Professional Documents
Culture Documents
6 GOINGS ON
9 THE TALK OF THE TOWN
Steve Coll on Israel and President Biden;
Luddites in Bushwick; many states of mind;
the art of quilting; expectation meets reality.
PERSONAL HISTORY
Yiyun Li 14 If Not Now, Later
The consolations of gardening.
SHOUTS & MURMURS
Henry Alford 19 “My Name Is Barbra,” Excerpted
THE CONTROL OF NATURE
Elizabeth Kolbert 20 Needful Things
The price the planet pays for the stuff we want.
THE POLITICAL SCENE
Jonathan Blitzer 24 The Wrestler
Jim Jordan’s pugnacious role in the House.
A REPORTER AT LARGE
Evan Osnos 34 China’s Age of Malaise
Life under the repressive rule of Xi Jinping.
FICTION
Emma Cline 46 “Upstate”
THE CRITICS
BOOKS
Hua Hsu 54 The authorized biography of Tupac Shakur.
57 Briefly Noted
Rebecca Mead 59 Making the case for marriage.
Rivka Galchen 63 A new book from the creator of “Calvin and Hobbes.”
MUSICAL EVENTS
Alex Ross 66 “Madama Butterfly” in an innovative staging.
THE ART WORLD
Jackson Arn 68 “Henry Taylor: B Side,” at the Whitney.
THE CURRENT CINEMA
Anthony Lane 70 Martin Scorsese’s “Killers of the Flower Moon.”
POEMS
Taras Shevchenko 28 “And the Sky”
Carmen Maria Machado 41 “Meat Eater No. 5”
COVER
Mark Ulriksen “Spooky Spiral”
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CONTRIBUTORS
Evan Osnos (“China’s Age of Malaise,” Jonathan Blitzer (“The Wrestler,” p. 24)
p. 34) writes about politics and foreign became a staff writer in 2017. His first
affairs for the magazine. His latest book book, “Everyone Who Is Gone Is Here,”
is “Wildland.” is due out in January.
Yiyun Li (“If Not Now, Later,” p. 14) Elizabeth Kolbert (“Needful Things,”
received a 2022 PEN/Malamud Award. p. 20), a staff writer, won the 2015 Pu-
Her latest collection of short stories, litzer Prize for general nonfiction for
“Wednesday’s Child,” was published “The Sixth Extinction.” Her latest book
in September. is “Under a White Sky.”
Mark Ulriksen (Cover) is an artist and Henry Alford (Shouts & Murmurs,
an illustrator. His art will appear in p. 19), a humorist and a journalist, has
“Pawsibilities Unleashed: A Pet Por- contributed to the magazine for more
trait Exhibition,” which opens at the than twenty years.
Disney Family Museum next month.
Nina Mesfin (The Talk of the Town,
Emma Cline (Fiction, p. 46) is the au- p. 12) is a member of The New Yorker’s
thor of, most recently, “The Guest.” editorial staff.
Steve Coll (Comment, p. 9), a staff writer, Taras Shevchenko (Poem, p. 28) was a
is a two-time winner of the Pulitzer writer, an artist, and a political figure
Prize. His next book, “The Achilles whose works include “Kobzar” and
Trap,” is due out in February. “Haidamaki.” He is widely considered a
founding figure in Ukrainian literature.
Carmen Maria Machado (Poem, p. 41)
is the author of a collection of stories, Rebecca Mead (Books, p. 59), a staff
“Her Body and Other Parties,” and a writer since 1997, most recently pub-
memoir, “In the Dream House.” lished “Home/Land.”
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THE MAIL good winter
FIT TO SERVE acknowledgment of the parallels in
fad diets that overwhelmingly affect
For many readers such as myself, Barry women (“Red Shift,” October 2nd).
Blitt’s recent cover depicting an en- As Singh notes, what we eat (and
feebled Donald Trump, Mitch Mc- how we think about food) continues
Connell, Nancy Pelosi, and Joe Biden to ref lect traditional gender roles.
using walkers was an example of both Carnivory may conjure “a mythical
ableism and ageism (October 2nd). time when men were manly and bod-
The fact that none of these politicians ies were fit,” but the incredible influ-
really do use walkers indicates that ence of such diets as keto, Paleo, and
the devices are there to stigmatize, low-fat on unhealthy eating habits
and that the cartoon is grounded in among women of all ages seems to
the assumption that those who use reflect our continued romanticiza-
assistive technology to walk are no tion of a past when a woman was
longer competent. It makes an unex- valued entirely for her physical ap-
amined connection between physical pearance.
condition and mental capability. On If we can understand “meatf lu-
the contrary, walkers enable many peo- encers” as the manifestation of out-
ple to pursue their work and interests. dated but ruthlessly persistent con-
Not to mention that a very famous ceptions of manliness, we can look to
President used a wheelchair to accom- the many thousands of female “gym
plish the things that he did. girl” influencers and “What I eat in
Jerrold Hirsch a day” TikTokers as their counterpart.
Kirksville, Mo. Katharine Nichols
Charlottesville, Va.
As someone who regularly incorpo- 1
rates articles from The New Yorker REVOLUTIONARY INCITEMENT
into my teaching of English at the
high-school and college levels, I was In his review of Ian Johnson’s book
first snowfall,
disappointed to see Blitt’s recent cover. about underground historians in
The irony of the illustration lies in China, Ian Buruma refers to the title at the end of frosty fall.
the fact that, even as it attempts to of one journal, Spark, and says that its the people go out,
denigrate older politicians by depict- name derives from a common Chi- dodging snowballs,
ing them using walkers, it actually nese expression, “A single spark can wearing lovely shawls.
shows four determined individuals start a prairie f ire” (Books, Octo- amid children’s laughter,
still very much “in the race.” The at- ber 2nd). It would surprise me if the
the people call:
tempt at bipartisanship and gender editors of Spark were unaware that
equity was not lost on me, but the use there was an antecedent journal with good winter,
of age as the lowest common denom- the same name—Iskra, in Russian— good winter, to all!
inator of those who support repro- established by Vladimir Lenin and
ductive rights and fair immigration fellow socialists in exile, in 1900. The
laws and those who seek to annihi- name of Lenin’s journal came from a
late such measures struck me as in- line by the Decembrist revolutionary
appropriately reductive. Alexander Odoevsky: “One spark will New York City Holiday Pop-up
Catherine Civello start a flame.” November 24 – December 16
Sacramento, Calif. Joseph Scott 247A Elizabeth Street
1 Oakland, Calif. Soho
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popularity of all-meat diets, his ar- any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
made by hand in the USA
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glassybaby.com/thenewyorker
sion. Her début, “Lost & Found,” from 2018,
announced her as a mesmeric performer with
GOINGS ON delicate, layered R. & B. songs animated by a
soothing but authoritative voice, earning her a
OCTOBER 25 – 31, 2023 Best New Artist nomination at the Grammys.
“Well no one can understand confusion like I
do / These blue days are my truth,” she sings on
“Tomorrow,” hinting at a clearheadedness amid
emotional turmoil. On “falling or flying,” Smith’s
songs are even more vibrant and attentive, and
on such confessionals as “GO GO GO” and “Too
What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. many times” she channels both poignance and
resilience in every single breath.—Sheldon Pearce
(Apollo Theatre; Oct. 26.)
Ralph Lee, an avant-garde puppeteer and the founder of New York City’s
Village Halloween Parade, died in May, at age eighty-seven. He left THE THEATRE | The artist nicHi douglas’s im-
mersive, inward-turning choreopoem “(pray)”
behind quite a legacy: what started in 1974 as small “transient entertain- evokes a new kind of church service. In the show,
ment” has, fifty years later, ballooned into the world’s largest Halloween a bevy of intergenerational Black women and
parade and a beloved institution. Lee launched the event, in partnership femmes—all dressed in their baby-blue Sunday
finest—conduct a song-and-dance-filled liturgy,
with Theatre for the New City, as a bohemian happening featuring D.I.Y. as a praise leader, played by the overwhelming
puppets and eccentric floats; now it’s a massive spooky-season tentpole singer S T A R R Busby, who composes with
that floods the West Village with costumed revellers, live music, and hectic the jazz intellect JJJJJerome Ellis, guides them
in reconstructed gospel. “This little shine o’
hoopla. If you feel moved to join the throng, the festivities begin on Oct. 31 might / I’m gonna let it light,” the marvellous
at 7 p.m., at the corner of Canal Street and Sixth Avenue.—Rachel Syme cast sing, both ecstatic and deliberately opaque,
or they offer responsive readings in Christianity,
Black matriarchy, and slavery. The holiest ac-
tions are hidden away in a copse of huge onstage
trees—the rite thus retains, in moments both
transformative and frustrating, a deep sense of
privacy.—Helen Shaw (Ars Nova @ Greenwich
House; through Oct. 28.)
their talents on middling laughs. Gad and Ran- climbing wall, a high wire, and a cast of acrobats Islamist ideology rose to prominence; Olfa’s two
nells play friends who have written a poorly who erect human towers and toss one another eldest daughters, who were teen-agers in the mid-
researched musical about Johannes Gutenberg through the air, but, instead of cymbal crashes twenty-tens, became devoutly religious, joined
and the invention of the printing press, and and gasps, there is spare music and soft landings. ISIS, and were arrested. Ben Hania tells the
they’ve rented out a theatre for one night in Not only is a man on a wire suspended high family’s story through interviews with Olfa and
the hope of attracting a producer. These guys above the ground—the whole production seems her two younger daughters, and through reënact-
are sweet, but neither has a discernible per- to float.—Brian Seibert (BAM’s Howard Gilman ments in which actresses play the absent daugh-
sonality, or even quirks of character, until the Opera House; Oct. 27-29.) ters and also Olfa, when scenes are too painful
show’s almost over. We watch their bad show, for her to relive. The real-life subjects, taking
waiting for the one surrounding it to get good. R. & B.| With Jorja Smith’s new album, “falling the lead in the restagings, deliver a revelatory,
It doesn’t.—Vinson Cunningham (James Earl Jones or flying,” the British singer has grown into a poignant blend of drama, memory, and self-scru-
Theatre; through Jan. 28.) master of a vulnerable yet collected self-expres- tiny.—Richard Brody (In limited release on Oct. 27.)
a mantilla looms over the bar), and it’s never look at prices, they are soberingly
all a little ridiculous in a way that could expensive, twenty to thirty dollars apiece;
be fun—if the restaurant didn’t seem to a few, made with a jamón iberico-infused
be working so hard to deflate any shred mezcal, climb to fifty dollars. For the cost
of amusement. This is unfortunate, be- of one ham-kissed glass, you can get a
cause playfulness is the most generous lordly portion of the actual meat, sliced
lens through which to consider the ex- tableside, precisely arranged in a vermil-
perience. Take the o-toro tuna wrapped lion nautilus, streaked with snowy fat. It’s
in poufs of cotton candy (total nonsense, funky and ferocious, the righteous king of
with flavors that fight one another), or aged hams. Such severe simplicity is, itself,
the dramatically vertical Japanese coffee a type of spectacle. Not another thing on NEWYORKER.COM/GO
siphon employed tableside to infuse a the menu is its equal. (Dishes $14-$65.) Sign up to receive the Goings On newsletter,
mushroom broth for a bowl of ramen— —Helen Rosner curated by our writers and editors, in your in-box.
victims: “infants in their mother’s arms, October 7th were like “fifteen 9/11s” rel-
grandparents in wheelchairs, Holocaust ative to the size of Israel’s population,
survivors abducted.” As the Israeli Air and that, as was true of many Americans
Force unleashed an unbridled counter- in 2001, many Israelis would understand-
attack in Gaza, the President also pledged ably feel an “all-consuming rage.” The
aid to besieged Palestinian civilians; ac- President also suggested reflection on
cording to Gaza’s health ministry, more the lessons of America’s post-9/11 over-
than twenty-five hundred women and reach: “While we sought justice and got
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 9
justice, we also made mistakes.” (He did gard that project as futile, if not danger- from the Oval Office. He spoke again
not elaborate, but the invasion of Iraq ously delusional. The Administrations of aid for Gaza’s civilians, and of the need
and the failed twenty-year war in Af- of Donald Trump and Joe Biden have for Israel to adhere to the laws of war,
ghanistan hardly needed to be named.) concentrated on fostering new diplo- but he offered no details. He conjured a
Israeli government spokesmen have said matic and economic ties between Israel future Middle East with better-con-
that their war aim is to end Hamas’s gov- and Arab states, including the United nected economies, “more predictable mar-
ernance of Gaza and to destroy the move- Arab Emirates, Morocco, and Bahrain. kets, more employment, less rage, less
ment’s military capabilities. Yet even if Another proposal—normalizing rela- grievances, less war.” In the shadow of
Israel bears the casualties and accepts the tions between Israel and Saudi Arabia— October 7th, it sounded like a self-sooth-
Palestinian civilian suffering that would was being discussed openly just before ing daydream, and the main point of his
be inflicted in order to achieve those the October 7th attack. (Spoiling an speech was a pitch for some seventy-five
goals, what will happen the day after? A Israeli-Saudi accord may have been part billion dollars of “urgent” new aid for Is-
renewed Israeli occupation would in- of Hamas’s motivation.) The Gaza war rael and Ukraine. Among other things,
flame Palestinians and the Arab world, will set the project back, but may not the President said, the aid would “sharpen
while the imposition of a new Palestin- bury it. Saudi and other Sunni Arab Israel’s qualitative military edge.” Biden’s
ian administration would be a highly un- leaders promote Palestinian rights and instinctive embrace of Israel in its un-
certain project. statehood, but they also fear Iran and precedented hour of crisis has been one
Since the end of the Cold War, U.S. despise the Muslim Brotherhood, the of the most confident performances of
Presidents have tried to steer toward a Islamist political movement of which his Presidency. But his foreign-policy
durable peace accord between Israelis Hamas is an offshoot. In private, they legacy will be shaped by what comes
and Palestinians—a negotiated “two- are unlikely to wring their hands over next, in a war in which his advice about
state solution” that would birth an inde- the fate of either Hamas or Hezbollah. restraint and calm deliberation may well
pendent Palestine, including Gaza.These Last Thursday, after returning home, be ignored by all the leaders involved.
days, many Palestinians and Israelis re- Biden delivered a prime-time address —Steve Coll
TECH SKEPTICS poverty,” Merchant said. “They were more from the audience. “You have to have
SMITHEREENS anti-poverty than they were anti-tech- something that’s, like, satisfying to
nology.” He thinks their rebellion, which smash,” he said. “I think we’re gonna
came after more peaceful attempts to save have to have a blast radius.” He supplied
their jobs failed, was “morally justified.” the front row with safety goggles.
He sees parallels in the present, in- One of the bar’s events managers,
cluding people throwing rocks at Goo- Quinton Counts, wasn’t fazed by the
gle’s employee buses, actors striking over potential for glass projectiles and flying
“ I ’m absolutely a Luddite,” the author
and columnist Brian Merchant said
streaming pay, writers protesting the use
of artificial intelligence, and activists plac-
motherboard shards. “We get it all,” he
said. “It’s Bushwick.”
the other day at an outdoor café in ing construction cones on driverless cars Two guys were sitting in the front
Brooklyn. He has long, brown hair and to scramble their computers. “That’s a row with cans of beer. One of them,
a goatee, and was wearing a plaid shirt Luddite tactic right there,” Merchant said. Christian Cmehil-Warn, an M.I.T. grad
over a T-shirt that read “The Luddites He was about to host what he called student with long hair and a red T-shirt,
Were Right.” On the chair next to him a Luddite Tribunal at Starr Bar, around said that he worried about A.I. being
sat an HP printer. the corner, to celebrate his new book,
Merchant feels that the original Lud- “Blood in the Machine,” about the his-
dites, early-nineteenth-century cloth- tory of the movement. Merchant and
makers who raided British factories and other tech critics—the artist Molly Crab-
destroyed the new machines that were apple; the podcast host Edward On-
replacing them, have been getting a bad gweso, Jr. (“This Machine Kills”); the
rap lately. Modern people tend to see labor reporter Alex Press; and Paris Marx,
them as fools who didn’t appreciate the the host of “Tech Won’t Save Us”—
benefits of technology. In Merchant’s planned to hold up pieces of technol-
view, the Luddites saw the future all too ogy, debate whether they caused more
clearly: new machinery meant that the harm than good, and then smash the
work they had previously done in their condemned objects to bits. Merchant
own homes would now be done in fac- had brought an eight-pound sledgeham-
tories, as mass production, destroying the mer purchased from a local hardware
workers’ way of life. store. (He shuns Amazon.)
“It wasn’t so much resisting any kind At the bar, he explained that the panel
of change—it was resisting getting steam- would “try” the printer and a Ring cam-
rolled, getting crushed and thrown into era he’d brought, and accept submissions Brian Merchant
10 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
used to oppress workers and make un-
just decisions about loans and housing.
His friend, a former professional gamer
who has a graduate degree in quantita-
tive finance (and who didn’t want to be
identified), said he’d become skeptical of
technology after realizing that the in-
dustry he works in—mobile gaming—
had created the equivalent of online slot
machines, primed to drive addiction. “It’s,
like, sixty to ninety per cent of the rev-
enues come from one per cent of the
people,” he said. “They’re essentially de-
generate gamblers being exploited by so-
phisticated algorithms.”
As the room filled up with other tech
skeptics, Cmehil-Warn said that, at
M.I.T., scientists were developing ro-
bots and apps without considering how
they would be used. “It’s like Franken-
stein’s monster,” he said. “The guy just
makes it and lets it go.” The former
gamer was interested in the psychology “I don’t mind wandering the hallways for all eternity,
of cults and scams and said that he was but all this candy is making me sick.”
opposed to cryptocurrency, which he
called a “multilevel-marketing scheme
for tech bros.” Which technological de-
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velopment were they most worried
about? “A.I. girlfriends,” the former dites were not just in a blind rage, smash- Street Y. It wasn’t just the clothes: Red-
gamer said without hesitating. ing everything,” he said. “They were very man is as lean as any twenty-year-old
David Gray Widder, fresh from Car- tactical and very focussed on what was subsisting on instant ramen. He’s fifty-
negie Mellon with a Ph.D. in computer actually causing exploitation.” After sig- four, though, and entering his fourth de-
science, sat down. He said that, as a stu- nificant effort, the panelists managed to cade as one of his generation’s preëmi-
dent, he’d protested the use of facial-rec- break the Ring camera (“expanding the nent jazz musicians. He was at the Y to
ognition software by the Pittsburgh po- surveillance state”), and then tore up a prepare for a concert celebrating his new
lice. He wore a Garmin, rather than an hideous clown poster created using gen- album, “where are we”—one of two dozen
Apple, watch. He had helped cause a erative A.I. (“made basically from pla- as a leader or co-leader, but his first with
kerfuffle at Carnegie Mellon (named giarized work”). Then Merchant brought a vocalist.
after “two anti-labor philanthropy cap- out the printer (a symbol of the indig- The piano in the Y’s Kaufmann Con-
italists,” he said) in 2020, when he took nities of office life which only works cert Hall needed to be tuned before sound
a screwdriver and removed a “smart sen- with Hewlett-Packard’s own overpriced check, so Redman was ushered to a green-
sor,” which included a microphone, that ink) and placed it on a chair. room, where he sat surrounded by pho-
had been preinstalled in his campus of- “ ‘Office Space’ that shit!” someone tos of eminences who have appeared at
fice. He put the sensor in a plexiglass yelled. the Y—John Coltrane, Malala Yousafzai,
box on a shelf and notified the depart- —Sheelah Kolhatkar James Baldwin, Philip Roth, Jay-Z, Sonia
ment leadership of his concerns. (After 1 Sotomayor. “Some jazz musicians say it’s
a backlash, he reinstalled it.) Caleb Mal- AMERICAN SONGBOOK the best room in New York,” he said of
chik, another computer scientist, took a COLLABORATION the theatre, mentioning the late bari-
seat next to him. He’d been radicalized tone-sax player Gerry Mulligan. (Some
against tech in part by Edward Snowden others, not knowing the Kaufmann’s his-
and said that copyright posed a threat tory or acoustics, have asked, with a raised
to free speech. eyebrow, “Your next gig is at the Y ?,” as
“Look!” the former gamer said, hold- if he were playing a gym in Dubuque.)
ing up his phone screen. “I just got a re- Redman said that he had wanted to
cruiting e-mail from Meta. How’s that ressed in jeans, a baseball shirt, and record with a vocalist for a long time.
for irony?”
Onstage, Merchant leaned forward
D a puffer, with a saxophone case
strapped to his back, Joshua Redman
The canon doesn’t offer many examples
of saxophonists and singers sharing equal
on the handle of his hammer. “You know, could have passed for a Juilliard student billing. He pointed to a few stellar pair-
it’s important to point out that the Lud- as he walked into the lobby of the 92nd ings: Lester Young and Billie Holiday,
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Coltrane and Johnny Hartman, Cannon- ing from such standards as “Manhattan” Cummings’s work typically hangs in
ball Adderley and Nancy Wilson. “I’m and “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” galleries, museums, foundations, and em-
sure I’m forgetting some,” he said. “But, to less obvious picks like “By the Time bassies—the realm of art. The Whitney
yeah, there are fewer iconic albums from I Get to Phoenix” and “Streets of Phil- has exhibited quilts since 1971; more re-
the past, fewer ghosts over you. I’ve done adelphia,” Bruce Springsteen’s Oscar- cently, A$AP Rocky wore a quilted blan-
a lot of just saxophone-quartet albums, winning ballad from the 1993 film “Phil- ket to the Met Gala, and the fashion de-
and obviously the John Coltrane Quar- adelphia.” Redman had suggested it as signer Emily Bode has outfitted Harry
tet, ‘A Love Supreme,’ hovers over every- a joke, riffing on place-name songs, but Styles and Bad Bunny in quilted garments.
thing. You’re never going to attain that.” Cavassa listened to it one night in her Quilting, though, can conjure images of
Needing to live up only to the Coltrane- car—“the best one of my favorite places hot-glue guns, pipe cleaners, and old ladies
Hartman pairing “was kind of freeing.” to listen”—and started crying. “I was, at JOANN stores—the world of crafting.
The vocalist in question, Gabrielle like, I guess I should do it, because I Cummings doesn’t like the classification.
Cavassa, joined Redman in the green- didn’t cry at ‘New England,’” she said. “I don’t think it should exist,” he said.
room. If he was Juilliard, she, wearing an She was referencing an obscure track “There shouldn’t be a division. It’s all art.”
off-the-shoulder black T-shirt and low- of unknown authorship which she’d heard Cummings was standing in the back
rise cargo pants, was more N.Y.U. (Both on a Betty Carter CD. With a pretty room of Hunter Dunbar Projects, a gal-
glammed up before the show.) Cavassa, melody and corny lyrics, “New England” lery in Chelsea that’s putting on his first
who is twenty-nine, is a California na- was new to Redman. “Gabrielle could retrospective, called “Storyteller.” He wore
tive who now lives in New Orleans, where be an archeologist,” he said. a red quarter-zip sweater and a hounds-
Redman’s manager heard her perform Cavassa said that, although she often tooth newsboy cap and led a tour of some
one night. Redman checked her out and connects to songs through lyrics, “these of the pieces.
liked what he heard, and when the two lyrics are about syrup and clams”—not Cummings grew up in Los Angeles
first spoke over Zoom about a possible much to dig into emotionally. Even so, and moved to New York in 1970. He
collaboration—Cavassa had a single LP she responded to Carter’s performance, found work in the city’s Department of
to her name—they hit it off. and to the way the singer made some- Cultural Affairs. One day, he was tasked
The challenge became selecting what thing out of not quite nothing, so “New with making a banner, and, after a tailor
to record. “Once we started talking about England” made the cut. (Redman’s ar- wanted a hundred dollars for the job, he
the different sorts of songs we might do, rangement, retitled “That’s New En- decided to teach himself to sew it in-
it just seemed too overwhelming to me, gland,” interpolates passages from Charles stead. “I said, Wow, this is better than
the vast sea of material,” Redman said. Ives, bracing like a November wind.) painting,” he recalled. He soon went to
He claims to suffer from decision anxi- To clarify, Cavassa added, “I really do Macy’s and bought his own sewing ma-
ety, so he and Cavassa settled on a theme love syrup and clams.” chine. His work often explores Black his-
to help corral their choices: songs about “Just not together,” Redman said. tory—sometimes in frightening detail—
American places. In other words, a con- —Bruce Handy which he eases viewers into with bright
cept album. In jazz, that usually means 1 colors and embellishments. He stopped
“So-and-So Plays the You-Know-Who NEEDLE AND THREAD in front of a quilt titled “Waiting for
Songbook,” but Redman and Cavassa STORYTELLER Slave Ship Henrietta Marie,” which fea-
came up with something more resonant: tures four enslaved women in West Af-
a record whose moods move between rica. “These women here are not having
celebratory, mournful, puzzled, whimsi- a good time,” he said.
cal, angry—a series of emotional disso- Standing in front of “Yemaya,” a mer-
nances that mimic what it can feel like maid quilt saturated with sequins and
to live in the United States. “Darkness electric blues and pinks, he peered up at
and light,” as Redman put it. ichael A. Cummings, a seventy- the titular Yoruba water goddess. “Your
Still, even with the concept settled,
the pair found choices difficult. “I think
M seven-year-old quilt artist based in
Harlem, is the only person he knows of
mind might go to a romantic fantasy and
‘Oh, isn’t that nice,’” he said, gesturing
we both maybe have a tendency to be who has slept beneath one of his works. toward the words “LOVE” and “DE-
accommodating,” Redman said. “I have put my quilts on my bed when I SIRE,” which are featured between red
“Yeah, there weren’t any f ights,” was cold,” Cummings said the other day. hearts. “But ‘Love’ and ‘Desire’ were in
Cavassa agreed. “But there were defi- “When I first got to New York, I was put- the names of slave ships,” he said. When
nitely songs I didn’t want to do at first. ting layers on top of me on the bed, and you begin to notice the finer details—
‘Hotel California,’ for example.” I couldn’t move, hardly, because it was so bloody palms, corpses, and the Grim
“Well, we didn’t do it on the album.” heavy. But I was warm.” Eventually, his Reaper—there’s a shift. “It becomes ‘Oh,
“We didn’t, but now we’re doing it in mother and his sister told him about elec- it’s not nice.’”
the live show,” she said. (When they tric blankets. Over the years, he has made Yemaya is sometimes believed to have
played the song that evening, they turned some quilts for friends with babies, but watched over Africans as they were forced
the overly familiar classic-rock staple none made it into a crib. “One woman I across the Atlantic, and she is still wor-
into a barn burner.) know, she just put it on the side of the baby shipped today. Benjamin Reed Hunter,
They settled on thirteen tracks, rang- bed, and the baby looked at it,” he said. the co-owner of the gallery, who was ac-
12 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
companying Cummings, said, “I’m not SKETCHPAD BY ZOE SI
kidding, there was a woman who was
just here, in front of ‘Yemaya,’ and she—”
He raised his hands above his head, tilted
his chin toward the ceiling, sucked in air,
and swayed back and forth. Cummings
said that at a recent exhibition in Bir-
mingham, England, two other quilts
brought women to tears.
Cummings headed for a fabric store
nearby, in the garment district, where he
gets many of his materials. He doesn’t
typically start out searching for anything
specific. “You’ll never know what fabric
might holler, ‘Take me home, take me
home,’” he said. The shop resembled a
library, but for textiles instead of texts.
Rolls of fabric were packed together so
tightly that only slivers of each were vis-
ible, like the spines of books. Cummings
was drawn to a gold cloth with intricate
beadwork near the entrance. “I might get
a half yard,” he thought aloud, before
disappearing down an aisle lined with
rolls of fabric as tall as he was.
He wandered toward a collection of
African textiles. “The thing I learned
about African fabrics is that they have a
commercial line that they push,” he said.
“If you look at what the actual people are
wearing, you don’t see that in the mix of
the fabric here.” Cummings once ap-
proached a vender at an African market
on 116th Street about his clothes. “He said,
‘Well, what do you want to buy?’ I said, ‘I
want to buy the shirt that you have on.’ ”
Cummings said that when he’s work-
ing he loses track of everything. “You get
into a trance. I have a personal trainer
with me all the time, and that personal
trainer is a sixty-minute clock,” he said,
referring to a kitchen timer. “It doesn’t
take batteries or anything. And, when
that bell goes off”—he snapped his fin-
gers—“it brings me back to reality.” Upon
surveying his work, his reaction is some-
times Urkelian. “I step back and ask,
‘Wow, did I do that?’”
He took a few laps around the store
and scrunched a few fabrics between his
fingers—he folds, rather than rolls, his
quilts, so he requires material that isn’t
prone to wrinkling. But he found his way
back to the gold cloth. “Can I see what
a half a yard looks like?” he asked the
shopkeeper. Looking down at it unfurled,
he sighed. “I’ll take a yard,” he said. “See
what you made me do?”
—Nina Mesfin
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 13
ten days after arriving in France. “Killed,
PERSONAL HISTORY not missing?” Cordelia cries out in
agony when she’s told the news. The
hawthorn tree outside reveals the an-
IF NOT NOW, LATER swer to the riddle from the winter be-
fore: the flowers are red.
What gardening offered after a son’s death. It is a quick stroke in a trilogy. The
first time I read it, I did not fully reg-
BY YIYUN LI ister the weight of the detail. But,
moving into a house in the fall, study-
ing a garden that would remain
unknowable for the moment, I went
back and reread the few paragraphs
about the tree.
Richard Quin, in West’s trilogy, is
killed in the same manner that one
imagines Andrew Ramsay is killed in
“To the Lighthouse”: “[A shell ex-
ploded. Twenty or thirty young men
were blown up in France, among them
Andrew Ramsay, whose death, merci-
fully, was instantaneous.]”
For all we know, Richard Quin might
have died next to Andrew Ramsay, in
a pair of Virginia Woolf brackets.
Some days, that pair of brackets of
Woolf ’s continue to baffle me. Other
days, they feel just right. The predic-
ament when writing about a sudden,
untimely death: the more you remem-
ber, the more elusive that death be-
comes. A sudden, untimely death is a
black hole, absorbing all that you can
give, not really clamoring for more.
Though is a black hole ever to be fully
filled so that it can cease to be one?
Has anyone been able to define, cap-
“ I t’swhat
rather vexing, isn’t it, not to know
f lowers will come up next
I was not a character, but I was
speaking like one for a reason: I was
ture, or even get close to a black hole?
[In September, 2017, our older son,
year?” I said to my friend Brigid, in a pondering a set of characters. I went Vincent, died by suicide, at sixteen.]
voice that sounded more like a char- on and told Brigid about a moment [On that day, we put down the de-
acter’s in a novel than my own. It was in “The Saga of the Century Trilogy,” posit for the house. Deposit, death, in
November, 2017, and my family had by Rebecca West, about a British fam- that order, four hours apart.]
just moved into our house in Princeton. ily living in London in the first half In a novel, I would never have put
The trees were shedding their leaves, of the twentieth century. The eldest the two happenings on the same day.
in a theatrical manner that was new to daughter in the family, Cordelia, In writing fiction, one avoids coinci-
us—we had relocated from California newly wed, has moved into a pretty dences like that, which offer unearned
to the East Coast four months earlier. house in Kensington; when she has drama, shoddy poignancy, convenient
“There are some roses,” Brigid said. her two younger sisters over for a metaphor, predictable spectacle. Life,
“Those look like lilies.” visit, she frets, with the leisure of a however, does not follow a novelist’s
“And those are hostas.” young woman married into respect- discipline. Fiction, one suspects, is often
There were six or seven rose bushes, ability and stability, about not know- tamer than life.
with residual flowers, fuchsia-colored, ing whether the hawthorn tree in her Some fiction is tamer than some
shivering on top of the near-leafless garden will bear white, pink, or red life, I should amend. And I confess
branches. Lilies and hostas, their leaves flowers in the spring. that this is only a variation of a state-
already paled and half rotted by the A few chapters later, the hawthorn ment made by another character in
cold autumn rain, remained recogniz- tree blooms. By then, the little brother “The Saga of the Century Trilogy,”
able. The rest of the garden was a wilted of the family, Richard Quin, still a teen- who, upon discovering her husband’s
mystery, buried under fallen leaves. ager, has been killed in the Great War, extramarital affair, reads “Madame Bo-
14 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY MUSUBU HAGI
vary” and exclaims, “But art is so much sage, strait, limitations, restrictions, con- my vigilance, and it was attainable. White’s
more real than life. Some art is much finement, imprisonment, restrictedness, essays and the letters between White and
more real than some life, I mean.” shortage, scantiness, critical situation, Lawrence were just right for that aspira-
narrow-mindedness, pettiness. tion. The two women (and likely some of
couple of months after Vincent A black hole takes all and gives back the gardens and many of the plants that
A died, a colleague asked me where
I was “in the process of grieving,” as-
naught. The anguish from a sudden, un-
timely death has a narrowing effect: al-
they had written about) were no more,
and yet their words remained and sus-
suming, I supposed, that there would ternatives are lost; space in the mind, too. tained, offering facts and opinions, gar-
be, and should be, a conclusion of dening tales and personal woes, seasons
mourning at some point. That phrase n her next visit, Brigid brought me and years, illnesses and deaths—all there,
struck me as inaccurate; she might as
well have asked me where I was “in the
O two books. The first was “Onward
and Upward in the Garden,” a collection
ready to distract me.
For instance, there were the names of
process of living.” of fourteen essays by the former New plants to learn. In both books, I encoun-
There is, alas, not a normal course of Yorker fiction editor Katharine S. White. tered many names, some familiar, oth-
life, against which deviations can be mea- The essays were originally published, in ers unfamiliar, and every one of them—
sured and, hopefully, corrected. Only a span of twelve years, in the magazine, even the most common, like “peony” or
changed courses, altered lives. One can ostensibly as reviews of nursery catalogues. “lotus” or “fuchsia”—required investiga-
look longingly at the alternatives: Vin- The other book was “Two Gardeners: A tion. Unlike Lawrence, I’m not a purist
cent graduating from high school (as our Friendship in Letters,” a collection of cor- when it comes to botany, and I don’t al-
younger son did this summer) or grad- respondence between White and Eliza- ways look up the Latin names for the
uating from college (as Vincent’s old beth Lawrence. Lawrence was a gardener plants. But I do like to know the ety-
school friends will next year), but alter- and a gardening writer in North Caro- mology of their English names. And
natives belong to the realm of fiction. To lina, and the friendship began when Law- what one can learn just by going to the
paraphrase Elizabeth Bowen, the great rence wrote a fan letter to White after dictionary! “Peony” goes all the way back
Anglo-Irish writer, good fiction is good reading her first essay, “A Romp in the to ancient Greek: Paieon, or Paeon, was
because it offers “the palpable presence Catalogues,” in the March 1, 1958, issue the physician of the gods. (What afflicts
of the alternatives.” In life, that presence of The New Yorker. For a year, they were the gods? Possibly what afflicts us mor-
can be palpably felt, but too much pre- “Mrs. White” and “Miss Lawrence” to tals.) “Lotus” comes from the Greek lōtos,
occupation with the alternatives may lead each other, and then they became “Kath- a mythical plant bringing forgetfulness
to a dilemma of either/or; even, neither arine” and “Elizabeth.” They would write to those who eat its fruits. (I have eaten
here nor there. “Dilemma,” from its Greek to each other for the next nineteen years, my share of lotus seeds, a delicacy in
etymology, means two lemmas: double until White’s death, in 1977. Chinese cuisine, without achieving obliv-
assumptions, double propositions. But Through the winter, I read the two ion.) “Fuchsia,” a word I often misspelled
death is definitive; death does not lead books, very slowly. There was no reason as “fuschia”—what mythical story ac-
to a dilemma. to hurry, as that first winter was a long companies thee? It turns out that fuch-
I think about the alternative lives of one; cold, snowy—cold and snowy for sia was named for the sixteenth-century
my characters all the time. But, as I did recent transplants from California, in any German physician and botanist Leon-
not live in fiction, I decided, soon after case. Day after day, I looked at the bare hard Fuchs, whose name gave birth not
Vincent’s death, to stop pondering the limbs of the trees, brownish gray, and the only to that of the flower and that of the
alternatives. What if belongs to fiction; stale snow covering the garden, grayish color but also to the nickname, Fuchsien-
what now, to this real life. white. I thought one afternoon, What if stadt, for his home town of Wemding,
What now, in the last months of 2017: spring never returns? Right away I rec- where there is a pyramid made of as many
I could not read fiction. It was not a ognized the illogic and the melodrama as seven hundred fuchsia plants. And yet
problem of mental focus. I spent hours of that thought. I had at my hand the Fuchs never saw the flower fuchsia in
every day reading Shakespeare’s plays words of two gardeners of yesteryear, his lifetime: it was discovered in the Ca-
and Wallace Stevens’s poems—all of a books that had taken years to be writ- ribbean and named by the French bot-
sudden, those words were the only ones ten. Were these words not enough evi- anist and monk Charles Plumier, who
that made sense to me. But if I stopped dence that spring always comes, if not was born a hundred and forty-five years
reading fiction would I ever be able to now, later? after Fuchs. What led Plumier to name
write fiction again? I was in the middle [That winter, I often returned to Mar- the flower for Fuchs? One can ask the
of a long novel. Forging ahead or scrap- ianne Moore’s words: “If nothing charms question, but any speculation would be
ping the project felt equally impossible. or sustains us (and we are getting food closer to fiction, just as peony was once
Anguished, I looked up “anguish” in the and fresh air) it is for us to say, ‘If not the physician of the gods and lotus would
O.E.D., to make sure that I was using now, later,’ and not mope.” Incidentally, bring forgetfulness.
the right word to describe my situation, it was Moore who may have first sug- Nearer our time—nearer than Fuchs
and, indeed, it was an apt word choice. gested that White should collect her re- and Plumier—were the horticulturists,
Etymologically, “anguish” comes to us views of garden catalogues into a book.] seedsmen, growers, some older than
from the Latin angustia—narrowness, Not to mope, I thought, was a proper White, others her contemporaries, be-
lack of space, narrow space, narrow pas- goal: it would take all my energy and all hind those nursery catalogues which
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 15
were once scrutinized by her. “They are “Dear Floral Friends”): “I think he is in had made a catalogue of gardeners: pro-
as individualistic . . . as any Faulkner his nineties now, so you had better hurry.” fessional gardeners, who might be like
or Hemingway, and they can be just as In reply, White confessed, “I am always important cultivars, bearing poetic or ec-
frustrating or rewarding,” White wrote. nervous when I write about old people.” centric names; amateurs, akin to com-
And what a great joy to get to know the Both women saw a garden writer in Lewis mon carnations and cornflowers; and
Faulkners and Hemingways of the nurs- Carroll. In her first New Yorker review of those, like me, who were gardeners only
ery world through her words. Signing off nursery catalogues, referring to the card in their fantasies. Such a catalogue, abun-
for the catalogue of White Flower Farm gardeners painting roses in “Alice’s Ad- dant with human stories, would be amus-
was one Amos Pettingill. “I have no idea ventures in Wonderland,” White wrote, ing to read, no? I then realized that I was,
whether Amos Pettingill is a real per- “Lewis Carroll was prophetic; today the true to my profession, fictioneering again.
son—the name sounds like garden men are quite as busy
an ill-advised fabrication,” changing the colors of flow- hen I was growing up, in Bei-
White observed. Real or not,
the name alone, I thought,
ers as they are changing their
size and shape.” A year later,
W jing, my family lived on the
ground floor of an apartment block, so
was enough to send one’s Lawrence wrote in a letter, we were lucky to have a tiny lot, about
imagination on a detour to “If I have to hear flowers talk, two metres by 1.5 metres. My father,
Dickens-land. In the cat- I would rather read Through who had come from poor peasant stock,
alogue of White Flower the Looking-Glass, which is gardened judiciously: a grapevine that
Farm, Mr. Pettingill claimed my favorite garden book.” produced very sweet grapes (often pil-
that its French Pussy Wil- [Their conversation led laged by the wasps), our favorite green
low was “not the unreliable me to reread “Alice’s Ad- beans (which bore the name “pig ears”),
wild Pussy Willow,” which ventures in Wonderland” loofahs (good for soup when the gourds
led White to protest, “What is unreli- and “Through the Looking-Glass,” the were young and tender; when they were
able, pray, about the native wild puss- first fiction I read after Vincent’s death. old and fibrous, they made the best
ies? I have found them trustworthy in The books, of course, have less to do kitchen scrubs), a honeysuckle plant
every respect.” David Burpee, the pres- with the missed or lost alternatives; in- (dried honeysuckle flowers can be used
ident of the W. Atlee Burpee & Com- stead, they make perfect nonsense out as medicinal tea). One year, when I was
pany, campaigned to have the marigold of the alternatives.] four or five, he planted some potatoes
recognized as the national flower of the and described to me the unforgettable
United States. White, describing “David fter we moved into the house, I or- flavor of new potatoes. The only other
Burpee’s one-man lobby,” noted, “I was
also pleased as well as entertained, a
A dered twenty-five hyacinth bulbs
(Delft Blue) and buried them haphaz-
time I have heard such a rapturous de-
scription of new potatoes was from an
couple of years back, when Mr. Burpee ardly in the corners where I was certain Irish poet in Cork.
in person went to Washington, bear- that they would not interfere with any My father did not garden for beauty.
ing marigold boutonnières for the leg- existing plants. Twenty-five, in retrospect, Some years, he would plant a cluster
islators, and, at a Congressional hearing was a touchingly small number—a ges- of impatiens, which he called “finger-
on naming a national flower, faced down ture rather than a plan, a prelude to a nail flowers” because, in the old days,
the Senatorial proponents of grass, the dream rather than a dream realized. But the pink and red petals had been used
corn tassel, the rose, and the carnation.” a gardener, like a writer, must start some- when painting girls’ fingernails. The
(Mr. Burpee did not succeed; the rose where. (Last fall, I planted eight hundred only constant floral decorations in our
prevailed to become the national flower.) bulbs; the fall before, seven hundred.) garden were the morning glories,
To catch a glimpse, in White’s essays, Because of those twenty-five bulbs, self-seeding and wildly vivacious. Once,
of these men and women who once lived garden catalogues began to arrive. One two women laughed at our garden to
in their gardens, cultivating, hybridizing, could be realistic: it had taken little time my face, dismissing my father as a lazy
dreaming of colors and shapes and scents for one’s address to be shared among gardener who grew flowers that were
that would catch their fancy, and then the nurseries. One could also be roman- no more than weeds. I was too young
turning their obsessions into words, hop- tic: imagine that tentative order of bulbs and too intimidated to defend him: he
ing that their catalogues would catch the as a small bugle, announcing a budding was a nuclear physicist, but he also did
fancy of many gardeners’ hearts: there is gardener. The catalogues, though radi- all the grocery shopping and most of
nothing narrowing in the world of roses, cally improved graphically from the ones the housework, cooked three meals a
dahlias, marigolds, tulips, daylilies, and reviewed by White, still bore the same day for the family, and gardened in his
chrysanthemums. They were not black names: White Flower Farm, Wayside spare time.
holes but rabbit holes. Gardens, Park Seed Company, W. Atlee People who cultivated peonies and
And, of course, there were White and Burpee & Company, and several more. roses and orchids were not necessarily
Lawrence, knowledgeable, opinionated, I perused the catalogues as I imagined kind, which was not a surprise. I had
delighting in miscellanies. In her first White and Lawrence had done; although learned from Chinese history that cold-
letter, Lawrence recommended that new to this literature, I had yet to cul- blooded dictators—Chairman Mao, for
White write about Cecil Houdyshel’s tivate my tastes and form my opinions. instance—had also written heartrend-
catalogues (which always opened with It occurred to me one day that no one ing poetry, and that capricious dynastic
16 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
tyrants had often been supreme callig- out that calling the groundhog by the equally incredulous: surely such things
raphers and painters. On the other hand, politician’s name was an insult to the an- happen only in fiction, to characters who
people who were cruel to garden plants imal: the groundhog is doing only what are much more interesting and tragic?
could easily extend that cruelty to human he’s supposed to do, tramping and feast-
beings. One day, my mother uprooted ing in what he considers his garden. y garden this spring looks a lit-
the honeysuckle for no other reason than
that she could—so she would—inflict
One early summer morning, I looked
out the window and saw two deer and
M tle different from the garden that
came back to life in the spring of 2018.
pain. My father mourned, and I seethed, a rabbit in my front garden, eating up For two years in a row, it was razed by
though we both did so quietly. some hydrangea bushes I had planted a an endless army of rabbits, and, by late
When the spring of 2018 arrived, I, few weeks earlier. It occurred to me that, summer, it looked like a sad head suf-
the daughter of my pragmatic father, had I been able to go back to my child- fering irregular hair loss, with large
started by growing vegetables in con- hood self and tell her that one day I bald patches and some surviving stalks
tainers—I was still waiting for the flow- would live in a place where rabbits and of flowers. But this, I had learned from
ers in the garden to emerge and show deer eat side by side peacefully, the child White and Lawrence, is only part of a
themselves to me. In the next two years, would be incredulous: certainly no real garden’s fate. In a letter from the spring
I grew Chinese celtuce, baby bok choy, people could live in a fairy tale like that? of 1960, Lawrence reported to White
green beans, eggplants, tomatoes, sweet “I am sure that if you had been told about her magnolia, “We had a real
peppers, okra, and a variety of herbs, and when you were a child about all the things frost last night (almost unheard of for
ended up having plenty of opportuni- that you were going to have to do, you mid-April) and Magnolia Lennei is cov-
ties to observe at close hand birds and would have thought you had better die ered with brown rags. I am going to
squirrels, snails and slugs, aphids and at once, you would not have believed chop it down, for this happens too
spider mites, and all the other archene- you could ever have the strength to do often.” In her reply, White wrote, “I
mies of a garden. Various campaigns them.” In West’s trilogy, Richard Quin called home and learned that mice had
were carried out: I ordered live ladybugs, says this to his mother before he leaves eaten and destroyed nine of my old-
hundreds at a time, and released them to be killed in France. Had I been able fashioned rose bushes, so I am extra
in the evenings after it rained, hoping to go back to my childhood self and tell sympathetic about the magnolia.”
that they would not fly away; I hung up her that one day I would live as a mother Anything can happen in a garden,
birdhouses, waiting for wrens to move who has lost a son, the child would be nothing lasts, and yet something can
in and feed their chicks with my gar-
den’s offering of bugs; fake snakes were
strategically placed to ward off rodents,
and they did little but frighten me every
time I stepped on their rubbery bodies.
And then there is the problem with-
out any solution: the bigger animals. Deer
graze undiscriminatingly (but luckily, in
my case, only in the front yard, for the
back yard is fenced). The fence, of course,
does nothing to deter rabbits. (On a visit
I paid to the Irish writer William Trevor,
at his house in Devon, he pointed out
rolls of metal mesh, to be buried at a cer-
tain depth—inches? feet? I forgot how
much—into the ground as a rabbit fence.
I have yet to be so enterprising.) The
rabbits show up in late May or early June,
fist-size fluffs, and a month later they
can stand on their hind feet and stretch
more than a foot tall. They chomp down
everything and turn me into a maddened
Mrs. McGregor. (I will never believe any
catalogue if it dares label a plant rab-
bit-resistant.) Next comes our resident
groundhog. Perhaps there is more than
one, but they all look the same to me:
giant and comical. The groundhogs are
the most effective destroyers of a garden.
I named ours for an infamous politician,
although a friend, quite sensibly, pointed “Is this height better?”
always be made out of the soil, even roses, blooms with what I call “a wu- little bells) produce bell-shaped flow-
with the most destructive weather, even thering tenderness,” and when the ers without making a cacophony. These
when rabbits and groundhogs and Jap- Emily Brontës are blooming I always and other varieties I have added to the
anese beetles join forces, greedy and think of my first reading of “Wuther- garden. Some have stayed and pros-
ruthless. All things in the garden, just ing Heights,” as a teen-ager in Beijing. pered. Others have proved to be a trust-
as in life, are provisional and imper- Mystified and electrified, I held on to worthy food supply for rabbits. Del-
manent. One gardens with the same the book as though it offered a refuge phiniums, I have learned, can never
unblinded hope and the same willing- for my mind, but I now suspect that I stay in the garden for more than a few
ness to concede as one lives, always was only pretending to understand the days. Dianthus and phlox are a game
ready to say, If not now, later; if not passion and the drama in the story. A of statistics, which is possibly just like
this year, next year. few Roald Dahls from David Austin fate; if they survive the raids of the rab-
But these sentiments would have were planted because Dahl was among bits, they have neither themselves nor
sounded preachy had I said them to my children’s favorite authors when me to credit.
Vincent when he was alive. (The truth they were young. The Lady of Shalott
is, I would not have been able to, since and Tess of the d’Urbervilles for po- hen Vincent was in the eighth
I had not yet learned them myself.) A
few weeks before his death, when we
etry and fiction. The Lady Gardener
as a self-mocking gesture.
W grade, I drove him and a friend,
a girl, back from a birthday party, and,
were touring the house with real- Over the past few years, I’ve added like all mothers, I eavesdropped on
estate agents, he said to me, “This gar- a dozen hydrangea bushes to the their conversation. They were discuss-
den needs improvement. I can’t wait to garden, because one of my characters, ing the girl’s decision not to partici-
garden with you.” Lilia—who, like me, lost a child at the pate in a poetry contest. She had read
One can linger in that memory, age of forty-four—has grown hydran- the previous winners, she said, and they
but there is no reason to attach too geas all her life with a passion. [It was were composed of words such as “in-
much meaning to it. A garden is not the novel I was working on when Vin- justice,” “inequality,” “empowerment,”
a shrine. Living is not metaphoriz- cent died. I had already written about “action.” “What I don’t understand,”
ing. I don’t always think about Vin- the death of Lilia’s child when I en- the girl said, “is why can’t we write
cent’s plan to work alongside me when countered the same loss.] about flowers anymore.”
I potter in the garden. A garden is Daylilies are not really my favorite, “Of course we can,” Vincent said.
trustworthy only at this moment, in but I grow them because in my father’s “But . . .”
this now: the past is irrevocable, the village in southern China the soil is He did not finish the sentence. I
future unpredictable. the meagrest type, and the only crops wondered if he was asking: Is there still
[Though I did plant a special patch my father’s family could grow were a place for Emily Dickinson these days?
of tulips for Vincent last fall: Tulipa yams and daylilies; the flowers were Every spring, when the first flush
Vincent van Gogh, dark and myste- harvested for culinary use—a delicacy of David Austin roses bloom, there is
rious, and Tulipa Ballerina, golden for other people. always a moment when I turn, in my
and elegant.] Some f lowers in my garden have mind, to Vincent. “Here’s something
Five years later, I still consider my- been inherited from the previous own- you haven’t seen: these roses.” The line
self a beginning gardener. I’m avid, but ers: astilbes, baptisias, azaleas, and bud- is offered as a fact, not as an argument,
always ready to surrender to disap- dleias. When the astilbes bloom, their for a rose is never an argument. There
pointments, to setbacks, to failures and white flowers make a shimmering mass is no such thing as an angry rose or a
deaths. Unlike White and Lawrence, in the sun, countering the meaning of moping rose or an empowered rose;
I garden without a design. (From their name, in Greek, as something only a realistic rose, a matter-of-fact
E. B. White’s introduction to the essay that does not shimmer. The baptisias rose, a transient rose.
collection, one gathers that Katharine’s have indigo f lowers, and the name A garden is a place full of random,
garden provided the right colors, comes from the Greek: to dip, to im- diverting, and irrelevant happenings,
shapes, and scents throughout the year.) merse, to dye (which shares the root and a garden, as good as a rabbit hole,
Much of the planting and growing de- with “baptism”). Azaleas’ name, too, serves also as an antidote to a black
lights me because of the connections comes from the Greek, meaning “dry,” hole. These days, I often get up early.
I can make. but there is nothing dry about these Every flower seems to require an in-
The blooming of the Vanessa Bell, flowers. Buddleias, however, were sim- dividual greeting from me. In the Bud-
one of my favorite roses from the David ply named for an English botanist, dhist tradition, one encounters sayings
Austin catalogue, reminds me of one Adam Buddle. like “A flower is a world, a grass leaf is
of the last public readings that Wil- Primroses bloom early, before the a paradise.” But I, not quite a believer
liam Trevor gave, in 2008; I had flown roses. Anemones (ancient Greek’s in any kind of religion or metaphor,
from California to England to attend daughters of the wind) wave their strik- would rather think that each flower in
the event, which took place in Charles- ingly colorful and delicate flowers in my garden holds some concrete space,
ton, Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant’s the spring breeze. Geraniums (from a physical one as well as a temporal
house in East Sussex. Emily Brontë, the Greek: cranes) expand long-leg- one. A flower, like a thought, a sen-
another of my favorite David Austin gedly. Campanulas (from the Latin: tence, a book, is but a placeholder.
18 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
torate is a prerequisite to democracy.’
SHOUTS & MURMURS Or look at the Hebrew word dayenu,
which means ‘enough.’ No one man-
dates what is and isn’t dayenu; there’s
no Dayenu Committee (though if
you’re looking for people to serve:
hello). You’ve got to determine this
stuff on your own—when to speak out,
when to rejoice in song. You know,
some of my friends tease me for col-
or-coördinating the wrappers on the
candy in my living rooms; other peo-
ple thought I was crazy when I built
a ‘shopping mall’ of antique stores and
my used costumes, based on the one
“MY NAME IS BARBRA,” at the Winterthur estate, in the base-
ment of my barn in Malibu. But at the
EXCERPTED end of the day? These are precisely the
things that these same people love
BY HENRY ALFORD about me. Bill and Hillary adored it
when I gave them a tour of the barn
With her long-awaited memoir, Barbra PAGE 384— Barbra says of her collec- and I made Hillary try on my sequinny
Streisand offers a funny and frank look at her tion of Cartier and Cheuret antique black see-through Scaasi pants suit
career, six decades in. At a whopping 992 clocks, “They are all my children.” from the ’69 Oscars: NSFW Hillary.
pages, it appears that the Hollywood and
PAGE 477— Barbra says she included Hillary beyond e-mails. I mean, if you
Broadway legend . . . isn’t skimping on the
details of her rarefied life. on her archival album the forty-nine don’t assert your will and your con-
—Time. seconds of applause for her at the 1969 summate design sense, who are you re-
Oscars for “context.” ally? Sure, people have called me
PAGE 1— Barbra chalks up her cardio- PAGE 578— Barbra writes that starring ‘mouthy’ or ‘pushy’ or a million things
vascular wellness to screaming daily at in “Nuts” resulted in speaking requests that they’d never say about a man, but
C-SPAN. from Planters and Blue Diamond. you know what? The world needs to
PAGE 5— Barbra recounts girls’ week- PAGE 649— Barbra writes that she know what the rest of the world is
end with Donna Karan full of laugh- cloned her dog Sammie because her thinking. People who need people, etc.
ter, nail care. other dogs pooped on her antique-doll And in my experience people want to
PAGE 14— Barbra says that Track II collection. be told if their jeans make their ass
diplomacy is the “Hello, gorgeous” of PAGE 702— Barbra says that many Re- look fat. Sure, they’ll smart at first, but
statecraft. publicans attend her concerts “because later that night, as they’re falling asleep?
PAGE 20— Barbra recounts anecdote they’re who can afford the tickets.” They’re smiling. Why? Because they’re
featuring Shimon Peres, throw pillows. PAGE 803— Barbra writes that a care- thinking, Barbra cares about my sil-
PAGE 112— Barbra says Thomas Jeffer- fully selected array of Jordan almonds houette. So, sometimes you need to
son’s Monticello is “an autobiograph- on a Lalique platter is as close as man speak out. Sometimes you need to look
ical masterpiece but the drawer pulls gets to God. “Have I ever suffered for at the person next to you at the din-
are all wrong.” my commitment to perfectionism? Of ner party of life and—on realizing that
PAGE 261— Barbra says that too much course. But shouldn’t we be willing to he is a liar and a bully and a misogy-
guitar noodling on a song can sound suffer for the things we love? It’s like nist and a tax cheat who supports cap-
like jazzturbation. the time at a fund-raiser in the nine- ital punishment—whisper in his ear,
PAGE 290— Barbra says that being the teen-eighties—oh, my God, I’m los- ‘Donald, honey. Less is more.’”
only artist to have No. 1 albums in each ing my breath control even thinking PAGE 945— Barbra recounts vacation
of the past six decades always makes about this—I got seated next to the with Madeleine Albright rife with
people ask her if she wants to lie down real-estate magnate Donald Trump. handbag repair, disappointment.
after lunch. Talk about suffering. The eleventh PAGE 963— Barbra concludes lengthy
PAGE 292— Barbra interlards her praise plague. Even then, I knew. I knew. But section on global disarmament with
for Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I a woman?” I kept my mouth shut until dessert. “Yentl”’s tagline, “Nothing’s impossible.”
speech with a digression on period- Because we all have to practice empa- PAGE 970— Barbra designs own head-
appropriate sconcing. thy. Life is not always easy. You want stone, which reads “Dayenu already.”
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
PAGE 293— Barbra says calling up Ap- a walk along the ocean at sunset? Order PAGE 992— Barbra says the two great-
ple’s Tim Cook to have Siri’s pronun- the mussels. If you’re not a listener, est threats to civilization are encroach-
ciation of “Streisand” corrected was then you can’t get informed, and Jef- ments on the truth and the stickers
her “Norma Rae” moment. ferson said that ‘a well-informed elec- on fruit.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 19
for vacuum tubes. In the computer age,
THE CONTROL OF NATURE it’s the town’s quartz that’s critical.
Silicon chips are essentially made of
quartz, although this is a bit like saying
NEEDFUL THINGS that the “Mona Lisa” is essentially made
of linseed oil. Manufacturing microchips
The raw materials for the world we’ve built come at a cost. is phenomenally complex and supremely
exacting. The process generally begins
BY ELIZABETH KOLBERT with quartz’s cousin, quartzite, which
consists in large measure of silicon di-
oxide. Under very high heat, and in the
presence of carbon, the quartzite gives
up most of its oxygen. Then acid and a
great deal more heat are applied, until
the silicon reaches a purity level of
99.9999999 per cent, or, as it’s known in
the business, “nine nines.” At this point,
the silicon is ready to be fashioned into
a “boule,” or ingot, that weighs upward
of two hundred pounds and consists of
a single perfectly aligned crystal. It is
here that Spruce Pine’s quartz comes
into play.
To form a boule, pure silicon has to
be heated in a special crucible to twenty-
seven hundred degrees Fahrenheit. The
crucible must be tough enough to with-
stand this temperature, and, at the same
time, it must have the right chemical
composition, so it won’t introduce con-
taminants.The only substance that meets
both these criteria is high-purity quartz,
and one of the only spots where the
right sort of quartz can be found is
Spruce Pine.
Spruce Pine’s quartz is so valuable
that, as the Vancouver-based journalist
Vince Beiser observes in his book “The
World in a Grain,” almost everything
about it, outside of its purity, is a closely
he town of Spruce Pine, North Car- Spruce Pine’s planetary importance guarded secret. The company that owns
T olina, doesn’t have a lot to say for
itself. Its Web site, which features a photo
follows from an accident of geology. Some
three hundred and eighty million years
the town’s largest mine—Sibelco, a Bel-
gian conglomerate—doesn’t publish pro-
of a flowering tree next to a rusty bridge, ago, during the late Devonian period, duction figures. When contractors ar-
notes that the town is “conveniently lo- the continent of Africa was drifting to- rive to make repairs at the mine, they
cated between Asheville and Boone.” ward what would eventually become east- are reportedly led to the equipment in
According to the latest census data, it ern North America. The force of its blindfolds. According to documents filed
has 2,332 residents and a population den- movement pressed the floor of a Paleo- in a case that the company once brought
sity of 498.1 per square mile. A recent zoic sea deep into the earth’s mantle, against a former employee, it tries to
story in the local newspaper concerned where, in effect, it melted. Over the course divvy up its contracting jobs, so that no
the closing of the Hardee’s on Highway of tens of millions of years, the molten individual can learn too much, and for
19E; this followed an incident, back in rock cooled to form deposits of excep- the same reason it purchases its supplies
May, when a fourteen-year-old boy who’d tionally pure mica and quartz, which from multiple venders.
eaten a biscuit at the restaurant began were then pushed back up toward the All this stealth, Ed Conway suggests
to hallucinate and had to be taken to the surface. In the twentieth century, Spruce in his new book, “Material World: The
hospital. Without Spruce Pine, though, Pine’s mica was mined to make windows Six Raw Materials That Shape Modern
the global economy might well unravel. for coal-burning stoves and insulation Civilization” (Knopf ), is justified. “There
are few such cases where we are so ut-
Extraction rates aren’t slowing down; in fact, they’re speeding up. terly reliant on a single place,” he writes.
20 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY LAURA EDELBACHER
He quotes an unnamed industry veteran by more than fifty square miles since the has since apologized for what happened.)
who notes that someone flying a crop nineteen-sixties. Among the major ex- “Perhaps what makes the destruction
duster over Spruce Pine and releasing “a porters is Vietnam, where sand dredg- of the Juukan caves most disturbing is
very particular powder” could “end the ing along the Mekong Delta has caused that we are all, one way or another, com-
world’s production of semiconductors” so much erosion that whole villages’ worth plicit,” Conway writes. Most of Austra-
within six months. No production of of homes have been swept downstream. lia’s iron ore is shipped off to China,
semiconductors would mean no produc- “Where once there were riverbanks, where it’s converted into steel and used
tion of computers, cell phones, automo- today there are sheer drops into the water,” to construct the factories and machin-
biles, microwaves, game consoles, fitness Conway writes. Such is the hunger for ery that churn out the phones, consoles,
trackers, digital watches, digital cameras, sand that, in many parts of the globe, an chargers, T-shirts, running shoes, house-
televisions—the list goes on and on. illicit trade has sprung up. In India, so- wares, and assorted tchotchkes the rest
“Even in devices that don’t have ‘smart’ called sand mafias are rumored to pay of the world buys.
in their name, mechanical linkages have off cops and politicians. According to
long since given way to a network of the South Asia Network on Dams, Riv- ike many books in its genre—about
semiconductors,” Conway, a London-
based journalist, observes. “Nearly every
ers and People, a Delhi-based advocacy
group, at least a dozen civilians and two
L how x number of y items explain
z—“Material World” has trouble stick-
economic activity, nearly every dollar of government officials were killed by sand ing to its chosen integer. One of Con-
global GDP, relies in one way or another mafias between December, 2020, and way’s six raw materials is oil, but into
on the microscopic switches of semicon- March, 2022. (This was down from twen- this category he also squishes natural
ductors.” Prudently, he does not reveal ty-three civilians, five journalists and ac- gas. Both are obviously fossil fuels, but,
what that very particular powder is. tivists, and eleven government officials as Conway himself notes, they have dis-
killed during the two years prior.) tinctive properties that make them es-
f the ten largest corporations in the A lot of sand also goes into building sential in different ways. Oil powers
O world, six are tech companies. In
2021, fifty per cent of Americans said
buildings, not to mention dams, bridges,
overpasses, and roadways. Sand and gravel
the transportation sector—cars, trucks,
airplanes, and supertankers—and its
they spend more than half the day in are the major ingredients in concrete, by-products go into plastics, which show
front of a screen, and a recent survey some seven hundred billion tons of which up in just about every consumer prod-
found that kids in the United States de- now slather the earth. Often, concrete is uct you can name, from air mattresses
vote almost seven hours a day to staring reinforced with rebar, which is made with to zippers. Natural gas, meanwhile, is
at pixels. Statistics like these can pro- iron, the third of Conway’s six materi- primarily used to generate heat and elec-
duce the sense that matter doesn’t mat- als. (The material I’ve skipped here is tricity. It’s also a key ingredient for syn-
ter all that much anymore. Conway thinks salt, which, Conway says, is essential to thesizing nitrogen fertilizer, without
that this is an illusion, and a dangerous just about every chemical process that’s which, it is estimated, half the world’s
one. Contemporary society continues to ever been invented.) eight billion people would starve.
rely on raw materials, like Spruce Pine’s Worldwide, nearly three billion tons “Much of what we eat today is, one
quartz, taken from the earth. Indeed, ex- of iron ore are extracted each year. Aus- way or another, a fossil fuel product,”
traction rates, far from slowing, keep ac- tralia is currently the leading source, and Conway observes. Despite a lot of talk
celerating. These days, Conway reckons, its biggest mines are in the Pilbara, a re- about cutting back on fossil fuels, the
humanity mines, drains, and blasts more gion in the country’s dry, dusty north- world, he points out, is consuming just
stuff out of the ground each year than it west. Iron from the Pilbara is mined by as much oil and gas as ever before (and
did in total during the roughly three hun- blasting the landscape apart and then very nearly as much coal). But, if Con-
dred millennia between the birth of the carting away the pieces, using, as Con- way is concerned about our continuing
species and the start of the Korean War. way puts it, “church-sized diggers.” Just reliance on fossil fuels, he’s also con-
This comes with immense consequences, the other day, several people died in the cerned about what it will take to replace
both ecological and social, even if we Pilbara when a truck carrying ammo- them. Two of the alternatives are solar
don’t attend to them. nium nitrate, an explosive used in the and wind. Conway calculates that build-
Consider sand, the first of Conway’s blasts, collided with another vehicle. ing enough wind turbines to shutter a
not so dark materials. According to a Conway devotes a hefty chunk of his hundred-megawatt natural-gas plant
2022 report from the United Nations discussion of iron to the story of the rock would take fifty thousand tons of con-
Environment Programme, global de- shelters in Juukan Gorge. These were sa- crete and thirty thousand tons of iron.
mand for “sand resources” has tripled in cred to two of the Pilbara’s Aboriginal Meanwhile, a transportation sector that
the past two decades, to something like peoples, the Puutu Kunti Kurrama and runs on electricity will require a whole
a hundred trillion pounds a year; this the Pinikura, and contained artifacts that lot more of his fourth material, copper.
amounts to almost thirty-five pounds a were some forty thousand years old. After A recent report from S. & P. Global
day for every person on the planet. A lot assuring the communities that “all rea- predicted that, worldwide, copper con-
of sand (though no one seems to know sonable endeavors” would be made to sumption will double over the next
exactly how much) goes into land build- minimize the impact of its operations in twelve years and that “there is a loom-
ing. Among the world’s biggest sand im- the area, the mining company Rio Tinto ing mismatch” between the available
porters is Singapore, which has grown blew the rock shelters up. (The company supply and the growing “copper demand
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 21
resulting from the energy transition.” hundred tons of rock must be processed. strategic resources—see, for example,
Conway visits the Chuquicamata Next to the Chuquicamata mine high-purity quartz—lithium is unevenly
copper mine, in northern Chile—Chuqui, sits a town of the same name, which distributed. More than three-quarters
for short—which is believed to be the was abandoned in the early two-thou- of the known resources lie in just four
largest open-pit mine on the globe. When sands, as waste rock began tumbling countries: Chile, Argentina, Bolivia, and
a blast goes off at the bottom of the pit, into people’s gardens and residents fell Australia. Competition over lithium sup-
more than half a mile down, the noise, ill. (The citizens of the town took to plies is one of the many sources of ten-
he says, is “shattering.” calling it Chuqui qui mata, or “Chuqui sion between the U.S. and China. Con-
Industrial mining operations began which kills.”) By now, the waste has way fears a replay of the nineteenth
at the site a century ago. In the inter- piled up high enough to consume a century, “when European countries col-
vening decades, most of the best-qual- quarter of the vacant houses and a seven- onised their way through much of the
ity ore there, and indeed around the story hospital. world, seeking rubber here, copper there.”
globe, has been churned through. “Even Lithium—the last of Conway’s ma- The best option he sees for the fu-
as people demanded more copper the terials—is equally essential to electrifi- ture lies in what he calls “unmanufac-
earth became considerably less willing cation. A typical electric-car battery con- turing.” Iron, copper, and lithium, in con-
to give it up,” Conway writes. In 1900, tains nearly twenty pounds of the metal, trast to oil, can be recycled. Faced with
fifty tons of rock yielded a ton of cop- which, in the era of climate change, has climate change on the one hand and the
per; to obtain that ton today, some eight been dubbed “white gold.” Like many material demands of new energy infra-
structure on the other, perhaps human-
ity will finally figure out how to reuse
the gazillions of tons of resources it’s al-
ready dug up. Conway doesn’t believe
this will happen anytime soon—“We
are still a long, long way from that prom-
ised land,” he cautions—but it is at least
theoretically possible.
BE A
tus living in what’s now Indonesia made course of twelve months, besides “ne-
some scratches on a mussel shell. By cessities”—a category that includes food
thirty thousand years ago, Homo sapiens and school supplies. Before the halfway
living in what’s now Italy were grind-
ing ochre to paint figures on stone. The
mark, Colwell and his family are already
starting to chafe against their self-im- FORCE
advent of art marks the point, Conway
writes, at which things were no longer
valued only for their utility—“when ob-
posed limits. Then they purchase a new
house. The idea of slow buying gets
tossed out with the moving boxes.
FOR GOOD
jects began to do more than just serve “So Much Stuff ” and “Material
our biological needs.” World” each make strong points; taken Your name can live on
During periods one and two, accu- together, the books are even more com-
mulating stuff was tough. In the days pelling—and alarming. Consumption as a champion of the
before agriculture, humans were con- patterns in the Global North—and
stantly on the move and could possess South, increasingly—simply cannot be
causes, communities,
only as much as they could carry. Once sustained. Everyone who’s read the news and places dear to
they began farming and settling down, lately, or just ventured outside into this
around ten thousand years ago, whole summer’s smoke-filled, record-break- you...for generations
new classes of objects were created— ing heat, knows this. But that knowl-
wheels, plows, sickles. The new objects, edge doesn’t seem to change much. Con-
to come.
along with the food surpluses they way explains this failure as a function
helped produce, gave rise to new forms of modernity. The industrialized world
of human relations. Societies became was built out of mountains of sand, iron,
stratified, and their most powerful mem- and copper, and it cannot operate with-
bers began to express their status by ac- out vast quantities of these or other ma-
cumulating objects of value. Still, ev- terials. Colwell traces the problem back
erything had to be made by hand, and even further. Our special talent as a spe-
the vast majority of people remained, cies is our ability to refashion raw ma- Kickstart your charitable legacy
by today’s standards, dirt poor. terials—first rocks into tools, then, even- with NYC’s community foundation.
Then came the Industrial Revolu- tually, quartz into integrated circuits. giving@nyct-cfi.org
tion, which ushered in period three. We are, he suggests, Homo stuffensis, a
People figured out how to reliably turn creature “defined and made by our (212) 686-0010 x363
iron into steel and sand into concrete. things.” We should change our ways—
They invented steam engines, followed we must change our ways—but this long giveto.nyc
by steam turbines. Each innovation begat history is against us.
Photo: Grantee Hetrick-Martin Institute
THE POLITICAL SCENE
THE WRESTLER
How Jim Jordan prosecutes Trump’s conspiracy theories in Congress.
BY JONATHAN BLITZER
O
n October 3rd, Republicans in out Jordan, who is currently the chairman tion Integrity Partnership, a group of ac-
the U.S. House of Representa- of the House Judiciary Committee. In ademics, students, and data analysts that
tives were threatening to do paying tribute to McCarthy, Jordan was tracked online misinformation during the
something unprecedented in American also dusting off his own résumé. The next 2020 election. Through an organization
history. A faction of the far right had in- morning, after eight Republicans, joined that received funding from the Depart-
troduced a motion to oust their leader, by every House Democrat, voted to re- ment of Homeland Security, they were
Speaker Kevin McCarthy. Before the move McCarthy, Jordan declared that he able to communicate with local and state
final vote, McCarthy’s allies offered some was running for Speaker himself. election officials, sharing information
words in his defense. The third member Straightaway, he had some two hun- and looking into tips. Kim Wyman, the
to rise to the dais was Jim Jordan, a fifty- dred backers. That he was in the running former Republican secretary of state of
nine-year-old Republican from Ohio, at all marked a seismic shift, both in Con- Washington, told me that, in the past,
who for years has been the Party’s most gress and in the Republican Party. The “election officials saw posts that were
influential insurgent. Colleagues used to Speaker isn’t just the second in line for wrong, but couldn’t take them down.”
call him “the other Speaker of the House,” the Presidency; he sets the chamber’s en- Now they could consult directly with a
because of his frequent maneuvers against tire legislative agenda. By his own admis- team of researchers, and send inaccurate
leadership. But this time his tone was sion, Jordan “didn’t come to Washington information—misreported voting hours
subdued. He was there to praise Mc- to make more laws.” He had risen in stat- at a polling place, for instance—to the
Carthy, not to bury him. ure as a political hit man, a launcher of relevant social-media platforms, which
“Kevin McCarthy has been rock partisan inquisitions. In a conference of would decide whether to remove it.
solid,” Jordan began. He wore a dark cynics, he had distinguished himself as a Starbird had joined the project, in the
suit jacket, which looked almost ex- true believer. No one was more aggressive summer of 2020, with colleagues from
otic on his shoulders. When he holds in prosecuting the Party’s paranoia or the University of Washington’s Center
forth—as he routinely does in the House more creative in stoking its sense of vic- for an Informed Public and the Stan-
committee room and on conservative timhood. The villains in the schemes he ford Internet Observatory, where the
television—he’s almost always in shirt- rode to power could come from anywhere. concept had originated. Several months
sleeves, speaking in a rapid-fire diction after the election, the researchers pub-
that can make him sound like an auc- ne of them was Kate Starbird, a lished their final report. On page 183,
tioneer crossed with a street preacher.
Listeners who share his grievances are
O computer scientist at the Univer-
sity of Washington. Starbird has what
they cited a critical part of their data set:
21,897,364 tweets, collected between Au-
inspired; those who don’t often have lit- she calls a “sticky” name—it stays in peo- gust 15 and December 12, 2020, which
tle idea what he’s talking about. In his ple’s heads. She also has an unlikely back- dealt with false information or unsub-
seventeen-year career in Congress, Jor- ground: for nine years, she played pro- stantiated rumors. Some three thousand
dan has not once sponsored a bill that fessional basketball, including five seasons tweets were flagged as potential viola-
became law. Instead, he’s searched for vic- in the W.N.B.A. After retiring, at the tions of Twitter’s terms of use.
tims of liberal plots—the most famous age of thirty, she completed a Ph.D. pro- “My wife thinks I’m losing touch
being Donald Trump, whose election gram, with a focus on a burgeoning field with reality when I try to explain the
loss, in 2020, Jordan refused to certify. called crisis informatics—the study of whole story,” Starbird told me recently.
Now Jordan recited the accomplish- how people use (and misuse) social media By the time of the report, Trump’s lies
ments of the previous nine months in the during natural disasters, wars, terrorist about a stolen election were starting to
Republican House, ticking off a list of attacks, and other outbreaks of violence. cool in the mainstream of the Repub-
investigative probes into far-right causes Often, her academic work involves an- lican Party. His lawyers and their allies
célèbres which, he said, had revealed bias alyzing online conspiracy theories: how had lost repeatedly in court; the Depart-
against conservatives at the Departments and why they spread and who keeps them ment of Justice was making arrests for
of Justice and Homeland Security, mach- going. In her professional judgment, in the insurrection at the Capitol on Jan-
inations by the deep state, malfeasance the summer of 2022 she became the tar- uary 6th. Starbird observed the fallout
related to the 2020 Presidential election. get of a very good one. in the far corners of the Internet, where
These achievements, he went on, “hap- The origin was, in part, a single line increasingly wild theories would sur-
pened under Speaker McCarthy.” But taken out of context. It came from a re- face—January 6th was an Antifa plot
none of it would have happened with- port released in March, 2021, by the Elec- or an F.B.I. setup—then wash out. One
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“Big Tech is out to get conservatives,” Jordan has said. “That’s not a suspicion. That’s not a hunch. That’s a fact.”
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to the midterm elections last Novem-
ber, when Republicans were expected to
retake control of the House and the Sen-
ate, Starbird began warning colleagues,
“There are going to be investigations.”
T
wenty-five years ago, China’s ananmen Square, in 1989, the Commu- smoke that used to impose a perpetual
writer of the moment was a nist Party had risked falling into obliv- twilight is gone. But, in the alleys, most
man named Wang Xiaobo. ion, behind its comrades in Moscow. It of the improvised cafés and galleries that
Wang had endured the Cultural Revo- survived by offering the Chinese peo- used to enliven the city have been cleared
lution, but unlike most of his peers, who ple a grand but pragmatic bargain: per- away, in the name of order; overhead, the
turned the experience into earnest tales sonal space in return for political loy- race to build new skyscrapers, which at-
of trauma, he was an ironist, in the vein alty. The Party leader Deng Xiaoping tracted designers from around the world,
of Kurt Vonnegut, with a piercing eye broke with the orthodoxy of the Mao has stalled. This summer, I had a drink
for the intrusion of politics into private era; he called for “courageous experi- with an intellectual I’ve known for years.
life. In his novella “Golden Age,” two ments” to insure that China would not He recalled a time when he took inspi-
young lovers confess to the bourgeois be like “a woman with bound feet.” Soon, ration from the dissidents of the East-
crime of extramarital sex—“We com- new N.G.O.s were lobbying for the rights ern Bloc: “Fifteen years ago, we were
mitted epic friendship in the mountain, of women and ethnic minorities, and talking about Havel.” These days, he told
breathing wet steamy breath.” They are foreign investors were funding startups, me with a wince, “people don’t want to
summoned to account for their failure including Alibaba and Tencent, that say anything.” By the time we stood to
of revolutionary propriety, but the local grew into some of the wealthiest com- leave, he had drained four Martinis.
apparatchiks prove to be less interested panies on earth. Young people were try- The embodiment of this reversal is
in Marx than in the prurient details of ing on new identities; I met a Chinese Xi Jinping, the General Secretary and
their “epic friendship.” band that played only American rock, President, who has come to be known
Wang’s fiction and essays celebrated though their repertoire was so limited among the Party rank and file by a suc-
personal dignity over conformity, and that they sang “Hotel California” twice cinct honorific: the Core. In the years
embraced foreign ideas—from Twain, a night. Above all, the Party sought to before Xi rose to power, in 2012, some
Calvino, Russell—as a complement to project confidence: Deng’s successor, Party thinkers had pushed for political
the Chinese perspective. In “The Plea- Jiang Zemin, visited the New York Stock liberalization, but the leaders, who feared
sure of Thinking,” the title essay in a col- Exchange, in 1997, rang the opening bell, infighting and popular rebellion, chose
lection newly released in English, he re- and boomed, in English, “I wish you stricter autocracy instead. Xi has proved
calls his time on a commune where the good trading!” stunningly harsh; though at first he urged
only sanctioned reading was Mao’s Lit- For two decades after Deng made his young people to “dare to dream,” and
tle Red Book. To him, that stricture im- deal with the people, the Party largely gestured toward market-oriented re-
plied an unbearable lie: “if the ultimate held to it. The private sector generated forms, he has abandoned Deng’s “cou-
truth has already been discovered, then fortunes; intellectuals aired dissent on rageous experiments” and ushered his
the only thing left for humanity to do campuses and social media; the middle country into a straitened new age. To
would be to judge everything based on class travelled and indulged. When I spend time in China at the end of
this truth.” Long after his death, of a lived in Beijing from 2005 to 2013, the Xi’s first decade is to witness a nation
heart attack, at the age of forty-four, social calendar was punctuated by open- slipping from motion to stagnation and,
Wang’s views still circulate among fans ings: concert halls, laboratories, archi- for the first time in a generation, ques-
like a secret handshake. His widow, the tectural marvels. At a celebration for a tioning whether a Communist super-
sociologist Li Yinhe, once told me, “I new art museum, an international crowd power can escape the contradictions that
know a lesbian couple who met for the peered up at a troupe of Spanish avant- doomed the Soviet Union.
first time when they went to pay their garde performers dangling from a con- At the age of seventy, Xi has removed
respects at his grave site.” She added, struction crane, writhing like flies in a term limits on his rule and eliminated
“There are plenty of people with minds web—just another evening in what a even loyal opponents. He travels less than
like this.” writer at the scene called “the unstop- he used to, and reveals little of the emo-
How did Wang become a literary pable ascension of Chinese art.” tion behind his thinking; there is no pub-
icon in a country famed for its constraint? When I return to China these days, lic ranting or tin-pot swagger. He moves
It helped that he was adroit at crafting the feeling of ineluctable ascent has so deliberately that he resembles a per-
narratives just oblique enough to elude waned. The streets of Beijing still show son underwater. Before the pandemic,
the censors. But the political context was progress; armadas of electric cars glide China’s official news often showed him
also crucial. After the crackdown at Ti- by like props in a sci-fi film, and the amid crowds of supporters applauding
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Few citizens believe that China will reach the heights they once expected. “The word I use is ‘grieving,’ ” one entrepreneur said.
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in stilted adoration. The clips circulate Even the farewell party, to sell off the reports of teachers and civil servants
abroad with the mocking caption “West last books, was plunged into darkness going unpaid.
North Korea,” but at home censors vig- by sudden “equipment maintenance.” China’s present troubles are about far
ilantly guard Xi’s honor; a leak from a Buyers kept shopping in darkness, using more than the economy. Four decades
Chinese social-media site last year re- cell phones as flashlights. Today, nobody after Deng and his peers put their coun-
vealed that it blocks no fewer than five would dare try to open a store like that. try on a path of “reform and opening
hundred and sixty-four nicknames for Measuring a nation’s mood can be up,” his successors have reversed course,
him, including Caesar, the Last Emperor, difficult—especially in China, which in politics and in culture. For ordinary
and twenty-one variations of Winnie- doesn’t allow independent polling—but Chinese citizens, that reversal is as jar-
the-Pooh. there are indicators. In America, when ring as it would have been for Ameri-
Unlike Deng and Jiang, Xi has never the nineteen-seventies brought inflation, can homesteaders if the U.S. had re-
lived abroad, and he has become openly gas lines, and turmoil in the Middle East, treated from the frontier. Joerg Wuttke,
disparaging about the future of the U.S. the public mood could be read on the the president emeritus of the European
and its democratic allies, declaring that roadways; the car industry still calls the Union Chamber of Commerce in China,
“the East is rising and the West is de- sluggish, boxy aesthetic of those days the who has lived there for more than thirty
clining.” He does not mask displeasure Malaise Era. Ask Chinese citizens about years, told me, “China always had come-
at the occasional run-in with a free press; their mood nowadays and some of the back stories. But not now.” He recalled
on the sidelines of a G-20 summit last words you hear most are mimang and addressing a roomful of students at Pe-
year, he complained to the Canadian jusang—“bewildered” and “frustrated.” king University: “I said, ‘Who among
Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, “Every- As in America, China’s changing tem- you is optimistic?’ It was one-third—
thing we’ve discussed has been leaked to per partly reflects economic concerns. which means two-thirds are pessimistic
the papers, and that’s not appropriate.” After Party leaders embarked on mar- at the best university in China. There’s
In the exchange, captured by a Canadian ket reforms, in 1978, the Chinese econ- this feeling of ‘What are we here for?’”
television crew, Xi flashed a tense smile omy more than doubled in size every Over the summer, in visits to China
and demanded “mutual respect,” adding, decade. Infrastructure was built at such and to émigré communities abroad, I
“Otherwise, there might be unpredict- a pace that China used more cement in interviewed several dozen people about
able consequences.” a three-year span than the U.S. had used their work and private lives, their sense
Year by year, Xi appears more at home in the entire twentieth century; Guizhou, of the direction in business, art, and pol-
in the world of the man he calls his “best one of the poorest provinces, has eleven itics. I was surprised how often they
and closest friend,” Vladimir Putin. In airports, to serve an area the size of Mis- spoke about Xi without uttering his
March, after the International Criminal souri. But that boom is over now. China name—a single finger flicked upward
Court issued an arrest warrant for the has all the airports—and railways and can suffice—because the subject is at
Russian President on war-crimes charges, factories and skyscrapers—that it can once ubiquitous and unsafe. (To a de-
Putin hosted Xi in Moscow, where they justify. The economy grew three per cent gree I’ve rarely encountered, many asked
described relations as the best they have last year, far short of the government’s to have their identities disguised.) Most
ever been. Clasping hands for a farewell target. Exports have dropped, and debt of all, I was struck by how many people
in the doorway of the Kremlin, Xi told has soared. Economists who once charted have come to doubt that China will
Putin, “Right now there are changes— China’s rise are now flatly pessimistic. achieve the heights they once expected.
the likes of which we haven’t seen for a Dan Rosen, of the Rhodium Group, a “The word I use to describe China now
hundred years—and we are the ones driv- research firm in New York, told me, “It is ‘grieving,’” an entrepreneur told me.
ing these changes together.” Putin re- is not just a blip. This is a permanent “We’re grieving for what was an excep-
sponded, “I agree.” new normal.” tional time.”
As a matter of scale, China is as formi- The Party has taken steps to obscure
n China, as in much of the world, you dable as ever: it is the largest trading problems from foreign inspection:
Istores.
can tell a lot about a place by its book-
For years, readers in Shanghai,
partner for more than a hundred and
twenty countries, it is home to at least
overseas access to corporate data and
academic journals has been restricted,
the nation’s most cosmopolitan city, had eighty per cent of the supply chain for scholars are warned not to discuss defla-
Jifeng—“Monsoon”—which opened in solar panels, and it is the world’s largest tion, and, in stock-market listings, law-
1997, just as Wang Xiaobo was breaking maker of electric vehicles. But the down- yers have been told to cut routine sug-
through. It was the city’s undisputed lib- turn has shaken citizens who have never gestions that laws could change “without
eral outpost, where even the most eso- experienced anything but improvements notice.” (Instead, they are to use the
teric speakers drew a crowd. But in 2017 in their standard of living. People who phrase “from time to time.”) Officially,
the public library, which owned the build- shunted their life savings into contracts China is encouraging foreign companies
ing, cancelled the lease, citing “increased for new apartments are contending with and scholars to return, but an expanded
regulations” on state-owned property. unfinished concrete blocks in overgrown “anti-espionage” law puts a vast range of
The owner, Yu Miao, scouted new sites, lots, because the developers ran out of information off limits, including “docu-
but, every time, the landlord got a call money. Civil treasuries are similarly de- ments, data, materials, or items related
and Yu was turned away. He ultimately pleted, by the shutdowns required by to national security and interests.” Au-
realized that “Jifeng can’t get a foothold.” China’s “zero-COVID” policy; there are thorities have raided consultancies with
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long histories in China, including Bain & hoped to promote “independent cul- ance attracted attention; among other
Company and Mintz Group, a due- ture,” they wrote in a farewell note, tasks, he had been involved in delicate
diligence firm that said five of its Chi- but had struggled to manage the “shift- dealings with the United States over
nese employees had been detained. ing line of what’s permissible and what Taiwan and over access for businesspeo-
The space for pop culture, high cul- isn’t.” Xiao Kuai’r was joining a list of ple and students. A spokesperson ini-
ture, and spontaneous interaction has Beijing haunts—Temple, Cellar Door, tially said that Qin was gone for “health
narrowed to a pinhole. Chinese social 8-Bit—that have disappeared in recent reasons,” but the ministry cut that state-
media, which once was a chaotic hive, memory. ment from the official transcript and
has been tamed, as powerful voices are Disappearances, of one kind or an- took to saying that it had “no informa-
silenced and discussions closed. Pop con- other, have become the backbeat of Chi- tion” on him. In Washington, where he
certs and other performances have been nese public life under Xi Jinping. The had previously served as Ambassador, I
cancelled for reasons described only as head of China’s missile force, Li Yuchao, used to meet him occasionally; he was
“force majeure.” Even standup comics was secretly detained sometime during a smoothly pugnacious presence, who
are forced to submit videos of jokes for the summer. His political commissar liked to boast of how many American
advance approval. This spring, a come- vanished, too. Under the unwritten rules states he’d visited. (Twenty-two, at the
dian was investigated for improvising a of these kinds of disappearances, an of- highest count.) The last time I saw him,
riff on a Chinese military slogan (“Fight ficial report will eventually disclose what he was about to visit St. Louis, where
well, win the battle”) in a joke about his the two men did and what happened to he would throw out the first pitch at a
dogs going crazy over a squirrel. His rep- them, but in the meantime there was Cardinals game, and was nervously pre-
resentatives were fined two million dol- little more than a rumor that they were paring by studying videos on YouTube.
lars and barred from hosting events. being investigated for corruption or, per- In Mao’s day, a purge within the Party
Into the cultural void, the Party has haps, leaking state secrets. required skilled technicians to excise a
injected a torrent of publishing under The missing generals marked an un- comrade from photos. In the digital age,
Xi’s name—eleven new books in the first usually busy summer of purges. China’s it is easier; entries on Qin vanished from
five months of this year, far more than foreign minister, Qin Gang—last seen the foreign ministry’s Web site over-
any predecessor ever purported to shaking hands with a Vietnamese offi- night. But the references to the minis-
write—collecting his comments on every cial at a meeting in Beijing—vanished ter were restored when the change at-
topic from economics and history to the at around the same time. His disappear- tracted attention abroad, and during my
lives of women. Geremie Barmé, a prom-
inent historian and translator, calls it “Xi
Jinping’s Empire of Tedium.” “Here is
one of the great cultures of succinct
telegraphic communication, and it has
ended up with this tsunami of logor-
rhea,” Barmé said. The system is fum-
bling in search of an answer to the big
question: Can Xi’s China still manage
the pairing of autocracy and capitalism?
“What do you do with an economy that
can’t deal with unemployment created
by mismanagement?” Barmé asked.
“What do you do with people who feel
their lives are aimless?” He said, “They
don’t have a system that can cope with
the forces they’ve unleashed.”
BOOKS
TRAPPED
The life and death of Tupac Shakur.
BY HUA HSU
I
n just five years of stardom, Tupac he contained such wild contradictions notebooks he kept in his teens and twen-
Shakur released four albums, three somehow seemed to attest to his authen- ties. The biography’s publication follows
of which were certified platinum, ticity, his greatest trait as an artist. “Dear Mama: The Saga of Afeni and
and acted in six films. He was the first He died at the age of twenty-five, fol- Tupac Shakur,” a documentary series that
rapper to release two No. 1 albums in lowing a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas, premièred, on FX, in April. Robinson
the same year, and the first to release in 1996. Until last month, nobody had was an executive producer on “Dear
a No. 1 album while incarcerated. But been charged in the murder, despite mul- Mama,” which drew on the same archive
his impact on American culture in the tiple eyewitnesses—a generation’s initia- of estate-approved, previously unreleased
nineteen-nineties is explained less by tion into the world of conspiracy theo- materials as her book, and the works
sales than by the fierce devotion that he ries. An entire cottage industry arose to share a common purpose: to complicate
inspired. He was a folk hero, born into exalt him. Eight platinum albums were Shakur without demystifying him.
a family of Black radicals, before be- released posthumously. His mystique
spawned movies, museum exhibitions,
coming the type of controversy-clouded
celebrity on the lips of politicians and
gossip columnists alike. He was a new
academic conferences, books; one volume
reprinted flirtatious, occasionally erotic
SAfenihehaveShakur
begins, as the artist himself would
preferred it, with his mother.
was born Alice Faye Wil-
kind of sex symbol, bringing together letters he’d mailed to a woman while in- liams on January 10, 1947, in Lumberton,
tenderness and bruising might, those carcerated. There appears to be no end North Carolina; about twelve years later
delicate eyelashes and the “fuck the to the content that he left behind, and it she moved to the South Bronx. Williams
world” tattoo on his upper back. He has been easy to make him seem pro- was academically gifted and attended
was the reason a generation took to pair- phetic: here’s a clip of him foretelling the High School of Performing Arts, in
ing bandannas with Versace. He is also Black Lives Matter, and here’s one warn- Manhattan, though she felt out of place
believed to have been the first artist to ing of Donald Trump’s greed. Every new among her more affluent classmates and
go straight from prison, where he was era gets to ask what might have happened eventually dropped out. In the late six-
serving time on a sexual-abuse charge, had Shakur survived. ties, she became interested in Black his-
to the recording booth and to the top This plenitude is the challenge faced tory and Afrocentric thinking, took the
of the charts. by “Tupac Shakur: The Authorized Bi- Yoruba name Afeni, and joined a local
“I give a holla to my sisters on wel- ography” (Crown), a book that the nov- chapter of the Black Panthers. In 1968,
fare /Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else elist and screenwriter Staci Robinson she married Lumumba Shakur—and
care,” he rapped on his track “Keep Ya began working on nearly a quarter cen- into a family of political radicals. His fa-
Head Up,” from 1993, one of his earliest tury ago. She first met Shakur, who at- ther, Salahdeen Shakur, was a revolu-
hits, with the easy swagger of someone tended the same Bay Area high school tionary leader who’d worked closely with
convinced of his own righteousness. On that she had, when he was seventeen. In Malcolm X. The Shakurs were such a
weepy singles like “Brenda’s Got a Baby” the late nineties, at his mother’s behest, force that others in their circle adopted
(1991) and “Dear Mama” (1995), he was Robinson began interviewing his friends their surname as a mark of allegiance.
an earnest do-gooder, standing with and family, though the project was soon In April, 1969, prosecutors charged
women against misogyny. Yet he was just put on hold. She was asked to return to her and twenty other Black Panthers
as believable making anthems animated it a few years ago, and was given access with participating in a plot to kill po-
by spite, including “Hit ’Em Up” and to unpublished materials. licemen and to bomb police stations and
“Against All Odds”—both songs that It’s a reverential and exhaustive tell- other public places throughout the city.
Shakur recorded in the last year of his ing of Shakur’s story, leaning heavily on The police relied on undercover infor-
life, with a menacing edge to his voice the perspective of his immediate family, mants, one of whom Afeni had long sus-
as he calls out his enemies by name. That featuring pages reproduced from the pected. As Robinson writes, this “was
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DAVID LACHAPELLE / CONTOUR / GETTY; OPPOSITE: LALALIMOLA
In 1996, not long after getting out of prison, Shakur modelled for David LaChapelle in the photo shoot “Becoming Clean.”
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the beginning of what would become a point that won was that other point.” Vice-President Dan Quayle demanded
lifelong ‘trust nobody’ mentality.” Shakur sometimes felt that his mother that the rapper’s record label recall it, after
The defendants became known as “cared about ‘the’ people more than ‘her’ a self-professed Tupac fan shot a state
the Panther 21. Supporters raised enough people.” He attended the Baltimore trooper in Texas. Among aficionados,
money to get Afeni out on bail. “Be- School for the Arts, with the hope of meanwhile, Shakur became better known
cause I was articulate, they felt that I becoming an actor, and fell in with an for “Brenda’s Got a Baby,” which he wrote
would be able to help get them out if I artsy crowd that included Jada Pinkett. after reading a newspaper story about a
got out first,” she recalled. When the Robinson sees this as a period of self-dis- twelve-year-old Black girl who put her
case went to trial, in 1970, Afeni, who covery. He was into poetry and wore newborn down a trash chute. Shakur
was pregnant, defended herself and sup- black nail polish, recruited classmates for avoids judgment, instead pointing to larger
ported her comrades from the stand. She the local chapter of the Young Commu- forces at play: “It’s sad, ’cause I bet Brenda
was clever, charismatic, and relentless in nist League, and obsessively listened to doesn’t even know / Just ’cause you’re in
the courtroom, helping her fellow-Pan- Don McLean’s “Vincent,” a feathery trib- the ghetto doesn’t mean you/Can’t grow.”
thers gain acquittal in May, 1971. The ute to the misunderstood genius of van
journalist Murray Kempton, who cov- Gogh, who had “suffered” for his sanity: t the heart of the Tupac Shakur my-
ered the trial, wrote that Afeni spoke “as
though she were bearing a prince.”
“This world was never meant forone/As
beautiful as you.”
A thology is how much of his artistic
persona was the result of moments in
Her “trust nobody” mentality was en- Just before his senior year of high which he imagined what it might be like
coded into Tupac Shakur’s very identity. school, Tupac and Afeni moved to Cal- to walk in another’s shoes. It speaks to
He was born Lesane Parish Crooks in ifornia, where they would be closer to how empathetic—but also how impres-
East Harlem in June, 1971, and Robin- Sekyiwa, who had gone to live with fam- sionable—he could be. It’s something
son explains that the name, borrowed ily friends just north of San Francisco. his fans often debate: Were there sim-
from Afeni’s cellmate, Carol Crooks, was “He taught us a lot about Malcolm X ply some poses he could never shake?
meant to protect him from being seen as and Mandela,” a local d.j. recalled, “and While working on what became his début
a “Panther baby.” Meanwhile, Afeni’s we taught him a lot about the streets.” album, he had been filming “Juice,” Er-
marriage collapsed when Lumumba Shakur eventually befriended members nest Dickerson’s movie about four young
learned that she had been seeing other of Digital Underground, an Oakland hip- men juggling friendship and street am-
men; Tupac’s biological father, whose hop group that took inspiration from the bition in Harlem. He played Roland
identity would remain a mystery for years, energy and the eclecticism of seventies Bishop, whose devil-may-care drive dis-
was a man named Billy Garland. funk. He worked primarily as a dancer tinguishes him from his pals, and leads
From the beginning, Afeni saw her before earning a guest verse on Digital him to betray them. Shakur studied
son—whom she would rename Tupac Underground’s 1991 hit “Same Song.” Method acting while in high school, and
Amaru, for the Peruvian revolutionary— In the early nineties, making it through some believe Bishop was the beginning
as a “soldier in exile.” Robinson depicts hip-hop’s hypercompetitive gantlet didn’t of a series of more sinister characters that
her as a devoted, and at times demand- guarantee stability. Robinson writes that Shakur absorbed into his persona.
ing, mother. She enrolled him at a pro- Shakur considered leaving music for a There are a few clips on YouTube of
gressive preschool in Greenwich Vil- career in political organizing. His mod- speeches that Shakur delivered in the
lage—but withdrew him after she came est, local fame got him a record deal, but early nineties, and they are among the
to pick him up and saw him standing it didn’t insulate him from the troubles most riveting performances he ever gave.
on a table and dancing like James Brown. facing most young Black males. In Oc- In one, he addresses the Malcolm X
“Education is what my son is here for, tober, 1991, he was stopped by the police Grassroots Movement at a banquet in
not to entertain you all,” she told his for jaywalking in downtown Oakland. Atlanta. Shakur, introduced as a “second-
teacher. Later that night, as she spanked After a brief argument, in which the of- generation revolutionary,” regards the
her son, she reminded him, “You are an ficers made light of his name, the rap- room of middle-aged activists, some of
independent Black man, Tupac.” per was put in a choke hold, slammed whom might have fought alongside his
In 1975, Afeni married an adopted against the pavement, and then charged mother, with a punk irreverence. “It’s on,
member of the Shakur clan, the revolu- with resisting arrest. (He sued the city just like it was on when you was young,”
tionary Mutulu Shakur, with whom she of Oakland, settling out of court.) he says, casting himself as the new face
had a daughter, Sekyiwa. Despite gestures That November, he released his début of the struggle. “How come now that I’m
toward a conventional life, Afeni couldn’t album, “2Pacalypse Now,” drawing on the twenty years old, ready to start some shit
shake her experiences in the sixties, es- slow-rolling, synthesizer-driven funk of up, everybody telling me to calm down?”
pecially her sense of mistrust and vul- the West Coast. His political convictions He keeps apologizing for cursing before
nerability. She split from Mutulu in the gave shape to his anger; there was a bright- cursing some more, making light of their
early eighties and moved with Tupac and ness to his voice which made tales of po- respectability politics. “We coming up
Sekyiwa to Baltimore, where she strug- lice brutality, such as “Trapped” (“too in a totally different world. . . . This is
gled with addiction and a larger sense many brothers daily headed for the big not the sixties.”
of disillusionment. “It was a war and we pen”), seem like an opportunity to orga- He talked about an initiative called
lost,” she later explained. “Your side lost nize, not a reason for resignation. “2Pac- 50 N.I.G.G.A.Z.—a backronym for
means that your point lost. . . . That the alypse Now” gained notoriety when “Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accom-
56 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
plished”—in which he would recruit
one young Black man in each state to
build a communityorganizing network. BRIEFLY NOTED
This eventually became T.H.U.G.
L.I.F.E. (“The Hate U Gave Little In The Upstairs Delicatessen, by Dwight Garner (Farrar, Straus &
fants Fuck Everybody”). The approach Giroux). Garner, whose book reviews are a highlight of the
was inspired by the Black Panthers and Times culture pages, serves up a commonplace book composed
sought to mend the divisions engendered of literary quotations, advice for living, recipes, and a heaping
by gang life. By the time he released his side order of memoir. The assortment makes it clear that, in
triumphant 1993 album, “Strictly 4 My his reading and at the table, Garner, like A. J. Liebling before
N.I.G.G.A.Z.,” he seemed resolute in him, is a man of immense appetites. He likes his dishes un
his pursuit of politics by other means. pretentious––his yearning for chili dogs is at least as power
That fall, he went to New York to film ful as his love of oysters––and his tastes as a reader range from
“Above the Rim,” the story of a talented thrillers centered on hardboiled boozers to “Ulysses,” in which
basketball player trying to steer clear of grilled mutton kidneys thrill Leopold Bloom, with their “tang
a local drug dealer who has taken an in of faintly scented urine.” Garner’s mind––his “upstairs delica
terest in his success. Shakur was the villain, tessen”––is generous, excellent company.
and to shape the role he spent time with
Jacques (Haitian Jack) Agnant, a local Revolutionary Spring, by Christopher Clark (Crown). This
gangster. Agnant was present on a night Cambridge historian’s scrupulous survey takes up the inter
that became pivotal to Shakur’s life. That connected uprisings that engulfed almost all of Europe in 1848.
November, Shakur, Agnant, and two oth Arguing that they represent “the only truly European revolu
ers were accused of sexual assault by a tion that there has ever been,” Clark follows these revolts’ trajec
woman the rapper had met a few days tories, from heady beginnings, when parliaments were
earlier at a club. Shakur claimed to have convened and new constitutions proliferated, to counterrev
fallen asleep in an adjoining room, and olutionary backlashes. Resisting the “stigma of failure” that has
to have played no role in the alleged abuse. tended to lurk over this period, he insists that it was consequential,
“When the charge first came up,” he calling it “the particle collision chamber at the centre of the
explained in an interview for Vibe mag European nineteenth century. People, groups and ideas flew
azine, “I hated black women. I felt like into it, crashed together, fused or fragmented, and emerged in
I put my life on the line. At the time I showers of new entities whose trails can be traced through the
made ‘Keep Ya Head Up,’ nobody had decades that followed.”
no songs about black women. I put out
‘Keep Ya Head Up’ from the bottom of Pet, by Catherine Chidgey (Europa). In this suspenseful bildungs
my heart. It was real, and they didn’t roman, Justine, a Catholic schoolgirl living in New Zealand in
defend it. I felt like it should have been the nineteeneighties, searches for a classroom thief, as the
women all over the country talking school’s suspicions shift from her to her best friend to a glam
about, ‘Tupac couldn’t have did that.’ ” orous new teacher. Justine’s adolescence is colored by concerns
This is a challenging moment to both workaday and personal: a close female friendship, petty
weave into a largely flattering biogra teenage infighting, seizures that disrupt her recall, grief for her
phy. Biographies tend to make a life into recently deceased mother. The novel occasionally jumps forward
a series of inevitable outcomes. At times, to 2014, when Justine, now an adult with a daughter of her own,
Robinson’s book invests more in exhaus tends to her dementiastricken father. In these moments, Justine’s
tive detail than in a sense of interiority. girlhood collapses into her present, and she appraises “shim
We get the family and friends lobbying mers in my memory” and revisits the mysteries of her youth.
on Shakur’s behalf. “He was not just
angry, but insulted by the charge,” his Fire in the Canyon, by Daniel Gumbiner (Astra). Set in the foot
aunt explains to Robinson. The author hills of California’s gold country, this dreadladen novel fol
continues, “Afeni felt sympathy for the lows a family who make their living cultivating grapes for wine
woman, but she never doubted that Tupac making as they attempt to resume their lives in the wake of a
was innocent.” (Robinson notes that his wildfire. After an evacuation, they return to the same land, but
accuser “would tell a different story.”) their environment—increasingly marred by drought, fire, and
A song like “Wonda Why They Call high temperatures—presents a cascade of fears: not just death
U Bitch” (addressed to a “sleazy,” “easy” and injury from fire but power outages, dangerous air quality,
golddigger) might be rationalized as and smoke that might taint their grapes and thus take away
so much toxic bravado. It’s much harder their livelihood. The father’s detailed awareness of the region’s
to explain away acts of coercion. Fans weather produces a sense of looming crisis; he notes how often
and journalists struggled with this ques once unusual events now occur—a set of circumstances that
tion at the time. In June, 1995, Vibe make it “hard not to wonder where the bottom was.”
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 57
printed a letter from his accuser. She after his release, Shakur put out a dou- tion for Shakur’s murder was that he fell
denied that Shakur was, as he insisted, ble CD—the first by a solo rapper— victim to a feud between two Los Ange-
in an adjoining room. “I admit I did not called “All Eyez on Me.” Joining Death les gangs, the Mob Piru Bloods, with
make the wisest decisions,” she writes, Row gave his music a fearless and fore- which Death Row was associated, and
“but I did not deserve to be gang raped.” boding feel; it sounded both harder and the South Side Compton Crips. In 2019,
more radio-ready than anything he’d a Crips leader, Duane (Keffe D) Davis,
he episode marked the beginning previously done, his raps toggling from published “Compton Street Legend,” in
T of Shakur’s paranoid descent. In late
November, 1994, almost exactly one year
hell-raising party boasts to taunting sing-
alongs. But there were also moments of
which he detailed the mounting tensions
that led to Shakur’s killing. “Tupac was
later, he was beaten up and robbed in penitence, like “Life Goes On” and “I a guppy that got swallowed up by some
the lobby of a recording studio in New Ain’t Mad at Cha,” which some fans later ferocious sharks,” Davis wrote. “He
York. During the scuffle, he was shot five interpreted as prophecies of his demise. shouldn’t have ever got involved in that
times. The following day, he was found In the ten months following his re- bullshit of trying to be a thug.” Davis ex-
guilty of first-degree sexual abuse, a lesser lease, he recorded two additional albums plained that, although he didn’t pull the
charge among those he faced, but one and worked on two films. He had plans trigger, he was in the car and supplied
that still carried a sentence of eighteen for restaurants, a fashion line, a video the murder weapon. In September of this
months to four and a half years in prison. game, a publishing company, a cookbook, year, he was finally arrested by the Las
“It was her who sodomized me,” he de- a cartoon series, and a radio show. In her Vegas Police Department, and he now
clared of his accuser at the time of the introduction, Robinson explains that faces murder charges. (A former lawyer
trial. (Agnant pleaded guilty to misde- Shakur had couch-surfed at her apart- of his told the New York Times that Davis
meanor charges and got probation.) A ment when he was younger and visiting plans to plead not guilty.)
person of extremes, he expected extremes Los Angeles to meet with record labels. Rap music has a particular relation-
of those around him. “He definitely be- He never forgot her kindness. He told ship with death—a reminder of the pre-
lieved there were two kinds of women,” her that he was forming a group of women cariousness of Black life. In a recent essay
Jada Pinkett Smith told Michael Eric writers to work on screenplays with him. on hip-hop’s long trail of deceased,
Dyson, whose 2001 book, “Holler if You Their first meeting was to be at his Los Danyel Smith lamented that “so much
Hear Me: Searching for Tupac Shakur,” Angeles condo on September 10, 1996. of Black journalism is obituary.” The
helped bring Shakur to the academy. “He one-two punch of Shakur’s death in Sep-
had a way of putting you on a pedestal he writers’ group would never meet. tember, 1996, and the Notorious B.I.G.’s
and, if there was one thing you did wrong,
he would swear you were the devil.”
T On September 7, 1996, Shakur at-
tended a Mike Tyson fight in Las Vegas.
the following March taught a genera-
tion how to mourn: loudly, defiantly.
Shakur was sentenced in February, Afterward, he caught four bullets from Perhaps Shakur’s contradictions—the
1995. He became convinced that Chris- a drive-by near the Strip. His death, six gangster poet who was never exactly a
topher Wallace (better known as the No- days later, mired in mystery, seemed in- gangster, the actor who could never break
torious B.I.G.) and Sean Combs (then stantly significant. Chuck D, of Public character—would have found resolution
Puffy), who were at the studio the night Enemy, soon floated a theory that the had he lived longer. At the heart of things
he was shot, were part of a setup; he rapper was still alive. When Shakur’s was always the question of how to dis-
thought Agnant was in on it, too. (All first posthumous album was released, tinguish the persona from the person.
three denied involvement.) In the mean- in November, fans combed it for clues That Shakur left so much behind—a
time, his legal bills had left him with pre- that he had faked his own death. vault of unreleased songs, a startling trove
carious finances. Suge Knight, the bully- Others tried to reconcile the vengeance of videotaped interviews, from his high-
ing head of Death Row Records, a label rap he recorded for Death Row with the school years to the last hours of his life,
with ties to L.A.’s gang underworld, per- conscious ideals with which he’d started the speeches and performances—is one
suaded Shakur to sign with him; soon out. “It is our duty to claim, celebrate reason that his career can appear to be a
afterward, its parent label posted bail, so and most of all critique the life of Tupac solvable mystery. He could have been a
that Shakur could go free while he ap- Shakur,” Kierna Mayo wrote a few months political leader or gone on to even greater
pealed his conviction. Knight preyed on after his demise. In 1997, Vibe published a success as an actor or a recording artist.
Shakur’s growing persecution complex. book collecting its coverage of the artist. What he wanted, however, seemed al-
By this time, it was hard to recall that his “Wasn’t Tupac great when he wasn’t get- ways to elude him. I remember seeing
famous “THUG LIFE” tattoo, which was ting shot up? Or accused of rape?” the ed- the February, 1994, issue of Vibe, which
inked across his abdomen in 1992, had itor Danyel Smith asks in the introduc- featured Shakur in a straitjacket, and the
once held a political meaning.The struggle tion. “Wasn’t he just the best when he question “Is Tupac crazy or just mis-
was no longer against an unjust establish- wasn’t falling for Suge Knight’s lame-ass understood?” Maybe a little of both?
ment; it was between “ridaz and punks,” lines and dying broke? Couldn’t Tupac just He took on the world because he was
his fast-living crew and its “bitch” rivals. have been your everything?” In the Village young, convinced that he could turn the
He was feverishly productive, some- Voice, the critic dream hampton wrote, “I pain around him into something else. He
times setting up two studios at once and believed he’d get his shit together and ar- trusted nobody; he wished to love every-
bouncing between them, working on dif- ticulate nationalism for our generation.” body. He was, for a long cultural moment,
ferent songs at the same time. Months For years, the most plausible explana- incandescent. But he was never free.
58 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
How is marriage unlike everything
BOOKS else? And why is it sometimes so very
awful? These are questions raised
by the British critic and filmmaker
THE MARRIAGE PLOT Devorah Baum in her nimble new work,
“On Marriage” (Yale).There is, she writes,
What it means to share a life. “something enigmatic about the marital
bond lying in excess of Enlightenment
BY REBECCA MEAD reason or easy description.” Marriage is
a vast subject, being an institution that
informs our most important social struc-
tures—including the tax code and the
disposition of intergenerational wealth—
while also circumscribing the idiosyn-
cratic goings on within Baum’s house-
hold, or mine, or, quite possibly, yours.
Yet Baum finds that marriage is a sur-
prisingly unexamined subject, at least by
professional philosophers, who have left
the field to novelists, filmmakers, and
other artists and theorists. When mar-
riage does make an appearance in the
philosophical canon, Baum suggests, it
is typically only a subsidiary topic. Philo-
sophers lose their minds a bit when try-
ing to address the subject of the marital
condition, she says, citing the unmarried
Kant’s insistence that marriage is founded
upon “the reciprocal use that one human
being makes of the sexual organs and
capacities of another.” (She notes that
“long-term married people, at least, would
surely have been able to reassure the moral
philosopher that marriage isn’t chiefly
about constant reciprocal sex.”) Baum
asks whether the relative lack of philo-
sophic interest in marriage could, in fact,
Two new books make their cases for how we ought to regard matrimony. be the key to understanding what mar-
riage means philosophically. Is marriage,
“ M arriage is so unlike everything
else. There is something even
tion, with each spouse disappointed and
embittered by the other’s intransigent
she asks, “what you only do when you
do not ponder it too much?”
awful in the nearness it brings.” So says sense of selfhood. Between these two Baum, who teaches English literature
Dorothea Brooke, the heroine of George poles, Eliot offers refracted perspectives and critical theory at the University of
Eliot’s “Middlemarch,” a novel that ex- on more or less successful marriages: Southampton, has made a specialty of
plores the many different ways in which the complacent bourgeois harmony of pondering marriage. The author of an
the institution of marriage can be a site Mr. and Mrs. Vincy, Rosamond’s par- earlier work of criticism, “Feeling Jew-
of discovery and delusion, proximity and ents; the sometimes contentious equal- ish,” in which she artfully explored themes
estrangement, comfort and misery. Dor- ity struck between Caleb Garth, an frequently associated with Jewishness—
othea’s insight is informed by her own honorable land manager, and Susan, his such as self-hatred, alienation, and smoth-
ill-advised marriage, to Edward Casau- frequently wiser wife; the secrets and ering mother love—Baum has collabo-
bon, a desiccated scholar and the blocked lies that underpin the smug union of rated with her husband, the filmmaker
would-be author of a “Key to All My- Mr. Bulstrode, a banker with a dark past, Josh Appignanesi, on two feature-length
thologies.” Dorothea’s words, which ar- and the willfully unwitting Mrs. Bul- comedic documentaries that, in an auto-
rive close to the end of the novel, are strode. In “Middlemarch”—as in the fictional mode, chronicle their domestic
addressed to Rosamond Vincy, the may- wider world the novel still speaks to— life in times of crisis. “The New Man,”
or’s daughter. In Rosamond’s marriage marriage is the default social arrange- from 2016, takes up Appignanesi’s infan-
to Dr. Tertius Lydgate, a newcomer to ment; despite its omnipresence, it is too tile fears of being displaced when Baum
Middlemarch, Eliot provides another little questioned, often flawed, and only becomes pregnant, though the film takes
illustration of curdled marital expecta- occasionally satisfactory. a darker turn when the pregnancy becomes
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endangered. “Husband,” from 2022, is on her own, and on the page, rather than to all mythologies, and that “Middle-
about Appignanesi trying to make a collaborating with her husband on film, march” was meant to be the all-encom-
movie about Baum’s New York public- Baum makes the exposure of her own passing work that Edward Casaubon was
ity tour for “Feeling Jewish”: book par- marital arrangements secondary to her unable to write.
ties with academics, a Q. & A. with Zadie preferred activity of analyzing books, mov-
Smith at the McNally Jackson bookstore
in SoHo, all with their two small chil-
dren in tow. (As they walk through a
ies, and television shows. Her selections
are mostly of the sort produced and con-
sumed by members of the transatlantic
A mong the scenes from her own mar-
riage that Baum describes is a mo-
ment in which she’s sitting with her hus-
bustling Washington Square Park, Ap- cultural cognoscenti who appear in “The band on the couch while watching the
pignanesi badgers Baum for not enjoy- New Man” and “Husband”—including unnervingly intimate sex represented in
ing her success more while bemoaning work by the novelist Taffy Brodesser- the television adaptation of Sally Rooney’s
his own sense of being eclipsed: “I want Akner, the theorist Slavoj Žižek, and the novel “Normal People.” She begins by
to ride on your coattails and at the same screenwriter Phoebe Waller-Bridge. (For underlining how, for parents of small chil-
time ruin it for you—is that O.K.?”) In Baum, the figure of the “hot priest” in dren, the co-watching of television rep-
both films, Baum is restrained and pre- Season 2 of “Fleabag” is a representation resents a precious opportunity for adults-
cisely intelligent, especially in contrast of “marriage’s singular ability to conju- only time. “We look forward to looking
to her excessive, neurotic spouse. “Hus- gate those things within us that other- forward together and there are few things
band,” with its jazzy soundtrack and its wise cannot abide in a world with no pa- we look forward to quite as much,” she
talky sidewalk excursions, might have tience for contradictions, such as love and writes. She goes on, though, to consider
easily been called “Manhattan,” had that hate, morality and obscenity, the ortho- just why the encounters between Mari-
title not already been taken. dox and the liberal, the secular and the anne and Connell, the two young people
“On Marriage” shares the cerebral sen- religious.”) Ingmar Bergman is a touch- at the story’s center, should be so espe-
sibility established in those movies; the stone, as is Stanley Cavell, that rare phi- cially squirm-inducing, given the quan-
book is characterized by an affinity for losopher who has taken marriage as a tity of explicit content readily available
wordplay and by an awareness, informed topic for serious consideration, especially to the contemporary viewer. Recalling
by psychoanalytic theory, that wordplay in “Pursuits of Happiness,” an account the acute embarrassment she would feel
is seldom wholly frivolous. Baum’s open- of Hollywood’s screwball comedies as re- as a child when, while watching TV with
ing pages are groaningly laden with mar- marriage stories. Like Cavell—and like her parents, a bout of onscreen sex would
riage-centric puns. “Writing about mar- George Eliot, who also gets a look-in— occur, Baum draws upon the Freudian
riage wasn’t my idea—someone eligible Baum is convinced that marriage, over concept of scopophilia, or the pleasure of
proposed it to me and I said yes,” she re- all, might provide a moral and social good. watching: those unsought glimpses were,
ports. Her point is that marriage lends Of “Middlemarch,” the greatest novel by she says, a kind of displacement of the
itself irresistibly to metaphor, being an the most philosophically inclined of nov- primal scene, and a reminder that the
inescapable framework for conceiving of elists, Baum offers the ingenious inter- people inside the family home have “their
ourselves in relation to others. Working pretation that marriage itself is the key own bodies, their own histories, their own
feelings, their own desires, their own
dreams and fantasies and lives to live.”
She enlists an observation by the psycho-
analyst Darian Leader that “one starts
looking for things only once they are lost,”
and proposes that the depiction of inter-
course between beautiful twentysome-
things in “Normal People” may evoke in
each of the co-watchers a nostalgic de-
sire for a lost past that, crucially, may not
be a shared one. In a final critical turn,
Baum considers the way in which the
show illustrates the evolution of Mari-
anne and Connell’s own intimacy: at first,
they look into each other’s eyes while
making love, only later to lie in bed com-
panionably with an open laptop. For the
characters onscreen, no less than for view-
ers at home, watching together is one way
that a relationship matures as its partic-
“Advertise fun hamster snacks. Advertise organic hamster ipants come of age—or, in Baum’s phrase,
snacks. Hamster snacks. Where can I find fun as love enters history.
hamster snacks. Organic snacks. #hamstersnacks. I want to “On Marriage” is characterized by this
buy organic hamster snacks. Advertise hamster snacks.” kind of agile curiosity: to Baum, no couch
is ever just a piece of furniture, even when upending the institution. “The happily
a couple collapses upon it exhausted married,” Baum says, “are the ones who’ve
at the end of a day devoted to family simultaneously killed and reinforced the
management. Every scene from her mar- institution by making it suit themselves.”
riage is offered up in the expectation that
it will be understood in the spirit of Berg- ow marriage underpins social in-
man’s 1973 miniseries, “Scenes from a
Marriage”—a work that episodically
H equality is the subject of “The
Two-Parent Privilege” (Chicago), by Me-
chronicles the dissolution of a marriage lissa Kearney, a professor of economics
between a professional couple who claim, at the University of Maryland and a se-
at the outset, to be “indecently” fortu- nior fellow at the Brookings Institution.
nate in their bourgeois union. By the sto- Kearney’s approach to the subject of
ry’s end, divorced and remarried to other marriage could hardly be less like Baum’s.
people, they reunite for an extramarital Kearney is not interested in marriage as
affair, having, Baum says, “finally arrived a “meet and happy conversation,” in John
at their marriage’s indecent happiness in Milton’s still persuasive formulation, or
true form.” Like the critic Laura Kipnis, as an arena for the consensual, revolu- M A I N E | C H I LT O N S . C O M
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and yoke: “You don’t need to be an ani- ogetic for the dryness of her analysis;
mal expert to deduce that horse and car- early on, she writes, “Other people and
riage aren’t likely to be in the most un- experts are trained and experienced at
impeded of relationships.” eliciting the deeply personal stories of
Unlike Kipnis, however, Baum writes others through extensive interviews and
from within the institution she is ex- powerful vignettes. That is not my par-
amining. She is interested not only in ticular expertise.” Her expertise—her
the ways marriage might be repressive “comparative advantage,” as she puts it
and regressive—a force to sustain the in the language of her trade—is in an-
patriarchy and maintain the capitalist alyzing large sets of data to produce
social order—but also in asking what is quantifiable findings about the effects
at stake in continuing to characterize of marriage upon society at large.
marriage in this negative light. Baum is Kearney begins by setting forth what
especially interested in marriages that she acknowledges is a difficult argument
adapt the institution’s conventional trap- to make, at least if one does not want to
pings for subversive and playful ends; be accused of being a doctrinaire social
the quarrelling of couples in Shake- conservative: that the decline in mar-
speare’s plays or in Hollywood’s screw- riage rates and the corresponding rise
ball comedies, she maintains, reflects in the number of children being raised
“the pleasure of a relationship that, in one-parent homes “has contributed
though it might look like a battle for to the economic insecurity of American
mastery, is really thrilling to the dynam- families, has widened the gap in oppor-
ics of equality.” Baum writes of how tunities and outcomes for children from
Maggie Nelson, in her memoir “The different backgrounds, and today poses
Argonauts,” conjures a rapturous vision economic and social challenges that we
of coupled happiness with her spouse, cannot afford to ignore—but may not
the video artist Harry Dodge, who is be able to reverse.”There has been a dra-
trans. Able to pass as a heteronormative matic rise in births to unmarried moth-
family unit when they wish to, Nelson ers: almost half of all babies born in the
and Dodge partake in the consolations U.S. in 2019, up from eighteen per cent
and the pleasures of marriage while also in 1980. Of those unmarried mothers,
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more than half have never been mar- research on the impact of 6nancial strain not: in the United States, at least, such
ried, rather than having been married on cognitive functioning; there’s evi- partnerships are less stable than those
and subsequently divorced. Kearney dence that the children of parents who of married couples. Kearney offers one
highlights the racial disparities revealed are poorer and more consumed by stress interpretation of this data: “Relation-
by the data: seventy per cent of unpart- may be shortchanged not only materi- ships are inherently difficult, and mar-
nered Black mothers have never been ally but emotionally. riage provides an extra layer of institu-
married, compared with thirty-eight per And a certain privilege is no doubt tional inertia that keeps them in place.”
cent of unpartnered white mothers. She necessary to engage in the kind of ex- For Kearney, as for Dorothea Brooke,
also points out the perhaps surprising ploration of marriage that is Baum’s marriage is unlike anything else; for
stability of marriage among members of comparative advantage. If a parent is raising children, no other arrangement
the educated class: of the children whose struggling to maintain the means to works quite as well.
mothers are graduates of four-year col- support a child, she is less likely to take Selling the idea of marriage on the
leges, eighty-four per cent lived in homes pleasure in considering, as Baum does basis that it provides a helpful layer of
with married parents. in a chapter titled “Creative Account- institutional inertia—like a mattress
Having two parents who are mar- ing,” the contradictory manner in which protector for our leaky lives—is hardly
ried to each other, Kearney argues, pro- a child at once con6rms a couple’s iden- the most romantic of pitches. And, given
vides offspring with an advantage that tity “by naturalizing their relation and that romance is among the reasons two
is “becoming yet another privilege as- proving its pro6tability according to the people—normal people—might choose
sociated with more highly resourced accumulative logic of capital” and “sub- to pitch themselves into wedded cou-
groups in society.” By joining their par- tracts from the unity of the whole by pledom, as Baum so amply shows, Kear-
ticular strengths, a married couple can adding its own difference.” At the same ney’s data will be more effective in per-
give their progeny more than the sum time, Kearney’s bloodless analysis can suading policymakers of the virtues of
of their parts. “As a concept, this prin- invite subversion of the sort that Baum the institution than in moving individ-
ciple mirrors the genius of the assem- might encourage. If, as Kearney argues, uals to exchange rings. On the other
bly line in production and manufactur- two parents are demonstrably better hand, Baum’s book, though unlikely to
ing,” she writes. She also acknowledges than one at maximizing outputs in the have the reach of “Teen Mom,” might
that her calculations about the relation- form of successful children, does it not convey the salutary pro-nuptial impe-
ship between “partner resources” (pa- follow that adding yet more parental tus that Kearney calls for—at least in
rental income, wealth, time, and emo- 6gures into the mix—a stepparent here, certain circles, such as among maritally
tional energy) and a child’s “outputs” a queer known donor there—might lead hesitant subscribers to the London Re-
(the level of education she attains, and to still more impressive results? view of Books. Kearney proposes mar-
her own ultimate earning power) may Such a proposal is not among Kear- riage as a solution, but Baum holds it
present a cognitive challenge for read- ney’s recommendations for closing the up as a seduction. As Baum considers
ers “who aren’t accustomed to thinking daunting marriage gap. What she does the widespread cultural narrative that
about raising children in the same terms argue for are policy changes that would insists upon the prevalence of marital
that are used to describe a car factory.” scale up community-based programs misery, she suggests that this downbeat
Kearney insists that she is not blam- that strengthen and increase economic way of talking about marriage might, in
ing single mothers, or dismissing the support for low-income families. But truth, be a cover story for people who
effects of structural racism, or saying she also places stock in promoting an are happy in their unions. Such a cover
that everyone should marry, or calling unfashionable cultural narrative that ac- story is necessary, Baum goes on to con-
for a reinstatement of the model nine- knowledges how “in most cases, two-par- jecture, because of the shame people ex-
teen-6fties household, with a waged fa- ent, stable families are very bene6cial perience in having “found an oasis of
ther and a stay-at-home mom. She does for children.” One way of advancing comfort in an unjust and unequal world,
not suggest, like some cultural critics such a message, she suggests, might be and via the very institution that has
before her, that the increase in out-of- via mass-cultural phenomena such as founded and cemented so much of that
wedlock birth rates is a signal of moral television shows; a study she conducted inequality and injustice.” Marriage, de-
decline in America, or of a willfully in- in 2315 found that a 4.3-per-cent reduc- spite sometimes being awful in the sense
dividualistic flouting of tradition. Rather, tion in teen pregnancies was attribut- of being terrible, can also be awful in
she points to how the decline of man- able to the début, on MTV, of “16 and the alternative sense that George Eliot
ufacturing in the United States—and Pregnant,” the precursor to the popu- no doubt also had in mind: as a state
the rise of lower-paid, more precarious lar “Teen Mom” reality series. Kearney that can offer, at its best, a sense of awe
working conditions—has made it much is agnostic about questions of gender happily conjoined with joy.
harder for blue-collar males to sustain or sexuality as they pertain to the for- 1
an adequate and reliable standard of liv- mation of a marriage; what seems to From the Mount Desert Islander.
ing, rendering them less inclined to make a difference is the solidity of the
marry or to stay married, and less ap- union, not the identities of those cou- An officer helped Acadia National Park of-
ficers look for a dirt bike that had fled the park
pealing as marriage material in the 6rst pled within it. If in theory cohabitation around 3:30 p.m. on Sunday. It was not found.
place. In some of the most compelling might provide as secure a family struc-
passages in her book, Kearney explores ture, she shows that in practice it does Rather, it is still on the lam.
changes. That’s the one thing we in black-and-white, and each Sunday that time has passed, he has changed?
know for sure in this world,” Calvin says it was longer and in color. The second When word came out that Watterson
to Hobbes in the first panel of a two- panel of the July 17th strip is wide, with was releasing a new book this year—
panel strip that ran in more than two detailed trees in the foreground, the “The Mysteries,” a “fable for grown-ups,”
thousand newspapers on Monday, July wagon airborne, and Calvin conclud- written by Watterson and illustrated in
17, 1995. The two friends are in a wagon, ing his thought: “But I’m still going to collaboration with the renowned carica-
plummeting perilously forward into the gripe about it.” turist John Kascht—there was more than
unseen—a common pastime for them. After retiring, Watterson assiduously passing interest. There were also very
Outside the world of the cartoon, it’s avoided becoming a public figure. He few clues about the content, save that
less than half a year before Bill Watter- turned his attention to painting, music, there’s a kingdom in trouble, living in
son, thirty-seven at the time, will retire and family life. He kept the work he fear of mysteries. With a different art-
from producing his wildly beloved work. made to himself; he gave few, but not ist, I might interpret this as an entice-
“Calvin and Hobbes,” which débuted zero, interviews. (When asked in an ment, but it seems more likely that Wat-
in 1985, centered on six-year-old Cal- e-mail interview that ran in 2013 in terson is merely averse to marketing—he
vin and his best friend, Hobbes, a tiger Mental Floss why he didn’t share his did no publicity for his first “Calvin and
who to everyone other than Calvin ap- paintings, he replied, “It’s all catch and Hobbes” collection, and fought for years
pears to be a stuffed animal. Six days a release—just tiny fish that aren’t really to prevent Hobbes and Calvin from ap-
pearing in snow globes, on pajamas, on
“The Mysteries” shares with his famous comic strip a sense of enchantment. chip-bag clips, on trading cards. (“If I’d
ILLUSTRATION BY MIKEL JASO THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 63
wanted to sell plush garbage, I’d have fearful: the woods are cut down, the air are stories about difficult and not in-
gone to work as a carny,” he once said.) becomes acrid, and eventually the land frequently destructive characters who
Yet Calvin and Hobbes are still every- looks prehistoric, desiccated, hostile to are lost in their own worlds. At the
where, and forever young. Somewhere life. In one read, “The Mysteries” is a same time, these characters embody
on the outskirts of Cleveland, their cre- nephew of Dr. Seuss’s “The Lorax.” most of what is good: the gifts of play,
ator is probably irked that his old char- It’s also kin to the ancient story of of the inner life, of imagining some-
acters are pouncing into all these reviews Prometheus, a myth we now associate thing other than what is there. If “The
of this other endeavor. As Calvin put it, with technological advancements. Pro- Mysteries” is a fable, then its moral
the universe should have a toll-free hot- metheus took pity on the struggling hu- might be that, when we believe we’ve
line for complaints. mans, and stole fire from the gods to understood the mysteries, we are mis-
share it with them. And how has that understanding; when we think we’ve
“ T he Mysteries” is clothbound and
black, about eight inches square,
magnificently useful fire gone for the
humans? Pretty well by some measures,
solved them and have moved on, that
error can be our dissolution.
with gray endpapers. The title font looks pretty catastrophically by others. If only Calvin offers the means of enchant-
medieval; the text font looks contem- humans heeded the warnings within ment for seeing reality properly. This
porary. Words appear on the left page mysteries as well as they followed the is well illustrated in the June 3, 1995,
of each spread: one or two sentences in blueprints for making Teflon pans and daily. (The brief black-and-white week-
black, surrounded by a field of white. missiles. I don’t think I’ll spoil the plot day strips of “Calvin and Hobbes” often
The images appear on the right, taking of “The Mysteries” if I say that the story feel as whole as the epic Sunday ones.)
up most of the page, framed by a thick finds a distinctive and unsettling path Calvin is digging a deep hole and
black line. Some of the illustrations ap- to its final three words, which are “hap- Hobbes asks why. Calvin answers that
pear to be photographs of small clay pily ever after.” he’s looking for buried treasure. Has he
sculptures alongside elements composed “It’s a funny world, Hobbes,” Calvin found any? Calvin replies, “A few dirty
in graphite and maybe paint—but the says, plummeting again down a hill in rocks, a weird root, and some disgust-
materials aren’t specified. Think Chris a wagon with his friend. “But it’s not a ing grubs.” In the final panel, Hobbes:
Van Allsburg’s “Jumanji” gone darker, hilarious world,” he says, as they fall out “On your first try??” Calvin: “There’s
crossed with Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis.” of their wagon. “Unless you like sick treasure everywhere!”
The characters, unnamed, are drawn humor,” Hobbes says after he and Cal- While rereading “Calvin and Hobbes”
from that strange eternal medieval world vin have both crashed to the ground. comics for this piece, I was surprised
of fantasy: knights, wizards, a king; peas- Watterson has said, of the illustra- that almost all of them were not entirely
ants with faces like Leonardo grotesques, tions in “Calvin and Hobbes,” “One of forgotten. If I saw them on a crowded
wearing kerchiefs or hoods. There are the jokes I really like is that the fanta- subway platform, I would recognize
forty-three sentences in total, and one sies are drawn more realistically than re- them, even after years of separation. Some
exclamation point. The magic of con- ality, since that says a lot about what’s of the silliest and most untethered of
densation that is characteristic of car- going on in Calvin’s head.” Only one re- the strips have stayed with me the most:
toons is also here, in a story with a quick, ality in “Calvin and Hobbes” is drawn one in which Hobbes repeats the word
fairy-tale beginning: “Long ago, the for- with a level of detail comparable to the “smock” again and again, just happy to
est was dark and deep.” say it; another in which Calvin writes
It all sounds rather sombre, but also down, “How many boards would the
it doesn’t take long to read it nine or ten Mongol hoard, if the Mongol hordes
times. (The illustrations, slower to pro- got bored?”—then crumples up the paper.
cess, do much of the storytelling work.) Watterson has written, “Whenever
The story is: Unseen mysteries have kept the strip got ponderous, I put Calvin
the populace in a state of fear. In re- and Hobbes in their wagon and send
sponse, a king bids his knights to cap- them over a cliff. It had a nice way of
ture a mystery, so that perhaps its “se- undercutting the serious subjects.” “The
crets could be learned” and its “powers Mysteries” doesn’t entirely lack that light-
could be thwarted.” When mysteries are scenes of Calvin’s imagination: the nat- ness—the contrast of modern and me-
caught, the public finds them disap- ural world. The woods, the streams, the dieval in the illustrations is often funny—
pointing, ordinary. One illustration is of snowy hills the friends career off—the but humor is not its main tool. Reading
a vender at a newspaper stand, looking natural world is a space as enchanted “The Mysteries” after rereading “Calvin
askance. Below him are newspapers with and real as Hobbes himself. and Hobbes” reminded me of the Broth-
headlines such as “So what?,” “Yawn,” Enchantment! If disenchantment is ers Grimm story “The Goblins.” Gob-
and “Boring.” But modern technologies the loss of myth and illusion in our lins steal a mother’s child and replace it
begin to appear: cars, skyscrapers, tele- lives, then what is the chant that calls with a ravenous changeling. When the
visions. Mastering the secrets of the mys- those essentials back? An ongoing en- woman asks a neighbor for advice on
teries brought about a lot of technolog- chantment is at the heart of “Calvin how to get her child back, she is told to
ical marvels, and made the people less and Hobbes.” It’s at the heart of “Don make the changeling laugh, because
fearful. Or you might say insufficiently Quixote” and “Peter Pan,” too. These “when a changeling laughs, that’s the
64 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
end of him.” She makes him laugh (by “Schulz and Peanuts: A Biography,” audience, the first part of their actual
boiling water in eggshells? A trick per- by David Michaelis, makes vivid that no day. Calvin complains that his dad
haps lost across the centuries), and the amount of success ever separated Schulz ends the story too early, that he hasn’t
goblins take the changeling away and from his sense of himself, carried over even gotten to lunchtime. His dad says
return her child. She counters tragedy from childhood, as a lonely and over- the story has no end, because Calvin
with a deliberate silliness—and it suc- looked “nothing.” In 2007, Watterson re- and Hobbes will go on writing it “to-
ceeds, even as the dark persists. In that viewed the biography for the Wall Street morrow and every day after.” The
sense, the old strip and the new fable Journal, and reminded readers that “Pea- friends are pleased to learn they’re in
work best, maybe, together. I’m also re- nuts” had as much darkness—fear, sad- a story that doesn’t end.
minded of the strip in which Hobbes ness, bullying—as it had charm. “Schulz Here’s another story, kindred to
says, “I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at illustrates the conflict in his life, not in “The Mysteries,” about a knight who
things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t a self-justifying or vengeful manner but journeys into a dark and unknown
react to a lot of life.” with a larger human understanding that wood. The first scene of “Sir Gawain
implicates himself in the sad comedy,” and the Green Knight,” which is
ne of the cozy pleasures of “Cal- Watterson wrote. “I think that’s a won- thought to have been written in the
O vin and Hobbes” is the prominence
of the seasons. This was felt even more
derfully sane way to process a hurtful
world.” Herriman, born in the nine-
late fourteenth century, takes place in
Camelot during New Year’s festivi-
acutely when the comics appeared daily teenth century in New Orleans to a ties. A good time, with feasting and
in the paper, as they did throughout my mixed-race family, often presented him- friends, is interrupted by the arrival
childhood, when my brother used to call self, in his adult life, as Greek. It would of a stranger: a massive knight, whose
the Sunday comics insert “the intellec- be oversimplifying to say that Herri- skin and hair are all green, who is
tual pages.” (Now we both read the nearly man’s background fuelled “Krazy Kat,” dressed all in green, who is riding an
comic-free online news instead of the just as it would be oversimplifying to all-green horse. The knight carries a
material papers, into which, Watterson say that Schulz was forever a Charlie huge axe and makes a strange pro-
has said, “little jokes” were placed as a Brown—but it would be delusional to posal, in such a way that the honor
respite from “atrocities described in the think that the persistent situations and of the whole court feels at stake. He
rest of the newspaper.”) In the fall, a leaf sentiments of those comics weren’t in- invites someone to swing at his neck
pile transforms into a Calvin-eating flected by their makers’ lives. As Krazy with his axe; in return, he will have a
monster; in winter, Calvin sculpts a snow- Kat put it, in that magic mixed-up Kat chance, a year and a day later, to swing
man swimming away from snow-shark language, “An’ who but me can moddil the same axe at the neck of the vol-
fins; spring is rainy, and in summer the for me, but I!” unteer, who ends up being Sir Ga-
days are just packed. Time hurries along Watterson must have been working wain. The resonance of the story
through the year, but the years never out something in his strip, too. By his with facing the perils of a dark and
pass—a great comfort. In “The Myster- own account, he had a pretty nice child- unknown wood, of nature itself, is
ies,” time’s arrow can’t be missed for a hood, with supportive parents and a house pretty clear.
moment. Though the story starts in the that bordered a mysterious wood. It’s Gawain chops off the head of the
misty forever-medieval, it quickly jave- possible that Watterson quit because he Green Knight, who then picks up his
lins forward. By its close, aeons have tired of the demanding work, or because head; says, See you in a year; and rides
passed, and the perspective is no longer he’d said all he had to say, or because he away. Pretty quickly, the feasting and
even earthbound. The book reads like was worn out by the legal battles over the merry mood return. How, I re-
someone saying goodbye. The outcome his characters. But maybe he just changed. member thinking the first time I read
feels inevitable. Growing up is always a loss—a loss of the tale, could this possibly end? It’s
Calvin isn’t the only comic-strip char- an enchanted way of seeing, at the very not satisfying if the Green Knight is
acter who doesn’t age. The characters in least—and for some people growing up killed, or if Gawain is. Maybe both of
“Peanuts” never grow up, either. Schulz is more of a loss than for others. Perhaps them die, I supposed.
drew the strip for fifty years, and the part of what drove Watterson, “Ahab- But no. Gawain keeps his word,
final strip was published the day after like” by his own telling, back to the draw- despite the perilous terms. En route
he died. George Herriman drew “Krazy ing board with his boy and his tiger day to his meeting with the Green Knight,
Kat” for more than thirty years, through after day was a subconscious commit- in the Green Chapel, he tries to be-
to the year of his death, 1944. The char- ment to staying a child. Maybe he chose have well with the seductive wife of
acters in “Krazy Kat” also didn’t age or to stop publishing because, in some way, the lord who graciously hosts him.
really change much: Krazy Kat is a black for whatever reasons, he became O.K. Then he bravely bares his neck for
cat forever in love with Ignatz, a white with growing up. the terrifying Green Knight—but he
mouse who serially hits Krazy with learns it was an enchantment! To me,
bricks, an action that Krazy misinter- n a Sunday strip on April 22, 1990, the ending follows from both good
prets as a sign of love. Watterson has ex-
pressed admiration for both Schulz and
Ia bedtime
Calvin’s dad tells Calvin and Hobbes
story, by request, that is
behavior and enchantment—good be-
havior being something Calvin de-
Herriman. Yet Watterson, after ten years, about Calvin and Hobbes. All he does, spises, and enchantment being the
moved on to other interests. pretty much, is describe, to his rapt realm in which he is king.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 65
Japan for generations. In the fifties,
MUSICAL EVENTS the Fujiwara Opera, based in Tokyo,
collaborated with New York City
Opera on a bilingual production: Jap-
REORIENTING “BUTTERFLY” anese singers took the Japanese roles,
and white singers portrayed the cal-
At Detroit Opera, a new production subverts Puccini’s depiction of Japan. lous Lieutenant Pinkerton and the
more sympathetic consul Sharpless.
BY ALEX ROSS The 1953 musical “Chōchō-san San-
daiki” (“Three-Generation Butterfly”)
wove Puccini’s characters and music
into a tale of Japan under Allied oc-
cupation; the fact that the opera is set
in Nagasaki added a shuddering layer
of significance to that retelling. The
scholar Mari Yoshihara, in a 2004 essay
about the pioneering Japanese soprano
Tamaki Miura, who won international
fame as Butterfly, notes that the singer
challenged restricted ideas of feminin-
ity at home.
Today, as the American opera busi-
ness grapples anew with the political
baggage of its repertory, a fresh wave
of “Butterfly” productions is arriving,
with people of East Asian descent
dominating the creative teams. Amon
Miyamoto, Aria Umezawa, and Phil
Chan have lately directed the work,
at San Francisco Opera, New Orleans
Opera, and Boston Lyric Opera, re-
spectively. Earlier this month, at De-
troit Opera, I saw a staging by Mat-
thew Ozawa in which the story is
framed as the increasingly disturbed
fantasy of a modern American guy
addicted to anime imagery and to
V.R. technology.
Some operagoers will inevitably
protest that “Butterfly” should be left
alone, as an innocent artifact of its
hen Japanese audiences encoun- tion, the composer ignored advice about time. Yet a work that delves into
W tered Puccini’s “Madama But-
terfly”—a sumptuous Italianate treat-
how to use his material appropriately.
When Suzuki, Butterfly’s maid, prays
late-nineteenth-century sexual colo-
nialism and makes ironic use of “The
ment of a geisha’s doomed love for an at an alleged Buddhist shrine, she sings Star-Spangled Banner” cannot be
American naval officer—they found it to the tune of “Takai Yama,” a song stripped of its politics. As Groos and
implausible, insulting, and riotously that extols cucumbers and eggplants. other scholars have noted, “Butter-
funny. In 1925, two decades after the Furthermore, she garbles the names of fly,” especially in its original version,
opera’s première, the Japan Times re- Shinto gods, who don’t belong in a has an anti-imperialist streak; Pinker-
ported “screams of hearty laughter” as Buddhist setting to begin with. It’s ton, who goes through the motions
spectators took in the posturings of a similar, Groos writes, to “having a Cath- of marrying Butterfly and then dis-
touring foreign troupe. Puccini’s habit olic pray to Adam and Eve in front of cards her, is a devastating caricature
of citing popular Japanese songs did a menorah.” of cultural arrogance. After the op-
not help matters. As Arthur Groos Nevertheless, Japanese audiences era’s unsuccessful première, at La
points out in “Madama Butterf ly/ and artists have continued to engage Scala, in 1904, Puccini softened the
Madamu Batafurai,” a new book about with “Butterfly,” not least because it Pinkerton character, but there re-
the opera’s Japanese sources and recep- has influenced Western perceptions of mains enough of the initial idea for
directors to run with. Butterfly, for
In this rendering, the opera becomes the muddled reverie of an American male. her part, may be hemmed in by Ori-
66 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY ARD SU
entalist stereotypes, yet she draws madre,” in which Butterfly, process- strides away. At the final, shocking
power from the opulence of the music ing the news that Pinkerton has aban- triple-forte chord, she fixes the au-
that Puccini wrote for her. Grotesque doned her, imagines her future and dience with an icy stare.
in some ways, greathearted in others, that of Dolore, her child. In the Bre-
“Butterfly” is the kind of piece that scia version, as in the original, she here are days, many days, when I
not only invites but requires reflec-
tion on the part of performers and
spins out a triumphant scenario in
which Dolore is discovered by the
T miss the old City Opera. It reju-
venated audience favorites, like “But-
spectators alike. Emperor and raised to a high station. terfly,” which remained piles of bric-a-
Puccini later inserted a different, more brac at the Met. It took chances on
t the beginning of Ozawa’s “But- lachrymose text, one that forecasts American singers instead of flying in
A terfly” in Detroit, we see a bored
young man alone in his apartment,
her suicide. The original Butterfly is
a prouder, steelier character, a shade
jet-lagged European stars. And it fea-
tured new works that the bigger com-
which is decorated with Japanese post- closer to the imperious Tosca. pany discovered only decades later. The
ers and tchotchkes. He gets a beer out So she was in Detroit, in a formi- Met opened its current season with Jake
of the fridge—Sapporo or Kirin, no dable embodiment by Karah Son. Like Heggie’s “Dead Man Walking”; City
doubt. You have the sense of an emo- many sopranos of East Asian back- Opera presented the work in 2002, with
tionally shut-down business bro who ground, Son has sung Butterfly over the young Joyce DiDonato leading the
studied for a semester in Tokyo. He and over—in her case, more than three cast. Coming in November is Anthony
settles into a chair and picks up his hundred times. She has not lapsed Davis’s “X: The Life and Times of Mal-
V.R. gear, at which point his modern into routine. Her rendition of “Un bel colm X,” which had its world première
world dematerializes. Ceremonially dì” was a full-blown psychodrama, at City Opera in 1986. If the Met is
clad characters step out of the fridge; more a feverish hallucination of looking for more inspiration in past
imperial sets slide forward. When Pinkerton’s return than a hopeful vi- City Opera seasons, it might consider
Pinkerton is not in a scene, the singer sion of it. Eric Taylor, as Pinkerton, Bernd Alois Zimmermann’s “Die Sol-
who plays him often hovers to the brought to bear full-voiced lyric ardor daten” (1991), Erich Wolfgang Korn-
side, gesturing and twitching in an in- while also communicating the char- gold’s “Die Tote Stadt” (1975), and Al-
dolent trance. acter’s rising unease over his entan- berto Ginastera’s “Don Rodrigo” (1966).
The framing is ingenious because gled desires. Nmon Ford, as Sharp- Or it could come up with new ideas.
it compensates for the opera’s misbe- less, and Kristen Choi, as Suzuki, “X,” which Detroit Opera revived last
gotten notions of Japan. When Shinto deftly navigated the show’s imaginary year, is a major work whose impact has
names are mangled, or when Chinese landscape. Kensho Watanabe, in the deepened with time. “Dead Man Walk-
folk songs come out of nowhere, we pit, led a confidently paced, vibrantly ing,” based on Sister Helen Prejean’s ac-
can blame the protagonist’s muddled colored performance. count of her friendship with a death-
reverie. Even Puccini’s most question- What I like most in this “Butter- row inmate, made a feebler impression
able choice in his revision of the fly,” which has also played at Cincin- on its return to New York. It’s an un-
score—giving Pinkerton an aria of nati Opera and will travel next to commonly popular piece, having been
bathetic remorse—can be justified as Utah Opera and Pittsburgh Opera, staged by more than seventy companies
a spasm of performative self-pity on is its conjuring of stage pictures that around the world. But the score is de-
the part of the player’s avatar. I re- are at once beautiful to look at and rivative and discursive, reacting to the
main convinced that the original “But- troubling to think about. Ozawa’s story instead of driving it. At the Met,
terfly,” in which the cowardly Pin- collaborators—the design collective the opera felt like a movie of the week
kerton slinks away while “The Star- known as dots, the costume designer blown up to CinemaScope dimensions.
Spangled Banner” snarls dissonantly Maiko Matsushima, and the lighting Frantically loud orchestral playing, under
in his wake, is superior; New York designer Yuki Nakase Link—festoon the overeager baton of Yannick Nézet-
City Opera’s staging of it in 1993 trans- the scene with glowing lanterns, Séguin, only amplified the music’s lim-
formed my perspective on the work. cherry blossoms, and the like, but the itations. DiDonato, again playing Sister
But I also recognize the practical need images have a tacky, C.G.I.-like glow. Helen, and Ryan McKinny, as the in-
to give the lead tenor something a bit Sometimes figures freeze and lights mate, were vocally secure and theatri-
more gratifying to sing. f licker, signalling a breakdown in cally incisive; the production, by Ivo van
Puccini, a sovereign artist terrified the smooth function of the fantasy. Hove, undercut them with video trick-
of commercial failure, tinkered with It wasn’t clear to what extent the au- ery and a relentlessly chilly mise en scène.
“Butterfly” for several years, steadily dience grasped the deconstructive The execution scene had a clinical viv-
backtracking on his provocative ini- agenda; I heard confused mutterings idness, yet the barbaric politics of the
tial conception. Ozawa drops some at intermission. The message of the death penalty remained an abstraction.
of the later changes, essentially ad- closing tableau, though, should have Curiously, “Butterfly” in Detroit seemed
hering to a version that was presented been unmistakable. After Butterfly more of the moment: it suggested how
in Brescia, several months after the stabs herself, Pinkerton rushes on- the virtual realm can infect and degrade
première. The most crucial difference stage and clutches her, only to be left the real one, turning us into prisoners
comes in the Act II aria “Che tua holding her bloody garment as she of other people’s fantasies.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 67
siblings and the Obamas. The richness
THE ART WORLD of Black American community and the
indignities of Black American life, in
particular the violence of law enforce-
EYE FOR AN EYE ment, are his recurring themes. There’s
also an undeniable strain of impishness
Henry Taylor and the fraught art of seeing. and amoral weirdness in his work, though
this show isn’t always sure how to han-
BY JACKSON ARN dle it. After a friend of his, the artist
Noah Davis, died of cancer, he painted
the man as an adolescent (or a man
trapped in an adolescent’s body), one
eye blue and the other brown. His 2007
portrait of Eldridge Cleaver, modelled
on James McNeill Whistler’s famous
portrait of his mother, is a terrific prank:
the macho activist who attacked James
Baldwin for his dandyish effeminacy
gets feminized. I don’t know if these are
empathetic or ethical works; what I know
is that they reward looking.
© HENRY TAYLOR / COURTESY THE ARTIST / HAUSER & WIRTH; PHOTOGRAPH BY SAM KAHN
from-the-hip approach works best when
here’s something dodgy about por- is now described as a champion of body he observes something small and strange
T trait artists, and that’s part of their
allure. One way or another, they need
positivity.) There’s something defensive
about this, perhaps related to the intrin-
in his subjects—the way, for example,
the seated woman in “Resting” (2011)
faces. Often, they steal them and hope sic strangeness, so common that we for- holds her right wrist in her left hand,
nobody complains. At times, they en- get, of looking at faces that can’t look creating a little fortress around herself.
tice volunteers by appealing to their ar- back. The more we flatter portrait mak- The posture of the man sitting next to
rogance or cluelessness. Other portrait- ers for their virtue, the better we portrait her is as open as hers is closed, and nei-
ists pride themselves on treating their viewers get to feel about our ogling. ther of them acknowledges the teeming
subjects well—befriending them, learn- Henry Taylor, the subject of “Henry prison yard in the distance. It took me
ing about them—but even a subject who Taylor: B Side,” a new exhibition at a second visit to the Whitney to notice
feels seen may not understand exactly the Whitney, is an empathetic portrait the third figure in the foreground, re-
what she’s getting into (how many peo- painter. So the exhibition insists, so Tay- clining behind the other two. Who is
ple know how they look?), and, if she is lor has said, and so I’d agree, up to a this? Are the woman and man (Taylor’s
satisfied with the result, she is lucky. It’s point—the point, to be precise, where niece and nephew) leaning against a
the artist’s way that counts, not hers. things start to get interesting. Taylor couch, or a body? In a painting preoc-
Not everyone agrees—if anything, grew up in Oxnard, California, but has cupied with prisons literal and other-
there seems to be a law that all great por- lived in Los Angeles for years, and some- wise, the incoherence isn’t merely odd
traitists must be praised for their empa- times seems to have painted everyone but disturbing. It rings in your ears.
thy. (Even Diane Arbus, who referred to who’s spent any time there at all, from Were “B Side” bursting with paint-
the people she photographed as “freaks,” panhandlers and music moguls to his ings like this, it might have been one of
68 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023
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“um”s and “like”s—and his faces aren’t two figures at all, we’re forced to assume
always much livelier. It’s striking, given a perspective horrifically close to that of
Taylor’s reputation, how often he smoth- Hampton’s killers, blundering around a
ers his sitters’ personalities with his own strange room in search of bodies. To
stylistic mannerisms (asymmetrical eyes, look at them is to lurk; to empathize
THE PALM BEACHES
flat frontal views, chunky lines). A good is to intrude—standing before “Black
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Acogny or the artist Andrea Bowers, were long, and drawing was a way of
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seph or Jay-Z or Deana Lawson. In the istering medication or giving shots. Pa-
first group, there’s a tautness in the ex- tients could be agitated, or violent; in
pressions and a specificity in the gazes: some of the sketches, they’re uncon-
someone’s in there. In the second, I sense scious, or trapped in five-point restraints,
no spark, just a prolific artist’s eagerness their eyes covered. You can interpret
to move on to the next thing. these images as studies in compassion—
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Black men and women unaware that often many a day, for decades.
they will be killed, is more powerful You can feel the same compulsion
than either. “TUE TIMES TUAY AINT A coursing through “i’m yours” (2015), Tay-
CUANGING, FAST ENOUGU!” (2017), a lor’s portrait of himself and his children.
huge painting of Philando Castile dead Almost half of the canvas is dedicated
in his car, his eyes still open, betrays to Taylor’s face. His son’s is tinier, and
some of Taylor’s weaknesses: slack com- his daughter’s presence in the upper-left
position, size used as a shortcut to gravi- corner seems like an afterthought,
tas. It’s also one of the most upsetting which, according to Taylor, it was. The
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paintings I know, a memorial to a young two small portraits are as slapdash as
man shot five times for the crime of the self-portrait is lushly layered; you Introducing Atlas, incorporating subtle
design details with traditional joinery
obeying a police officer. It stings. I’m could stare at Taylor’s face for an hour throughout to provide strength.
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as dark and dim as Taylor’s is bright, no purely moral ways of looking, nor
as slow-acting as Taylor’s is immediate. purely immoral ones. There is only look-
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THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 69
white husband, say.) Grann homes in
THE CURRENT CINEMA on a bunch of characters in and around
the towns of Gray Horse and Fairfax,
and Scorsese does the same. We meet
DRILLING DOWN an elderly Osage widow named Lizzie
(Tantoo Cardinal) and her daughters,
“Killers of the Flower Moon.” Mollie (Lily Gladstone), Minnie ( Jil-
lian Dion), Rita ( Janae Collins), and
BY ANTHONY LANE Anna (Cara Jade Myers). Then, there
is William Hale (Robert De Niro), a
or fans of James Dean, nothing Osage landowners. (A single lease could cattle owner, prosperous and genial; he
F beats the moment in “Giant” (1926)
when an oil well erupts. Dean raises
cost more than a million dollars.) In 1920,
one reporter, describing the newfound
cultivates warm relations with the Osage
and speaks their language. No one could
his arms and bathes in the rich rain. Osage wealth, proclaimed, “Something accuse him of modesty. “Call me King,”
Clocking in at three hours and twenty- will have to be done about it.” What was he declares. Hale has a nephew, Ernest
one minutes, “Giant” chimes with Mar- done is soon revealed in the film, as vin- Burkhart (Leonardo DiCaprio), who is
tin Scorsese’s latest movie, “Killers of tage stills of the Osage, posed in their not long back from the First World War.
the Flower Moon,” which, not to be finery or in resplendent automobiles, He served with distinction as a cook.
outdone, is five minutes longer still. In make way for other images, composed You may be wondering who, of all
these folk, will be the lodestone. For
Grann, it’s Tom White, who, in 1922,
was sent by J. Edgar Hoover, of the Bu-
reau of Investigation (the forerunner of
the F.B.I.), to delve into the Osage
deaths. White cuts a genuinely heroic
figure, upright and just, and his sleuth-
ing guides us surely through the skeins
of evidence. He shows up in the movie,
too, but not for a long while, and—al-
though he’s well played, with a courte-
ous tenacity, by Jesse Plemons—in no
way does he bind events together on-
screen as he does on the page. Instead,
bewilderingly, it is Ernest Burkhart
whose fortunes we are invited to follow.
Huh? This dumb dolt, with bran for
brains? Why should he take center stage?
Early in the film, Burkhart has a talk
Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert De Niro star in Martin Scorsese’s film. with his uncle, who asks whether he is
fond of women. “That’s my weakness,”
an extraordinary sequence, near the by Scorsese with equal calm: dead bodies Burkhart replies. “You like red?” Hale
start, we see men of the Osage Nation, of the Osage, viewed from above, laid inquires, and we realize that he wants
stripped to the waist, dancing in slow out on their beds. A voice-over gives to marry Burkhart off to an Osage
motion, and in unfeigned joy, as a their names and their ages, adding, “No woman, like an aunt in Jane Austen try-
shower of oil falls upon them. It may investigation.” If they are being mur- ing to hitch an unpromising nephew to
be the one happy vision in the entire dered, nobody seems to mind. a local heiress. The slight difference is
film. From here on, oil will take sec- Grann ranges wider, in time and in that very few aunts in Regency England,
ond place to another precious com- territory, than Scorsese is able to do. The as a rule, arranged to have notable per-
modity that gushes with the aid of book arrives at the dire proposition that sons bumped off with poisoned hooch
human know-how. There will be blood. there was “a culture of killing,” with or shot in the back of the head. Hale
Written by Scorsese and Eric Roth, Osage victims numbering in the hun- doesn’t merely hope for Osage lucre in
“Killers of the Flower Moon” is adapted dreds, many of them missing from of- the long run; he wants it now, by what-
from the nonfiction book of the same ficial estimates. As often as not, they ever means necessary. “If you’re going
title by David Grann, a staff writer at were slain for their “headrights,” shares to make trouble,” he says, “make it big.”
this magazine. Grann explores the quest in the mineral trust of the tribe. (Were Everything to come is foretold in this
for oil under Osage country, in Okla- an Osage woman to meet with an un- conversation. Burkhart does indeed court
homa, in the springtime of the twenti- fortunate accident, or succumb to a puz- Mollie and make her his wife, to the
eth century, and the auctions at which zling illness, her rights would pass to satisfaction of his scheming uncle and
leases for drilling were purchased from her nearest and dearest—a grieving to the detriment, I would argue, of sus-
70 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 30, 2023 ILLUSTRATION BY LEONARDO SANTAMARIA
pense. Somehow the very appearance killing of an Osage man, Henry Roan gathered near a corpse that has been
of De Niro, in a Scorsese film, is enough (William Belleau), which was meant to found by a river, parts in silent respect
to give away the plot. resemble a suicide but went awry. We to let Mollie through. The camera takes
can’t help laughing along with Hale and the part of the bereaved.
he loyalty of directors to their ac- Burkhart, as if they were two goons in a If you relish that kind of staging—
T tors is a noble trait, and often a
highly productive one. Think of the
Scorsese Mob movie; meanwhile, the
thought of poor Roan gets lost in the
people being shifted, smoothly or bru-
tally, around the frame, the better to boost
troupe that rotated around Ingmar Berg- mix. Such is the dilemma that weighs the narrative sway—then Scorsese, aged
man, shifting between major and minor upon this film. Although its moral am- eighty, is still the guy you need. Check
stints; in 1957, Max von Sydow was a me- bition is to honor the tribulations of an out the sequence, for example, in which
dieval knight, bestriding “The Seventh Indigenous people, it keeps getting pulled a wanted man is arrested. He sits in a
Seal,” and then a gas-station attendant, back into the orbit—emotional, social, barber’s chair, in the foreground; when
in “Wild Strawberries.” No less faithful, and eventually legal—of white men. Mol- lawmen enter from the street, behind
Scorsese (who used von Sydow in 2010, lie is diabetic, and Burkhart gradually him, we notice them well before he does.
in “Shutter Island”) has turned repeat- suspects that the insulin injections he is Even as they draw close, he stays put,
edly to De Niro and DiCaprio, and some giving her may be doctored; yet the focus making no effort to scuffle or scarper,
of the results have been stupendous. remains more on his clenched and frown- and that simple quiescence proves that
DiCaprio, however, is a curious spec- ing perplexity than on her wasting away. his hour of reckoning comes as no sur-
imen. The more agonized the roles into More than once, Mollie refers to her- prise. Hell, it might just be a relief.
which Scorsese has plunged him, in films self as “incompetent.” This is not a joke “Killers of the Flower Moon” is rife
like “Gangs of New York” (2002) and but a formal term, which the film, for with such passages of action and inac-
“The Departed” (2006), the less DiCap- some reason, never bothers to define; tion, in tune with its symphonic state-
rio has been at liberty to flourish his many Osage were considered ill-suited liness. Themes of oppression, vengeance,
prime asset—namely, his boyishness. He to handling their own funds, which had and resistance are developed and reca-
strikes me as a perennial kid, adrift in a to be administered by a white guardian. pitulated throughout, and there’s also a
land of grownups, and only truly at ease Yet it is a joke, as dark as oil, because strange coda, in which Scorsese him-
when he can lark around. That’s why his Lily Gladstone, as Mollie, is unmistak- self turns up. He plays an announcer
best and his most believable performance ably the most compelling presence in on an old-school radio drama, which
was back in 2002, in “Catch Me if You the movie. Her gait is dignified and un- retells the saga of the Osage murders,
Can,” directed by Steven Spielberg, whose rushed, her humor is vented in a high complete with cheesy sound effects.
casting eye is unrivalled, and who spied and lovely yelp, and her smile is deli- Needless to say, the heroes of the show
the essential lightness in DiCaprio. Scor- ciously knowing and slow—so know- are Hoover’s boys from the Bureau. Is
sese, on the other hand, has strained to ing, in fact, that it’s hard to imagine what Scorsese claiming that, in contrast to
drag him into the dark. If their happi- Mollie sees in Burkhart, whom she calls this low-rent travesty, he has reclaimed
est collaboration is in “The Wolf of Wall a coyote. It’s not as if she’s blind to his the original terrors of the case; or is he,
Street” (2013), it is because, for once, the basic motive. “Coyote wants money,” she more humbly, confessing that his film
actor’s puckish vagaries are not reined says. All of her sisters make their mark; is just one more version of a tragedy
in. Scorsese loosens the leash. Myers, especially, does a wonderful job that can never be fully fathomed or ex-
I would love to report that DiCaprio as Anna, who is handsome, wanton, fiery, plained? Next time, perhaps, an Osage
is rejuvenated by “Killers of the Flower and fatally drawn to the bottle. But Mol- voice will tell the tale anew.
Moon.” Sadly not. He does get to ban- lie is at the core of the family, and Scor-
ter with De Niro, during a car ride, but sese, to be fair, does her proud with a NEWYORKER.COM
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“This way, we’ll all be crying about the same thing.” “My wife complains that I’m cold and self-serving.”
Carol Lasky, Boston, Mass. Dan Rose, San Francisco, Calif.
THE 17 18 19
CROSSWORD 20 21
22
A beginner-friendly puzzle.
23 24 25 26 27
BY PAOLO PASCO
28 29 30 31 32
33 34 35
ACROSS
1 Sweethearts, in modern parlance
36 37 38
5 2022 film in which Cate Blanchett plays
a world-renowned conductor 39 40 41
8 In flames
14 Like taking up two parking spots or 42 43 44
cutting in line
15 Genre for Fall Out Boy 45 46 47
15 Intend to
48 49 50
17 Crowd stereotypically seen with
pitchforks and torches
51 52 53
19 Kicked, as a football
20 Intangible asset for a Broadway actor 54 55 56
22 Business where people deal with lots of
lots?
23 Golden ___ Bridge DOWN 37 Looked through someone’s phone, say
24 “Hey now, you’re an ___ / Get your 1 Lingerie tops 38 ___ king (charismatic five-foot-four-inch
game on, go play” (Smash Mouth lyrics) 2 Viv, to Will, on “The Fresh Prince of guy, maybe)
28 Treats like a pariah Bel-Air” 40 Cry upon entering one’s apartment
30 Mariah who holds the record for most 3 American poet who wrote “Only a Dad” 41 “I don’t have a comeback for that”
cumulative weeks atop the Billboard Hot and “It Couldn’t Be Done” 43 Youngest Bennet sister in “Pride and
100 4 Military rank above corporal Prejudice”
32 Insurance option that generally doesn’t 5 Place of worship 44 Forcefully awaken
cover out-of-network care: Abbr. Foot-massage target
5 Italian for “love” 45
33 ___ & Chandon (champagne house)
7 Judges’ garments 45 Word on one side of a shop-window sign
34 Carefully studied, with “over”
8 Contested the results of a trial 47 Camper’s shelter
35 Quick job at the barbershop
9 In a not so tactful manner 48 Toilets, to Europeans: Abbr.
35 Delivery co. that’s the subject of the
book “Big Brown” 10 Jousters’ weapons 49 Trilby or fedora, e.g.
37 Tear it up on the guitar 11 Poker player’s buy-in
Solution to the previous puzzle:
38 Disreputable 12 Kravitz who played Catwoman in “The
Batman” and “The Lego Batman Movie” S C O T R I C E S T R U M
39 Become a part of, as a scheme H O L I I C O N A S A N A
13 Terminus
41 Unfreeze A R I D T E N D R A T O N
18 “Sailing to Byzantium” poet W. B. ___ L O V E T A P S P A R E
42 Accommodations for road trippers
21 Looked intently O N E H O O P I T S H O T
45 “Might as well try!”
M A S T E R P I E C E I P O
25 Slyly sniped, in slang
48 “The Color Purple” actress Goldberg A K A R O S A K E N
25 In the thick of
50 Silvery adhesive strip C A P R A R A N S W E D E
27 “___ and Michele’s High School I R E R A P T I D O
51 Placated
Reunion” A L T A L G E B R A E X A M
52 “. . . or something like that”
28 Smarmy O O C Y T E S E A L F R O
53 Biblical garden in which Adam named R E E S E E N E M I E S
the animals 29 Optimist’s sentiment
S H A N K P A P I A L O T
54 Jousters’ horses 30 Smaller relative of a trumpet P A T T I I D E A H E L L
“Don’t let them live in your head 34 Cards presented at T.S.A. checkpoints
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