine.
possibility of the death penalty, but he After the rebellion, a disparate group
was sentenced to twenty-five years to oday, New York’s parole board re- of prominent New Yorkers formed the
life. The parole board had turned him
down eleven times.
T ceives almost no scrutiny, but in
the early seventies its operations drew
Citizens’ Inquiry on Parole and Criminal
Justice. Ramsey Clark, who had served
Lee, White, and Button travelled to enormous attention. In September, 1971, as Attorney General under President
Auburn for the first time in December men incarcerated at Attica seized con- Lyndon B. Johnson, chaired the inquiry;
of 2017. Waiting in the prison visiting trol of parts of the prison, sparking a re- the committee members included the
room, they noticed a short, balding man bellion that lasted four days. By the end playwright Arthur Miller, the civil-rights
walking toward them. He looked, as Lee of it, forty-three people were dead— leader Bayard Rustin, the psychologist
put it, like somebody’s grandfather. It thirty-two incarcerated men and eleven and educator Kenneth B. Clark, and the
labor leader Moe Foner. In 1975, they
published a two-hundred-page report,
declaring that New York’s parole system
had “failed dramatically” and was “beyond
reform.” The board’s decision-making
process, which was “based on an assess-
ment of an inmate’s rehabilitation,” rested
on “faulty theory,” the report said. “Since
the theory of rehabilitation includes
vague and subjective notions of moral
character and future conduct, there is no
way that the parole board can measure
the degree of an inmate’s rehabilitation.”
As a result, the board’s decisions about
how long to keep someone in prison
were “irrational and cruel.” The group
shared a version of the report with pa-
role officials before publication, but they
received no response. David Rudenstine,
who directed the inquiry, wrote in the
final report, “It is regrettable that the
primary loyalty of public officials respon-
sible for an important social system such
as parole seems to be the maintenance
of things as they are.”
In the decades that followed, allega-
tions of racism in the parole system con-
tinued to circulate. In 2016, three report-
ers at the Times examined thousands of
decisions made by New York’s parole
board and found that black men were
“at a marked disadvantage.” Michelle
“Well, then, maybe don’t name your Wi-Fi TheRealBigFoot.” Lewin, in the years since she started
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working with incarcerated people seek- interviews to figure out what had gone Carroll recalled that, as word of the
ing parole, has come to many of the same wrong. Pascal had a heavy accent, and, project spread throughout the state’s pris-
conclusions that the Citizens’ Inquiry in Lewin’s view, the parole board “just ons, “letters just started coming.” Soon
did, forty-four years ago. As she put it didn’t give a shit about him.” He seemed they were overwhelmed with requests
in a 2017 law-review article that she co- to appreciate the women’s efforts on his from incarcerated men. In 2016, Lewin
wrote, “The Board’s practices exemplify behalf, and on one visit he left them a graduated from law school and began
nationwide criminal justice policies that gift of two crocheted string bikinis to running Parole Prep full time, working
are rooted in retribution and racism and pick up on their way out. (The next time out of a café in Brooklyn.The organization
result in extreme punishment.” Lewin sent him a letter, she told him, now has two desks at a shared workspace
Lewin grew up in Atlanta. Her pa- “Socks would’ve been nicer,” but, she in Manhattan’s Chinatown. The second
ternal grandparents were Holocaust sur- says, “it was harmless.”) The parole board desk belongs to Anthony Dixon, who
vivors, and she attended a Jewish day left prison three years ago and some-
school. She told me that she did not times wears a suit to work. Parole Prep
have any non-Jewish friends until she often collaborates with the RAPP Cam-
was fifteen, after she started attending paign—short for Release Aging People
a private, progressive high school. As a in Prison—which pushes for parole re-
sophomore at Sarah Lawrence College, form and has three desks nearby. A bul-
she enrolled in a class called The Penal letin board above Lewin’s desk is cov-
State, and the professor took a group of ered with photographs of middle-aged
students to Sing Sing. “I remember just and elderly men (and one woman). She
the towering cells, stacked on top of each explained that they were people with
other, floor after floor after floor,” she turned Pascal down at his next hearing, whom she had worked in the past five
told me. “It was horrifying.” After col- but the women continued to work with years and who had died either in prison
lege, she worked for a victims’-services him, and he was later released. or shortly after they were released.
group; she had a desk at a police precinct Otisville had a very active Lifers & One afternoon this past spring, over
in Coney Island and accompanied offi- Long Termers Organization. While lunch at a soup-dumpling restaurant
cers when they visited domestic-violence Lewin and Carroll were working on near the office, Lewin reflected on Pa-
victims. She later worked as a court ad- Pascal’s case, they began hearing from role Prep’s evolution. When the project
vocate at the Hall of Justice in the Bronx, the group’s leaders, who told them sto- started, she said, she thought that the
trying to persuade judges not to imprison ries about men who had been repeat- work was going to be “very technical.”
people accused of low-level felonies. edly denied parole. When the women The first training sessions focussed on
In the fall of 2013, she enrolled at called lawyers who worked on prison how to assemble a packet for the parole
CUNY School of Law, and soon after- issues to get advice about how to help board, containing an advocacy letter and
ward she attended a meeting of the Na- the men, they realized that the lawyers’ letters from relatives. “It was very legal-
tional Lawyers Guild’s Mass Incarcer- knowledge was, as Lewin put it, “really istic,” Lewin said of the approach, “but
ation Committee, in Harlem. One of minimal.” “They really didn’t have a it was not related actually at all to the
the other attendees, Scott Paltrowitz, a sense of how to actually prepare some- work we were doing, somehow.” That
Harvard Law graduate who worked for one for the board,” she said. “Most of work was building relationships, trying
a prison-reform organization, had re- their clients were not getting out.” to befriend someone who had been im-
cently visited Otisville Correctional Fa- In the spring of 2014, the two women prisoned for decades, helping him to
cility, in Orange County, New York, decided to expand their efforts, recruit- speak honestly about his crime. Parole
where he had met members of its Lif- ing volunteers and calling themselves Prep has attracted many volunteers with
ers & Long Termers Organization. Pal- the Parole Preparation Project. That degrees from colleges such as Brown and
trowitz informed Lewin and the other June, at their first training session, some Yale. “They come in with a lot of ideas
meeting attendees that there was a man thirty people showed up, most of them about their politics,” Lewin told me, “but
at Otisville named Roberto Pascal, who law students. “I don’t even think they don’t necessarily have a lot of experience
had been in prison for thirty-three years knew what parole was,” Lewin told me. connecting with people in prison.”
and needed help obtaining parole. Lewin “I think they just wanted to connect In the past few years, she, Carroll,
and Nora Carroll, a Legal Aid attorney, with people in prison.” A jailhouse law- and another friend, with the help of sev-
said that they would try to assist him. yer at Otisville had sent them a list of eral men at Otisville, have written nu-
Inside Otisville, Pascal gave crochet- men who needed help obtaining parole, merous memos for volunteers on topics
ing classes to the other men, and, Lewin and they assigned volunteers to work such as what to bring on a prison visit
learned, he liked to feed Snickers bars with several of them. Six months later, (singles and quarters for the vending
to the groundhogs in the yard. Lewin after they announced their second vol- machine), how to act when they get a
and Carroll started visiting him every unteer training, a hundred and thirty collect call (don’t say anything critical of
other month. They worked with him to people responded, including a bartender, prison staff, because all calls are recorded),
prepare for his next parole interview, a retired biology teacher, and a woman and how to relate to the incarcerated
helping him draft a personal statement who described herself as a “queer mama people they are working with (“the best
and studying transcripts from his earlier of twins in the pursuit of justice.” advocate is someone who listens actively,
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nis’s packet to a parole coördinator at the Rochester, and Buffalo, where they stay seems to have a different idea about how
prison. It was fifty-seven pages long and for two or three nights. Parole coördina- much weight to give the various pieces
included a well-written five-page letter tors deliver the paper files of the incar- of information in each case. “For some,
from the Parole Prep team advocating cerated people from the prisons where the offense is it, no matter what,” Sha-
for his release (“We write to voice our they are held to the parole offices where piro said. “For some, it’s the victim impact
enthusiastic support for Richard Lloyd the commissioners conduct their inter- [statement]. Everyone has their own val-
Dennis . . .”). The letter reminded the views. Carol Shapiro, who joined the ues and draws different lines in the sand.”
board how young Dennis had been at board in 2017 and quit in 2019, said, “The Robert Dennison, who was appointed
the time of the crime and cited a Justice irony is we’re travelling around the state to the parole board by Governor George
Department report showing that “young for videoconferencing. It’s insane.” Pataki, in 2000, went on to serve as the
people between ages 14 and 25 are still Parole-board members conduct inter- board’s chairman from 2004 to 2007.
developing their abilities to control im- views on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and “We’re supposed to measure remorse,
pulses, suppress aggression, consider the sometimes on Thursdays. In 1994, the but it’s kind of hard to do that,” he told
impact of their behavior on others.” The State Legislature amended the law in me. “So you try to see if they’re really
packet also included a copy of his high- order to allow victims to give in-person sorry for what they did, or if they just
school diploma, from 1969; Velma’s let- testimony to the parole board. On Fri- think they’re a victim being caught up
ter and three other letters from relatives; days, the commissioners take turns re- in the system, or they just want to tell
and three “inmate progress reports” from ceiving the family members of crime vic- you what they think you want to hear.
his boss, the prison’s librarian, who had tims and listening to their stories. Many It’s certainly not a science. It’s very sub-
deemed him “excellent” in categories families bring photos and tell personal jective, and sometimes we make mistakes.
such as “dependability” and “attitude to- anecdotes about their loved ones. “They But, from my experience, the longer the
ward authority figures.” are very difficult sessions,” Shapiro said. person’s been in, the better the parole
“It definitely takes a toll on you—absorb- risk they’re going to be when they get
nside Auburn prison, on the second ing this pain over and over.” The rela- out. If someone has been in for a long
I floor of the Administration Building,
there is a small room that is empty most
tives’ words are typed up into a “victim
impact statement,” which is placed in the
period of time, usually they got a terri-
ble taste in their mouth of what prison
of the time. With the exception of a parole file of the imprisoned individual. is like, and they don’t want to do any-
large screen with a camera mounted If a murder victim was a police officer, thing to put themselves back in prison.”
above it, and an air-conditioner propped members of the police union, the Police The people who have been impris-
in a window—one of the few A.C. units Benevolent Association, often accom- oned the longest, however, tend to have
in the entire institution—the room has pany the family to show their support. been convicted of the most heinous
the feel of a forgotten place. There are Parole-board hearings can run from crimes, and, for parole commissioners,
stains on its pea-green carpet, a curtain a few minutes to an hour or more. Sha- there is little downside to denying them
missing from one of its windows, and, piro told me that there was very little parole. Although the cost of imprison-
when I visited not long ago, a broken time to read through each file. “Com- ment is higher in New York than in any
replica of the state seal, on the floor. missioners get the case the day they see other state—seventy thousand dollars a
Every month, men in prison greens sit the person,” she said. On busy days, while year per person, and often considerably
on wooden benches in the corridor out- the lead commissioner asks the questions, more if the individual is elderly or ill—
side the room and wait, sometimes for the other two commissioners might re- parole-board members are not required
hours, for their names to be called. In view the file of the next interviewee or to justify the financial impact of their
the past, parole interviews were con- write a decision for the preceding one. decisions. The board determines not
ducted in person, but a few years ago Sometimes the multitasking can lead only who will be set free but what rules
the parole board stopped coming to Au- to a commissioner asking a question they must follow on the outside. Every-
burn. The interviews are now conducted that another commissioner has asked a one who is released on parole has to re-
in this room via video hookup. few minutes earlier. “There is a numb- port regularly to a parole officer and obey
New York State currently has sixteen ing repetition of the interview process,” certain restrictions—such as meeting a
parole-board members, who conduct some Shapiro told me. “There is a witching curfew and submitting to regular drug
twelve thousand parole interviews a year. hour. By six o’clock, you’ve kind of had tests—and those who do not follow the
The governor appoints the board’s mem- it. Your head hurts, your back hurts, and rules risk being sent back to prison. (The
bers, and the State Senate confirms them. you’ve heard a gazillion stories.” number of people incarcerated for such
The current chairwoman is a former pros- In a three-person parole panel, two “technical violations” of their parole is
ecutor, and past parole-board members votes are needed for an individual to be higher in New York than in all other
have often had backgrounds in law en- released. Parole commissioners are sup- states but one, and these individuals make
forcement. The job, which has a six-year posed to follow a series of statutes—to up nearly thirty per cent of all the peo-
term, carries a title (commissioner) and take into account factors including an in- ple sent to New York’s state prisons each
pays a salary of a hundred and twenty dividual’s institutional record, his release year. In 2018, the Justice Lab at Colum-
thousand dollars a year. The work can be plans, and the seriousness of the offense. bia University released a report, titled
gruelling. Every Monday, parole-board But some board members have higher “Less Is More in New York,” which be-
members drive to cities such as Syracuse, release rates than others, and everyone came the blueprint for a bill that was
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introduced in the State Legislature ear- The most closely watched parole problem seemed to be the gruesome na-
lier this year; the bill proposes limiting hearings are those in which the individ- ture of his crime. On July 24, 1971, at
the kinds of parole violations that could ual being interviewed has been convicted around 2:15 a.m., he was standing outside
be punished with incarceration.) of killing a police officer. “Generally, if a bodega in Brownsville when a police
One’s odds of being released are heav- you’re a parole-board commissioner, it’s officer named Robert Denton went in-
ily influenced by where one is impris- very hard for you to let somebody out side to buy cigarettes, and after Denton
oned. “State paroling systems vary so who killed a police officer, because that’s walked out of the store Dennis cut him
much that it is almost impossible to com- one of the things that governors do not in the neck with a knife. “Cop Slashed
pare them,” Jorge Renaud, an analyst at like,” Dennison said. “The chances of to Death, Youth Seized,” the Daily
the Prison Policy Initiative, a think tank, that parole-board commissioner being News headline read. Denton, who was
wrote in a report earlier this year. But reappointed certainly went down several twenty-six, was the eighth city police
Renaud’s report tried to do just that, officer that year to be killed on the job.
giving each state a grade. Renaud gave At the time, Dennis had been stay-
his highest grade, a B-minus, to Wyo- ing with the family of his brother Mel-
ming, noting that, among other strengths, vin’s girlfriend in Brownsville. He had
the state holds “in-person, face-to-face no criminal record, and reporters seemed
parole hearings,” “allows incarcerated at a loss to explain why he might have
people access to the information the killed a police officer; the News referred
Board will use to determine whether to to the crime as “an apparently motive-
grant or deny parole, and allows incar- less stab-killing.” The court record sug-
cerated individuals to question the ac- gests that alcohol may have been a fac-
curacy of that information,” and “allows notches.” In 2018, Shapiro was one of tor; Dennis had been drinking beer and
staff from the prison—who have true two board members who voted to re- vodka in the hours preceding the as-
day-to-day perspective on an individu- lease Herman Bell, the former Black sault. His trial was held in the spring of
al’s character and growth—to provide Panther who had been convicted of kill- 1972. Denton’s partner testified that Den-
in-person testimony.” Thirty-six states ing two N.Y.P.D. officers in 1971. The nis had approached their patrol car
got an F or an F-minus. Some of them decision was criticized by the governor, shortly before the incident and asked
do not allow incarcerated people to ap- the police commissioner, the editorial how he could become a police officer—a
pear before a parole board at all; in oth- boards of the Daily News and the Post, detail that Dennis’s lawyer disputed but
ers, such as Georgia, some individuals and Mayor Bill de Blasio, who urged the which the local press had seized upon
can be made to wait up to eight years parole board’s chairwoman to reconsider. in its reporting. Trial testimony revealed
after being turned down by the board (“Murdering a police officer in cold blood that, after Denton was stabbed, police
before their cases are reviewed again. is a crime beyond the frontiers of re- officers who had come to the scene had
New York received a D-minus. habilitation or redemption,” he wrote.) beaten Dennis so badly that, at the pre-
A few years ago, advocates lobbied Shapiro said that she received a death cinct later, he had bruises on his face
Governor Andrew Cuomo to appoint threat on Facebook, and many angry let- and body and was bleeding from both
commissioners with different types of ters. A few months later, the State Sen- ears. He had been taken to the hospi-
backgrounds, which is how Shapiro, ate held a hearing on parole policies. tal—for a “possible skull fracture,” ac-
who is trained as a social worker, won James B. Ferguson, Jr., a former prose- cording to law-enforcement notes—and
a seat. She described the culture of the cutor who served on the parole board when Melvin arrived he found him in
parole board as “very risk-averse.” At from 2005 to 2018, testified. Speaking a wheelchair in a hallway. “I didn’t rec-
times, she recalled, she would advocate about people imprisoned for very seri- ognize him at all,” Melvin testified. “His
for an individual to be released, and a ous crimes, he said, “The inmate can be nose was smashed and his face was about
fellow board member would respond, the perfect inmate. They’ve done every- three times the size.”
“He’s playing you, Carol. He’s got your thing they possibly can. They perhaps By May, 2018, Dennis had been im-
number.” Shapiro told me, “I felt like a even demonstrate a genuinely changed prisoned longer than all but nine other
lot of my colleagues focussed way too person.” But sometimes “enough time men in New York State. If he had been
much on the severity of the crime. If has not been done,” he said. “What is convicted of killing anyone but a police
this is your fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, the public going to say if you release officer, he likely would have been set free
ninth parole-board hearing, we really Charles Manson?” long ago. The reason for this may have
shouldn’t be focussing on the crime any- to do, at least in part, with the power of
more. We should really be focussing on met Dennis for the first time this past the Police Benevolent Association. One
your plans to go home.” She went on,
“I think the purpose of parole right now
I spring, in the visiting room at Auburn.
By then, he had served nearly forty-eight
of its mantras is “No parole for cop kill-
ers”; on the P.B.A.’s Web site, the union
is very murky. If the goal is to deter- years in prison—close to double his min- keeps a list of people who are in prison
mine if someone is ready to go home, imum sentence of twenty-five years. De- for the murder of a police officer, and
that’s very different than relying on: Did spite his volunteers’ dogged efforts, the the site promises that, if someone clicks
they serve enough time? Did the pun- board had turned him down after his pa- on a victim’s name, a letter will be sent
ishment fit the crime?” role interview in May, 2018. Part of the to the parole board, urging it to deny pa-
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role. Dennis’s name was on the list. Last 20TH IS OUR LEVITTOWN MEMORIAL strolling by, but, when I visited, Dennis
March, the Daily News revealed that the HS REUNION. YOU WILL BE MISSED MY had no interest in peering out the win-
link on the union’s Web site had not BROTHER.”This year, Bellistri, now sev- dows. “It puts me in a bad mood,” he
worked for five years. In late April, Pat- enty-three years old, made flyers, which said. “It makes me feel alone.”
rick J. Lynch, the union’s president, held he distributed at the Seventy-third and One of his strategies for holding on
a press conference, in Albany, accompa- other precincts, urging people to go to to his sanity had been to make certain
nied by widows of N.Y.P.D. officers who the parole board’s Web site and send a that he always had a job. Over the years,
had been killed. The P.B.A. had brought letter opposing Dennis’s release at his he had stocked shelves in the commissary
three hundred and sixty cardboard boxes, next hearing. The top of the flyer read at Auburn; helped cook the food at Com-
which they claimed held some eight hun- “URGENT” and identified Dennis as “Bob stock; mowed the grass at Attica; worked
dred thousand letters to the parole board, Denton’s murderer.” Bellistri said about early mornings baking bread at Green
signed by supporters. “An attack on a po- Dennis, “He deserves to stay incarcer- Haven. From 2000 to 2008, he had toiled
lice officer is an attack on the laws we ated for the rest of his life for what he in the laundry at Elmira, helping clean
uphold and the public we have sworn to did to Bobby.” the uniforms of other incarcerated men.
protect,” Lynch said recently, in an e-mail. In the visiting room at Auburn, Den- (“Inmate Dennis is the laundry’s #1 ma-
“Every time a cop-killer is released, it nis told me that during his decades in chine operator, he is an excellent worker,”
sends criminals a signal that there are custody he had been confined in almost his boss wrote in 2006.) Besides his work
really no laws worth following, because every maximum-security prison in the ethic, Dennis was known for his intense
our justice system is unwilling to protect state; his current stay at Auburn, he said, exercise regimen: running endless laps
those who enforce them.” was his third there. Auburn Correctional barefoot around the prison yard, lifting
Robert Denton’s best friend was Ron- Facility, which opened in 1817, is one weights, doing hundreds of pullups and
ald Bellistri, who grew up with Denton, of the oldest operating prisons in the pushups. He also meditated and prac-
in Levittown, and joined the N.Y.P.D. United States. The city of Auburn grew ticed yoga in his cell. His volunteers had
with him, in 1969. Bellistri told me that up around the prison; today, there is a told me that he was so strong and fit
he and Denton had attended grammar Tex-Mex restaurant next door and a Hil- that he could do pushups on only his
school and high school together; that ton Garden Inn down the street. From thumbs. When I mentioned this during
Denton’s first car was a 1957 Oldsmo- the windows in the prison’s visiting room, our meeting, a guard who happened to
bile; that Denton was drafted into the incarcerated men can see townspeople be passing by asked if I wanted to see
Army after high school and ended up
at Fort Lee, in Virginia, for two years.
Bellistri had encouraged Denton to join
him in the Thirteenth Precinct, in Man-
hattan, but Denton wanted to stay at
the Seventy-third Precinct, in Browns-
ville. “He said, ‘I love the action,’ ” Bel-
listri recalled. Sometimes they would
run into each other when extra officers
were called in to work at Vietnam War
demonstrations. Bellistri said that Den-
ton had recently married “the love of his
life” and, two weeks before his death, he
had bought a used Corvette, which he
drove over to Bellistri’s house, beeping
the horn in the driveway to show it off.
Every year on July 24th, Bellistri sends
flowers to the Seventy-third Precinct,
and he stops in during roll call to speak
to the officers about his friend. “I don’t
want them to forget him,” he told me.
Over the years, Denton’s friends and for-
mer colleagues have contributed remem-
brances to the Web site NYPD Angels,
which honors members of the force who
were killed in the line of duty, going back
to the mid-eighteen-hundreds. Earlier
this year, Bellistri wrote on the site,
“BOBBY, NOT ONE DAY GOES BY THAT
I DO NOT THINK OF YOU.” Four months “Someday I’ll buy a little place in the country and
later, he wrote, “THIS JULY 18TH THRU take my finger off the Zeitgeist.”
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his pushups—“It’s incredible,” he said— that they must be getting paid for their people in prison, that there is a hierar
and Dennis seemed to appreciate a work. They told him that they were vol chy of crimes; individuals who commit
chance to show off his strength. In front unteers. But every few months he would ted sex offenses were considered to be
of a vending machine in an adjoining ask again, as if he could not quite be at the very bottom. “The murderer thinks
room, away from the other visitors, he lieve that they were helping him with he’s better than the rapist,” Saldaña said.
placed his thumbs on the linoleum floor, out pay. He had little to give them in “We dispelled all that stuff.”
stretched out his legs, did a few push return, except for his advice on working Kathy Boudin, who was imprisoned
ups, and swore he could do many more. out and healthy eating. When Lee was at Bedford Hills, a maximumsecurity
Back at our table, we settled once again sick, he suggested that she try chewing prison, for two decades, told me that
into plastic bucket chairs. His next in on garlic. When Button’s birthday came, most of the women with whom she was
terview was set for August, 2019, and he he mailed her two birthday cards. In his confined did not speak honestly and
sounded pessimistic about his odds. “If letters to them, he had expressed his openly about their crimes, “because there
you killed a cop, you ain’t got no hope,” gratitude. “Thanks again for all the help is no safe place inside the prison system
he said. He was tired of the whole ritual: you are giving a person such as me,” he where people have a chance to do this.”
“You go to the board, they sit up there wrote, three months after they met. “I In the visiting room, they often lied to
and smile at you. They crack jokes. You have not been a happy or hopeful per their children out of a sense of shame
go back to your cell, and they hit you for son in a very long time.” about what they had done, but the truth
two more years.” The last time, however, inevitably became harder to conceal.
they had hit him with only fifteen months. here is no official mechanism to “You’re in prison for eighteen years, and
“Everyone says it’s a good sign,” he said,
“but it’s not a good sign to me.”
T require people confined in New
York’s prisons to confront their guilt, to
you’re, like, ‘I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it,’
and your children read on the Internet
Yet he seemed buoyed by the com grapple with questions of remorse and and they know you did it,” she said.
mitment of his volunteers. In the eight responsibility, to think about how they When Boudin was released, in 2003, she
years prior to their first visit, he had had might make amends to a victim’s fam had an idea to start a program that would
only one other visit, from his brother ily. At times, the legal system even seems “help people examine their lives and
Melvin and his wife. The first time he to work against these goals; at trial, de come to terms with what they did” and
met the volunteers, he admitted, he had fense attorneys typically downplay the to “deal deeply with the harm” they had
been uncertain of their intent. They defendant’s culpability—or deny his caused. She hoped that the program
looked “mad young,” he told me. “I said guilt altogether—in an effort to mini would “allow them to be able to talk to
to myself, ‘What is this? Is this going mize his punishment. Often, a defen their children about it, to talk to their
to be a playground thing? Something dant, long after he is convicted, will cling families about it, to not feel like they’re
for them to bide their time until they to the narrative of his crime that his living in total shame all the time.”
get something better?’ ” But they had lawyer told in court. The imprisoned The program that Boudin envisioned
earned his trust, coming to see him three individual may go years, even decades, became the Longtermers Responsibil
times in four months, and, after the without ever speaking honestly about ity Project, which, for the past decade,
board denied him parole in May of 2018, his crime. The state prison system did has been run by the Osborne Associa
they had agreed to continue working start an “apology letter bank,” so that tion—a nonprofit group that works with
with him to prepare for his next hear incarcerated people could write to their incarcerated people and their families—
ing. He called them all regularly, catch victims, but most people in prison do at Sing Sing and Fishkill. In the pro
ing one or the other on the phone every not know that it exists. gram, twelve people convicted of murder
few days. “What surprised me about The most successful programs to help related crimes meet with a facilitator
them was their sincerity,” he said. “I trust people reckon with their crimes have for weekly group sessions over four
very few people if I trust anyone at all. often been started by incarcerated or for months. Laura Roan, a program man
They have a real naturalness.” merly incarcerated people. In the mid ager at Osborne, facilitates some of the
In the months since they had started twothousands, José Saldaña and two of sessions. “ ‘Oh, I never meant to hurt
working with him, he had tried to con his peers at Shawangunk prison launched anybody.’ That’s the story I hear over
nect with each of them. He knew that A Challenge to Change, an eighteen and over,” Roan said. “Well, why did
Olivia Button liked to box, so he gave week workshop, led by incarcerated men, you load the gun, then?” She continued,
her advice on how to train and sent pages which was later expanded to other pris “It’s very hard to live with that idea that
with exercises to do. When he learned ons. “We wanted a program where a guy you are somebody who is really able to
that Gina Lee’s parents were from South would come in and confront what he take the life of somebody else.” Perhaps
Korea, he wanted to hear more; he’d al did,” Saldaña, who was released in 2018 this is why, as she found, many long
ways been interested in Korea. He dis and is now the director of the RAPP Cam termers do not seem to have a coher
covered that John White liked yoga, too, paign, told me. “We wanted total hon ent narrative of their own crimes. “You
and talked to him about yoga techniques. esty.” Saldaña described the group ses tell everybody something different,” she
When the volunteers told him how they sions as “more difficult than we imagined” said. “You tell yourself one story, you tell
got to Auburn—leaving New York City and “at times very, very emotional.” your prison peers a different story.” But,
at 4 a.m. in a rental car, driving ten or Among the program’s objectives is to Roan went on, “the parole board is ask
twelve hours round trip—he assumed counter the notion, common among ing them to tell a different story they’ve
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invariably happened, Dennis had other to Auburn. She recalled that, as soon as would have made so much of a differ-
things he wanted to discuss. A friend had Dennis sat down in the visiting room, ence, because now the story that he tells
mailed him a pair of new work boots, but she said, “We have a lot to do today. I himself has been cemented for all this
he wasn’t allowed to keep them, he said, have to leave by one-thirty. So we have time. And, for me, trying to push back
because they were light brown with a two hours, and we’re going to talk about on that now is really challenging.”
black leather strip on top; prisoners weren’t the crime. It might be difficult, but that’s It seemed that the coping strategies
allowed to have shoes of more than one just what we’re going to do.” Dennis had adopted were working
color. Before the visit, Dennis had told In the past, when the volunteers had against him. “The only way that he’s
Button on the phone, “Don’t forget the asked Dennis about his crime, he had survived for this long—completely alone,
boots”—and Button had not forgotten told them that Patrolman Denton had completely isolated from his entire sup-
to pick them up at the front desk on her approached him in a way that made him port network—is by totally closing off
way out of the prison. He had said that feel threatened. Sometimes he charac- emotionally and relying on only him-
she could wear them or give them away; terized his crime as an act of self-defense. self,” Lee said. “He’s never been asked
in the parking lot after leaving the prison, At times, Lee thought that maybe even to do anything remotely emotional.”
she had tried them on and found that Dennis himself did not know why he But, she said of the parole board, “what
they fit. But she decided, “I’m going to had done it. His court file had been de- they’re asking for is something genuine
hold them until he gets out.” stroyed in a warehouse fire, and although and emotional.”
Lee usually took charge at their vis- the volunteers had read one or two news That night, Dennis called Button
its, and this time she wanted to try a stories about the crime, they did not and told her about the visit. Button sent
new strategy. Instead of talking about have a full understanding of what had a text to Lee: “He called me and sounded
“if ” he got parole, she insisted that they occurred on July 24, 1971. If they had really appreciative and said you helped
say “when.” Dennis was resistant. “The read his court file, they would have him think in a new way. He also said,
guys in here say ‘when,’ ‘when,’ ‘when,’” learned that witnesses had described a ‘You didn’t tell me you were sending in
he said, “but I’m not going to do that, spontaneous, unprovoked attack. a pit bull.’”
because, you know, the parole board could In the visiting room at Auburn, Lee
hit me however many times they want. repeatedly grilled Dennis about that y the late summer of 2019, Lee had
You just don’t know.” Lee recalled, “I
was, like, ‘Listen, Lloyd, I hear that. But
night, and made it clear that some of
his answers were unsatisfactory. “You’re
B moved to Cambridge to start classes
at M.I.T., and White was about to begin
we have to say “when.” I’m going to say describing this as something that hap- his second year of graduate school in
“when,” and I need you to say “when,” pened to you, and it’s not,” she said. “It’s Amherst. Dennis appeared before the
because if you don’t imagine it, it’s not something that you did.” She had heard parole board for the thirteenth time on
going to happen.’” Dennis played along. him talk critically about the rapists he August 27th. Two days later, Button and
When the volunteers asked him what was imprisoned with, and she made it her boyfriend rode their bikes to a restau-
he wanted to do first after being released, clear that she didn’t buy into the idea rant in Crown Heights, and when they
he answered, “I want to go fishing.” that someone who has committed rape were locking them up she heard her cell
There was not a Parole Prep hand- is somehow a worse person than some- phone vibrate inside her backpack. She
out about the benefits of encouraging one who has committed murder. “To a pulled it out and read a message from
an incarcerated person to visualize his lot of people, what you have done is the Lee, who had just heard from Dennis:
own freedom, but Lee thought that it “He was denied.”
might help Dennis work harder to pre- Button described that evening’s din-
pare for the hearing. It would be easy ner as a “solemn meal.” A few days later,
for them to update his parole packet, her boyfriend told her that she had been
but in the next five months, she said, acting mean; she had been criticizing
“he has a lot of mental and emotional his every move, even his choice of light
work to do.” They had assigned him the bulbs. “What’s going on with you?” he
task of writing an apology letter—“That’s asked. “Nothing,” she said. “I just feel
his homework,” Lee said—which they weird.” Then she started sobbing. She
planned to include in his packet. almost never cried, and she realized how
That spring, Lee was accepted into worst thing that anyone could possibly much Dennis’s parole rejection, his sec-
M.I.T.’s graduate program in urban plan- do,” she said. Her words seemed to stun ond on the volunteers’ watch, had upset
ning. She quit her job in June and went him; he said nothing and looked away. her. “The double denial is very demor-
to stay with her parents, outside Phila- The way Lee saw it, she was doing alizing,” she said.
delphia. There, she worked on Dennis’s work that somebody else at the prison In October, she read the transcript
parole packet, reading and rereading his should have done decades earlier. “He of the parole interview. The lead com-
attempts at an apology letter. To her, they should have been doing this work in missioner was Marc Coppola, a former
seemed slightly flat; she thought he still therapy for his whole life with a social state senator who had once worked as
sounded like too much of a passive par- worker or psychologist or anyone, any a deputy sheriff in Buffalo. He’d started
ticipant in his own crime. On July 8th, qualified professional, which I am not— the interview by reading aloud a de-
she borrowed her mother’s car and drove I’m definitely not,” she told me. “That tailed description of the crime, and then
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e was walking back up the Heart, prostate, eyes, ears. He couldn’t —For now, she said. You’re fine.
the sand. Ciara was fine. She was sleep- and go off—to the shops, town, the sea- —Good, she’d said. You know
ing. He’d remembered to put her sun front, nowhere. He’d loved the weight enough for now. You’ll pick up more
hat on before he left the house; her there against his chest and the fact that as we go along.
neck was properly covered. He’d never he saw what she was seeing. He could She was looking at him over her
told anyone that he thought she was feel her excitement, her legs hopping, glasses, as if she’d stopped being just a
dead, that he’d carried her, dead, for the approaching faces breaking into doctor and had become his new friend.
twenty minutes. She was in Vancouver smiles—for her, then for him. She’s gor He wondered later, when he was look-
now. She’d be Skyping him later. He geous. She’s a dote. Proud of his daugh- ing at the scrambled eggs he’d ordered
hadn’t thought of it in years, that day ter, proud of himself. Cliona in the sling, in the café across from the hospital,
on the beach. He’d never tell her—he Conor in the buggy, Ciara and Maeve and the little portion of silver-foiled
didn’t know why not. on either side holding the handles. butter for the toast, if that was him,
He was at the front door. But he Down through town, through the seeing her like that, or if it was her, part
stepped off the porch and walked back crowds, Henry Street, Grafton Street. of her training or her personality. He’d
across the small garden to the wheelie People made way, he never lost a child. taken the advice; he hadn’t Googled
bins—brown, green, and black—and The doctor had sent him leaflets in “coronary-artery disease.”
the hedge. He looked again, made sure the post. “The Fats of Life—The Low- He looked at the boxes. He picked
they were tucked in under the lip of down on High Cholesterol” was one. up the biggest one. Rosuvastatin Teva
the hedge, that they wouldn’t be lifted He wasn’t fat. He hadn’t read it yet; he’d Pharma. It sounded like a star or a
by the wind that was coming. He pushed glanced at it. There was an article about planet. Forty milligrams. The maxi-
them in farther. He didn’t know what some smiling actor from “Fair City” mum dose, the cardiologist had said.
else to do with them. He could bring who’d taken “control of his cholesterol” That fact had impressed him.
them into the house. But he wouldn’t. and a page called “Recipe Corner.”There —We need to get the cholesterol
He didn’t want his wife to find them was another leaflet. “Angioplasty & Cor- right down to where it should be.
lined up in the hall. Maybe he’d look onary Stenting.” There were no pictures —O.K.
out the bedroom window and see them in that one. Definitions, questions an- May cause dizziness, a label on the
spinning up, like Dorothy’s house in swered, a detachable consent form at box said. He picked up one of the other
“The Wizard of Oz.” Something to tell the back. He hadn’t read that one, either. boxes. The same thing—May cause diz
Ciara when they were talking. The brown He took his glasses off the book and ziness. If affected, do not drive or operate
one landed on the old witch across the street. went back to Stonehenge. He listened, machinery. Did that include his laptop?
He let himself in. for whistling wind, falling branches, Or the printer. He’d joke about that,
roof slates decapitating pensioners. too, when he was telling his wife. I fell
• He remembered Hurricane Char- off the laptop—within seconds of taking
The house was still empty. The way ley—in 1986, he thought it was. He’d the things.
he’d left it. His wife would be home sat on his bed all night and waited for There was a leaflet—another leaflet;
soon. She’d have to be. She’d have to the windows to fly in on top of him, death by fuckin’ leaflet—inside the box.
get home before the curfew kicked in. shred the curtains, impale him against He unfolded it. It looked a bit like the
Or else she’d be trapped in a spotlight, the wall. He’d lived alone then. It was instructions that came with a washing
shot on the front step by some kid in machine or a blender: Read all of this
the Army. leaflet carefully before you start taking
He went down, through the house, this medicine because it contains impor
to the kitchen. tant information for you. He’d never read
He took the tablets, the three slim a leaflet in his life. He thought that
boxes, out of the chemist’s paper bag. was literally true.
His new pills. His regimen. He put —Decide on a time of day, the car-
them standing in a row. They looked diologist had told him. Morning, eve-
unfinished like that. He needed more ning—whatever suits.
boxes. Stonehenge. He could make a He didn’t want to become the man
joke of it when he was telling her later. the last time he’d felt physically fright- who forgot his pills, or the man who
He got his reading glasses from the ened; he thought that was true. That remembered his fuckin’ pills. He could
table. He’d left them on top of the book was more than thirty years ago. hear his father. Where are my pills, where
he was reading; he always did that. He looked at the three boxes. did I leave my pills? The refrain that
“The Road to Unfreedom: Russia, Eu- —The maximum dose, she’d said, had made the grandkids—his kids—
rope, America.” They could all fuck off the cardiologist, this morning when laugh whenever they heard it. They
till he’d taken his pills, and found out he’d met her. To be on the safe side. still said it, ten years after his father’s
what it was that he was taking. —O.K. funeral, when they were looking for
He’d loved carrying the youngest —One piece of advice. the salt on the table or a missing sock
girl, Cliona. Any excuse, almost liter- —Yes? under a bed—when they were home.
ally any excuse, he’d slide her into the —Don’t Google, she’d said. He had no grandkids to entertain
sling, her face looking out at the world, —Your colleague said that as well. with his pills. He’d take them—the
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pills—in the morning, with the porridge. But he’d seen it before it became —Not every night, he’d protested.
He’d told the cardiologist that he ate part of the fun of every Sunday after —Yes—every night.
porridge every morning. Oh, that’s great, noon. He’d seen his mother’s face and —How do you know?
that’s helpful. Three tablets—he’d call his father’s, her terror and his glee, be —I see you.
them tablets; it was better, more adult, fore the kids turned it into a weekly —You’re awake?
than pills. Where are my tablets, where bit of fun. —Sometimes.
did I leave my tablets? One of each, once —Where are my pills? —Why?
a day. Two statins, one aspirin. It wasn’t He wouldn’t have pills; they’d be —Jesus, there’s a question.
complicated. He’d manage. He’d opened tablets. He’d know exactly where they She was there now. She was sitting
the two other boxes. One of the pill were. He wouldn’t become his father. where he’d been sitting before he fell
cards had the days of the week on ser He put them on top of the fridge. asleep. He felt her weight on the mat
rated squares—Mon., Tue., Wed. Did He typed a note into his phone: tab- tress first, and saw her back. She was
that mean he’d have to wait till Mon lets = fridge. looking out the window. It was dark.
day before he started? If he started • —Anything happening out there?
now, he’d be taking his Monday pill— —Not really, she said. Exhurricanes
his Monday tablet—on a Wednesday. He sat on the bed. He could see the aren’t what they used to be.
He was fuckin’ wild. He stood and trees on the street, and the leaves fall —Like everything else.
got himself a glass of water. He had a ing, the chestnut leaves—huge brown He’d have to tell her. He had the
look out the kitchen window while he hands—dropping, floating, caught by widow’s block, and she was going to
was at it. The branches on the tree next the wind and rolling uphill. If he lifted be the widow.
door were waving; they were bending. himself slightly, he’d see the wheelies —You made it home before the cur
He could hear a siren, off somewhere. tucked under the hedge. A guy on a few, he said.
He could hear wires whistling—he bike went past. His hood was fat, full —Just about, she said.
thought he could. of the hurricane. That was all the He hadn’t moved. He didn’t want
drama—the guy on the bike. to sit up. He liked looking at her, from
• It was half past two. He’d listened where he was, where she was. He’d al
—Where are my pills? to the lunchtime news. The west of the ways liked looking at her.
His mother came running. Running country was being chewed by the —Have we food? she asked.
in her slippers, in from the kitchen. weather; there were power cuts, roads —Loads.
—Where are your pills? made impassable, tin roofs pulled off —Grand.
—That’s what I’m bloody asking. farm sheds. Outside—here, in Dub —I put candles all around the house.
Where are they? lin—it was a windy day. That was all. Just in case.
She was afraid her husband would He’d been sitting on the bed, waiting. —We can pretend it’s a spa.
fall dead if they didn’t find the pills. He’d He wanted to see a car in the air, a hun She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t turned
nearly died; she’d witnessed what could dredyearold oak toppling; he wanted to look at him. He leaned out a bit—
happen. He’d had a heart attack, and a to witness something—anything. the numbness in his arm had gone—
triple bypass. He was sitting opposite And he didn’t. and put his hand on her back. He felt
her at the kitchen table, then his face The leaves were the story. The fact her move, and her hand touched his,
was in his soup and she could see the that nothing was happening. The leaves just brushed across it.
sweat running off the top of his head. going the wrong way, and the woman —Get up, she said. And we’ll watch
Like a tap, it was. Like a waterfall. She’d with the Teddy bear. They were his the news. All the action is over in the
phoned him—her son—and told him stories. west. In Galway and Kerry and the
about the ambulance arriving, the men He lay back on the bed. He turned, other lovely places.
with the stretcher coming into the house. into whiteness and nothing—no —The wild Atlantic way.
He’d gone over and driven her to Beau thoughts or things. He slept. —There you go.
mont—the hospital. He’d looked at her He sat up now.
face, the side of her face—the fear, the • —I saw a thing, he said.
tension. She didn’t look like his mother. He woke with an ache in his right arm; He told her about the woman he’d
—What was the soup? he’d asked her. the ache—the pain—had woken him. seen, the woman with the Teddy bear.
—Cream of vegetable, she’d said. Was that a sign? Was it pain in the —That’s so sad, she said.
And she’d smiled. right or the left arm that was a pre He heard her shoes fall onto the floor,
—Terrible waste. lude to a heart attack? Or was that the and now she was sitting beside him.
Finding the pills, knowing exactly shoulder? He didn’t know; he wouldn’t He’d tell her in a minute. He’d tell
where they were—that was the impor look it up. His arm was numb—just her about his tablets and his heart.
tant thing. She’d spent years looking numb, the way he’d been lying on it. —I miss the kids, he said.
for his pills, keeping his father alive. His wife had told him he slept with He started to cry.
Until the grandkids started to make a his arms folded, as if he’d been sitting
joke of it, and the fuckin’ old tyrant de in a chair and had fallen off it, straight THE WRITER’S VOICE PODCAST
cided to join in. onto the bed. He hadn’t believed her. Roddy Doyle reads “The Curfew.”
THE CRITICS
BOOKS
BY JAMES WOOD
always found it hard to judge Mrs. They were born two years apart (Thatcher borrowed ones a little carefully—as if,
I Thatcher dispassionately, because she
was so like my mother. They looked and
in 1925, my mother in 1927), came from
modest, fiercely principled Nonconform-
having learned their elocution lessons,
they were now giving them. Both women
sounded similar—shortish urgent women ist religious backgrounds, and saw life were complex feminists, of a kind, who
who moved with purpose. From large as a ladder that everyone must climb, didn’t use the term, preferred men to
hair, their faces narrowed downward; from evil to goodness, from error to cor- women, and coddled their sons over their
they had receding chins that appeared rection, from the lower social classes to daughters. And both powerful women
weak and strong at once. Force of will the higher ones. Estranged from their married supportive men named Denis.
made them courageously disagreeable. native accents, they spoke in their grander The degree of my hostility for Mrs.
Thatcher’s “force of personality,” one colleague said, was “almost too powerful for easy rational discussion.”
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Thatcher—political, but also affective— tion!” But she could just as easily rebuke she encountered, insofar as they appear
troubled me, because it cast a cold shadow entire nations, genders, or both at once. in Moore’s biography at all, seem likely
over my filial love. Yet I was hardly alone. “You men, you’re all so weak,” she spat to have joined the men in their patterns
The entire country seemed to be pas- at some Dutch representatives after an of fascination and recoil. We aren’t told
sionately insane about Thatcher and episode of failed European negotiation. what her mother thought of her, but Mar-
Thatcherism. I was thirteen when she Robin Butler, her principal private sec- garet’s emphatic sidelining of the mater-
became Prime Minister, in 1979, so all retary, confessed that “dealing with her nal influence—“I loved my mother dearly
my adolescence was spent under her long face to face was like feeding a fierce an- but after I was fifteen we had nothing
reign. She was still Britain’s leader when imal.” Moore, who has an excellent eye more to say to each other”—shades in a
I left university, in 1988. Where I grew for anecdotes and a Gibbonian way with sad mutual attrition. Geoffrey Howe’s
up, in the North of England, her name footnotes, buries one of the best of such wife, Elspeth, detested Thatcher, and
was uttered bitterly. We were twenty miles tales at the bottom of a page in his sec- faulted her for having, especially around
from Newcastle, stalked by once power- ond volume. Once, at a meeting, when women, “Queen Bee syndrome—I made
ful industries—steel, shipbuilding, coal— she compared something to “Waiting it. Others can jolly well do the same.”
that Thatcherism eyed as chronically sick, for Godot,” and pronounced “Godot” Even Queen Elizabeth shared the general
inimical to progress, and infested with with a hard “t,” Lord Carrington, her squeamishness; seven years into Thatch-
unionist leftism. During the bloody min- first Foreign Secretary, whispered to her, er’s rule, she let it be known through her
ers’ strike of 1984-85, men and women “It’s pronounced ‘Godo,’ Prime Minis- press secretary that she considered the
collected money every Saturday in the ter.” How is it spelled? she asked. Car- Prime Minister to be “uncaring, confron-
market square of my home town with rington spelled it out. “Then it’s ‘Godot,’” tational and socially divisive.”
signs that asked us to “Dig deep for the she replied, enunciating the “t” with even
miners.” In those days, there was no such greater distinctness. n the opening pages of “The Rain-
thing as political indifference—that would
be allowable only in the next decade, the
Some of the squeamishness she
prompted can be attributed to male
I bow,” D. H. Lawrence describes the
long rhythms of traditional agricultural
era after the fall of Communism, the era chauvinism and Tory patrician snob- life in Nottinghamshire. The men, he
of steady Third Way prosperity, when bery; Moore, a right-wing columnist suggests, stay close to the ground in
history had been called off. Of course, for the Daily Telegraph and a former ed- wordless communion, and do not yearn
we couldn’t be dispassionate: Margaret itor of The Spectator, likes to use this de- for a significant life beyond their ele-
Thatcher breathed over the country like fense when Thatcher is at her most in- mental work. The women are “differ-
a great parental god. She wanted her na- defensible, soothingly reminding us of ent.” They look out and up, at the hori-
tion to be as ambitious, successful, hard- her role as the great disrupter of the old zon, “to the spoken world beyond”—
working, thrifty, and right-principled as boys’ club and its afternoon fug. This is to the village, with its church and hall
she was, and to those ends she hectored, undeniable, though snobbery seems gen- and school. For Lawrence, the woman
wounded, pushed, and inspired. erally to have topped misogyny among is the ever-restless agent of social change.
“Force of personality was the most her detractors. Carrington, a suave old Margaret Thatcher, born ten years after
striking thing about her—almost too Etonian diplomat, once exclaimed, “If the publication of “The Rainbow,” in
powerful for easy rational discussion,” a I have any more trouble from this fuck- the neighboring county of Lincolnshire,
political colleague of hers said. It’s the ing stupid, petit-bourgeois woman, I’m into the same religious Nonconformism
dominant theme in the more than two going to go.”Thatcher reminded Valéry that shaped Lawrence (and, before him,
thousand pages of Charles Moore’s au- George Eliot), belonged to that sorority.
thorized biography, now completed by With astonishing enterprise and intel-
its third volume, “Herself Alone” (Knopf), ligence, she treated her lower-middle-
which chronicles a political downfall class background as a problem to be
brought about by a force of personality solved. It isn’t surprising that her school-
too large for rational discussion. As early mates thought her accent was “affected”
as 1981, one of Thatcher’s advisers com- and that she had about her “a smug per-
plained that she bullied her weaker col- fection”: she would not be held back;
leagues: “You criticise colleagues in front she was not going to stay in the rural
of each other and in front of their offi- town of Grantham.
cials. . . . You give little praise or credit.” Giscard d’Estaing, the aquiline French She looked out and up; she instinc-
“If this is the best you can do,” she told President, of a tiresome English nanny tively agreed with Mr. Vincy, in “Mid-
Geoffrey Howe, a long-abused Cabinet his family had once employed. dlemarch,” who announces that “it’s a
minister, “then I’d better send you to hos- Snobbery she could do nothing about. good British feeling to try and raise
pital and deliver the statement myself.” But the Westminster club remained a your family a little.” Thatcher’s father,
On one occasion, when she became par- stiflingly male one in large part because the deeply pious Alfred Roberts, was a
ticularly “strident,” the Canadian Prime Thatcher, across eleven years and three shopkeeper, and she was born into mod-
Minister Brian Mulroney had to remind administrations, appointed just one est circumstances above the corner store
her, “I am not a member of your govern- woman to her Cabinet, and to a politi- in Grantham. The family house lacked
ment, I am the head of a sovereign na- cally irrelevant post at that. The women a yard, hot water, and an indoor lava-
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identified an impediment to its passage. rich von Hayek’s “The Road to Serfdom” common sense: uncontrolled inflation,
On Fridays, when such bills were de- at Oxford, and at opportune moments like religion, poisons everything. A sys-
bated, M.P.s were often absent. Thatcher would pull his “Constitution of Liberty” tem that was increasing miners’ pay by
wrote individually to two hundred and out of her handbag. Christmas of 1975 nearly ten per cent a year was clearly un-
fifty of her Conservative colleagues—“I found her doggedly continuing her anti- sustainable. Since many of the major in-
have always believed in the impact of a communist “holiday reading”: “The Pos- dustries (including railways, coal, tele-
personal, handwritten letter”—asking sessed” and “Darkness at Noon.” This communications, and a good chunk of
them to stay in Westminster; her pri- Thatcher was genuinely interested in automobile production) were national-
vate-member’s bill was carried by an whether Mikhail Gorbachev could re- ized, the government was effectively act-
overwhelming margin. About a decade form Soviet Communism; she coaxed ing as a giant employer. But since many
later, in the early seventies, she joined and encouraged him before any other weren’t profitable, it was also acting as a
Prime Minister Edward Heath’s Cabinet Western leader dared to, and engaged giant bank. The country had apparently
as Education Secretary. When Heath him in passionate, freewheeling collo- wandered into the worst of two worlds:
lost the general election of 1974, she quies. (Their first lasted six hours.) She nationalization of the means of produc-
made a bid for leader of the Conserva- convened what were essentially academic tion (largely achieved by Clement Att-
tive Party, and won, in February, 1975. seminars on the Soviet Union at Che- lee’s postwar Labour government) could
Just over four years after that, she became, quers, the Prime Minister’s country res- offer no magical respite from the mar-
as Moore says, “the first elected woman idence (with guests such as the British ket—which had decided, for instance,
leader in the Western world.” historians Robert Conquest and Hugh that it didn’t want badly made British
Colleagues were astounded at how Thomas and the Columbia University cars—and so it simply insured that cap-
thoroughly she could master briefing scholar Seweryn Bialer). italism was being done poorly. As a rem-
material. She needed little sleep, and The scientist surrounded herself with edy, Thatcher and her ministers em-
worked late into the night. In 1984, when intelligent men (Nigel Lawson, Geoffrey barked on a campaign of privatization,
the I.R.A. bombed the Grand Hotel in Howe, Keith Joseph, Douglas Hurd), releasing British Gas, British Airways,
Brighton, where the Prime Minister was and approached Britain’s manifold woes British Telecom, BP, and British Ley-
staying for the annual Conservative Party at the start of the nineteen-eighties with land from government control.
Conference, she was polishing her key- an unsentimental willingness to push ex- Government subvention had fended
note speech at the moment her suite’s periment to the edge of cruelty. Britain off the ravages of capitalism in one im-
bathroom exploded, at 2:50 a.m. On a was teetering: the figures still astonish. portant way: it had provided steady em-
twenty-four-hour flight from Hong Interest rates in 1979 reached seventeen ployment. Now the country’s unemploy-
Kong to Washington, D.C., in a gov- per cent and inflation a staggering eigh- ment rate rose; it hit a high of thirteen
ernment jet equipped with a bed, she teen per cent. Nationalized industries per cent in 1984, and was still seven per
told Robin Butler that, while he could were sluggish and fabulously costly to cent in 1990, the year of Thatcher’s
go to sleep, she was going to stay awake the taxpayer. British Leyland, the auto- ouster. Thatcher’s calculation was that
for the entire journey while she studied motive conglomerate that included Jag- widespread unemployment was an un-
the intricacies of the Anti-Ballistic Mis- uar, Triumph, and Austin Rover, was pro- avoidable fact of economic reform, that
sile Treaty. She intently marked up ev- ducing comically dreadful cars and had certain jobs would have to be the mulch
erything that came her way, blitzing her consumed about two hundred million that went into the revival of the gen-
colleagues’ internal memos and policy pounds a year in government subsidies. eral economic habitat. Apart from the
proposals with double and triple under- Many of these companies approached profound human misery that resulted,
linings, groaning castigations, and flat customer satisfaction like the proprietor there was an enduring political cost—
prohibitions: “No,” “Very disappoint- in the Monty Python cheese-shop sketch: much of Scotland, Wales, and the North
ing & sketchy,” “This is awful.” Vaca- “Normally, sir, yes, but today the van of England remains lost to Conserva-
tions provoked something like bewildered broke down.” Moore, in one of his foot- tives. This was the Thatcher who main-
impatience; in his long chronicle, Moore notes, remembers trying to get a phone tained that there was “no such thing as
eventually flourishes a droll shorthand installed in 1981, and being told by Brit- society,” only individuals, “and people
for these recurrent challenges: “For her ish Telecom that it would take six months, must look to themselves first,” a state-
customary but always unwelcome sum- owing to a “shortage of numbers.” As ment that Moore attempts, with little
mer holidays, Mrs. Thatcher . . .” Howe, Thatcher’s first Chancellor of the luck, to wrestle from its infamy. That
Exchequer, noted in his budget speech unequal society tended toward ugly ex-
ndeed, what emerges from these im- of June, 1979, Britain’s share of world tremes, with great new impoverishment
I peccably researched, coolly absorbing
volumes are two Margaret Thatchers,
trade in 1954 had been equal to that of
France and Germany combined. Now
and great new enrichment. Still, the
new order created undeniable economic
whom we might call the scientist and the French and German share was three expansion (an average G.D.P. growth
the atavist. For the scientist Thatcher, times bigger than Britain’s. rate of 3.2 per cent in the nineteen-eight-
the chemist who had studied with Dor- Controlling expenditure and the ies), and Thatcher was reëlected in 1983
othy Hodgkin at university, knowledge money supply was part hypothesis and 1987, the first Prime Minister after
existed to be mastered, made use of, lev- (Thatcher’s fabled monetarism, which universal suffrage, Moore notes, to win
eraged. This Thatcher had read Fried- she got from Milton Friedman) and part three elections.
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Alas, the atavist Thatcher was a differ- to this day, is whether Britain is a greater their necks in the war,” she exclaimed at
ent creature, and the atavist gradually nation inside or outside the European a European summit in 1984, apparently
consumed the scientist, because the sci- Union. Remainers and assorted economic annoyed by the spectacle of European
entist drank her own potion, the one pragmatists tend to argue that the right foreign ministers idly drinking coffee
marked “ideology.” The atavist had been question is whether Britain is a richer and “swapping funny stories.”
happy to be called a “reactionary,” before nation inside Europe or out; greatness Her deep suspicion of all things
she became Prime Minister. The atavist will have to look after itself. Brexiteers German became more vociferous once
complained publicly about Britain’s being reply that greatness cannot look after it- German reunification loomed. She saw
“swamped” by immigrants; never, as far self when the nation’s sovereignty is cur- greater European unity, Moore says, “not
as we know, used the National Health tailed. Thatcher appears to have been as a solution for German power, but as
Service herself and wanted to convert it one of those economic pragmatists for a a cloak for it.” She had a map of Eu-
to an American-style insurance-based brief period, when Great Britain voted rope in her handbag, marked up with a
system; believed in capital punishment; by referendum to stay in the European black circle around Germany, and an-
agreed with her husband that the BBC Economic Community, in 1975, and she other, even warier circle around the Ger-
was infested with left-wing “pinkos”; saw the economic possibilities of a large man-speaking peoples of Europe. The
supported legislation prohibiting local internal market. Soon she grew dismayed German Chancellor Helmut Kohl re-
government authorities from “promot- by French and German plans for greater portedly joked to her at a 1990 meeting
ing” homosexuality; refused to counte- integration, a European Central Bank that, at the recent World Cup semifinal,
nance any meaningful political progress and single currency, and the borderless the Germans had apparently beaten En-
in Northern Ireland; vehemently opposed utopia that sought to banish national- gland “at their national game,” only to
German reunification; was virtually alone ist rivalry and bloodshed. To her, it all have Thatcher reply that “the English
among world leaders in opposing sanctions smacked of socialism. It deprived nations had beaten the Germans at theirs twice
on the South African apartheid regime; of their ability to control their own cur- in the twentieth century.” But it was
and called the A.N.C. “a typical terrorist rencies and interest rates; it favored bur- Kohl who accurately diagnosed the
organization.” The atavist stopped listen- geoning German and French power; it problem: “She thinks history is not just.
ing to her colleagues, and deeply distrusted operated by élite consensus and an irri- Germany is so rich and Great Britain
her civil servants (particularly at the For- tating sort of mild bureaucratic snuffling. is struggling. They won a war but lost
eign Office), whom she worked around Some of these objections were rea- an empire and their economy.”
or behind whenever she could. The ata- sonable, but it’s hard to resist the idea Increasingly, her colleagues and civil
vist was the possessor of what one col- that the core of Thatcher’s hostility to servants worked around her. Officials at
league called “a very English English- Europe was flamingly unreasonable, al- the Foreign Office privately noted her
ness”: she didn’t sacrifice Scotland and most exceeding articulate discourse. It “Germanophobia” and her “obsessions
Wales as part of a Conservative strategy; is unreasonable to credit nuclear weap- about the European Community and
she hardly noticed they were there. ons—but not the E.U.—for keeping the Germany.” One minister, Douglas Hurd,
Europe was the great theatre of this peace in modern Europe, as Thatcher complained that Cabinet meetings now
very English Englishness. Throughout did. Moore, a prominent Brexiteer, her- involved three orders of business: “par-
Mrs. Thatcher’s career, Moore observes, niates himself in his effort to defend his liamentary affairs; home affairs; and xe-
“the story of 1940 was the myth which nophobia.” The greatest pressure was felt
most dominated her imagination.” It is by Geoffrey Howe, who became her For-
the Dunkirk story, and not wholly myth- eign Secretary in 1983. A loyal colleague
ical: Nazis rampant in Europe, Paris from the earliest days of her leadership
vanquished, Britain alone as the last bul- and an architect of the first Thatcher
wark of Western civilization, while the economic plan, he was perhaps the last
air flashed with Spitfires and Churchill person you would have selected to spend
growled in the Commons. Margaret long hours by the Prime Minister’s side,
Roberts was fifteen, and Britain would as she sliced her way through flabby world
never be as noble again—unless it was gatherings. Thickly bespectacled, defer-
in 1982, when she led the country to vic- subject in this area, assuring us that ential, gently overweight, and meek of
tory over Argentina during the Falk- Thatcher “was not, in any general sense, manner, he spoke in a civil murmur, a
lands War, and quoted the Duke of Wel- anti-European,” to which the reply might kind of clerical stutter that unfailingly
lington: “There is no such thing as a be: no, only in many specific senses. The cast a sleeping spell over the entire na-
little war for a great nation.” The refusal first speech she gave as Party leader, in tion. Denis Healey said that being at-
to accept Britain’s diminishment, the 1975, pushed against the notion that Brit- tacked by Howe was “like being savaged
refusal merely to “manage the decline,” ain had become “a poor nation whose by a dead sheep.” Howe was a lawyerly
was central to Thatcher’s pugilism, and only greatness lies in the past.” Yet a fro- civil servant who had been mysteriously
it is the reason for her Churchillian sta- zen allegiance to the myth of 1940 rather transferred to the front lines of partisan
tus among contemporary Conservatives. guarantees a nostalgia for the greatness politics. Where Thatcher craved deci-
Yet the question that devoured her of the past. The theme was struck re- sion, Howe preferred deferment; where
career, and remains grievously unresolved peatedly. “How dare they! We saved all Thatcher disrupted, he convened. He
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favored consensus, formulas, protocols, it seems, was aware of what Moore nicely age of eighty-eight. His absence caused
quietly stagnant back channels. calls the “growing fin de régime feeling.” further bewilderment: “I must go home
He was also decent, capable, and well Parties exist to win elections. Miracu- now and get his supper,” she sometimes
liked. Perhaps she needed him around, lously, she had won three elections; now exclaimed. As her dementia deepened,
in an odd-couple way, as her reliable she imperilled the fourth: Labour was her temperament sweetened; I saw the
negative: find out what Geoffrey would polling between sixteen and twenty-one same change in my own mother, who
do, and then do the opposite. Moore percentage points ahead of the Conser- followed Mrs. Thatcher in this regard,
speculates that she despised his “unman- vatives. So she faced a leadership chal- and who, born two years after her, died
liness,” a shrewd surmise given her Lady lenge and resigned, on November 28, 1990. a year after her, in 2014. Almost mute,
Macbeth-like disdain for the slightest Two years later, under her successor, John uncannily gentle, and patient as she had
“wobbliness” in masculinity. She regu- Major, the Conservatives won the elec- rarely been in the fullness of her life,
larly rebuked him in front of his peers. tion that had looked so grim for them. Mrs. Thatcher would—it is one of the
At one of the Chequers seminars on She was a violently political animal, most poignant details in Charles Moore’s
the Soviet Union, she called out, “Don’t and when the hunt was taken from her account—sit for hours in front of a cer-
worry, Geoffrey. We know exactly what she dwindled away into a cruelly perma- tain painting at the Oxfordshire estate
you’re going to say.” After a memorial nent winter that finally erased her only of a wealthy friend. The painting was a
service for her old friend Ian Gow, at self. Her private secretary Charles Pow- Victorian scene, titled “The Leaming-
which Howe had delivered the eulogy, ell thought that she never had a happy ton Hunt—Mr Harry Bradley’s Hounds,”
she upbraided him in front of Gow’s day once she left power. Friends and by John Frederick Herring. She liked
grieving sons: “Why don’t you speak up, admirers did their best, setting her up counting the dogs.
Geoffrey? You mumble.” Howe had been with houses and assistants—one wealthy Dementia’s whittling seems crueller
distressed by Thatcher’s opposition to donor sent her flowers once a week for when the oak once stood as tall as
South African sanctions—he feared that the rest of her life. She signed up with Thatcher did. Her fiercest opponents
Britain would be seen as “the sole de- a speakers’ bureau, formed the Marga- could not be unmoved by Moore’s last
fender of apartheid”—and now he grew ret Thatcher Foundation, and travelled pages. But a cold eye is required for her
convinced that Thatcher was attempt- the world in the remunerative manner— legacy, which has been calamitous. Brexit
ing to turn the Conservative Party into as a kind of auctioned icon—that is now is always at the center of it, and yet al-
an anti-European tank. On November 1, grimly customary among former world most the least of it. She split her own
1990, she again reprimanded him in front leaders, but was then unusual. Her pol- party, but she also split the Labour Party
of his colleagues; later that day, he re- itics, simmering away untended, thick- (with plenty of assistance from that great
signed. He did not go quietly. The res- ened into solid reductions: she became Thatcher admirer Tony Blair). After all,
ignation speech he delivered at the House ever more fervently opposed to E.U. her opposition to the European Union
of Commons (declaring that Thatcher’s membership. She defended the former wasn’t just about Europhobia; it had
“perceived attitude towards Europe is Chilean dictator General Augusto Pi- to do with her visceral Americophilia.
running increasingly serious risks for the nochet, an old ally, when, visiting Brit- When she flew to Washington, D.C.,
future of our nation”) led Tories to move ain for medical treatment, he was placed in 1981 to proclaim her ardor for the
against her leadership. under house arrest in compliance with newly inaugurated Ronald Reagan, she
a Spanish warrant. Once presciently in- was not only announcing an ideologi-
nce Mrs. Thatcher’s fall had begun, terested in climate change—the scientist cal kinship but binding her country to
O the toppling was fast. But perhaps
it had really started earlier—when, in
Thatcher had organized an early con-
ference, in 1989, devoted to “Saving the
the larger power. “America’s successes
will be our successes,” she declaimed.
October of 1989, she fell out with Com- Ozone Layer,” and a subsequent semi- “Your problems will be our problems.”
monwealth leaders on the question of nar at which she sat with the environ- That promise was tragically fulfilled
South African sanctions, and said, “If it mentalist James Lovelock—she appeared when Tony Blair decided to join George
is one against forty-eight, I am very sorry to recant it all in the book “Statecraft” Bush’s invasion of Iraq—a decision that
for the forty-eight.” Or when her second (2002), a dull collection of right-wing fatefully weakened Blair’s party.
Chancellor of the Exchequer, Nigel Law- speeches and anecdotes. The atavist now Thatcher legitimated a new kind of
son, resigned a few days later, complain- decried the issue as little more than an inequality; she protected and coddled
ing that she “just doesn’t listen any more.” excuse for the promotion of “worldwide, Rupert Murdoch’s right-wing press,
Or in March, 1990, when some of the supranational socialism.” which returned the favor with blind sup-
worst rioting in modern British history Colleagues noticed her declining ca- port; she ignored and undermined her
swept through central London, as thou- pacities. Giving a speech in 2000, she civil service, especially at the Foreign
sands of citizens protested the new poll repeated the same joke three times. She Office; she divided politics into a purity
tax. Or when inflation rates and unem- suffered a mini-stroke at the end of 2001, war of loyalists and enemies; she stopped
ployment began to rise, in the same year. and another early in 2002, temporarily being the leader of one nation; she “dis-
And how curious that Thatcher, whose losing the power of speech. Denis rupted.” Alas, these are now very familiar
oft-repeated mantra was “Time spent in Thatcher, mysteriously kept alive by a woes, with their own familiar rhetoric.
reconnaissance is never wasted,” could stern regimen of nightly gin-and-tonics As David Cameron put it when she died,
not or would not see this. Everyone else, and two packs a day, died in 2003, at the “She made our country great again.”
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ish the furniture, make an apple pie, pre remember her, and therefore I, too, will exist. Grande is as good a place as any for Grace,
pare her husband’s Martini as he rolls I had grown up with the art and pol who has cancer, to live and die. Not once
up the driveway—she makes a list of the itics of such early heroes as Toni Morri during the course of the novel does she
things she will never do: “ball at a party, son, Sonia Sanchez, Nikki Giovanni, and ask who will remember her when she’s
do SM unless she wanted to, . . . carry Ntozake Shange, but Altman’s potent gone. Grace, who shares some of her cre
a Yorkshire in Beverly Hills.” film and “A Book of Common Prayer” ator’s moral rigidity—“In order to main
“Play It as It Lays” was published not were the first works I encountered that tain a semblance of purposeful behavior
long after the Stonewall riots, in New embodied the secondwave white femi on this earth you have to believe that
York, at a time when there were few sto nism that mattered to me as well. Not things are right or wrong,” Didion told
ries about gay male life out there, repre that Didion—a graduate of Berkeley and an interviewer—is always looking out,
senting. The book, which features a a staffer at Vogue during the age of Ei rarely looking in. In a way, by moving to
significant gay male character, could be senhower, who was already writing pieces Boca Grande, Grace sought to escape
read both as a metaphor for queerness— steeped in originality—was part of the life, or, at least, the life she was supposed
the girl who doesn’t fit in—and as an feminist movement. In her 1972 essay to have as an American woman. And yet
early, uncamp depiction of the fag hag, “The Women’s Movement,” she objected it followed her across the sea, in the real
a woman who questions convention by to several of the movement’s tendencies, and ghostly presence of Charlotte, who
avoiding it and finds safety in the com including its “invention of women as a died before Grace began telling this story.
pany of gay men. I admired “Play It as ‘class’” and its wish to replace the ambi Born in Denver, Grace was orphaned
It Lays”—there isn’t a closeted gay ad guities of fiction with ideology. It was at a young age: “My mother died of in
olescent on the planet who wouldn’t iden clear from Didion’s writing that not only fluenza one morning when I was eight.
tify with its nihilism played out in the was she allergic to ideology, which she My father died of gunshot wounds, not
glare of glamorous privilege—but it didn’t avoided like a virus in most of her work, selfinflicted, one afternoon when I was
thrill me like “A Book of Common but her ways of thinking and of express ten.” Until she was sixteen, she lived alone
Prayer,” which has a fullbodied pathos ing herself were unlike anyone else’s. In in her parents’ former suite at the Brown
and yearning that Didion’s other early a 2005 essay in The New York Review of Palace Hotel. Then she made her way to
fiction lacks or suppresses. Books, John Leonard recalled how star California, where she studied at Berke
tled he was, in the sixties, by Didion’s syn ley with the cultural anthropologist A. L.
hen “A Book of Common Prayer” tax and tone: “I’ve been trying for four Kroeber, before being tapped to work
W came out, the country was still
drunk on Bicentennial patriotism; 1976
decades to figure out why her sentences
are better than mine or yours . . . some
with Claude LéviStrauss, in São Paulo.
But make no mistake: her pursuit of an
had given us a big dose of pomp and thing about cadence. They come at you, thropology was not the result of an in
ceremony. Over the receding jingoistic if not from ambush, then in gnomic hai tellectual passion, or any kind of passion.
din, Didion’s voice told another story, kus, icepick laser beams, or waves. Even “I did not know why I did or did not do
about women’s inner lives formed in a the space on the page around these sen anything at all,” she says. After marrying
nation that was, as Elizabeth Hardwick tences is more interesting than could be a tree planter in Boca Grande, Grace “re
put it, in a 1996 essay about Didion, expected, as if to square a sandbox for the tired” (quotation marks hers) from an
“blurred by a creeping inexactitude about Sphinx.” Still, in “A Book of Common thropology. She gave birth to a son, and
many things, among them bureaucratic Prayer,” Didion tried to close the gap be was eventually widowed and left, she says,
and official language, the jargon of the tween herself and others, to write about with “putative control of fiftyninepoint
press, the incoherence of politics, the di the responsibility inherent in connecting. eight percent of the arable land and about
sastrous surprises in the mother, father, To me, “A Book of Common Prayer” the same percentage of the decisionmak
child tableau.”The first three items listed was feminist in the way that Toni Mor ing process.” Grace’s inheritance makes
have to do with language generally and rison’s “Sula,” published four years ear her the head of the household, but money
rhetoric specifically—how we fashion lier, was feminist—without having to de isn’t everything—it isn’t even a start, when
the truth, and why. In Didion’s novel— clare itself as such. But, whereas the two your real interest lies in something other
and in most of her fiction, including her friends in “Sula” live inside their rela than profit and waste. The flesh and the
1984 masterpiece, “Democracy”—believ tionship, Didion wrote about a woman spirit are on Grace’s mind; her terminal
ing that empirical truth exists is like be trying to enter into a friendship and a illness no doubt contributes to our sense
lieving that the water in a mirage will kind of love with another woman who that, for her, the day is a long night filled
satisfy your thirst. What interests her is is ultimately unknowable. A sixtyyear with questions about being, questions she
why people still want to drink it. Cer old American expatriate living in the fic attaches to her memories of Charlotte.
tainly Charlotte Douglas does. Char tional Central American city of Boca Referred to by the locals as “la norte
lotte is the person whom the book’s Grande, Grace inhabits an atmosphere americana,” Charlotte, during the brief
narrator, Grace StrasserMendana, is re of “opaque equatorial light.” Boca Grande, time that Grace knows her, is a perfect
ferring to when she says, at the start of a sort of ersatz movie set, has no real his denizen of Boca Grande. Pretty, ginger
the novel, “I will be her witness.” When tory; its airport is a way station between haired, she seems to have no past, though
I first read those words, that longago more desirable destinations. A stomp she has an intense interest in the past,
summer, I was struck, as I am now, by ing ground for arms dealers and rich which spills over to the present and infects
the feminist ethos behind them: I will people with offshore accounts, Boca the future. She believes in institutions
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and conventionality, but they don’t be “demonstrable answers are common is one that Didion discovered as a teen
lieve in her. She has a daughter, Marin— place and ‘personality’ absent.” She adds: ager, while reading Ernest Hemingway.
modelled on Patricia Hearst—who has I am interested for example in learning that Writing about Hemingway in this mag
disappeared after participating in a plane such a “personality” trait as fear of the dark ex- azine in 1998, Didion noted:
hijacking. Charlotte fills that absence ists irrelative to patterns of child-rearing in the The very grammar of a Hemingway sen-
with invention: she makes up a version Mato Grosso or in Denver, Colorado. . . . Fear tence dictated, or was dictated by, a certain
of Marin who is forever a child. Char of the dark is an arrangement of fifteen amino way of looking at the world, a way of looking
acids. Fear of the dark is a protein. I once di- but not joining, a way of moving through but
lotte’s husband, Leonard, isn’t around agrammed this protein for Charlotte. “I don’t
much, either. When asked about him at not attaching, a kind of romantic individual-
quite see why calling it a protein makes it any ism distinctly adapted to its time and source.
one of many cocktail parties, Charlotte different,” Charlotte said, her eyes flickering co-
says carelessly, “He runs guns. I wish vertly back to a battered Neiman-Marcus Christ- Charlotte’s failure is that she attaches.
they had caviar.” That Charlotte is a mas catalogue she had received in the mail that She can’t move through in the way that
morning in May. . . . “I mean I don’t quite see
mystery to Grace is part of the story: your point.” Grace can, or believes she can. Charlotte
what sense can be made of a woman I explained my point. has her own stories to tell, but how can
who spends half her time at the airport, “I’ve never been afraid of the dark,” Char- you give force or form to a piece of writ
watching planes take off for other places? lotte said after a while, and then, tearing out a ing when you’re immune to veracity? You
Grace tries to shape these fragments and photograph of a small child in a crocheted dress: can only write fantasy, tell the world not
“This would be pretty on Marin.”
images of Charlotte into a coherent Since Marin was the child Charlotte had lost who you are but who you want to be.
whole because she loves her, though she to history and was at the time of her disappear- Charlotte’s fantasy includes the convic
has no real language to express that love ance eighteen years old, I could only conclude tion that her strange and troubling fam
and Charlotte isn’t around to receive it. that Charlotte did not care to pursue my point. ily is a family. “In many ways writing is
“A Book of Common Prayer” is an act Also, for the record, Charlotte was afraid the act of saying I, of imposing oneself
of the dark.
of journalistic reconstruction disguised upon other people, of saying listen to me,
as fiction: a Graham Greene story within Facts don’t necessarily reveal who we see it my way, change your mind,” Didion
a V. S. Naipaul novel, but told from a are, but our contradictions almost always noted in her wonderful 1976 essay “Why
woman’s perspective, or two women’s per do: it’s the warring self—the self that’s I Write.” “There’s no getting around the
spectives, if you believe Charlotte, which capable of both caring for others and in fact that setting words on paper is the
you shouldn’t. In a review of “The Exe tense selfinterest—that makes a story. tactic of a secret bully, an invasion.” Char
cutioner’s Song,” Norman Mailer’s 1979 And if Grace is drawn to anything it’s a lotte composes several “Letters from Cen
book about the Utah murderer Gary story; narrative—investigating it, creat tral America,” with a view to having The
Gilmore, Didion writes, of life in the ing it—gives her something to live for. New Yorker publish her reportorially soft,
West, “Men tend to shoot, get shot, push Part of what so captivates me about “A inaccurate work, but the editors decline.
off, move on. Women pass down stories.” Book of Common Prayer” is that, on Charlotte’s ineptitude doesn’t keep us
This is true of life in Boca Grande, too. some level, it’s a book about writing, from rooting for her, though, because,
Grace wants to pass down what she knows which captures Didion’s love of cerebral despite it all, she doesn’t complain and
about Charlotte and, thereby, what she thrillerromances, such as Joseph Con never loses heart, and how many of us
might know about herself. And yet some rad’s 1915 tale “Victory” or Carol Reed’s could do the same, if, like Charlotte, we
of the drama rests, of course, in what she 1949 film version of Graham Greene’s loved a child who couldn’t love us, or
can’t know. After marrying, Grace says, “The Third Man,” in which a man tries married a man who was indifferent to
she pursued biochemistry on an amateur to piece together the story of his friend’s our pain? Grace’s sometimes smug re
level. The field appeals to her because life. But the dominant ethos of the novel sponses to Charlotte’s highheeled strolls
into political and emotional quicksand
are more upsetting than Charlotte’s mis
takes, because Grace believes she knows
better, when, in fact, no one does. What
Charlotte teaches Grace, directly and in
directly, is that, no matter how much you
want to tell the truth—or, at least, your
truth—the world will twist and distort
your story. Didion closes her most love
lorn and visceral novel with Grace say
ing, with sad finality, “I have not been
the witness I wanted to be.”
CASUALTIES
in that of “Theater of Operations.” The
simpler the subject, as a rule, the more
amenable to creative recollection and
What can art tell us about war? refinement. The PS1 show, curated with
abundant wall texts by Peter Eleey and
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL Ruba Katrib, sputters with attempts to
seize on tractable aspects of a daunt-
ing complexity. Most informative are
scrappy works by Iraqi artists whose
struggle to make art becomes a subject
in itself. A fledgling art world in Bagh-
dad in the nineteen-eighties, led by paint-
ers bent on adapting Western modern-
ism to native traditions, succumbed not
to violence but to deprivation under the
sanctions that were imposed on Iraq by
the United Nations in the period be-
tween the wars.
With access to the outside world
choked off and even rudimentary art
materials all but unobtainable, Iraqis,
including the superb painter Hanaa
Malallah, developed varieties of dafatir
(notebooks): ruggedly handmade books
that are like the dream diaries of con-
stricted personal lives and thwarted ar-
tistic aspirations. Malallah immigrated
to the U.K. in 2006. A new work by her,
“She/He Has No Picture” (2019), am-
plifies the dafatir aesthetic to generate
a wall-filling array of portraits, drawn
on scorched canvas, that are derived
from photographs of some of the more
have rarely looked forward with less days of mutually entangled art and pol- than four hundred civilians who, in 1991,
I appetite to any art show than I did
to “Theater of Operations: The Gulf
itics, of a show that centers on hard his-
torical fact rather than on curatorial
were killed in an air-raid shelter by a
U.S. “bunker-buster” bomb—whether
Wars, 1991-2011,” which fills the Mu- themes or theories. The idea promised on purpose or in error remains a mat-
seum of Modern Art’s PS1 annex, in acid tests. Might art afford new things ter for debate, while not mattering to
Long Island City, with more than three to know and new ways to feel about them. The raw authenticity of the da-
hundred works by eighty-two contem- matters that are so dismaying and de- fatir clashes with the comfortable so-
porary artists, including thirty-six Iraqis pressing that they hobble the brain and phistication of works by European and
and Kuwaitis. Why revisit the concat- lock down the heart? And might it do American artists who respond far more
enating disasters in Iraq for which my so without sacrificing the aesthetic and to media reportage of the wars than
nation bears responsibility: the blitz spiritual cultivation that is art’s reason they do to the wars themselves. Excep-
that drove Saddam Hussein’s troops out for being? tions include the veteran British graphic
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND GALERIE ST. ETIENNE
of Kuwait in 1991 (remember when he Not really, on all counts. There’s the artist Sue Coe, who finds focus for her
seemed the worst person in the world, sour news, which is complicated by tan- classic Expressionism and her lifelong
several human beasts ago?), and the gential sensations of grotesquerie and sorrow and anger at human barbarities.
full-on invasion of 2003, whose terrible elegance, fury and poignance, and, per- But, for the most part, a sort of clammy
consequences have not ceased since haps, of philosophical insight. “Poetry vicariousness reigns.
Barack Obama declared an end to Amer- makes nothing happen,” W. H. Auden What made the Gulf War and the
ican combat involvement in 2010? But wrote. The same goes for visual and— Iraq War different from others in the
I boarded the No. 7 train with wary cu- rife in the show—conceptual art. But, immemorial annals of human atrocious-
riosity, piqued by the novelty, in these of course, things make poetry and art ness? (At points in the show, I found
myself disgusted with our animal spe-
Sue Coe’s “Bomb Shelter,” from 1991, appears in PS1’s show about the Gulf wars. cies.) Super-duper technology, of course.
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A BEAM OF MUSIC
other people’s. Some of ECM’s best disks
were made in league with the Norwe-
gian recording engineer Jan Erik Kong-
The Danish String Quartet extends the ECM sound. shaug, who died earlier this month.
Just as important is Eicher’s knack for
BY ALEX ROSS sustaining long-term relationships with
artists. In the jazz world, to record for
ECM was to enter a community of the
elect, bridging gaps between freewheel-
ing European sophisticates and veteran
American progressives. At the beginning
of November, Jazz at Lincoln Center
hosted a celebration of ECM, bringing
in a remarkable parade of notables. Jack
DeJohnette and Wadada Leo Smith,
elder statesmen from the Association for
the Advancement of Creative Musicians,
joined such eclectic younger stars as Vijay
Iyer, Ethan Iverson, and Craig Taborn.
Indeed, too much talent was crowded
into one evening. When the unclassifiable
Meredith Monk came onstage, to per-
form “Gotham Lullaby,” from her ep-
ochal 1981 record, “Dolmen Music,” I
wanted her to keep going indefinitely.
Eicher’s achievement in the classical
sphere has equal weight. When, in 1984,
he began championing the music of
Pärt, he also launched a multi-decade
partnership with the Latvian violinist
Gidon Kremer, who went on to explore
the haunted worlds of Mieczysław Wein-
berg, Sofia Gubaidulina, and Giya
Kancheli. In time, ECM’s house artists
set down landmarks not only in new
music but also in the core repertory. If I
were naming my favorite albums of Bach’s
he German record label Edition of sparse notes—was consistent to the point solo-string music, I might begin with
T Contemporary Music, or ECM,
which recently celebrated its fiftieth an-
of self-parody. Circa 1999, no sophisti-
cated stereo stand was complete with-
Kremer’s 2005 account of the sonatas and
partitas. I then would have to choose be-
niversary, first made its name with ele- out an ECM CD showing, say, a picture tween Thomas Demenga’s traversal of
gant, atmospheric jazz albums that turned of a collapsed stone wall. the cello suites and Kim Kashkashian’s
away from the melee of the post-bop Stock images aside, ECM is one of rendition of them on viola. András Schiff
avant-garde. Its most famous product, the greatest labels in the history of re- has recorded revelatory Schubert on the
from 1974, was Keith Jarrett’s “The Köln cording. Manfred Eicher, who founded fortepiano; Carolin Widmann and Dénes
Concert,” which, to its creator’s chagrin, ECM and remains its sole proprietor, Várjon made a ferociously potent disk of
became a mellow soundtrack to innu- has forged a syncretic vision in which the Schumann violin sonatas.
merable make-out sessions and coffee- jazz and classical traditions intelligently As the decades have gone by, the ques-
house transactions. ECM also estab- intermingle. ECM’s catalogue of some tion of an “ECM aesthetic” has receded.
lished itself as a purveyor of classical sixteen hundred albums contains abra- What matters most is Eicher’s relent-
minimalism, with best-selling disks de- sive sounds as well as soothing ones, less commitment to fostering artists he
voted to Steve Reich and Arvo Pärt. The clouds of dissonance alongside shimmer- admires. His monumental documenta-
label’s austere design aesthetic—block ing triads. All benefit from a crisply re- tion of Monk’s career may prove to be
letters, black-and-white photography, verberant acoustic in which an instru- his proudest legacy. Like the best book
editors, theatre directors, and gallery cu-
The Danes bring tonal heft and rhythmic vigor to late Beethoven. rators, he offers talented people both a
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stable foundation and a space for inde- tapose Bachian counterpoint with Ros-
pendent expression. In a recent inter- sinian frivolity. Conventional wisdom
view with Downbeat, Eicher reiterated holds that players must have decades of
his simple, deep philosophy: “It is all experience to do this music justice, but
about curiosity. It began that way and I younger ensembles often thrive on its
am still pursuing that. I am always search- kaleidoscopic, dial-spinning nature.
ing for new sounds.” At the same time, the Danes have no
trouble stepping outside worldly realms
t first glance, the four young and into zones of rapt contemplation.
A Scandinavians who form the Dan-
ish String Quartet—Frederik Øland,
The Adagio of Opus 127 is taken at a
riskily slow tempo, yet it unfolds in long-
Fredrik Schøyen Sjölin, Rune Tonsgaard breathed lyric arcs. The Cavatina of Opus
Sørensen, and Asbjørn Nørgaard—seem 130 is steeped in unaffected Old World
to be unlikely additions to ECM’s mo- style, with throaty portamento slides Handcrafted, timeless design.
nastic lineup. They are an informal, from note to note. The wrenching sec-
shaggy-haired lot, resembling an in- tion marked “beklemmt”—oppressed, an-
die-rock band more than a chamber guished—curls inward toward silence, Visit our Maine
showrooms,
group. During a recent West Coast tour, with bows brushing on the strings in or request a
they took time off to attend a football whispered gasps. The great hymnal complimentary
game at the University of California, chords that underpin these slow move- Nationwide white catalog @
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Berkeley. In an introductory note for ments are tuned with extraordinary care,
their ECM project “Prism,” which is delivering a chiaroscuro of resonance.
centered on Beethoven’s late quartets, Earlier this month, the Danes pre- c h il to n s .co m 866-883-3366
they describe the works in question as sented a spellbinding live version of
“mind-blowing.” They fall into fluent “Prism II” at Cal Performances, in Ber-
ECM-speak, though, when they offer keley. They began with Bach’s Fugue in
the image of “a beam of music . . . split B Minor, from the first book of the
through Beethoven’s prism.” “Well-Tempered Clavier.” Beethoven may
The Danes are, in fact, musicians of well have had Bach’s fugue subject in
impeccable refinement, and the first two mind when he wrote the Grosse Fuge,
“Prism” releases suggest a major cycle in the original finale of Opus 130. Schnittke,
the making. Each disk sets Beethoven in turn, weaves that theme into his quar-
alongside a later composer: “Prism I” tet.The Danes, playing with nerve-fraying
pairs the Opus 127 Quartet with Shos- intensity, created the impression of a su-
takovich’s spectral Fifteenth Quartet; per-quartet spanning centuries. In Feb-
“Prism II” places Opus 130 next to Al- ruary, they will perform Beethoven’s en-
fred Schnittke’s fraught Third Quartet. tire quartet cycle at the Chamber Music
There is nothing novel in pointing out Society of Lincoln Center. Those concerts
the visionary quality of late Beethoven. will be worth hearing, though the “Prism”
Yet the Danes complicate the narrative project would have been more welcome. AD VERT IS EMEN T
by including, at the start of each install- How long can ECM go on making
ment, an arrangement of a fugue by Bach, records of this calibre? Eicher is seventy-
thereby emphasizing not only Beetho- six, and he is still involved in every as-
ven’s premonitions of the future but also pect of his business. His imprimatur re-
his consciousness of the past. Prior ECM tains its power: the only biographical text
releases might have inspired the format: on the home page of the Danish Quar-
Demenga has linked Bach to contem- tet’s Web site is “ECM Recording Art- WHAT’S THE
porary composers, and Kashkashian has
blended Schumann with György Kurtág.
ists.” Although producers of Eicher’s dis-
cernment are rare, a successor might be BIG IDEA?
Not unexpectedly, the members of found. The bigger question is whether Small space has big rewards.
the Danish Quartet bring tonal heft and record companies remain viable economic
rhythmic vigor to the proceedings. Their enterprises in the age of streaming, which
Beethoven is no cosmic enigma: you reg- has reduced royalties to a pittance. Con-
ister the physicality of his stomping os- sumers show more fealty to apps and
tinatos, the off-kilter drive of his dance media conglomerates than to labels and
movements, the playful abruptness of his artists. I’d recommend one of the Dan- TO FIND OUT MORE, CONTACT
JILLIAN GENET | 305.520.5159
stylistic transitions. Beethoven practiced ish Quartet’s disks for holiday shopping, jgenet@zmedia-inc.com
polystylism long before Schnittke em- but the days of giving music as a gift
ployed that term: the late quartets jux- seem to be drawing to a close.
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FINDING FORSTER
tirely successful, play in two parts (di-
rected by Stephen Daldry, at the Ethel
Barrymore), which is based on “How-
“The Inheritance” transports “Howards End” to millennial New York. ards End.” The accuser is Toby Darling
(Andrew Burnap), a gay millennial
BY ALEXANDRA SCHWARTZ writer; Forster, here called Morgan (Paul
Hilton), the name used by his intimates,
is present as a kind of spiritual godfa-
ther made flesh. “Just imagine what
would have happened if you had pub-
lished a gay novel in your lifetime!”Toby
rages. “You might have toppled moun-
tains. You might even have saved lives.”
Morgan concedes the point but knows
that Toby still needs his blessing. “Tell
your story bravely,” he says, and is gone.
Lopez, who is forty-two, was smart
to see in Forster’s tale of two maverick
sisters living in London at the start of
the last century a template for the one
he wants to tell about gay men in New
York today. Though “Howards End” was
published in 1910, it feels bracingly con-
temporary, in part because it deals so
frankly with things that are still central
to our lives: money, class, desire, and, as
the ideal manifestation of all of the above,
real estate. As “The Inheritance” begins,
Toby is partying at a glamorous Hamp-
tons house owned by an older couple,
Henry Wilcox ( John Benjamin Hickey)
and Walter Poole (Hilton again, doing
double duty in a wide-legged brown
suit). Drunk on Martinis and on this
glimpse of the high life, Toby leaves a
series of ecstatic voice mails for his boy-
friend, Eric Glass (Kyle Soller).
t’s rare for good fiction to come with “bodily passion” might unleash. His self Where Toby is impulsive and wild,
I a credo, rarer still for that credo to be
worth remembering, but “Only connect,”
is split; her goal is to help him unify it.
Forster, an orthodox Edwardian styl-
nursing wounds from a past that he
keeps secret, Eric is a stable, openhearted
the maxim at the heart of E. M. For- ist among the modernist Bloomsbury homebody. Employed at a friend’s social-
ster’s masterpiece “Howards End,” lodged wrecking crew, was a gay man who wrote justice-advocacy firm, he’s “terminally
long ago in the cultural mainstream. It five of his six novels before he allowed middle class,” with impeccable creden-
sounds like a political slogan, something himself to pursue his own bodily pas- tials—Westchester, Fieldston, Yale—and,
to print on a T-shirt; its true meaning, sion, late in his thirties. One of those miraculously, a roomy, rent-stabilized
though, is personal. The phrase occurs books, “Maurice,” told the story of two apartment on the Upper West Side, in-
to Margaret Schlegel, Forster’s icono- men in love, but Forster refused to let it herited from his beloved grandmother.
clastic, oddball heroine, as she reflects be published until after his death, in Eric sentimentalizes family, and badly
on Henry Wilcox, the widowed busi- 1970. With that in mind, you could read wants one of his own. During an ath-
nessman she has decided to marry. Wil- “Only connect” as the writer’s plaintive letic bout of sex, ingeniously staged by
cox is orderly and good-humored, but command to himself, tragically unful- Daldry, using contact-improvisation-
he has cultivated a worldly persona while filled. Or, with the winds of modern mo- style moves as physical metaphor, Eric
neglecting his soul. Like Freud, Marga- rality at your back, you could lambaste asks Toby to marry him. He has spent
ret can see that sex—or its repression— Forster as a hypocrite and a coward who seven years supporting Toby, who has
is at the root of the problem: Wilcox charged his characters with doing what been writing an autobiographical novel,
fears the dark, disruptive power that he himself could not. That is what hap- “Loved Boy,” and who is now trying to
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adapt it for the stage. To Eric, marriage the house and to care for them as they
seems a fait accompli, but when Toby died. Later, Eric visits the property (it MAKE CHANGE
FOR CHILDREN
senses the cage of intimacy lowering is represented onstage by a doll’s house)
over him he bolts. and is surprised to hear someone call his
Readers of Forster’s novel will recog- name. What follows is a magical com-
nize, in the magnetic, vain Toby, some munion of the living and the dead, one
of the qualities of Helen, the reckless of the most moving stage pictures I’ve
younger Schlegel sister, and, in Eric, those seen: a special effect that relies not on
of the more grounded, cerebral Margaret. technical wizardry but on the power of
But though Lopez has drawn on For- bodies sharing the same space for a brief,
ster’s characters and plot, he isn’t afraid impossible moment in time.
to break from his source—Leonard Bast,
Forster’s pathetic, impoverished clerk, ll told, “The Inheritance” is a seven-
who gets enmeshed with the Schlegels,
for instance, has been turned into two
A hour affair—nine, if you see it in
one day, with a break for dinner—and,
characters, a guileful actor and an abused although I recommend the first half
sex worker (Samuel H. Levine takes on without reservation, it may not be worth
both roles)—and to have quippy, comic your while, or your dollars, to return for
fun with it. the second, in which Lopez lets his fleet,
Even Forster enjoys himself—at least, funny sensibility settle into something
Lopez’s Morgan does. He presides over regrettably more teachy and preachy.
the first part of the play, guiding and en- There’s a pandering, stagy political de-
couraging the men onstage. His pres- bate and too many Big Messages wrapped
ence makes literal Lopez’s theme of cul- in tearful professions. The tone turns
tural transmission and community, which saccharine and then, with a sex-work
is on display everywhere in the play, most subplot that could be ripped from a nine-
clearly in its staging. Though the set is teenth-century penny dreadful, maud-
almost propless, the vast Barrymore stage lin. “I wasted so much time,” one char-
essentially transformed into a black box, acter says, and another tells him, “You
Daldry (with the help of Bob Crowley, have so much left.” A monologue deliv-
the play’s designer) makes the space feel ered by Margaret (Lois Smith), the for-
amply inhabited, grouping any off-duty merly homophobic mother of one of
members of his exuberant, winning cast Walter’s hospice patients and the sole
of fourteen around the raised platform woman to appear in the play, tugs so ge-
where the action takes place. Sitting nerically at the heartstrings that it had
cross-legged on cushions, they look like me rolling my eyes. Stripped of specific-
they are out to dinner at a Japanese ity, the speech feels like moral coddling,
restaurant, though they behave more like a self-congratulatory display of penance
ballroom scenesters, hooting and snap- for the like-minded audience to eat up.
ping at what they see. Forster was concerned with moral Give children like Jasmine
Sex, in Forster’s novel, is a twin force harm, and with the difficult necessity of
of death and life, but metaphorically so. trying to forgive it. For all his intelli-
a brighter future.
There is nothing figurative about that gence and sensitivity, Lopez dodges that
Tiny Jasmine from the Philippines was
binary for Lopez’s men, who belong to particular challenge, letting the produc-
quiet and lethargic. A Save the Children
a generation that came after the one tive conflict between Eric’s idealism and health worker diagnosed her with
decimated by aids. Still, with Truvada Henry’s grizzled, cynical pragmatism acute malnutrition. Today she’s a busy
and other antiretrovirals, most of them dissipate, rather than resolve. To only ball of energy, and she loves to cook
take their health for granted; the past is, connect with those who agree with you with her mom. Find out how one small
if not buried, at least contained. For Eric, may be the motto we deserve these days, act from you can create a ripple
however, it becomes increasingly real, but it is not one that bodes well. Like of change that spreads to children,
especially after he grows close to Wal- Forster, who was determined to give the families and communities like Jasmine’s.
ter, who has moved into an apartment lovers in “Maurice” a happy ending, Lopez
above his. Walter tells Eric that, in the doles out contentment and redemption.
eighties, at the height of the plague, he How much more satisfying it would have
savethechildren.org/change
and Henry bought a house upstate where been if he had asked his audience to con- #changealife
they could live together in protected iso- sider what makes redemption matter:
lation. Soon, though, Walter, repulsed not just coming to the “right” point of
CHANGING A LIFE LASTS A LIFETIME
by his own weakness, began, against view but having made the effort to look,
Henry’s wishes, to invite sick friends to to think, to struggle, and then to change.
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mances are pulpy and close to overripe. bothered to learn her country of origin; them, “monsters of arrogance and cru-
“The game’s afoot, eh, Watson?” Blanc one says Uruguay, another Paraguay, and elty, whose only function in the world
exclaims, and unblushingly whips out a so on. She’s foreign, and that’s enough. was to deprive me of my birthright.”
magnifying glass to inspect a rug. In What none of them are equipped to re- Working through the list, and slaying
short, the film is all too much, as if the alize is that she’s good, and that her good- them one by one, will not be a problem.
director were half mocking the genre ness—which Blanc, being a detective, Why should it be? What counts is the
that he reveres. While fulfilling the de- suspects from the start—will help him manner of slaughter, and—this being
mands of the mystery form—his plot crack the case. Virtue is never easy to the most courteous of films—the vital
locks into position, with a fiendish and depict, but Ana de Armas does a touch- importance of never mislaying one’s cool.
gratifying click—he’s also using it to tell ing and plausible job, glancing nicely Also, not a droplet of blood must be
a different sort of tale. off Craig, and I look forward to seeing shown. That would be intolerably vulgar.
The tenor of that tale is political, and them both again soon for the next 007 The movie is famed for many rea-
it will be interesting to see how “Knives adventure, in which de Armas takes a sons, eight of them being the charac-
Out,” sumptuous and diverting as it is, major role. Will it allow her to mooch ters played by Alec Guinness. Think of
plays in the heartland. Though Donald around in sweaters, sneakers, and jeans, the Cheshire Cat leaving eight separate
Trump is not named, he is discussed, in as she does for most of “Knives Out”? smiles in the air. Given that Hamer was
predictably raucous tones, and what I fear not. gay and alcoholic—not the most com-
matters about Harlan is not merely how fortable of compounds, in postwar Brit-
he perished but how his kinfolk behave ith an election year looming, a ain—it is, perhaps, little surprise that
once his influence—clever, mild, and
sportive, as you would expect with Plum-
W dilemma has arisen. What shall
we do with the undeserving rich? Tax
“Kind Hearts and Coronets” should have
endured as the locus classicus of sub-
mer in the part—is removed. The an- ’em to the hilt? Or give ’em a tax break, terfuge, deceit, and the charm of the
swer is that they scrap like rats in a sack. to cushion the agony of affluence? unspoken. I regard it as the best Oscar
After one relative claims to have built “Knives Out” leaves them bamboozled Wilde film ever made, despite its not
a business “from the ground up,” an- and marooned, but, if that response being adapted from Wilde. Drownings,
other retorts that it began with a mil- strikes you as insufficiently robust, I explosions, and poisonings, their ethi-
lion-dollar loan from Harlan. (Remind recommend “Kind Hearts and Coro- cal status barely mentioned, let alone
you of anyone?) The Thrombeys don’t nets.” Robert Hamer’s merciless mas- chastised, roll by like carriages in the
even have the encrusted dignity of old terpiece of 1949, set in Edwardian En- park. The comedy is as black as widow’s
money; Blanc, told that he is now in gland, and screening in a new print at weeds. Artfulness is all.
their “ancestral home,” laughs heartily Film Forum, is nothing if not prag- If you are unfamiliar with “Kind
and points out that Harlan bought it matic. The cure for inequality, accord- Hearts and Coronets,” the question is
from a Pakistani businessman in 1988. ing to this film, is serial assassination. not whether making the trip to Film
This sardonic approach is not with- Dennis Price plays Louis Mazzini, Forum to see it is worth your while. The
out risks, and the movie’s polished sur- whose beloved mother, having married question is how stiff a penalty should
face, to my eye, bears a sheen of smug- beneath her, was cast aside by the noble be levied upon you by the City of New
ness. Regardless of the whodunnit, we clan to which she had the honor to be- York should you fail to do so. My per-
are left in no doubt as to where true long. After she dies, Louis decides to sonal view is that a brief prison sen-
villainy lies, and the title might as well hallow her memory by sidling back into tence would not be too harsh. There re-
have been “Wealth Kills.” What res- the family and becoming the Duke of ally is no excuse.
cues the film, rooting it in moral hon- Chalfont: a simple task, slightly impeded
esty, is the presence of Marta. The by those tiresome souls whose claim is NEWYORKER.COM
Thrombeys, needless to say, can’t be more immediate than his—or, as he calls Richard Brody blogs about movies.
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