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DEFENDING THE DEAD Perhaps it is inevitable that human long physical and psychological dam-
history will be overlaid by parking age from the procedure. According to
Thank you for recognizing the efforts lots, housing developments, and strip a 2019 report published in the Jour-
of the activists featured in Jill Lepore’s malls, but I am heartened that some nal of Pediatric Surgery, in the U.S.,
piece about African American burial activists are protecting and honoring where nearly all circumcisions take
grounds (“The Underworld,” Octo- these important sites. place in medical settings, eleven per
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ber 4th). Their work in reclaiming Jo Ann Wright cent of pediatric-surgery malpractice
cemeteries and other hallowed spaces Mt. Ephraim, N.J. cases involve circumcision. Yet Amer-
is essential in moving the United States ican doctors and hospitals keep put-
toward truth and justice. As the ex- BODY LANGUAGE ting babies at risk with a medically
ecutive director of the International unnecessary procedure that is not rou-
Coalition of Sites of Conscience, I can Gary Shteyngart’s powerful essay tinely performed on male children in
attest to the consequences of the past about his botched circumcision made any other Western country. We must
and present erasure of history in this for troubling reading on many levels, ask why we allow doctors and hospi-
country, driven by those who wish to not the least of which is the role that tals to profit from cutting the geni-
conceal the shameful truth of racial religious traditions play in the pro- tals of male children even as we fight
terror and systemic racism. Our orga- cedure (“My Gentile Region,” Octo- to outlaw female genital cutting, here
nization’s aim is not only to tell the ber 11th). I have been a congregational and abroad.
full histories of sites but to foster the rabbi, ordained by the Reform move- Georganne Chapin
engagement of descendant communi- ment, since 1984, and have never in- West Hurley, N.Y.
ties and others in demanding a reck- sisted that parents circumcise their
oning. We know from our two decades sons or that adult males undergo cir- I appreciated Shteyngart’s article for
of work in the U.S. and other coun- cumcision when they embrace Juda- its biting wit, rabbinic exegesis, and
tries that the greatest impact results ism. I respect the challenges that new affecting retelling of his personal tra-
from collective action. We do not de- parents face when deciding whether vails. As a longtime urologist, I wanted
fine justice simply as building a me- their newborn should have surgery to point out that, when circumcisions
morial. Community-centered acknowl- that is not medically necessary but is are performed in the neonatal period,
edgment of injustice is a crucial initial deeply rooted in Jewish tradition and the penis still has the opportunity to
step toward reparation, healing, and practice. Although problematic cir- grow into its final, mature look. But,
restoration, but transformational me- cumcisions are rare, Shteyngart’s ex- when it is performed on older chil-
morialization is composed of more perience speaks to the potential for dren or adults, the question of how
than brick and mortar. life-altering trauma. Rabbis will doubt- much skin to remove has always trou-
Elizabeth Silkes less reach different conclusions about bled urologists. Many would rather
New York City the need for ritual circumcision, but err by taking less than by taking more,
I will continue to be guided by my as the consequences of the latter are
I found Lepore’s article gripping. After conviction that Judaism is revealed more dire.
retiring from a career in education, I not in our bodies but in our deeds and The benefits of circumcision have
became a volunteer at several historic commitments. been shown in medical studies. The
sites, including one where I portrayed Elias Lieberman foreskin can be a source of multiple
an abolitionist and helped schoolchil- Falmouth Jewish Congregation medical problems in older men, thus
dren retrace the Underground Rail- East Falmouth, Mass. justifying later-in-life circumcision.
road’s path through southern New But the neonatal period remains the
Jersey. Inspired by this work, I did Kudos to Shteyngart for bravely ex- ideal time to do the procedure, as it
some research and came across a num- posing the harm that can be caused is less likely to leave the patient with
ber of overgrown cemeteries outside by circumcision. His heartbreaking mental and physical scars.
small, historically Black communi- personal struggle, while extreme, is Michael Mooreville
ties. One of these, near the hamlet of more common among circumcised Lansdowne, Pa.
Othello, was the Ambury Hill Cem- men than the public has been led
etery, where African American Civil to believe. Since 2008, when I co- •
War veterans are buried. founded Intact America, an organi- Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
As Lepore makes clear, there is a zation that seeks to change the way address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
trove of history in these places, as well people in this country think about themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
as evidence of a broken bond of trust circumcision, I have heard from thou- any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
between past and future generations. sands of men who have suffered life- of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
Halloween scares abound in the “Folk Horror” series at Anthology Film Archives (Oct. 28-Nov. 11). This sub-
genre, which links mystery and monstrosity to ancient ways that endure beneath the surfaces of modern life, is
explored in Kier-La Janisse’s new documentary, “Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched.” It’s featured alongside
fourteen dramatic classics, including “The Wicker Man” (above), from 1973, in which a policeman searches
for a missing child on an island where paganism is practiced, complete with fertility rites and human sacrifices.
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MUSIC
and when to use them. This white-walled gallery
space may be far from the funky joints Person
their suspended singing sometimes evokes the
pop-emo provocations of Lil Peep. Tumor’s
cut his teeth in years ago, but his earthy grit and shows this year have been unmissable for their
romantic effulgence remain.—Steve Futterman anarchic energy and cinematic awe, inciting
Jacques Greene: “ANTH01” (Soapbox; Nov. 3 at 8.) crowd participation as the band brings to life
ELECTRONIC The Vancouver house-music pro- anthems such as “Gospel for a New Century”
ducer Jacques Greene emerged at the dawn of and “Noid,” from 2018, a comment on police
this past decade, stippling R. & B. vocal lines Seth Parker Woods and brutality. Last month, at Chicago’s Pitchfork
over hazy, melancholic dance tracks suffused Musical Festival, Tumor’s set was cut short after
with an emotionality that’s rare in modern Andrew Rosenblum exceeding its allotted time. The unruly audience
club music. “ANTH01” is the first collection CLASSICAL Last year, the cellist Seth Parker chanted, “FIVE MORE MINUTES!” They
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of Greene’s early-twenty-tens work, and it holds Woods, an audacious interpreter of experi- wanted to keep singing along to the tune of the
up amazingly well—the strafing synth pulse of mental and electronic music, wrote an article future.—Jenn Pelly (Webster Hall; Oct. 28 at 8.)
“Ready” and the stun-gun bass of “These Days” for Strings magazine to advocate for George
seem absolutely contemporary, not like throw- Walker’s Cello Sonata, from 1957. “This sonata
backs. His first single was also his best, and here is truly one of the lesser-known masterpieces of
it provides a perfect ending: “Another Girl” the repertoire, yet it is not taught,” he writes. DANCE
teases out a Ciara sample until it bursts, like “It is a treasure and needs to be repositioned in
a match striking a flare.—Michaelangelo Matos the American classical-music canon.” Follow-
ing through on that exhortation, Woods and American Ballet Theatre
the pianist Andrew Rosenblum play Walker’s After a week of “Giselle,” the company switches
The Magnetic Fields piece—an invigorating workout with hints of gears to perform a series of mixed bills. From
INDIE POP As a species, songwriters tend to the blues—alongside compositions by Men- the archives comes Antony Tudor’s one-act
inhabit creative peaks and valleys, generally delssohn and Schumann in this concert at the drama “Pillar of Fire,” from 1942, a portrait
living out their days down in the latter. Yet, 92nd Street Y. Walker is one of three Black of the damage wrought by a repressive soci-
with workmanlike flare, the Magnetic Fields’ composers featured on the program, which ety on the psyche of a young woman, set to
Stephin Merritt has remained largely in the also includes movements from Florence Price’s Arnold Schoenberg’s rapturous string work
zone for thirty years. Although his legacy rests Piano Sonata in E Minor and Coleridge-Taylor “Transfigured Night.” The newest piece on
on the band’s 1999 magnum opus, “69 Love Perkinson’s “Lamentations: Black/Folk Song view is “ZigZag,” by Jessica Lang; it will be
Songs,” Merritt’s recent work finds his ingenuity Suite.”—Oussama Zahr (Oct. 30 at 8.) performed for the first time at this year’s gala,
unflagging as he continues to commit whole hog on Oct. 26. Set to recordings of standards by
to conceptual risks. Most monumental is “50 Tony Bennett, it’s a jazzy, feel-good piece of
Song Memoir,” from 2017, a dazzling song cycle Yves Tumor Americana with lots of roles for up-and-coming
that plays like a behind-the-scenes companion EXPERIMENTAL The musician currently known dancers. “La Follia Variations,” set to music by
to “69,” carving out a space somewhere between as Yves Tumor has been reborn several times. the eighteenth-century composer Francesco
a rock album and a David Sedaris book. This Tumor’s music shape-shifted through the Geminiani, is by Lauren Lovette, who just
week, the Fields’ current tour of City Winery lo- twenty-tens, from hypnagogic electronica to retired from New York City Ballet to focus
cations settles into the club’s Manhattan mother uncanny club noise, and the artist (who uses on her choreography.—Marina Harss (abt.org)
ship (Oct. 28-31). The concerts belatedly toast they/them pronouns) emerged, with last year’s
“Quickies,” a 2020 album dedicated to mor- “Heaven to a Tortured Mind,” as a thrillingly
sel-size tunes. Measure them in seconds. “Let’s contemporary glam-rock star—a mercurial BalletCollective
make a death pact / Cause I can’t live without Ziggy Stardust for a post-genre generation. What began as a side gig for the New York City
you,” the pithiest goes. “Let’s make a death They’ve emboldened their shadowy psyche- Ballet dancer Troy Schumacher has become
pact / When you go, I’ll go too.”—Jay Ruttenberg delia with funk, soul, industrial, and grunge; an enduring and fertile artistic project that
CLASSICAL
mentalist and composer Roscoe Mitchell done
nothing more in the course of his half-cen- For the better part of a decade, the en-
tury career than found the Art Ensemble of chanting rapper Young Thug has grown
Chicago, his place in history would be as-
sured—indeed, in 2020, he was anointed an exponentially more unpredictable, even
N.E.A. Jazz Master. But Mitchell, a rigorous, as hip-hop has tried to shift in his di-
disciplined iconoclast, bucked at boundaries rection. True to form, his new album,
from the start, incorporating into his practice
elements of free improvisation, classical com- “Punk” defies expectations: instead of
position, ritual, and media art. He opens the a thrasher provocation, he presents a
thirty-second season of the similarly broad- meditation set to soft piano and guitars,
minded “Interpretations” series with a solo
performance involving video, an improvised moving away from commotion to re-
duet, and recent chamber works for percussion pose. The title is an inversion of the pe-
and winds.—Steve Smith (Roulette; Oct. 28 at 8.) jorative use of the word: “[Punk] means
brave, not self centered, conscious.
Houston Person Very, very neglected, very misunder-
JAZZ Faced with authenticity in the flesh, the stood,” he told The Fader. This album
natural response is to heave a sigh of content-
ment and give thanks that it still exists. Houston trades the sugar-rush hyperactivity of
Person elicits that reaction on a regular basis, his his 2019 project, “So Much Fun,” for
soulful tenor saxophone returning us to a bygone lucidity and calm. If Thug is a rapper
era when a horn player’s tone and ability to con-
jure up unvarnished emotion was of equal—if not who usually performs in scribbles, then
greater—importance to his technical chops. Not “Punk” is a clear turn toward legibil-
that Person, a dedicated stylist who has spent the ity and precision. There’s something
past several decades offering up unpretentious
beauty, lacks any of the means necessary to say thrilling about a being of pure chaos
what he wants to say—he just knows exactly how discovering control.—Sheldon Pearce
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the New York City Ballet shape-shifter Taylor
ON TELEVISION Stanley.—B.S. (newyorklivearts.org)
THE THEATRE
of Beth Macy’s best-selling exposé) into eight compact episodes. The he wrote, directs, and stars in, for Manhat-
show follows several key players: Richard Sackler (Michael Stuhlbarg), tan Theatre Club, confirms one of Henry
James’s more memorable phrases: “A human
who led the development and rabid marketing of OxyContin at Purdue voice is what we want.” Santiago-Hudson uses
Pharma; a doctor (Michael Keaton) who descends from prescriber to his voice—and body, and uncanny sense of
pill addict; an ambitious but wary drug rep (Will Poulter); a young coal timing—to offer snatches from the lessons
of his youth, all spinning around the figure
miner (Kaitlyn Dever) trapped in a vicious cycle of opioid hell; and two of Miss Rachel, or Nanny, the woman who
federal employees (Peter Sarsgaard and Rosario Dawson) trying to take raised him. Sometimes he flurries through
down the Sackler machine. The show is uneven and at times almost too characters, playing one Rust Belt old-timer
after another, making entire personalities and
harrowing to watch, but in its best moments it conveys the pain and implicit backstories out of little quirks of his
the havoc wrought by corporate recklessness and greed.—Rachel Syme face and adjustments of the stressed-out places
the ancient intoxication of direct address, that saints. Amazingly, the piece comes to a head result amounts to something of a time capsule:
keeps pulling you back in.—Vinson Cunningham while the guys wait in line for Jordan sneakers. a collection of judgments that predate a period
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(Samuel J. Friedman; through Nov. 7.) This “colored man” kept thinking, Speak for so tumultuous it feels like an age. One current
yourself.—V.C. (Golden Theatre.) trend that is represented, albeit scrappily, is
neo-Surrealism: the wild subjectivity of art-
Thoughts of a Colored Man ists turning from outer worlds to inner. But the
Love, Happiness, Wisdom, Lust, Passion, fundamental mood is external, slanted toward
Depression, and Anger—that’s a list of po- ART politically charged urgencies. A consensus is
tentially interesting emotional states, and projected that scants aesthetics. Exactly one art-
it’s also the names of the characters in this ist really enthralled me: the Japanese-born Yuji
muddled and sometimes offensive show, which “Christian Dior: Designer Agematsu, who fashions tiny sculptures from de-
never makes it far past the premise, or the of Dreams” tritus that he comes across in New York’s streets.
archetypes, suggested by its title. Written Three hundred and sixty-six of these, displayed
by Keenan Scott II and directed by Steve H. The Dior show at the Brooklyn Museum is daz- in twelve plexiglass cases, achieve feats of for-
Broadnax III, “Thoughts of a Colored Man” zling—a seemingly endless, and somehow sooth- mal and coloristic lyricism, conveying a homing
feels in its structure—monologues interrupted ing, parade of exquisite garments, enhanced by instinct for beauty in the humblest of materials.
by scenes—like an attempt at a Black man’s a no-holds-barred exhibition design. By the Otherwise, however, the show takes a position
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that identifies cultural legitimacy with obeisance man lived and worked—to write their respec- director, Ridley Scott, fails to realize. Jean de
to supposedly unexceptionable opinions. The po- tive screenplays. Tony, a Bergman fan and the Carrouges (Matt Damon), a poor and peevish
litical is more important than the artistic. Using more established filmmaker, finds his work warrior, marries Marguerite de Thibouville
art to advance causes isn’t bad; it simply sur- progressing rapidly; Chris, who is dubious of (Jodie Comer) for her money but loves her none-
renders independent initiative, always a fragile Bergman’s grim tales and turbulent private life, theless. Jacques Le Gris (Adam Driver), a flashy
affair, to overbearing powers of worldly argu- finds herself stuck—and, when she tells Tony courtier and a womanizer who falls in love with
ment. “Poetry makes nothing happen,” W. H. the story she’s writing, it appears onscreen, as Marguerite, forces his way into the Carrouges
Auden observed, but life without poetry is apt a film-within-a-film, starring Mia Wasikow- castle and rapes her. When Marguerite tells Jean
to be pretty bleak. How about basing value in joy ska as a young woman who, while attending a of the attack, he brings charges against Jacques.
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and letting agreement and disagreement see to destination wedding on a remote island, rekin- After Jacques’s rigged acquittal by a corrupt
themselves?—Peter Schjeldahl (moma.org/ps1) dles an affair with a former boyfriend (Anders count (Ben Affleck), Jean challenges Jacques to
Danielsen Lie). The strength of Hansen-Løve’s a joust to the death, a decision that also holds
movie is its nested framework, but she films the grave consequences for Marguerite. The script
two tales with the same uninflected naturalism (written by Affleck, Damon, and Nicole Hol-
MOVIES and constructs their characters with the same ofcener) tells the story in three chapters, one
functional sparseness. What she reveals most each for Jean, Jacques, and Marguerite. But
clearly is her process—the literal translation the dialogue is dull, the characters thinly imag-
Bergman Island of a script into a movie—and the film bureau- ined—and, worst of all, the rape is repellently
Mia Hansen-Løve’s new drama—about two di- cracy that fosters it.—Richard Brody (In limited shown twice, when it shouldn’t be shown at all.
rectors, a younger woman named Chris (Vicky theatrical release.) Jean believes Marguerite when she tells him of
Krieps) and an older man named Tony (Tim the crime, but Scott apparently doesn’t believe it
Roth), who are a couple—offers a personal view without seeing it—and doesn’t allow the viewer
of the European film industry. They have a The Last Duel that freedom, either. The result is a wannabe
residency at the Bergman Estate—a mini-in- This historical drama, based on real-life events #MeToo movie.—R.B. (In theatrical release.)
stitution and cinephilic pilgrimage site on the in fourteenth-century France, smothers its
Swedish island of Fårö, where Ingmar Berg- fascinating details with intentions—which the
Shallow Grave
This claustrophobic chamber piece, set mostly
in a Scottish apartment, poses an old Hitch-
ON THE BIG SCREEN cockian question—What’s the best way to lose a
dead body?—and comes up with some fresh and
bloody answers. Kerry Fox, Ewan McGregor,
and Christopher Eccleston are three roommates
confronted by the corpse of their new lodger
and the stash of drug money that he has left
behind. They do the obvious thing: bury the
body and keep the cash. Greed and paranoia
soon kick in, and the plot marches toward its
climax. Not that you care too much how it ends
up or what happens to these people—the film
is less a thriller than a frosty exercise in logic.
But the director, Danny Boyle, does wonders
with a small budget, and the suave, dense-hued
look of his movie stays with you long after the
horror has evaporated. Released in 1995.—An-
thony Lane (Reviewed in our issue of 2/13/95.)
(Streaming on Amazon, iTunes, and other services.)
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grifters, flatterers and hangers-on, racist aggression, and his own demons of death with a fiercely defiant exaltation. In Japa-
sexual voracity, jealousy, and violent rage. Above all, Pryor emphasizes (with nese.—R.B. (Streaming on the Criterion Channel.)
deft compositions involving mirrors and effects) Jo Jo’s elusive selfhood—the
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glittering Chrysler Building. A fanci- oysters.” Now he does: plump John’s River
ful blown-glass chandelier, by the art- specimens, from Maine, are poached in
ist Andy Paiko, drips from the room’s a chowder fortified with potatoes, leeks,
TABLES FOR TWO cathedral ceiling; a grove of olive trees crème fraîche, and hazelnuts, all spooned
and verdant plants line the long, hushed into oyster shells and topped with a crust
Le Pavillon dining room’s banquettes and walkways. of seaweed, parsley, butter, and more ha-
1 Vanderbilt Ave. If you’re not seated near the view, you zelnuts. It must be said: Vanderbilt finally
might pass through the lovely foliage to beats Rockefeller in the race to the richest.
It might seem that the French chef Dan- reach the Siberia of Le Pavillon, a back One thing that you’re sure to get at
iel Boulud, a master of the fine-dining corner behind a massive column, close a Boulud restaurant—and, perhaps, the
universe in New York City and beyond, to the kitchen door. There, beige uphol- reason you came—is a plethora of tech-
has so many exceptional restaurants—in- stery and semi-sheer curtains incapable niques meant to elevate the essence of
cluding Bar Boulud; Boulud Sud; his flag- of concealing the Chick-fil-A across an ingredient. Here this happens time
ship, Daniel; and even his grab-and-go Forty-second Street evoke, slightly, a and again: an emulsion accompanying
PHOTOGRAPH BY LELANIE FOSTER FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
café, Épicerie Boulud, which peddles im- Hilton Hotel in Toronto. But the warm, a Vidalia-onion tart tastes like pure, liq-
peccable madeleines and sirloin panini— extremely attentive service—and the uid Époisses cheese. A dark, clear broth
that he has nothing left to prove. And food—makes you forget all that. poured around a hefty slab of halibut,
yet when, five years ago, developers ap- On its Web site, Le Pavillon, which layered with Martha’s Vineyard shiita-
proached him to open a restaurant in the opened in May, only three months later kes, imparts potent mushroom umami.
new midtown skyscraper One Vanderbilt than scheduled, proclaims itself “vegeta- Juicy duck with plum sauce sits near a de-
(which also features, a thousand feet in ble-forward and seafood-centric”—an lightful roasted turnip stuffed with duck
the air, a mirror-and-glass public obser- undoubtedly au-courant, and responsibly forcemeat, a modern take on canard aux
vatory “experience” called Summit), the proactive, position. Diners choose, from navets. A miniature potato gratin that ac-
chef saw an opportunity to infiltrate the the prix-fixe menu, one each from a vast companies the Angus strip loin is glazed
heart of Manhattan. list of appetizers (twelve dishes, none in a beef-stock reduction and crisped into
Boulud’s vision for Le Pavillon— with meat), entrées (also twelve, three one tiny, ideal beef-and-potato meal.
named for a French restaurant that origi- with meat), and desserts (no meat, but For dessert, make sure that some-
nated at the 1939 New York World’s Fair cheese). On a recent night, a perplex- one good at sharing gets the Noisette
and went on to become a Manhattan ing amuse-bouche included celery root, Chocolat, for the quintessential Boulud
stalwart from 1941 to 1971—was “to Concord grape, and a wisp of wasabi; pièce de résistance: controlled whimsy,
create an oasis of peace and harmony,” earthy, pasty, and hard to identify, it was precise geometry, silken mousse, flawless
he told me, “in contrast with the loca- an unusually dour note in an otherwise chocolate coating, a crumbly, nutty pra-
tion, which is very bustling.” Indeed, the fairly symphonic meal. line croustillant, and a strong hit of salt.
showpiece of the space, a welcoming Begin, in earnest, with oysters Van- (Three-course menu $125.)
square bar—cutely named Bar Vandy, derbilt, a World’s Fair-worthy invention. —Shauna Lyon
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who was helping organize a workplace Onstage, he refers to himself as the man
walkout to protest “The Closer,” was who walked away from fifty million dol
fired for allegedly leaking internal doc lars, but the credibility he derived from
uments about the special to the press. that act sixteen years ago is now being
(PagelsMinor denied leaking the ma deployed defensively and cynically, as if
terial.) The walkout took place on Oc to place above suspicion any possible
tober 20th. motive for telling denigrating jokes about
Meanwhile, in response to allega trans people. He is also the man who
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walked into a reported sixty-million- tantamount to killing them—a state- employees that “The Closer” be removed.
dollar Netflix deal. ment that carries weight coming from The most reactionary and dangerous
The “Closer” controversy is not hap- someone who has spent three decades parts of our current politics and culture
penstance; Chappelle notes that this will creating work that critiques racism. Yet are driven by powerful people who claim
be his last special “for a while.” It may the principle at stake here is not equal- to be the victims of groups that are far
even be seen, along with some of his pre- ity but impunity. more vulnerable than they are. The irony
vious work, as cancel bait. In “The Bird “The Closer” marks a new iteration is that these dynamics are increasingly
Revelation,” which aired on Netflix in of the ongoing debate about cancel cul- present in matters of racism. Days after
2017, Chappelle defended Louis C.K., ture, but not necessarily for the reasons “The Closer” aired, Chappelle performed
whose own television series had been that Chappelle intended. In 2005, it meant at a sold-out event at the Hollywood
cancelled owing to allegations—which something for a Black man to reject an Bowl, before an audience that included
he admitted to—of sexual misconduct, enormous pile of money in the name of Nas, Lizzo, Stevie Wonder, Brad Pitt, and
including masturbating in front of fe- integrity. The past two weeks reiterated Tiffany Haddish. He remains powerful
male colleagues. In “The Closer,” Chap- a contrasting point: that Black men, too, and influential, despite the protests from
pelle jokes that he hoped to “negotiate can be invested in the prerogatives that a comparatively small community of ac-
the release of DaBaby,” the rapper who wealth purchases. Earlier this year, Net- tivists and their supporters. The turbu-
was criticized for making homophobic flix removed old episodes of “Chappelle’s lence around “The Closer” will, in all like-
comments and insulting people with Show” from the platform at the comedi- lihood, amount to just another speed
H.I.V./AIDS during a performance in an’s request, forgoing the revenue it would bump in Chappelle’s path. In gliding
July. (DaBaby apologized on Instagram, have reaped, after he called the contract through this situation, he has emphasized
albeit in a way that only compounded that allowed Comedy Central to profit a fact about power that was never partic-
his problems; he later deleted the post.) from the show more than a decade and ularly noteworthy. Because the one thing
Chappelle has argued that taking away a half after its release exploitative. Saran- that has not been cancelled is the check.
people’s livelihoods via cancellation is dos has dismissed requests from trans —Jelani Cobb
TIDYING UP DEPT. to bring his wife and research partner, The exhibit was also a tribute to the
PAPER CHASE Ina, later on. He wore a wool blazer over analog—longhand first drafts, scribbled
a sweater, walked with a little shuffle, and revisions with notes in red to his long-
spoke in his New York accent, which it- time typist (“Carol—don’t miss the ¶
self conjures the archival. “My idea was here”), handwritten exhortations to him-
that they should have a little voice box, self (“commas matter”). “Bob, don’t you
and you could speak into it and come out have a number of backup typewriters in
sounding like Bob,” Bogaards said. “ ‘Ina’ case one goes down?” Bernard said.
obert Caro was up at the New-York would be ‘I-ner.’” A video screen cycled “Well, I use a Smith Corona Elec-
R Historical Society last week, and it
can be noted with gratitude that although
images, including one of a young, action-
figuresque Caro, in shirtsleeves, looking
tra 210,” Caro said. “I always get the same
kind of letters. Half the letters say, ‘Oh,
he took the morning off from writing, he like Robert Redford. Someone suggested I have one in the garage. I’m such an
remained in a sympathetic writerly mood. that this was his secret for getting sources admirer of yours. I’ll send it to you.’ The
“How many words are they giving you?” to coöperate. “Yeah, physical intimida-
he asked. His eyes widened. “Eight hun- tion,” Caro said. “I just took out my black-
dred ?” Caro, who turns eighty-six later jack and they started talking.”
this month, is usually at work seven days Caro entered the exhibition hall. “This
a week on the final volume of his biog- is terrific, terrific! ” he said. “I haven’t looked
raphy of Lyndon Johnson. (“Right now,” at these in forty-seven years.” He stopped
he dropped, unprompted, into the con- in front of a paper with hundreds of tiny
versation, as if reciting the weather, “he’s tally marks, a result of the time he and
passing Medicare and escalating the Viet- Ina went to Jones Beach to see whether
nam War. Simultaneously, actually!”) So Robert Moses’s segregationist schemes
this counted as a special occasion. Caro had endured. “We each had a notebook,
had sold his personal files to the mu- and we counted people,” he said. There
seum—hundreds of thousands of pages, were hardly any tallies for Black bathers.
perhaps more. (An exhibit of them opened “I remember thinking, That son of a
on Friday.) He was there to tour his own bitch.” Nearby was an address book from
archives for the first time. 1977, open to an entry for Lady Bird John-
In the lobby, Caro met up with Paul son. He pointed at a hunk of metal. “That’s
Bogaards, his publicist at Knopf, and a sadiron,” he said, a relic from the Texas
André Bernard, an old friend who’d ar- Hill Country. “We have other sadirons
ranged the archive’s sale. Caro planned in the house, so I could give them that.” Robert Caro
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other ones say, ‘Oh, I have one in the ga- quite-as-muches decided that the traf- gonna fly their planes to their houses
rage. I’m such an admirer of yours. I’ll fic generated by East Hampton Airport whether we like it or not.”
sell it to you for four thousand dollars.’ was noisy, annoying, and anti-demo- A woman wearing a Prada fanny
So I accept all the free ones. When I cratic. A protracted political battle began. pack and combat boots had a question:
started this fifth volume, I had fourteen, Novice activists demanded that the air- “What’s wrong with the train?”
but now I’m down to eleven.” port be closed. Pickets were organized. One answer: Nothing’s wrong with
Bernard pointed to a typewriter on (“The two per cent versus the one per the train—unless you’re used to riding
display and said, “Ten now.” cent,” a local politician labelled the fight.) in helicopters. Rob Wiesenthal, the
Caro discussed the relinquishing of Recently, the town board has been seri- founder and C.E.O. of Blade, the “urban
custody. “Last summer, I would open the ously considering closing the airport mobility” company that flies helicopters
drawers of these filing cabinets in my permanently—a blow, symbolically at from Manhattan to East Hampton, who
basement one after the other and there least, to inequality everywhere. was wearing a powder-blue sweater and
was nothing in them,” he said. “I had a For many residents of Montauk, the chunky-framed glasses, told the group,
feeling of real emptiness.” increasingly glam fishing town on the “Our focus at Blade has always been
“It was very hard for him to let go,” eastern tip of Long Island, the possible shared aircraft at a low cost. A flight out
Bernard said. closure was a source of distress: with to East Hampton can cost as low as two
Caro reconsidered: “No, I never East Hampton off limits, jet-setters from hundred and ninety-five dollars.” (The
wanted to see these again.” He paused. Manhattan would land at Montauk’s offer is available in the off-season only,
“I’m of two emotions. There’s the sink- little airport. Was the two per cent just and only with a nine-hundred-and-sixty-
ing feeling. What if I need something? foisting its noise and traffic problems five-dollar commuter pass. Normally, a
But what is it, forty-seven years since onto the three per cent? A week ago, seat costs seven hundred and ninety-five
‘The Power Broker’ came out? You’d residents held an emergency “town hall” dollars.) “Helicopters are not just for
look at these things and you’d say, What discussion at the fire station. wealthy people anymore!” he said. The
if there was a fire or something? And “We are the ugly stepchild of the crowd jeered. He added, “Our clients—
you’d worry. So that worry is off my Hamptons,” Victoria Rudolph, a local these people—are not going to stop fly-
plate.” He added, “Now we have a lot property manager, said, from the back ing out here, so it’s really in everyone’s
more shelf space.” of the room. “Let me tell you, no one interest to keep the airport open.”
It was almost time to get back to gives a rat’s patootie about us.” A woman A man in a tracksuit and wearing an
work—more writing, more documents. in a flowered dress added, “It’s classic orange Rolex said, “I take a Blade two
“Because I was a newspaperman, every East Hampton—they have a problem times a week from East Hampton to
time I put a piece of paper in the typewriter, that’s their own and they send it right New York, and if the airport closes it will
I also put a piece of carbon paper in it,” over for us to deal with. But guess what? be very inconvenient for everyone.” He
he said. “Every night, I fold up the carbon We don’t want their sloppy seconds.” went on, “I tried to land in a plane at the
papers in quarters, stick them in my coat Jeffrey Bragman, a councilman from Montauk airport once, and we almost
pocket, and the first thing I do when I East Hampton, smoothed his tweed ran right into a deer. It’s a very, very dan-
walk in the house is I put them above the jacket and stood up to speak. Muted gerous airport.”
refrigerator. We have a storage space there boos echoed through the room. Mon- Bogdan said that some East Hampton-
that’s six feet deep. There’s an incredible tauk is technically a part of the town of ites have downplayed the traffic threat.
mass of loose, folded-up papers—we’re East Hampton, but a dozen miles dis- “They say, ‘Montauk Airport doesn’t even
talking about thousands of pages that I’ve tant. Political power and decision-mak- have a ladies’ room!’” he said. But he wasn’t
typed over the last forty years or so. Every ing lie with East Hampton. Before Brag- buying the argument.
so often, it looks like it’s filled up, but man opened his mouth, a member of Chuck Morici, a commercial fisher-
there’s enough space there so I can push the crowd yelled at him, “You take our man who donated seven thousand pounds
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the pile.” He added, “They’re still there.” money, but you don’t care about us!” of fish to the local community last year,
—Zach Helfand Many Montaukers spoke against the picked up a button showing a helicop-
airport’s closure, but there wasn’t a clear ter with a slash through it. “Helicopters,
PASSING THE BUCK DEPT. consensus about what, exactly, the ob- pah!” he said. “The least of our problems.
THE TWO PER CENT jection was: Increased noise over Mon- Beach erosion is what we should care
tauk? Ecological devastation? Imminent about.” Morici fishes the Montauk coast-
casualties due to Montauk’s short run- line for scup, butterfish, and flounder. “If
way? They did seem to agree that fight- the helicopters are Black Hawk helicop-
ing the private-aviation industry was fu- ters, and they’re shooting at us, I’ll start
tile, and that Montauk would pay the to worry. But these people need to look
price. “The billionaires aren’t going any- around. One hurricane and we’re gone.
ast Hampton, being East Hamp- where,” Tom Bogdan, the retired founder Helicopters ain’t the problem.”
E ton, is home to many people who
have access to private jets and helicop-
of a chain of home-furnishing stores
and the head of Montauk United, which
Rudolph, the property manager,
mentioned another traffic nightmare.
ters. It is also home to many people who organized the meeting, said. “I hate to “Have you seen the trade parade?” she
do not. A few years ago, the have-not- break it to everyone, but these guys are asked, referring to the bumper-to-bumper
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construction trucks heading to work on and she wore a white V-neck. “I was to jump in a hot shower. It’ll reactivate
Hamptons houses. “Hell,” she said, “if I working in Libya, in 2011, and my cam- the chemicals.”
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had the money, I’d take a plane, too.” eraman and I were covering the fall of “I would caution against using milk
—Parker Henry Qaddafi.” A vacant look crossed her for an eyewash solution,” Post added.
face. “I saw him effectively blown to Simulation time. The journalist ea-
DEPT. OF EDUCATION pieces.” She went on, “I had some train- gerly unboxed and tried on his new vir-
READY, HEADSET, GO ing, and, you know, supposedly knew tual-reality goggles, which had hundred-
what to do. But, in the moment, I didn’t and-one-degree high-fidelity F.O.V. and
have a clue. I completely froze.” She built-in spatial stereo speakers (and re-
shook her head. “What if I had been tailed for six hundred and ninety-nine
able to do the training the day before I dollars). He tightened the head straps
stepped on the plane?” and pressed the power button. Callan’s
Hostile-environment training with voice bellowed from the Zoom call: “Get
ost reporters learn the tools of the the help of virtual reality, she said, will your headsets on! Are you all in the white
M trade on the job: school-board
meeting, campaign trail, war zone. Some
let reporters access the skills they need
when they need them. “More training
room? The big white lobby? What do
you see?”
attend hostile-environment trainings of- more often is the answer,” she said. The journalist saw computer-gener-
fered by journalism schools (lesson plan: Callan, who wore a sleeveless white ated park benches, street lights, plane
car bomb, tourniquets, and screaming top and Apple earbuds, joined the call. trees—wait, what’s that? A crowd of far-
actors; mock kidnapping and buckets of In a virtual environment, she said cheer- right protesters had appeared on the
fake blood). Recently, a magazine writer fully, “mistakes are free.” She likened the horizon. (The simulation was created
was doomscrolling in bed when he spot- experience to “a virtual field trip!” using motion capture and C.G.I.) They
ted an out-there tweet: crisis and con- So that the journalist might try taking were glowing red! His living room was
flict training for journalists, offered in such a trip, Callan overnighted him a transformed: a gray sofa started chug-
three-hundred-and-sixty-degree room- cardboard box. Inside was a portal to ging beer; a round kitchen table shouted,
scale 4K V.R. Sold. another world. The journalist opened “Fuck you, fake news! You lying piece
In 2019, two foreign correspondents his laptop and joined a few other par- of shit!” The journalist bumped into his
turned virtual-reality entrepreneurs, Kate ticipants in cyberspace for a morning of bookshelf as the crowd swelled into a
Parkinson and Aela Callan, got a grant whiteboard sessions led by Callan and mob: “Lying fucking maggots!”
from the British government to develop Chris Post, a first responder and pho- Outside the journalist’s apartment,
a virtual journalism course. “I might still tojournalist, who runs a Web site called two sanitation workers piled garbage
be doing journalism if I had better train- JournalistSafety.com. bags into a diesel-powered truck. A man
ing,” Parkinson said, on a video call from “Has anyone been teargassed?” Cal- in a backward ball cap walked with his
Kent. Her hair was pink, cut in a bob, lan asked. “You want to be careful not daughter, holding her hand. Meanwhile,
in the simulation, the journalist watched
as the mob shouted sexist comments
and threw Molotov cocktails at a line of
police decked out with riot shields. “Get
back! Get back!” the cops shouted. A
police van exploded in a cloud of smoke.
The virtual night air was filled with
sirens and shouting, and the journalist
tasted that metallic, get-me-out-of-here
adrenaline flavor at the back of his mouth.
Ding, ding, ding. Dinggggggg. “Hello?”
The journalist’s neighbor had de-
cided to drop in. “What are you doing!”
the journalist could hear her ask, from
his doorway. He knew she was staring
at his goggle-clad head.
“Er, well . . . ,” he stammered, remov-
ing the goggles and holding them up
for her to try.
She strapped them on. “It looks like
a crime scene,” she yelped. “I don’t like
that.” She handed the goggles back and
said, “I had a very close interaction with
“Welcome to the open house. If you happen to battle any other couples a rat yesterday!”
to the death, we just ask that you don’t do it on the new carpets.” Back in the simulation, the journalist
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found himself surrounded: tear gas, bro- the space to minister to the cheeses for
ken glass, a police dog glowing purple the months or years needed before they’re
and blue. Nearby, where his neighbor had ready to be sliced into wedges and sold
just been standing in real life, several pro- to consumers. “Cheeses that don’t need
testers attacked a colleague dressed in to cave are like ricotta, mozzarella—things
jeans and a face mask. “Fuck you!” a pro- that don’t have a rind on them,” Hesse
tester said, knocking the colleague down. said.“Everything else—Brie, blue cheese—
“Fake news!” another man shouted, kick- needs to be put in a cave.” The Nassau
ing the colleague viciously. Brewery tunnels, which hadn’t been used
The field trip faded into darkness, since the brewery closed, in 1916, and
and a voice came through the goggles’ where the ambient temperature has stayed
speakers: “Notice how you’re feeling. If a cool fifty-five degrees for more than a
you could rate your physiological state century, are an affineur’s dream.
on a scale of one to ten, what would it Hesse put on a red hairnet, a blue lab
be?” The journalist had goosebumps. coat, and a pair of white plastic clogs—
Afterward, over Zoom, Callan asked mandatory cavewear—and made her way
the group to debrief the session. down a spiral staircase. Crown Finish
“I felt rather helpless,” one correspon- gets asked about the clogs, which fans
dent said, shyly. spot on the company’s Instagram. “A Ger-
“I felt a little tingly.” man man sent us an e-mail saying, ‘I think of cheese.” At the back of the cave, globes
“I was surprised at how much a vir- they would go great with a lot of my out- of Mimolette, an orangey French cheese,
tual experience could elevate my pulse.” fits,’” Hesse said. hung from the ceiling. “We like to keep
Reality beckoned. The journalist Opening a sliding door, she revealed a couple wheels of Mimolette, because
closed his laptop and went outside. A the cave: a space the size of a decent stu- there’s this great mold that grows on
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big rat crossed his path. dio apartment, with white brick walls them—these nice red spots,” Hesse said.
—Adam Iscoe and three banks of wooden shelves hold- “The air has all these molds and microbes
ing twenty-four thousand pounds of and things that pass over all the cheeses.”
BELOW STREET LEVEL cheese-in-progress. A hygrometer— Hesse stopped to talk with Kindler,
RIND ROOM which measures humidity—read just one of the affineurs. “Time kind of stands
below ninety per cent. The smell was still in here,” Kindler said. “I don’t know
more barnyard than locker room. In the if the sun is up right now. It could be
back, two affineurs, Liana Kindler and snowing. We’re able to monitor time in
Ethan Partyka, moved around, affinag- a way that humans usually don’t.” Hesse
ing. Hesse made for a shelf of Mixed Sig- nodded. “This is, like, a very normal clock,”
nal, a clothbound Cheddar-style cheese she said, meaning the cave. “At the one-
“ A lot of people think that they want
to work in a cheese cave,” Caro-
from Vermont. “This went into the cave
last week,” she said, pointing to a waxy
month mark, the Mixed Signals are going
to start showing a lot of mold on them.
line Hesse, the head of sales at Crown orange cylinder a foot tall and two feet At the three-week mark, the Bufarolos
Finish Caves, a cheese-aging company across. “And this went in last month,” she are going to start turning orange.”
in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, said, stand- said, pointing to a Mixed Signal cylin- Partyka, the other affineur, appeared.
ing by a door marked “Employees Only.” der covered in green-gray mold. In a few He had two flying birds tattooed on his
“Then, when they realize that you’re in more months, the mold would develop neck. “The weirdest thing was being
a tunnel that’s thirty feet underground into a proper rind. Until then, the cylin- considered essential workers,” he said.
for eight hours a day, a lot of them are, ders would be flipped regularly, to keep “The world was thrown into chaos, and
like, ‘Oh, maybe not.’” Hesse opened the the moisture in the cheese from sinking I’m still biking to work, coming under-
door to let in a visitor. to the bottom, and brushed, to maintain ground, and here’s the cheese.” In the
Crown Finish’s cheese cave is situated an even distribution of mold. cave, social distancing was difficult. Flip-
below one of the old Nassau Brewery Cheese aging is a craft of active pa- ping cheese, scrubbing cheese—these
buildings, on Bergen Street. The compa- tience. You can’t age cheese remotely. were normally two-person jobs.
ny’s owners, Benton Brown and Susan Crown Finish Caves kept operations There was the cave, and there was
Boyle, bought the building in 2001 and going through the pandemic. At the start, the world, but the line between the two
converted the four stories aboveground the company sold whole wheels direct to had been blurred. “A lot of what we’re
into art studios. Then they had an idea consumers for the first time. “Everyone doing from a food-safety perspective is
for what to do with the vaulted brick tun- was hunkering down,” Hesse said, looking risk assessment,” Partyka said. “Cheese—
nels beneath the building, where the brew- over a row of Carpenter’s Wheel, a goat’s- everything—has a potential risk.”
ery once aged lager. Brown had been learn- milk cheese from Maryland, which had “For every risk, there’s a protocol,”
ing about affinage, or cheese aging. Af- been molded into smooth disks intended Hesse said. “Now we have these proto-
fineurs buy “green” wheels of cheese from to look like river stones. “We made vid- cols for our own personal lives, too.”
cheesemakers who don’t have the time or eos explaining how to store a whole wheel —Eric Lach
26 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021
tional term for this group, Arab Israe-
lis, is increasingly controversial, but it’s
the one that Abbas prefers.) In March,
when Abbas attended a protest against
the Israeli police in the Arab town of
Umm al-Fahm, two of his fellow-pro-
testers punched him in the head. Al-
though he is deeply devout, he has
stopped attending sermons at Jerusa-
lem’s Al-Aqsa Mosque, for fear of his
safety. “For him, that’s like not going
home,” his brother told me.
So when, in April, Abbas and two
advisers sat in a small room at their par-
ty’s headquarters to draft his first major
national speech, the debate was largely
about what he wouldn’t say. The speech,
only two hours away, was to be trans-
mitted live from a hotel in Nazareth.
On Channel 12, a correspondent an-
nounced the broadcast as if it were an
unexpected matchup in the World Cup:
“All television channels are cutting away
from their scheduled programming to
carry the speech of an Arab politician—a
dramatic change.”
Abbas slumped behind a laptop, as
Aaed Kayal, his party’s chief campaign
strategist, read aloud from his phone.
LETTER FROM ISRAEL The window behind them was shuttered,
filtering out the early-evening haze. A
VULNERABILITY, INC.
self at a Republican event, happily play-
ing a fiddle. (Headlines had referenced
Nero.) That week, Abbott announced
How Brené Brown built an empire of emotions. that he had COVID-19.
U.T., as a state university, was pro-
BY SARAH LARSON hibited from requiring vaccinations. “I
have two elderly parents who are deal-
ing with health issues right now,” Brown
n August, Brené Brown, the Houston- fleece jacket said, giving a Longhorns said. “So I appreciate that y’all are wear-
I based writer, researcher, professor, so-
cial worker, podcast host, C.E.O., and
salute. “Who else is from Washington,
D.C.?” Other students were from Texas,
ing masks.” During the class, the stu-
dents would learn how vulnerability was
consultant-guru to organizations in- Nigeria, Ohio, Hong Kong. They were key to courageous leadership; to do so,
cluding Pixar, Google, and the U.S. Spe- concentrating in fields like accounting Brown said, they had to let go of the
cial Forces, met with a group of gradu- and management, and they were going need to be cool. She had them stand up
ate students at the McCombs School to confront one another’s humanity. and do a few uncool, vulnerability-
of Business, at the University of Texas For more than twenty years, Brown, inducing things. “Bye-bye, Miss Amer-
at Austin, to talk about emotions. Brown, a Ph.D. in social work, has combined ican Pie,” she sang, waving her arms;
fifty-five, was wearing a shiny maize her research results—about shame, vul- the class, with tuneful gusto, sang about
blouse, jeans, and a black face mask. It nerability, and other pillars of emotional the good ol’ boys drinking whiskey and
was the first day of her new class, Dare life—with stories that illustrate them, rye. Then Brown played “Shut Up and
to Lead, and she stood onstage in a small delivered with a potent blend of em- Dance,” and the students, smiling be-
auditorium. There were about a hun- pathy and Texan bravado (“Curiosity hind their masks, complied.
dred people in the room; Brown had is a shit-starter”). Her work comes in Brown gave a brief overview of the
them stand up and introduce them- many forms: five Times No. 1 best-sell- Dare to Lead curriculum, which was
selves. “Howdy!” a Black student in a ing books, two Spotify podcasts, a Net- drawn from her book and training pro-
gram of the same name. Eventually, the
Brown connects with millions of people by sharing the challenges of her own life. class would break into small groups and
36 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021 PHOTOGRAPH BY DAN WINTERS
role-play various work scenarios: receiv- life messy, so that she could “knock dis- the activist and writer who started the
ing criticism without getting defensive comfort upside the head.” If you hap- MeToo movement, in 2006, said that
(“armoring up”); not letting fear of being pen to be a person who resents life’s she’d read self-help books that made her
disliked warp their judgment (à la Enron). messiness but could never imagine feel “broken”; Brown’s writing, especially
One student, who had worked at a con- knocking discomfort upside the head, about shame, made her feel less alone.
sulting firm, asked about managers who taking advice from someone who would Burke and Brown eventually became
“delivered feedback in an awful way”: “At has a certain appeal. friends, and they co-edited a book of
what point should we practice empathy Connection, Brown goes on, is the essays, out this year, titled “You Are Your
for shitty people who don’t know how essence of human experience. When she Best Thing: Vulnerability, Shame Re-
to do their job?” studied it, she found that what impeded silience, and the Black Experience.”
They’d come back to this, Brown told connection was shame—the feeling that Brown launched “Unlocking Us” in
her. “I don’t want to be theoretical—I some quality prevented us from being March, 2020, at the dawn of the pan-
want you to have fifteen sentences you worthy of love. Transcending that shame demic. On the first episode, she intro-
can use,” she said. She looked at the stu- involved vulnerability: the “excruciating” duced another term: “F.F.T.s,” or “fuck-
dents intently. “From the time we’re born, act of allowing ourselves to be truly ing first times.” “I’m white-knuckling
we get feedback from people who are known. “I hate vulnerability,” Brown con- about five different F.F.T.s right now,”
unskilled, starting with our parents. Are tinues. But the happiest people in her she said. She’d planned to début the
your parents all really skilled feedback- research had embraced it; they accepted show at SxSW; now she was recording
givers?”The students laughed. “We have their imperfections, risked saying “I love in a closet, “on top of my son’s dirty
to learn how to find the pearl,” Brown you” first. Once Brown had this realiza- Under Armour clothes.” Also, she went
said. “And we have to learn how to draw tion, it led to a “breakdown”—a year in on, “we busted my mom and her hus-
the line when we’re being shamed.” therapy, not unlike a “street fight,” during band out of assisted living.” Brown, her
which she was forced to confront her husband, and their two kids were living
t first glance, Brown might seem dread of exposure. “I lost the fight, but at home; with the grandparents on the
A similar to other best-selling pro-
viders of wisdom: writers of business-
probably won my life back,” she says.
Brown, who described herself to me
scene, they’d all been having “a lot of
hard conversations.” Brown took a stab
friendly, big-ideas books like Malcolm as “scary strategic,” is deliberate in her at describing her emotions. “If I had an
Gladwell; life-hackers like Marie Kondo; storytelling; she’s a longtime fan of Jo- instrument right now, I would ask for
rawly uplifting memoirists like Glen- seph Campbell, and many of her nar- a tuba,” she said. “I would crawl inside
non Doyle. A distinction that Brown ratives take the form of a Campbellian of it and hide, and then I’d ask some-
tends to emphasize is that she’s an ac- hero’s journey, in which the protagonist one to push the tuba down the hill in
ademic, and one who reconciles the leaves the realm of the familiar, ventures our back yard and roll it into the lake.”
tangible (data) with the intangible into a challenging unknown, and emerges She paused. “I don’t even know where
(emotion). She refers frequently to her victorious. Like a certain kind of preacher, that came from.”
research, and to its ever-growing vol- Brown steers her stories toward a mo- During the pandemic, Brown also
ume—but she also transmutes it into ment of reckoning, but she doesn’t pre- hosted a few church services on Insta-
insights, which lodge deep in people’s sent herself as an oracle. Audiences enjoy gram (“Unofficial—I’m not a priest/
emotional lives. A clinical psychologist “watching me struggle with my own pastor,” she wrote), and in September
told me that her patients hear “the voice work,” she told me. “I’m saying, ‘Here’s she started the “Dare to Lead” podcast,
of Brené” inside them; last year, on “Un- what the research says. I think this is with guests including Jon Meacham
locking Us,” Vivek Murthy, now the going to suck, but I’m going to give it and Barack Obama. Despite all this, she
U.S. Surgeon General, thanked Brown a shot.’ ” (Another Brownian maxim: often notes that she’s an introvert. The
for “helping make the world better for “Embrace the suck.”) “Power of Vulnerability” experience
me and for my kids.” Before the TEDx event, Brown had “gave me one of the worst vulnerabil-
Brown rose to fame in 2011, after a been giving talks about vulnerability for ity hangovers of my life,” Brown told
TEDx talk that she gave in Houston, several years; there, though, she decided me. A few unkind online comments
“The Power of Vulnerability,” went viral. to be vulnerable. In her subsequent work, made it worse, and she found comfort
(It’s now one of the top five TED talks we hear more about her family, her his- in a Teddy Roosevelt speech, from 1910.
of all time.) In it, she wears a brown tory, her “opportunities for growth.” (She “It is not the critic who counts,” Roo-
dress shirt, and her presence is neither prefers this term to “flaws.”) Over time, sevelt said. “The credit belongs to the
self-important, like any number of ter- people began speaking her language, man who is actually in the arena, whose
rifying motivational speakers, nor awk- Instagramming her maxims—“The op- face is marred by dust and sweat and
ward. She explains that she’s a researcher- posite of belonging is fitting in”; “Au- blood,” and who, “if he fails, at least fails
storyteller—“Maybe stories are just data thenticity is a practice.” Brown is a y’all- while daring greatly.”
with a soul”—and that she’s going to saying “language populist,” as she put it Brown titled her next book “Daring
talk about a discovery that “changed to me recently, but she isn’t saccharine Greatly,” and her fans know all about
the way that I live and love and work (no calling the reader “Dear Heart”), being in the arena. (A recent “Ted Lasso”
and parent.” As a doctoral student, she and she frames her ideas as discoveries joke: “We’re going to hear Brené Brown
says, she’d wanted to study what makes we’re making together. Tarana Burke, reading from her new book, ‘Enter the
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Arena: But Bring a Knife.’”) “I’ve never being an outsider. In 1969, the family man, Brown hoped to find salvation in
even seen the TED talk,” Brown told me. moved to New Orleans, so that her fa- the drill team, the Bearkadettes, but
“Just to be really honest, it’s still pain- ther could attend law school at Loyola. didn’t make the cut. “My parents didn’t
fully hard for me.” New Orleans schools were still integrat- say one single word,” she writes in “Brav-
ing, and the city, though “wonderful,” ing the Wilderness” (2017). “That be-
first talked to Brown in March, via she has written, was also “suffocated by came the day I no longer belonged in
I Zoom. She was at home, in Houston,
wearing a green patterned blouse, and
racism.” Class lists determined birthday-
party invitations, and parents saw her
my family.” In her senior year, she got
into her dream school, U.T. But Charles,
her smile was cheerful and relaxed. “I’m name and assumed that she was Black; who had left Shell and invested in an
normally nervous for these things, but she wasn’t invited to many white friends’ oil-industry construction company, lost
last night I was, like, Anyone who loves parties, and was met with surprise but their savings in the oil-glut bust. “We
Ramona has got to be O.K.,” she said. acceptance at Black friends’ parties. Later, lost everything,” Brown told me. “Like,
Beverly Cleary had just died, and I’d Brown, though Episcopalian, went to I.R.S. stickers on our cars. There were
written an appreciation. Cleary’s writing Catholic school—more non-belonging— several suicides in our subdivision, be-
was fun and “always validating, and it until one day a bishop sent her home cause everybody worked for oil and gas.
never felt overly schoolmarmy,” Brown with a note that said “Brené is Catholic The guy next door was a bigwig at one
said. “Direct advice-giving is tough for now.” (In adulthood, she returned to the of the oil companies, and he was man-
me—I didn’t want to escape my family Episcopal Church.) aging the chicken place on the corner.”
for more of that.” Charles became a tax lawyer for Shell, Her parents divorced, college was ta-
Brown was born in 1965, in San An- and the family moved to Houston; then bled, and a certain illusion of security,
tonio. Her parents, Charles and Deanne, to D.C., so he could work as a lobbyist; rooted in the comforts of class, had been
“both came from the south side of San then back to Houston.To others, her par- dispelled. “I always think of that song,”
Antonio and a lot of heartache,” she said. ents were cool and fun, “Mr. and Mrs. B.,” Brown said, and sang a bit of “Little
(Brown often uses “south-side San An- but they fought, and their marriage was Boxes,” popularized by Pete Seeger, about
tonio” as shorthand—as in, the name slowly unravelling. On top of that, “fears middle-class conformity. (“. . . And they
Brené isn’t French, it’s “south-side San and feelings weren’t really attended to,” all look just the same.”) “When you
Antonio.”) Deanne’s mother was an al- Brown told me. “We were raised to be come from the tiny-box world, where
coholic; Charles, a football-team cap- tough.” She described seeing a photo- everything is supposed to look a certain
tain, “was the wild guy right on the edge graph—she and her younger siblings, as way, you spend a lot of nights, if you’re
of trouble all the time,” she said. “But re- kids, on their gold velvet couch—and re- me, smoking cigarettes out the window
ally smart. My mom was top of her class membering sitting there and reading her of your room, contemplating how to get
and the head of the brigade.” They met parents’ cues, looking for tension. She out.” Brown escaped to Europe, where
in high school, married at twenty-three, knew when a fight was coming, when she spent six months working at a hos-
and had Brené shortly thereafter. to take her siblings upstairs. “Pat- tel in Brussels, bartending, cleaning
Belonging, in Brown’s work, is a tern-making ended up being a survival rooms, and hitchhiking across the con-
cornerstone of the human experience, skill for me,” she said. tinent. “It was completely out of con-
and she sees her own life in terms of As an incoming high-school fresh- trol,” she said. “Self-destructive, terrible.
That I’m alive is, like—yeah.”
After she returned, she spent several
years in and out of school, in San An-
tonio. (At various times, she cleaned
houses, “played a lot of tennis,” and rose
from “surly union steward” to corporate
trainer at A.T. & T.) In 1987, at twenty-
one, she worked as a lifeguard at a pool,
where she befriended another lifeguard,
a U.T. student named Steve Alley. “I
credit the weather,” she told me.“That
summer, it rained for, like, thirty days
straight in June. We spent a lot of time
in this little lifeguard hut during the
thunderstorms, just talking and laugh-
ing, or walking up to the convenience
store and getting Hot Tamales and
Slurpees.”They were both from the tiny-
box world, and shared stories about un-
happy homes. “Neither one of us had
“We are looking for volunteers to give up their seats and not ever had someone that we talked to about
attend some college friend’s wedding in Chicago.” the hard things in our lives,” she said.
They married in 1994. (Steve is now a to A.A., where a sponsor suggested that three months, Brown had a book deal.
pediatrician; their son, Charlie, is in high she stop drinking, smoking, emotional The global conversation about vul-
school, and their daughter, Ellen, is in eating, and trying to control her fami- nerability and shame started a few years
grad school.) ly’s crises. (Awesome, Brown thought.) later, with the TEDx talk and “The Gifts
Recently, Brown drove her mother She’s been sober ever since. Sobriety of Imperfection,” Brown’s second book.
through the old neighborhood. “Every helped her understand the instinct to In “I Thought It Was Just Me,” Brown
one of those houses has a story that would “take the edge off” as a desire to numb had foregrounded the stories of her
bring you to your knees,” she said. “Ad- and control emotions. subjects; “Gifts,” and the best-sellers
diction, suicide, violence. It was never The importance of welcoming those that followed, centered on Brown and
what everyone was making it out to be. emotions, joyful and painful alike, was the people around her. As they progress,
You don’t know that as a kid. You know reinforced by her research. In her grad- Brown marshals familiar phrases, like
that as a shame researcher, though, you uate program, Brown was “wholehearted” and “Tell
can bet your ass on that.” rare in being a qualitative me more,” into specific ap-
researcher—rather than plications, and deploys them
arly in Brown’s career, Steve asked using tests and statistics to across thematic variations.
E her what her dream was, and she
said, “I want to start a global conversa-
measure phenomena, she
interviewed a diverse group
“Gifts” encourages self-
acceptance, however daunt-
tion about vulnerability and shame.” of people about certain sub- ing; “Daring Greatly” en-
That vision took a while to become clear. jects and then coded the courages boldness, despite
After finding her stride in community data, watching for themes fear; “Rising Strong” en-
college, she enrolled at U.T. (She didn’t to emerge. (This method- courages dusting oneself
get her degree until 1995: “the twelve- ology, grounded theory, off after a failure. (“Dare to
year plan,” she told me.) She studied was developed in the mid- Lead” encourages all of
history and waited tables at Pappadeaux, sixties by the sociologists Barney Gla- these things, at work.) Many of the books
a seafood chain restaurant; there, she be- ser and Anselm Strauss.) Again and feature acronyms, lists of “key learnings,”
friended another U.T. student, Charles again, Brown encountered the destruc- questions to spur self-awareness. Brown
Kiley, who, like her, was a little older tive power of shame (“I am bad”), which cites ideas from whoever sparks them:
than their peers. As waiters, they had seemed to corrode the self, unlike guilt Maya Angelou, Carl Jung, the Beren-
different styles, Kiley told me. “I liked (“I did something bad”), which held it stain Bears, Whitesnake.
high volume, a lot of people in and out”; accountable. She found a supportive Brown now oversees a business that
Brown liked talking with her custom- mentor in the social-work professor and dispenses her wisdom in different pack-
ers, “getting their life story.” femicide expert Karen Stout, who told ages. In 2012, for example, she started
By then, she was an impassioned stu- her, “When it comes to women being the Daring Way, which trains “helping
dent. One day, heading to the history killed by intimate partners, I wish all we professionals”—clinicians, counsellors,
department via the social-work build- had to do was put numbers in front of and so on—to foster vulnerability by im-
ing, she happened upon a workers’-rights people. But we need the stories as well.” mersing them in a three-day intensive;
protest and was impressed by its energy After completing her Ph.D., Brown participants could receive certification to
and diversity. She’d also read her first wrote a book about women and shame, facilitate Brown’s work. A divorce me-
psychology book, Harriet Lerner’s “The eventually titled “I Thought It Was Just diator in Utah told me that the training
Dance of Anger,” which Deanne, in ther- Me.” It was rejected by trade publish- helps clients with the shame of separa-
apy after the divorce, had given her. (“I ers, so she published it herself. She tion; a United Methodist pastor in Ar-
remember reading it and thinking, ‘I’m fought her own shame about this: hav- kansas, whose sermons invoke Brown so
not alone!’ ” Brown has written.) She ing a “vanity-published book,” as a often that “my church thinks she’s, like,
switched to social work, and eventually fellow-academic called it, felt like a fail- the fourth person in the Trinity,” leads
enrolled in the M.S.W. and Ph.D. pro- ure. She sold copies out of the trunk of Daring Way retreats for fellow-pastors.
grams at the University of Houston. her car at events and stored the rest in Brown hired Charles Kiley, who was
While working at a residential treatment Charles Kiley’s spare room. Then, at a managing finances for an advertising
facility for children, she had encountered friend’s party, on what she has called a firm, to be her C.F.O., and they funded
a striking idea during a staff meeting. “magical evening,” she met Harriet Ler- the programs partly through book sales
“You cannot shame or belittle people ner. “I liked Brené from the start,” Ler- and speaking engagements—some pro
into changing their behaviors,” a clini- ner told me. She also empathized with bono, others earning ninety-thousand-
cal director told the group. her: “The Dance of Anger,” the first of dollar fees. They grew to employ some
Brown began thinking about shame Lerner’s many best-sellers, had been re- two dozen people, including Brown’s
and behavior. As part of her master’s jected for five years. “And what I learned younger twin sisters: Barrett Guillen, a
program, she interviewed Deanne for was that the line between a New York former teacher; and Ashley Brown Ruiz,
a family genogram, and realized that Times best-selling author and someone a social worker.
“what had been dressed up as hard liv- who never gets published is a very thin In 2013, Brown appeared on Oprah
ing” among relatives had been addic- line indeed,” Lerner said. She helped Winfrey’s show “Super Soul Sunday”: a
tion and mental-health issues. She went connect Brown with an agent; within milestone in the life of any mortal, but
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in Brown’s case a moment of seeming talking about the vulnerability that it peers. “It was the moment in the train-
near-inevitability. Brown is eerily sim- takes to do it.” (In the past decade, Har- ing where everybody saw that I was in
patico with Oprah’s no-B.S., folksy- vard Business Review has run several the boat with them,” Johnson said.
telegenic bonhomie; Winfrey wrote that pieces on vulnerability in the workplace.) As a C-level type herself, Brown gets
Brown “felt like a long-lost friend.” But, In many of Brown’s training semi- feedback, too. Early on, when her busi-
before the taping, Brown had been so nars, participants, in small groups, ad- ness was growing fast, her team requested
nervous that she felt as though she were dress their own experiences of shame an hour-long “rumble”—Brown’s term
floating above herself—a common de- and unworthiness during the three-day for meeting with “an open heart.” Kiley
fense mechanism, she told me, from a intensive. That part takes place on the cut to the chase: her timelines and ex-
lifetime of pattern-observing during second day, and is often tough. In “Ris- pectations were consistently unrealistic,
times of stress. She had to be given a ing Strong,” Brown writes that she began and people were burned out.
snap-out-of-it pep talk by her manager, to see day two as a metaphor for life: “I’m going to work on it,” Brown said.
who told her that she needed to be pres- people were navigating uncomfortable (“A common shut-down technique,” she
ent and, as Brown would say, “show up.” emotions and feeling “raw.” Brown talked writes.) But she leaned into “the mother
The segment went so well that Oprah about the training’s structure with Ed of all rumble tools”—curiosity—and
had her stay to record a second hour. Catmull, then the president of Pixar, who asked for details. They told her more:
“Really?” Brown said. “Do you think we had invited her to meet with him and when they pushed back, she looked
should ask?” Oprah smiled. “Who do his peers. They realized that the three- at them “like they were crushing my
you think we run it by?” day cycle was like the hero’s journey: after dreams.” That night, Brown thought
the call to adventure, there was the mud- about the Yoda-and-Luke cave scene in
n the preface to “Dare to Lead,” Brown dling through, the uncomfortable “dark “The Empire Strikes Back,” in which
I writes about a talk she gave, in 2008,
to an audience of what she had heard
middle” that leads to learning and reso-
lution. Pixar’s writers struggled the most
Luke’s enemy is revealed to be himself,
and realized that her problem was “a lack
described as “sea-level”—salt-of-the- with the second act of their screenplays, of personal awareness.” She made unre-
earth types—but which turned out to too, which followed the same arc. (The alistic plans because she was scared; when
be “C-level”: C.E.O.s, C.F.O.s, and so third act, or third day, is about how to confronted with reality, she got more
on. She started to panic: she wasn’t busi- “write daring new endings.”) scared and would “offload the emotions”
nessy enough, and she was going to be The training emphasizes that vulner- onto her peers. She didn’t especially want
talking about shame. (“When some- ability doesn’t mean heedlessly sharing to admit that—fear leads to “armoring
thing hard happens to us,” Brown has information or emotions. “Sometimes I’ll up”—but such vulnerability was the es-
written, “thinking and behavior are hog- hear someone say something like ‘How sential teaching of her work, so she did.
tied in the back, and emotion is driving often should I cry in front of my team?’” Brown’s recent books refer to her work
like a bat out of hell.”) A fellow-speaker Brown told an interviewer on “60 Min- with Fortune-ranked companies, and in
warmly reassured her that C.E.O.s were utes.” “That’s not what I’m saying. Vul- audiobooks the pride is evident in her
“just people,” with worries and fears like nerability is not about self-disclosure. I’m voice. As her renown has grown, her
everyone else, “and no one talks to them not saying you have to weep uncontrol- abundant Brené-speak can occasionally
about shame, and every single one of lably to show how human you are. I’m sound like jargon, and she’s participated
them is in it up to their eyeballs.” Brown saying, Try to be aware of your armor, in a range of high-profile projects, many
started saying a mantra be- and when you feel vulnera- worthy, some iffy (Tim Ferriss’s tips-
fore going onstage: “People, ble try not to Transformer from-the-big-shots guide “Tools of Ti-
people, people.” up. . . . Very different things.” tans,” Gwyneth Paltrow’s “GOOP” pod-
In her corporate work, In 2020, Kate Johnson, cast). When “Unlocking Us” started,
Brown is essentially putting then the president of Mi- Brown aired ads only for brands she liked,
that mantra into practice: crosoft U.S., enlisted Brown and talked for several minutes about her
getting leaders and work- to train her leadership team; favorite maker of gluten-free tacos; later,
ers to reckon with one an- eventually, the division’s she signed an exclusive deal with Spot-
other’s humanity. This in- ten thousand employees ify, where others read her show’s ads for
cludes addressing problems were trained, too. But, in Clorox and the Hartford.
directly rather than back- the course of the program, In Austin, I asked Brown if her early
channelling, creating the Johnson herself made a mis- encounters with corporations—Shell,
psychological safety for openness, and calculation about vulnerability and dis- growing up; A.T. & T., in her twenties—
helping all workers feel like they be- closure. In a quarterly business review were connected to her urge to work with
long. “I didn’t invent that,” Brown told with stakeholders, she’d talked about them. “It was way more strategic than
me in Austin, in a small conference what kept her up at night—Microsoft’s that,” Brown said. She paused. “I haven’t
room at U.T. “You read every article in “weak points,” she told me. “To say it talked about this in public before.” She’d
H.B.R. over the last twenty years, and was not well received would be an un- been thinking about the axiom that drives
it’s got all these great things to do”— derstatement.” The next day, she and social work—“Start where people are”—
take risks, accept the possibility of fail- Brown role-played a feedback session and realized that she could reach the
ure, truly listen. “But not one person is with Johnson’s bosses, in front of her most people if she applied her research
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to the “context of their daily lives.” “And
that’s work,” she said. “You cannot change
the world if you don’t change the way
we work.” Few companies fully embody
her values—including, possibly, Spotify—
and she makes sure to keep her contracts
“really boundaried.” But, she said, “I’m
not going to spend the rest of my life
preaching to the converted. I’ve got a
bigger calling than that.”
n the mid-nineteen-eighties, Lee galow in Brentwood. “Their house was self as an accidental billionaire. “I would
were independent, but some employ- agreement: Patrick’s companies were rick denies this, and says that he ob-
ees worked for both. ordered to transfer assets worth twenty- tained independent financing.) Those
The arrangement agitated VivoRx’s four million dollars to Terrence’s com- two factories, in Illinois and New York,
investors. On June 29, 1998, the com- pany, Terrence was awarded the islet-cell became part of American Pharmaceu-
pany convened a special board meet- patents, and Patrick agreed not to con- tical Partners, another of Patrick’s com-
ing in Santa Monica. Patrick told me duct further diabetes research for five panies. At the time of their acquisition,
that he was asked to sign a document, years. “That I would not work on dia- the factories, which manufactured ge-
which he did. By the end of the day, betes for five years—now that, to me, neric injectable drugs, had lost money
he’d been kicked off VivoRx’s board, was evil,” Patrick told me. “I said, ‘You’ve for nine straight years. Patrick Soon-
and the company was suing him. hurt mankind,’ because I was this close.” Shiong, who had no background in man-
Patrick persuaded Terrence to drop Terrence has never publicly discussed ufacturing, restored them to profitabil-
the lawsuit, but in 1999 VivoRx, now the rift, and could not be reached for ity, doubling American Pharmaceutical’s
under Terrence’s control, sued Patrick comment; Patrick told me that the two revenues in the process. In 2001, Amer-
again, this time alleging fraud. The sec- remain estranged. ican Pharmaceutical conducted an I.P.O.
ond lawsuit accused him of “betrayal, Patrick had acquired two pharma-
arrogance, greed, and personal aggran- ceutical factories in 1998. (According to eanwhile, Soon-Shiong contin-
dizement that resulted in corporate
misconduct of enormous proportions.”
a 2001 article in the Los Angeles Busi-
ness Journal, Terrence’s lawsuit alleged
M ued to develop his chemother-
apy drug. In the early two-thousands,
(Patrick says that there was no miscon- that the acquisition was made possible he showed up at the annual confer-
duct.) The brothers reached a settled by the diversion of research funds. Pat- ence of the American Society of Clin-
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the creating of a new way of living, 4. HOTEL DU CHIRURGIE
but God! Where do we hide the violence?
Our bus parked beside a water fountain,
3. VOICES a cherub spilled water from pouted lips.
Across the hotel park, there were oysters
The driver says, in the dark of the night, heaped on enamel trays, fried behind walls,
when every passenger is asleep, they were offered to us as secrets
he hears the true language of the road. of the sea. Behind this market of oysters,
He says he hears the voices of cities there was once a market for flesh,
thousands of miles away. in Ouidah, in rooms filled with Black flesh
The voice of exile in chains, branded like cattle, herded into pens
is a murmur crossing rivers and sea, by other Black men paid in clear bottles of gin.
crossing empty roads until it washes The sea crashed on naked stones
over a man, a baptism of loss. and we ran into the hotel bar.
If the road and the driver could speak to each other, Perched on a three-legged stool,
what will be this language born out of friction? an old Black woman sang the fable of siblings
Would it be the hum of sleep lost at sea, she was a lamp attracting us as moths.
in the bodies of exhausted travellers? There were opened windows, sunflowers in broken pots,
Would it be the bristling of biscuit wrappers? curtains made out of beads sang in the wind,
The driver’s eyes are full of dreams, birds flew in and out.
full of the excitement of new cities. Smoking a carefully rolled blunt, I listened to this place,
He could be the poorer incarnate of Mansa Musa a silent television played a Nollywood movie.
who instead of pouring gold dust into air We were trapped in time, in the commodification
pours stories to compete with sand, of flesh, saints without the gift of ablution.
stories of nomads, people running in In some other world, I am guilty of silence,
and out of cities. Perfect gold, this human scroll just as I am in this one.
of chronicles. Even Bessie Head, giant of letters, Do not forgive me. It was dawn
who battled sands for stories, would be proud and I walked toward the bus
of this precision of narrative, this perfect bridge as the sea received into its bosom
of the imagined and the songs of mothers rocking babies the memory of a ship
as countries cut through their bodies. travelling to a new world.
—Romeo Oriogun
ical Oncologists. He had scheduled a would have known who the hell he was in the U.S. were held by American
meeting with William Gradishar, a in our world.” Gradishar heard him out. Pharmaceutical, Soon-Shiong’s pub-
breast-cancer specialist at Northwest- “He handed me a manila folder,” Grad- licly traded company, but the world
ern University. Soon-Shiong was pitch- ishar said. “And he goes, ‘I want you to rights and patent were owned by a pri-
ing a new formulation of the generic read this. You’re going to hear some vate company called American BioSci-
chemotherapy drug paclitaxel, which stuff about me, so here it is.’” Inside the ence. Soon-Shiong owned eighty per
is derived from the bark of the Pacific folder was a magazine article about the cent of American BioScience, which
yew tree. Paclitaxel was reasonably ef- lawsuits Terrence had filed against him. was also American Pharmaceutical’s
fective, but it had to be dissolved in a “You know, that was a little bit strange,” largest shareholder. Some investors
castor-oil product, which could cause Gradishar said. “But at least he was up challenged this structure, and short
allergic reactions—on rare occasions, front about it.” sellers began to target the stock. Wall
fatal ones. Soon-Shiong said that he Gradishar was wary of Patrick, but Street analysts also raised questions
could make the drug safer and more impressed by the data he shared and about the drug’s trial design. Soon-
effective by binding paclitaxel to albu- the team of oncologists around him. Shiong had fired the American com-
min, a protein produced in the liver. He agreed to be the principal investi- pany conducting the trial, and finished
He asked Gradishar to oversee a clin- gator for the clinical trial of the new it in Russia. At one point, nearly all of
ical trial. drug, called Abraxane. American Pharmaceutical’s available
“Patrick is a surgeon by training,” Gradishar had inadvertently wan- shares had been sold short.
Gradishar told me. “He was not and is dered onto an active Wall Street bat- When Gradishar’s clinical data
not a medical oncologist. So no one tlefield. The rights to make Abraxane were published, they suggested that
THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021 47
Abraxane was a marginal improve- memorative paperweight displaying and they take a very rigorous look,” he
ment over standard paclitaxel. Among the stock chart. told me. “You don’t just hand them an
four hundred and fifty-four breast-can- A comprehensive independent re- envelope and say, ‘Well, these are our
cer patients enrolled in the trial, tu- view, published in Annals of Oncology results,’ and they stamp it.” He had not
mors shrank in thirty-three per cent in 2006, concluded that Abraxane and been to Russia, but he said that the data
of those who received Abraxane, com- similar drugs did “not really” offer a had been thoroughly analyzed by Mi-
pared with nineteen per cent of those significant therapeutic benefit over es- chael Hawkins, the chief medical offi-
who were given the standard treat- tablished medicines, and termed them cer at American BioScience.
ment—in other words, an additional “old wine in a new bottle.” But Abrax- From a business perspective, the de-
thirty-four women had responded to ane is much less likely to trigger aller- tails of the clinical trial were unimport-
the new drug. The survival rate was gic reactions, and that has made it pop- ant; Abraxane now had a medical-billing
not much better for women given Ab- ular among American physicians. “It code for insurance reimbursement. A
raxane than for those given paclitaxel. has a slightly different toxicity profile,” 2006 article in the New York Times re-
In addition, paclitaxel performed Harold Burstein, a breast-cancer spe- ported that Abraxane was selling for
worse by some metrics than it had in cialist at the Dana-Farber Cancer In- forty-two hundred dollars per dose.
other studies, potentially boosting stitute, told Fortune in 2013. “For some (Soon-Shiong says that he had thought
Abraxane by comparison. But the tu- patients it’s a nice trick to know about. the cost was much lower.) Generic pac-
mors had shrunk. But in terms of its benefit in breast litaxel, dissolved in the castor-oil de-
It is the nature of the American cancer, there is none.” rivative, the article said, cost one-twenty-
health-care system that marginal im- Gradishar agrees, to some extent. fifth as much. Doctors who administer
provements can result in vast fortunes. But he said that Abraxane was easier drugs like Abraxane are permitted to
In early 2005, against the expectations to administer, and noted that, unlike receive a percentage of the price. “The
of the short sellers, the Food and Drug the alternative, it did not require an ac- incentives were exactly backwards,” Peter
Administration approved Abraxane. companying dose of a steroid. He said Bach, a doctor at Memorial Sloan Ket-
Shares of American Pharmaceutical that he regularly prescribed Abraxane tering Cancer Center who tracks bal-
went up forty-seven per cent, and to his patients. “They have indepen- looning medical costs, said.
Soon-Shiong commissioned a com- dent statistical analysis at the F.D.A., Following additional clinical trials,
the F.D.A. also approved Abraxane as
a therapy for lung cancer and pancre-
atic cancer, when used in combination
with other treatments. These develop-
ments suggest that Soon-Shiong had
helped invent a better drug.
Still, some insurance companies have
questioned Abraxane’s clinical value
relative to its price. In 2014, the insurer
Anthem started a program that iden-
tified effective cancer treatments, then
paid doctors an additional fee to pre-
scribe them. When treatments were
equally effective, Anthem chose the one
that cost less. Abraxane made the cut
only for pancreatic cancer; for breast
and lung cancers, Anthem deemed pac-
litaxel a less expensive and equally ef-
fective drug. (Anthem still reimburses
costs for Abraxane when used for any
of the three cancers.) Jennifer Malin,
the oncologist who developed Anthem’s
program, remembered meeting Soon-
Shiong to talk about products he was
developing. “You go into the confer-
ence room, and he just talks for like
three hours straight and fills up this
giant whiteboard with all his theories
of the way things work, whether or not
they’re based in reality,” Malin said.
“Other people—even clinical people
who don’t have expertise in oncology—
you would say, ‘Maybe he’s just bril- “He can pull up left, pull up right, he Bryant’s injury as an Achilles tear.
liant.’ You really have to be an oncolo- has a one-dribble fade,” he said. “He “About forty-five minutes later, my
gist to be able to say, ‘You know, this really knows how to play the game.” phone rang at home, and it was Pat-
stuff is kind of wacky.’” But it was Bacharach, now ninety-three, rick, in the locker room with Kobe,”
Shortly after Abraxane’s initial ap- who spoke of Soon-Shiong in the ElAttrache told me. ElAttrache was
proval, Soon-Shiong announced that, warmest terms. “That guy’s so bril- booked to operate the next morning
at the urging of investors, he was finally liant,” he said. “A man who is inter- on the ace pitcher Zack Greinke; at
combining American Pharmaceutical ested in all things. And such a good Soon-Shiong’s urging, he performed
Partners and American BioScience into friend.” Bacharach related an anecdote back-to-back surgeries, operating on
a single company. In a transaction known about his son Oliver, who Bryant afterward. Soon-
as a reverse merger, publicly traded was hospitalized with an Shiong, who had not per-
American Pharmaceutical issued mil- antibiotic-resistant staph formed surgery in years and
lions of new shares to acquire privately infection. “Patrick’s not on had no background in or-
held American BioScience—its own the staff, but he drops by thopedics, was in the op-
largest shareholder. When the trans- and asks to see the chart,” erating room. “The body’s
action was completed, Soon-Shiong Bacharach said. “And, you natural healing elements
owned more than eighty per cent of the know, you’re treading on are activated shortly after
shares of the company he’d brought to someone else’s ground. But the tear, so it made sense
market just a few years before. he’s very gentle, the way he to me, what he was saying,”
Less than fifteen months after the went about it, and he talks ElAttrache said. “You know,
merger, Soon-Shiong announced that to the infectious-disease the inflammatory elements
he was splitting the companies up again. doctor and suggests they switch the from the injury are at their peak.”
The generic manufacturer would now antibiotic to another one. The next day, Bryant returned to the court the fol-
be known as APP Pharmaceuticals; the Oliver was better.” lowing season, but never won another
Abraxane rights holder would be called Soon-Shiong’s friends told me about championship. (“He wasn’t a hundred
Abraxis BioScience. In 2008, APP Phar- his compound in Brentwood. “I see it per cent after that,” Sandiford-Artest
maceuticals was sold to the German more as a campus,” Bacharach said. Ev- said. “No way.”) ElAttrache said that
company Fresenius for $4.6 billion. In eryone brought up the basketball court. Soon-Shiong’s input hadn’t changed
2010, Abraxis BioScience was sold to “This court is the best court I’ve ever his approach to surgery, but he admired
the biotech firm Celgene for nearly seen in my life,” Sandiford-Artest, who Soon-Shiong’s daring, and his willing-
three billion dollars. Soon-Shiong be- played in the N.B.A. for nineteen sea- ness to experiment. “Patrick functions
came Celgene’s largest individual share- sons, said. “It’s insane. It’s deep under on the edge,” he said. “You need peo-
holder, and in the next four years the the floor, and it’s a big, N.B.A.-sized ple like that. I ask myself, ‘Is there some
company’s stock tripled. Having started court, with locker rooms and televisions. kernel of genius in there that can help
from nothing fourteen years earlier, and And bowling alleys. Just like a big the people I need to take care of ?’ So
operating outside his medical specialty, N.B.A. practice facility, sixty to a hun- I listen to him. I definitely listen.”
Soon-Shiong was now worth more than dred feet underground.”
seven billion dollars. Soon-Shiong and Kobe Bryant were oon-Shiong purchased his share in
THE WITNESS
Ron Bishop helped send three innocent boys to prison. They’ve all lived with the consequences.
BY JENNIFER GONNERMAN
or nearly four decades, Ron that was the last time I saw him alive.” had the working-poor class as well,”
WIN AWARDS
IT JUST HAPPENED TO
WO R K OUT TH AT WAY
D R . D R E W D R . K ATA LI N
W E I S S M A N K A R I KÓ
When Dr. Katalin Karikó and Dr. Drew Weissman began investigating mRNA as a potential
therapeutic in the late ’90s, they didn’t do it to win one of medicine’s most prestigious
awards. Instead, they did it to benefit humankind. As it turns out, they achieved even more,
developing the scientific foundation for the innovative and transformative COVID-19 vaccines
and winning the 2021 Lasker-DeBakey Clinical Medical Research Award. Their work has
saved countless lives and will undoubtedly save countless more. Some may call it forward
thinking. We call it changing the world. Penn Medicine. The birthplace of mRNA vaccines.
BOOKS
BY ELIZABETH KOLBERT
n the summer of 1942, Ed Wilson, known to kill fledgling birds, young sea cide long since banned. It made little
a burning sensation—hence the name— had spread as far north as Tennessee seph Banks, the English botanist who
and then a smallpox-like pustule. It has and as far west as Texas, and the so- sailed with Captain Cook in 1768. Wil-
a voracious appetite and will consume called Fire Ant Wars had begun. In an son loved to explore places no ento-
anything from tree bark to termites to early skirmish, the state of Mississippi mologist had surveyed before, and once
the seeds of crops like wheat and sor- provided farmers with chlordane, an spent ten months collecting ants from
ghum. Red imported fire ants have been indiscriminate, organochlorine pesti- New Caledonia to Sri Lanka. But he
70 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021
Insects face an array of man-made threats, including habitat loss, climate change, light pollution, and potent new pesticides.
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was fated to follow a different path. tion, Harvard’s biology department University of Tennessee, spent a year
Wilson became a professional biolo- split in two. monitoring the “defaunated” cays. It
gist just as it was becoming clear that Wilson continued to collect ants. was painstaking, mud-splattered work,
the biosphere was unravelling. Though He spent a sabbatical conducting field but, at least as far as Wilson was con-
he resisted the knowledge at first, later work on Trinidad and Tobago and in cerned, it paid off. Those cays closest
he would become perhaps the most im- Suriname. But he was, by his own de- to the shore were quickly recolonized.
portant chronicler of this crisis—the scription, fiercely ambitious, and he Species diversity rose, and then lev-
nation’s first great post-naturalist. yearned to make a bigger contribution elled off, just as Wilson and MacAr-
to science—a contribution more like thur’s theory had predicted. On the
ilson is now ninety-two and lives Watson’s. One of the obstacles, he de- sixth, more distant islet, recolonization
W in a retirement community in
Lexington, Massachusetts. He’s the sub-
cided, was math; he had never even
taken an upper-level course in the sub-
took longer, and the eventual number
of resident species was lower—more
ject of a new biography, “Scientist: E. O. ject. At the age of thirty-two, he en- confirmation. Though some of the de-
Wilson: A Life in Nature” (Double- rolled in calculus and sat awkwardly in tails of “The Theory of Island Bio-
day), by the journalist Richard Rhodes. the lecture room with some of the same geography” have since been discarded,
Rhodes, who’s the author of more than undergraduates he was teaching. it’s still considered a classic. A paper
twenty books, including “The Making Around this time, Wilson began col- that appeared on the occasion of its
of the Atomic Bomb,” interviewed his laborating with a Princeton professor fiftieth anniversary noted that it re-
subject several times before COVID hit named Robert MacArthur, who pos- mains one of the world’s “most influ-
and they had to switch to the phone. sessed all the mathematical skills he ential texts on ecology and evolution.”
During one of Rhodes’s visits, he ran lacked. In 1967, the two published “The As many of Wilson’s colleagues soon
into an old friend, Victor McElheny, a Theory of Island Biogeography.” The realized, the significance of the theory
journalist who lives in the same retire- book was an effort to explain how is- extended well beyond actual islands.
ment community and, as it happened, land ecosystems come into being, a Through logging and mining and gen-
had written a biography of Wilson’s puzzle that had fascinated both Charles eralized sprawl, the world was increas-
nemesis, James Watson. “Small world,” Darwin and his rival, Alfred Russel ingly being cut up into “islands” of
Rhodes observes. Wallace. It combined field observations habitat. The smaller and more isolated
Wilson’s dispute with Watson was with a tangle of equations to account these islands, be they patches of for-
an academic turf battle and, at the for why larger islands harbor more spe- est or tundra or grassland, the fewer
same time, something more than that. cies than smaller ones, and also why species they would ultimately contain.
In 1953, Watson and his collaborator distant islands host fewer species than Wilson had moved on to new research
Francis Crick discovered the structure similar-sized islands situated near a questions, and initially didn’t concern
of DNA—the famous double helix. mainland. Wilson and MacArthur pro- himself much with the implications of
Three years later, Watson joined Har- posed that the keys to understanding his own work. When the first surveys
vard’s biology department. Though island biogeography are the rate at of deforestation in the Amazon ap-
he was only twenty-eight when he which new species immigrate to an is- peared, though, he was, in his words,
arrived, he treated the two dozen other land (or evolve there) and the rate at “tipped into active engagement.” In an
members of the department with an which established species wink out. article in Scientific American, in 1989,
offhand contempt. Specimen collect- “There’s nothing more romantic than he combined data on deforestation
ing, he suggested, was for hobbyists. biogeography,” Wilson once told the with the predictions of his and Mac-
Henceforth, real scientists would study author David Quammen. Arthur’s theory to estimate that as
life by examining its molecular struc- Though Wilson and MacArthur many as six thousand species a year
ture. The brilliance of Watson’s dis- boldly labelled their work on island were being consigned to oblivion. “That
covery, combined with his sublime biogeography the theory, it was still just in turn is on the order of 10,000 times
self-assurance, intimidated many of a theory. Wilson, the field biologist, greater than the naturally occurring
his older colleagues. Wilson, who’d was eager to test it on the ground. The background extinction rate that ex-
been hired at Harvard the same year, difficulty lay in finding the right is- isted prior to the appearance of human
has described Watson as “the Caligula lands; for a rigorous experiment, these beings,” he wrote.
of biology.” When, owing to an offer would have to be empty. Wilson hit
from Stanford, Wilson received tenure on the idea of using clumps of man- he same year that Wilson pub-
ahead of Watson, the latter stomped
through the halls of the Biological
grove north of Key West. The cays
were so small—about forty feet in di-
T lished his article in Scientific Amer-
ican, a group of insect fanciers installed
Laboratories declaiming, according ameter—that the only breeding ani- what are known as malaise traps in sev-
to some sources, “Shit, shit, shit, shit!,” mals on them were insects, spiders, and, eral nature reserves in Germany. Mal-
and to others, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” occasionally, wood lice. Wilson per- aise traps look like tents that have blown
Eventually, the differences between suaded the National Park Service to over on their sides, and they’re designed
the traditionalists and the molecular- let him fumigate six of them. Then one to capture virtually anything that flies
ists were judged insurmountable, and, of his graduate students, Daniel Sim- into them. The group, the Krefeld En-
in an intellectual version of specia- berloff, who’s now a professor at the tomological Society, was interested in
72 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021
how insects were faring in different
types of parks and protected areas. Every
summer from then on, society mem- BRIEFLY NOTED
bers set out new traps, usually in dif-
ferent preserves. In 2013, they resam- The Book of Form and Emptiness, by Ruth Ozeki (Viking). When
pled some of the sites they’d originally this novel opens, a young father has been killed by a truck, and
sampled back in 1989. The contents of his wife and son have begun to grieve in incompatible ways.
the traps were a fraction of what they’d She starts hoarding things, and he hears voices: the objects are
been the first time around. talking to him. As the house fills up, Christmas ornaments and
Over the next three summers, the pickle jars clamoring for the boy’s attention, the pair seek help
group members resampled more sites. from various sages (including a Zen Buddhist priest not un-
The results were similar. In 2017, with like the author), asking whether the voices are “music or mad-
the help of some outside experts, they ness.” Hints of an answer emerge gradually, in part through
published a paper documenting a sev- “the Book,” a voice that rises out of the narrative, instructing
enty-five-per-cent decline in “total fly- both the boy and the reader on how to speak up.
ing insect biomass” in the areas sur-
veyed. These areas were exactly the sort The War for Gloria, by Atticus Lish (Knopf ). Set on the fringes
of habitat fragments that, according to of greater Boston, a “grim and nihilistic” world of construc-
Wilson’s theory, were destined to lose tion sites, strip clubs, and cage fights, this assured novel re-
species. Nevertheless, the findings were volves around the conflict between a teen-ager, Corey, and his
shocking. In 2019, a second group of neglectful, manipulative father. The source of their acrimony
researchers published a more rigorous is Corey’s mother, who is slowly dying of A.L.S. Corey quits
and extensive study, and its findings school to earn money to support her and becomes obsessed
were even more dire. In the course of with martial arts. The novel offers a complex exploration of
just the previous decade, grasslands in masculinity, veering from the fierce, destructive aggression of
Germany had, on average, lost a third Corey’s encounters with his father to the tender, attentive
of their arthropod species and two- dedication he displays toward his mother. Lish writes with
thirds of their arthropod biomass. (Ter- unhurried precision, avoiding sentimentality yet generating
restrial arthropods include spiders and enormous emotional resonance.
centipedes in addition to insects.) In
woodlands, the number of arthropod Read Until You Understand, by Farah Jasmine Griffin (Norton).
species had dropped by more than a The injunction of this book’s title comes from a note written
third, and biomass by forty per cent. to the author by her father, who died when she was nine, in
“This is frightening” is how one of the one of many books he gave her. Now a noted scholar of Af-
paper’s authors, Wolfgang Weisser, a rican American literature, Griffin shares, in a blend of mem-
biologist at the Technical University oir and criticism, the fruits of her lifelong journey to fulfill
of Munich, put it. that aspiration. Deftly positioning contemporary writers such
In the years since, many more pa- as Ta-Nehisi Coates and Jesmyn Ward alongside figures such
pers have appeared with comparable as Phillis Wheatley, Frederick Douglass, and Malcolm X,
findings. Significant drops have been Griffin traces a lineage of Black resistance to racism. She also
found in mayf ly populations in the richly evokes her childhood in Philadelphia, long a hub for
American Midwest, butterfly numbers Black activism, where she belonged to a “complex, challeng-
in the Sierra Nevadas, and caterpillar ing world that did not center whites,” and to a family whose
diversity in northern Costa Rica. While women, skilled seamstresses and gardeners, cultivated beauty.
many species appear to be doing just
fine—for instance, the spotted lantern- The End of Bias, by Jessica Nordell (Metropolitan). Drawing
fly, an invasive species from Asia, which on insights from cognitive science and social psychology, this
was first detected in Pennsylvania around study of unconscious prejudice examines how it forms, the
2014, and has since spread to at least harm it does, and ways of countering it. Nordell and a com-
ten other states, including New York— puter scientist build a workplace simulation in which even a
there is, as was noted in the introduc- three-per-cent bias toward men produces, over time, a lead-
tion to a recent special issue of the Pro- ership that is eighty-two-per-cent male. She meets police of-
ceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ficers who make mindfulness part of their training regimens,
devoted to the state of the insect world, and a preschool director who finds that abandoning gender
“ample cause for concern.” pronouns reduces children’s use of stereotypes without im-
Dave Goulson, an entomologist at pairing their ability to discern difference. Although the book
the University of Sussex, is one of the presents many convincing accounts of personal bias being re-
experts the Krefeld group contacted duced through self-reflection, it emphasizes, above all, the
to help make sense of its data. Like urgent need for systemic solutions.
THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021 73
Wilson, Goulson could be described isted 10,000 years ago. If insects were even more toxic than Mirex and chlor-
as a naturalist turned post-naturalist; to vanish, the environment would col- dane. They were first marketed in the
he decided to study insects because he lapse into chaos.” nineteen-nineties; by 2010, more than
found them enthralling, and now he three million pounds a year were being
studies why they’re in trouble. ike insects themselves, the threats applied to crops in the U.S., and almost
“I have watched clouds of birdwing
butterflies sipping minerals from the
L to them are numerous and diverse.
First, there’s habitat loss. Since Wil-
two hundred thousand pounds to crops
in Great Britain. Neonics are water-sol-
muddy banks of a river in Borneo, and son’s article in Scientific American ap- uble, which means they can leak into
thousands of fireflies flashing their lu- peared, in 1989, South America has lost soils and ponds and potentially be taken
minous bottoms in synchrony at night at least another three hundred million up by other plants. There’s a good deal
in the swamps of Thailand,” he writes acres of tropical forest, and Southeast of controversy over the dangers they
in “Silent Earth: Averting the Insect Asia has experienced similar losses. In pose to non-target insects, especially
Apocalypse” (Vintage). “I have had enor- places like the U.S. and Britain, which bees; in 2018, the European Union found
mous fun. But I have been haunted by were deforested generations ago, the the evidence of harm compelling enough
the knowledge that these creatures are hedgerows and weedy patches that once to ban three key neonics from outdoor
in decline.” provided refuge for insects are disap- use. (The chemicals continue to be ap-
Goulson bemoans the fact that many pearing, owing to ever more intense plied in many European countries under
people consider insects to be pests. He agricultural practices. From an insect’s “emergency authorizations.”) Mean-
wants readers to appreciate just how perspective, Goulson points out, even while, in the rest of the world, includ-
amazing they really are, and sets off fertilizer use constitutes a form of hab- ing the U.S., their use continues apace.
his chapters with profiles of six-legged itat destruction. Fertilizer leaching out “Carson may have won a battle, but not
creatures. Males of many species of of fields fosters the growth of certain the war,” Goulson observes.
earwigs have two penises; if disturbed plants over others, and it’s these oth- In the last chapter of “Silent Earth,”
during mating, they snap off the one ers that many insects depend on. Goulson offers dozens of actions we can
they’re using and beat a quick escape. Climate change, light pollution, and take to “change our relationship with the
Female jewel wasps sting their prey— introduced species present further dan- small creatures that live all around us.”
large cockroaches—to induce a zom- gers. The Varroa destructor mite evolved Some involve tending one’s own gar-
bielike trance. Then they chew off the to live on (and consume the body fat den—for instance, trying “to reimagine
tips of the roaches’ antennae, use the of ) Asian honeybees, which are smaller ‘weeds’ such as dandelion as ‘wildflow-
stumps to guide the stupefied creatures than their European counterparts. When ers.’” Others are regional or national in
back to their burrows, and lay their European honeybees were imported to scope: “plant streets and parks with flow-
eggs inside them. Aging termites of East Asia, the mites jumped hosts, and ering, native trees” or “introduce pesti-
the species Neocapritermes taracua de- when European bees were taken to new cide and fertilizer taxes.” The list is long
velop pouches around their abdomens places the mites hitched a ride. Varroa enough that nearly everyone who wants
that are filled with copper-rich pro- mites carry diseases like deformed-wing to can find some recommendation to
teins. If an intruder is gaining the virus, and they’ve had a devastating ef- follow, but it’s heavily tilted toward re-
upper hand—or leg—in a fight, the fect on European honeybees, probably ducing the use of pesticides, which, as
elderly termites, in effect, blow them- causing the loss of hundreds of thou- “Silent Earth” makes clear, is just one of
selves up to protect the colony, a prac- sands of colonies. In the U.S. (and in the many hazards insects are facing.
tice known as suicidal altruism. The many other countries), European honey- Wilson, who’s been called the “fa-
proteins react with chemicals stored bees are treated as tiny livestock. They’re ther of biodiversity,” has a bigger idea.
in their salivary glands to become carted around to pollinate crops like In “Half-Earth: Our Planet’s Fight for
highly toxic compounds. apples and almonds, and their health is Life” (2016), he argues that the only way
Insects are, of course, also vital. carefully monitored. But what’s been to preserve the world’s insects—and,
They’re by far the largest class of an- the impact of imported parasites and for that matter, everything else—is to
imals on Earth, with roughly a mil- pathogens on other bees, not to mention set aside fifty per cent of it in “inviola-
lion named species and probably four ants, beetles, crickets, dragonflies, moths, ble reserves.” He arrived at the figure,
times that many awaiting identifica- thrips, and wasps? “For 99.9 per cent of he explains, using the principles of is-
tion. (Robert May, an Australian sci- insect species, we know simply noth- land biogeography; on fifty per cent of
entist who helped develop the field of ing,” Goulson laments. the globe, he calculates, roughly eighty-
theoretical ecology, once noted, “To a Then, there are pesticides. Since the five per cent of the planet’s species could
first approximation, all species are in- Fire Ant Wars, which were prominently be saved. The task of preserving—or,
sects.”) They support most terrestrial featured in Rachel Carson’s “Silent in many places, restoring—half the
food chains, serve as the planet’s chief Spring,” a great many have been taken world’s habitat is, he acknowledges,
pollinators, and act as crucial decom- off the market. New ones, however, have daunting. The alternative, though, is to
posers. Goulson quotes Wilson’s ob- replaced them. Goulson is particularly grow dandelions while the world burns:
servation: “If all mankind were to dis- concerned about a class of chemicals “The only hope for the species still liv-
appear, the world would regenerate back known as neonicotinoids. Neonics, as ing is a human effort commensurate
to the rich state of equilibrium that ex- they’re often called, are, in some respects, with the magnitude of the problem.”
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Trollope: typically nine hundred octavo
pages divided into volumes of three hun-
dred pages each, handsomely printed and
bound. “The three volumes lie before me
like an interminable desert,” Reardon
moans. “Impossible to get through them.”
Gissing lifted such laments from his
own diary; “New Grub Street” was itself
a triple-decker, Gissing’s eighth, and he
used every available trick to stretch it,
wheezily, to length. “The padding trade,”
Trollope called literature at the time.
As luxury items, unaffordable for out-
right purchase by most readers, triple-
deckers were championed by Mudie’s
Select Library, a behemoth of British
book distribution. For its founder, Charles
Edward Mudie, who often bought the
bulk of a print run and could demand
commensurate discounts from publish-
ers, the appeal was plain: since his sub-
scribers—at least those paying the stan-
dard rate of a guinea a year—could bor-
row only one volume at a time, each
triple-decker could circulate to three
times as many subscribers. Publishers
were equally fond of the form, which al-
lowed them to stagger printing costs. A
tantalizing first volume could drum up
demand for subsequent volumes, and
BOOKS help pay for them.
A great many of the Victorian nov-
CLIMATE CONTROLLERS
mately, disruptive climate change.
Ghosh wonders whether our planet,
after four centuries of vigorous terra-
Our planet is heating up. Why do our politics remain frozen? forming, has begun to turn against its
settlers, unleashing wildfires, storms,
BY OLÚFÉ.MI O. TÁÍWÒ and droughts. It sounds like nature’s
own version of brandschattingen.
Given that the heedlessness of the
n 1621, the Dutch East India Com- that traversed the Indian Ocean and global marketplace got us into the cli-
I pany—the Vereenigde Oost-In-
dische Compagnie, or V.O.C.—ar-
linked Africa and Eurasia. At one
point, a handful of the seeds could
mate crisis, you might be skeptical
that more of the same will get us out
rived at the Banda Islands with a buy a house or a ship. But the V.O.C. of it. But many governments have
formidable navy. The global spice mar- couldn’t secure a deal. The islands adopted a hair-of-the-dog approach,
ket was fiercely competitive, and a lacked a central authority; instead of embracing market-based solutions
number of European powers had al- kings or potentates, they merely had such as emissions trading and carbon
ready sailed to this Indonesian archi- respected elders. taxes. The results have been discour-
pelago and tried to strong-arm the lo- Frustrated, the Dutch turned to a aging: global emissions have been ris-
cals into accepting various treaties. The military tactic of extortion they called ing quickly, and we’ve fallen short on
V.O.C. had recently sought a monop- brandschattingen—threatening an nearly every indicator of climate prog-
oly on the spice trade with the islands, enemy with arson—and swiftly deliv- ress. (The aim has been to limit global
home to the precious nutmeg. Nut- ered on the threat, torching the vil- temperature increases to 1.5 or two
meg, valued for its culinary uses and lagers’ houses, food stores, and boats. degrees Celsius, in the hope of avoid-
its medicinal properties—rumor had Dutch forces captured and enslaved ing the most catastrophic scenarios
it that it could cure the plague—had as many of the Bandanese as they of climate change.) Although mar-
long been traded across vast networks could, and murdered the rest. Soon ket-based approaches can yield in-
cremental improvement, there’s little
Extractive economies shift burdens and risks down the world’s hierarchies. evidence that they can produce the
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One of the new strategies is to ac-
knowledge climate change but to put
polluters in charge of remedying it.
Aronoff describes a 2018 proposal by
Royal Dutch Shell, billed as a pathway
to two degrees Celsius, that would have
maintained similar levels of fossil-fuel
production for decades. The scenario
depended on carbon removal deployed
on an immense scale—orders of mag-
nitude above our current capabilities,
and with potentially dangerous impli-
cations for food, energy, and water se-
curity. Earlier this year, Shell was re-
buked by a Dutch court, which ordered
the company to reduce its carbon emis-
sions by forty-five per cent by 2030.
Despite such setbacks, oil and gas
corporations have largely succeeded
in slowing the energy transition that
threatens their bottom line. Even from
a technocratic perspective, though, our
inaction on climate is irrational. Any
serious long-term financial projection
should take note of the fact that mass
death, disease, and destruction are likely
to make everybody worse off. One re-
cent study estimates that as many as a
billion people could be displaced during
• • the next fifty years for every additional
degree of warming, implying a level of
social upheaval that might involve
“transformational” change that U.N. in pricing or institutional design. But pitchforks. Even the International En-
scientists say is necessary. our paralysis didn’t arise from happen- ergy Agency, an organization started
If the market is still treated as a de- stance. Every decade that we delay com- by Henry Kissinger, now calls for a
fault source of solutions, Ghosh sug- prehensive climate action is another halt to all new oil and gas fields. Giant
gests, it’s because, in a world created decade that certain companies can profit corporations such as Chevron and
by corporations such as the V.O.C. and from their stake in the world’s energy Exxon have been attacked for their in-
colonial sponsors such as the imperial system. Activists and reporters have action on the climate crisis not just by
Dutch, everything, including the planet, exposed well-funded and elaborate mis- Greenpeace supporters but by their
is considered a resource to be exchanged information campaigns sponsored by own shareholders, who insist that the
or exploited, and progress and “ratio- these companies. The revelations haven’t safety of their investments depends on
nality” are measured in impersonal dol- made much difference. cutting emissions.
lars and cents. Profit and security are What Kate Aronoff shows, in her Why haven’t governments and po-
reserved for those at the top of the timely book “Overheated” (Bold Type), litical institutions forced a course cor-
world’s hierarchies, and are achieved is that the “old-school” approach to rection? That’s a question taken up in
by shifting the risks and the burdens corporate climate denial has given way “White Skin, Black Fuel” (Verso), by
toward those at the bottom. Some peo- to new, subtler strategies. Yesterday’s Andreas Malm and the Zetkin Col-
ple get a storm-surge barrier—a spe- denialists insisted that climate change lective, of Scandinavia. The book shows
cialty of certain Dutch multinationals— was a hoax, funding dodgy science and how, in the political arena, arguments
and exquisitely climate-controlled in- blitzing coöperative media outlets such about economic rationality get woven
teriors; others watch their villages be as Fox News with industry “experts.” together with hierarchical structures
swallowed by the sea. But under mounting public pressure and the pursuit of domination, por-
many companies have withdrawn their tending what it calls fossil fascism. In
f you’re wedded to market solutions, support from denialist think tanks like particular, its authors are struck by how
I you’ll insist that our failure to act
arises simply from suboptimal legal
the Heartland Institute; those compa-
nies are now funding academic research
the European far right has used the
“funnel issue” of hostility toward im-
rules and market conditions. Maybe all at big-name universities that shy away migration to promote hostility toward
we need are a few technical adjustments from overt climate-change denial. renewable energy.
80 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021
“Migrants are like wind turbines,” raw materials we seek; it ultimately de-
France’s Marine Le Pen has remarked. pletes it of meaning.
“Everyone agrees to have them, but The authors of “The Nutmeg’s
no one wants them in their back yard.” Curse,” “Overheated,” and “White Skin,
To the north, the far-right Finns Party Black Fuel” have different stories to
(formerly known as the True Finns) tell about our bafflingly self-destruc-
led a national campaign against wind tive climate politics. But they mesh
turbines, featuring a press conference into a broader narrative about hierar-
in which a man wept over the dam- chy, commerce, and exploitation. An
age he believed the structures had in- account of why climate politics is bro-
flicted on him and his family via in- ken, needless to say, won’t tell us how
S I NC E
frasonic waves. The Party even pub- to fix it. Still, these authors do venture
lished a cartoon—detailed in “White some ideas. The second half of “Over-
Skin, Black Fuel”—in which a Black heated” sketches out the contours of a
man dressed only in a grass skirt makes “postcarbon democracy”; we learn about
hysterical climate predictions, flanked ongoing political efforts to redistrib-
by a diminutive woman, evidently a ute the ownership of utilities from in-
Finnish regulator, who insists that vestors to communities, and about the
“we have to spend more on wind tur- promising 2018 struggles of public em-
bines.” Oil companies have learned ployees against the governments of fos-
subtlety, but these far-right parties sil-fuel-reliant states such as West Vir-
have other priorities. ginia, Kentucky, and Oklahoma. “The
Nutmeg’s Curse” sees potential in what
“E ven after fulfilling their ambi-
tions in the region, the officials
it calls a “vitalist” politics, and in an
associated ethic of protection that
of the V.O.C. were never satisfied with would extend to “rivers, mountains, an-
their spice monopoly,” Ghosh writes. imals, and the spirits of the land.”
He attributes this reaction to a frame- Ghosh identifies this ethos, in contrast
work he terms the “world-as-resource,” to the world-as-resource view, with Building Upon the
in which landscapes are considered peasants and farmworkers in Asia, Af-
to be factories, and nature, like a na- rica, and Latin America—places and Strength of Our History
tive population, is viewed as a proper people long seen as peripheral to his-
object of conquest. In Indonesia, the tory. He also draws our attention to As the world’s leading boat
V.O.C. eventually followed up the mas- legal victories by indigenous peoples,
sacre of a people with an effort to ex- including the Inter-American Court
builde r, we integrate our
tirpate a botanical species. When the of Human Rights ruling, in 2012, that expertise, commitment to
price of nutmeg fell, the company tried the rights of the Sarayaku people, in
to limit the global supply Ecuador, had been violated quality and service, and cutting-
of the spice by eradicating when an oil company dug
every nutmeg tree outside wells on their lands with-
edge innovation into every
the Dutch plantations on out consulting them; and BENETEAU boat we build so
the Banda Islands. court rulings that side with
Spectacles of destruc- the Standing Rock Sioux that you can enjoy a lifetime of
tion like these would seem Tribe in its struggle against
to ref lect the often ma- the Dakota Access Pipeline.
cherished memories.
ligned workings of the These victories aren’t on BENETEAU.COM
profit motive, as people the scale of the challenges
such as Erik M. Conway we face, and the political
and Naomi Oreskes have proposals may feel airily
stressed. But Ghosh, mulling over why idealistic—more of a wish list than
the world has been so slow to decar- a to-do list. Still, getting serious about
bonize, thinks that this explanation is climate change, as these micro and
incomplete. He wants us to reckon with macro histories make clear, means
broader structures of power, involving aiming higher than defeatist “realism.”
“the physical subjugation of people and Climate catastrophe isn’t going to be
territory,” and, crucially, the “idea of averted simply by our changing the
conquest, as a process of extraction.” way we think about the planet and its
O U R P H I L O S O P H Y
The world-as-resource perspective not peoples—but it’s likely to arrive sooner
only depletes our environment of the if we don’t.
THE ART WORLD establishments. Not that the revolt re-
quired much personal valor: you couldn’t
FAR OUT
be prosecuted for your dreams. The for-
mula looked easy. There were no rules or
hierarchies, despite Breton’s efforts to po-
“Surrealism Beyond Borders,” at the Met. lice the ranks. Anyone could play, and for
a while many sorts of people did.
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL The show tracks eruptions in about COURTESY THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF MODERN ART, TOKYO
Koga Harue’s “The Sea,” from 1929, is one of this global show’s tonic shocks, with local nuances modifying collective fervor.
82 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021
lessly real realm that is superior to rea- ing next to no French, I struggled to unguided “automatic writing,” hellbent
son. Sigmund Freud, without meaning translate a section of “Les Chants de on insulting the commonplace. It didn’t
to, had inspired the lively delusion that Maldoror” (1868-69)—a proto-Surreal- have to make sense. Maybe best if it didn’t.
the fracture of rationality (he was plenty ist text by the short-lived Uruguayan- But I came around to concluding that
rational himself ) was a royal road to uni- born Frenchman Isidore Ducasse, who the conscious mind, that flickering spark
versal truth, rather than, as often seemed styled himself the Comte de Lau- in cosmic obscurity, is the indispensable
to be the case, a repertory of clichés. tréamont—in which the hero joins a fe- site of mysteries that matter.
Birds always meant sex for the Ger- male shark in slaughtering seaborne ri- The rest is charm, which abounds at
man Max Ernst, although you can’t fail vals and then has rapturous sex with her. the Met with particular élan from the
to adore his delicate construction of lit- Extravagant grotesquerie in many fla- border-crossing variants headlined by
tle figures, “Two Children Are Threat- vors was all the rage. Evil excited certain the show. Divisions into multinational
ened by a Nightingale” (1924). The vi- Surrealists who, for instance, celebrated cohorts, organized by theme, constitute
vacity of the movement frequently ran the predatory libertinism of the Marquis a world tour with local nuances that mod-
to miniature scale, as with the poetic box de Sade. (I quailed at that.) Breton’s 1928 ify a collective fervor. The variety of dis-
constructions of Joseph Cornell, which novel, “Nadja,” about his brief affair with coveries, detailed with exceptional schol-
the American artist began making in a young, waiflike possible clairvoyant, arship in a ravishing keeper of a catalogue,
the thirties, and to such epiphenomena was Biblical to me; I failed to register defeat generalization, with such one-off,
as the party game exquisite corpse, in that Breton’s attitude toward the girl was tonic shocks, new to me, as a hyperac-
which players take turns drawing parts exploitative. He stepped away when she tive tangle of abstract shapes, “Baton
of figures on folded paper and leaving received a diagnosis of clinical insanity. Blows” (1937), by the French-Egyptian
traces of outline for others to continue. For me, much of the movement’s al- Mayo; “The Sea” (1929), a fantasia by the
The show features an accordion-like ver- lure involved glamorized maleness, with Japanese Koga Harue that displays,
sion thirty-six feet long that the Amer- the likes of the poets Paul Éluard, Rob- among other things, a bathing beauty, a
ican poet Ted Joans took along to en- ert Desnos, and close to a dozen others zeppelin, many swimming fish, and a
counters with cultural luminaries until modelling a sexy cool in which I was flayed submarine; and “Untitled” (1967),
his death, in 2003. sorely deficient. Marcel Duchamp and a weaponized throng of human and an-
Man Ray figured as genius associates, imal faces and figures, by the Mozam-
urrealism began in literature, though and the darkling anthropologist and phi- bican Malangatana Ngwenya. Certainly,
S with impetus from the haunting city-
scapes that the Italian Giorgio de Chi-
losopher Georges Bataille provided in-
tellectual ballast laced with pornogra-
the show’s range satisfies an aim to pry
the movement’s history from the grip of
rico had been painting since 1909. It rap- phy. Women were sex objects or muses, its would-be Mecca in Paris, where
idly infected artists worldwide, acting in with rare exceptions such as the British- Breton devolved into a parochial tyrant
opposition to arguably bourgeois mod- born Mexican Leonora Carrington, the whose powers of excommunication could
ernisms including Cubism and Construc- German Meret Oppenheim, the Amer- descend without mercy even on Alberto
tivism, albeit cribbing forms from them ican Dorothea Tanning, and the infal- Giacometti, in 1935, after the greatest of
now and then. The movement was essen- libly amazing Frida Kahlo. Breton, no related sculptors dared to essay some rel-
tially conservative, rejecting engagement slouch as a critic and in this instance just atively objective figuration.
with external modernity despite such mildly sexist, termed Kahlo’s typical self- It’s rare to have a conscientiously or-
wishful identification with radical causes portrait “a ribbon around a bomb.” dered overview teem with unfamiliar se-
as that of a magazine edited by Breton I missed the fact that, by the time I ductive delights, like a suite of uncanny
between 1930 and 1933, Le Surréalisme au stumbled across it, Surrealism was out photographs mostly of enigmatic women
Service de la Révolution. (The Soviet of date from a Western point of view, its outdoors, from 1958, by the Colombian
Union would have none of this.) The as- influence having been plowed under by Cecilia Porras. The perspective applied
sociation persists in the anti-colonial sen- formally rigorous painters like Joan Miró to twentieth-century art will stay with
timents of several non-European artists. and Arshile Gorky, who are in the show, you, as a standing challenge to modern
In fact, in addition to being a taste fa- and, decisively, Jackson Pollock, who is art’s dominant march of formal avant-
vored by educated élites, Surrealism was not, and by laconic poets like John Ash- gardes. Man Ray idealized original art as
colonialist in its own way. Nearly inter- bery and Frank O’Hara. It dawned on “a creation motivated by desire.” That,
changeable dream images popped up me that Pablo Picasso had, from the start, for me, is the keynote of Surrealism, which
everywhere. A doctrinaire rejection of made the very most of Surrealism’s Di- was dedicated to anarchic motives that
nationalism fostered a sense that the onysian audacity by combining it with brooked no institutional authority. Each
adherents stemmed from nowhere in his own Apollonian aplomb: one-stop work is a jailbreak, successful or not, from
particular. Surrealism was individualist shopping in erotic and perceptual reve- a civilization that could be held respon-
Romanticism on steroids. I know the lation. After I fled East by stages and, in sible for spirit-crushing conformity and,
magnetism and its limitations well. 1964-65, spent a disillusioning year in in the annals of war and injustice, sys-
I was a Surrealist poet at the age of Paris, I became embarrassed by the lon- temic lunacy. In the end, Surrealism came
twenty in 1962, intoxicated but not ter- gueurs of latter-day Surrealists. I think down to gamy incoherence. But its gospel
ribly well informed at my small Mid- I can trace an aspect of my style to prior of liberty encourages a rethink, even now,
western college. Though hobbled by hav- exercises in the Surrealist shibboleth of of what cultural adventure is all about.
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mann’s voice is a direct result of his
training, and from a technical stand-
point it’s hard to argue with the choices
he has made. In a 2011 interview, he ex-
plained that a vocal coach had helped
him develop his legato line, in part by
evening out vowels and softening con-
sonants. “Every overpronounced con-
sonant stops the flow of air, and that’s
not good,” Kaufmann said. This ap-
proach gives him a particular author-
ity in Italian and French repertory,
where a liquid line is a necessity. In his
native language, his diction is never
anything but clear, yet the words don’t
crystallize in the air as they do in the
work of Christoph Prégardien and
Christian Gerhaher, to name two em-
inent Lieder interpreters. In a curious
way, Kaufmann could be mistaken for
a Romance-language singer who speaks
perfect German.
Despite his dashing, mildly rakish
air, Kaufmann is emphatically not a
risk-taker. I often have the sense that
he is husbanding his resources, protect-
ing the glittering hoard of his voice. His
performance in Massenet’s “Werther,”
at the Met, in 2014, was emblematic:
MUSICAL EVENTS the ur-Romantic tragic hero came across
as elegant, contained, emotionally re-
DIVO
cessed. Attempts at Wagner’s Tristan
have predictably fallen short of the de-
ranged passion that the part requires.
A Jonas Kaufmann recital, at Carnegie Hall. To be sure, Kaufmann sets vocal stan-
dards that few can match. Nothing is
BY ALEX ROSS remotely below par. Yet there’s some-
thing solipsistic about his career: he
rarely disappears into a role.
he German tenor Jonas Kaufmann, Every merry crowd must have at least The Carnegie program, for which
T who recently brought his gold-
bronze voice to Carnegie Hall, may be
one unsmiling soul, and in this case the
role falls to me. There is no denying the
the pianist Helmut Deutsch provided
accompaniment, drew on two recent al-
the most bankable male star in opera fundamental splendor of Kaufmann’s bums, both on the Sony label: “Selige
today. His appearances all but guaran- sound: the baritonal strength of his lower Stunde,” a recital ranging from Mozart
tee a full house. Tough-minded critics register, the clean strike of his high notes, to Alexander Zemlinsky, and “Freud-
exit the venue with elated grins. His not the tender shimmer of his mezza voce. voll und Leidvoll,” devoted to songs by
infrequent cancellations traumatize the All the pitches are in place, laced to- Liszt. The latter is one of Kaufmann’s
front offices of leading institutions. With gether in a luxurious legato. Nonethe- best efforts to date, giving welcome at-
his wavy hair and wide cheekbones, he less, to take a line from Bertolt Brecht, tention to a neglected body of work.
cuts a plausible profile as a Puccinian something is lacking. Particularly in re- Lisztian innovation flares up all over,
lover or a Wagnerian hero. In Ger- cent years, Kaufmann has exuded a gen- whether in the questing, “Tristan”-like
man-speaking lands, he is a part-time eralized glamour that seems discon- introduction to “Loreley”—composed
pop idol with best-selling crossover rec- nected from the music at hand. This is years before Wagner wrote his opera—
ords to his credit, including a Christ- not a pressing issue in “Jingle Bells,” or in the proto-Debussyan harmonies
mas album—“It’s Christmas!”—that but in songs by Schubert, Schumann, of “Ihr Glocken von Marling.”Kaufmann
includes traditional carols alongside Mahler, and Strauss—the heart of Kauf- emphasizes the melodic backbone of
lightly accented versions of “Jingle Bells,” mann’s recital at Carnegie—it becomes this music, leaving no question that Liszt
“White Christmas,” and “Let It Snow! a minor crisis. could have been a major opera com-
Let It Snow! Let It Snow!” The smoothed-over nature of Kauf- poser had he set his mind to it.
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sullivan + associates
A R C H I T E C T S
The “Selige Stunde” album—the celebrity which seems to have sealed
title, taken from a song by Zemlinsky, off Kaufmann’s enormous talent and
translates as “Blessed Hour”—is a grab limited its expressive potential.
bag of famous Lieder, mostly of a
martha’s vineyard
contemplative nature. The lineup in- ne tenor who deserves to inherit at
cludes Schubert’s “Wandrers Nacht-
lied II,” Schumann’s “Mondnacht,”
O least a portion of Kaufmann’s fame
is the Missouri-born Michael Spyres,
Brahms’s “Wiegenlied,” and Mahler’s who, at the age of forty-two, has estab-
“Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekom- lished himself as an idiomatic exponent
men,” all of which Kaufmann brought of French opera and is now branching
to Carnegie. Handsomely delivered as out. I first heard him in 2009, when he
they are, these songs should connote brought his clarion tone and incisive dic-
something more than a cozy respite tion to “Les Huguenots,” at Bard Col-
from the world’s cares. “Mondnacht” lege. Later, at the Opéra Comique, in Your Anniversary
is an exercise in immaculate stillness, Paris, I saw his commanding turn in “La Immortalized
in Roman Numerals
but there is something immensely eerie Muette de Portici.” None of that prepared
in the way its vocal line hovers over me for the polystylistic fireworks that
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steady sixteenth-note quavers. Kauf- Spyres unleashes in “Baritenor,” a new
mann’s handling of the stepwise rising album on Erato. With tenor and bari-
line borders on crooning, to the point tone arias from composers as varied as
that Schumann’s moonbeams seem a Mozart, Wagner, Ravel, and Orff, it’s
product of studio lighting. more a highlight reel than a coherent
As for the Mahler, there should be program, but the effect is dizzying.
some sort of mandate against senti- As the title suggests, Spyres initially
mentalized versions of this apocalyp- studied to be a baritone and has retained
tically gorgeous song, which the likes unusual strength in that register. Kauf-
of Janet Baker and Lorraine Hunt mann’s voice is not dissimilar, although
Lieberson turned into a national an- Spyres has an easier upward reach, as he
them for solitary souls. “I am lost to shows by firing off the nine high C’s in
the world,” the text reads. “It may very “Ah! mes amis,” from “La Fille du Rég-
well believe that I am dead.” Mahler’s iment.” What’s most impressive, though,
writing of an extended melisma on the is Spyres’s unabashed vitality and ur-
word “dead” invites some intervention gency in any register or repertory. When,
on the part of the singer—a ghostly in “The Barber of Seville,” Figaro com-
timbre, an ironic tinge. Kaufmann war- plains of the “ladies and children, old
bles his way through the phrase as if men and maidens” who want things from
it were just another lovely string of him, Spyres evokes a quartet of backup
notes. He sounds not so much lost to singers. “The Ballad of Kleinzach,” from
the world as pleasantly distracted. “The Tales of Hoffmann,” offers a similar
Deutsch, graceful but deferential, does riot of characterizations. There follows
little to push Kaufmann toward a a rapt, noble-toned rendition of the Grail
deeper interpretation. narration from “Lohengrin,” in French.
At Carnegie, the tenor rode waves The Met has been slow to take no-
of applause through no fewer than six tice of Spyres: he made his début only
encores, alternating lyrical purring with last year, in “La Damnation de Faust.”
displays of heroic swagger. He ended He isn’t returning to the Met this sea-
with Strauss’s “Cäcilie,” though he son, but on October 27th he appears at
stopped momentarily to berate an au- the 92nd Street Y alongside his colleague
dience member who was recording a Lawrence Brownlee, with whom he made
video. “I do everything for you,” he a rip-roaring Rossini album called “Amici
barked. “But please respect the rules e Rivali” (“Friends and Rivals”). Brown-
and don’t film.” If Kaufmann were the lee, a born lyric tenor and an incompa-
kind of singer who really did give ev- rable bel-canto stylist, takes the higher-
erything he had—a go-for-broke art- lying roles; Spyres assumes the parts that
ist like Patti LuPone, who issues sim- Rossini wrote for baritonal tenors. Next
ilar reprimands on Broadway—I would year, in Lyon, Spyres will venture Act II
have admired the sentiment. In this of “Tristan”—a sign that we may have
case, though, it had more the flavor of yet seen only a fraction of what this singer
a celebrity pout. And it is that scrim of has within his grasp.
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where it opens and closes, in a glass-
walled conference room, on that fateful
September night. And it is where the
larger story begins, in a flashback to the
eighteen-forties, with Heyum Lehmann
(Simon Russell Beale), a Bavarian Jew
in search of a new life in the New World,
disembarking in Manhattan. As Henry
Lehman, he travels to Montgomery, Al-
abama, where he establishes a small shop
selling cloth made from cotton picked
at local plantations. His brother Eman-
uel (Adrian Lester)—a man of action,
the arm to clever Henry’s brain—comes
to join him, followed by the youngest
Lehman, mild-mannered Mayer (Adam
Godley), who binds the family partner-
ship together.
Three brothers from a faraway land,
on a quest to make their fortune: there
is a strong whiff of the familiar American
fairy tale here. What is marvellous is the
knowing way in which the tale is told—
and “told” is the word. “The Lehman
Trilogy” is not so much acted as it is re-
counted, with mesmerizing virtuosity,
by these three exceptional performers.
Dressed in sober black frock coats, Beale,
Lester, and Godley work as a team, deftly
tossing the ball of their narrative back
T H E T H E AT R E and forth. They stand at once within and
apart from the characters they play, both
FORTUNE-TELLERS
illustrating the action and describing it
in a language whose rocking rhythms
and thematic echoes create a kind of in-
An American dream and an American nightmare. cantatory effect, part prayer, part spell:
The boat he’d stepped off
BY ALEXANDRA SCHWARTZ was lying there like a sleeping giant.
Another boat was pulling in,
ready to unload many more like him.
don’t remember where I was at the symbolic significance could be lost on Maybe Jewish, maybe German
I precise moment that Lehman Broth-
ers collapsed—asleep, presumably, as the
no one.
The hundred-and-sixty-four-year his-
maybe wearing their best shoes.
And maybe trembling
as he is trembling.
firm filed for bankruptcy at 1:45 a.m. on tory that preceded that sudden end is
a Monday—but I do recall how the news presented in superb—and perhaps sus- This sophisticated production allows
hit home. It was mid-September, 2008, pect—style in “The Lehman Trilogy” (at us the humble pleasure of submitting to
the beginning of my senior year of col- the Nederlander). Written by the Ital- the power of a good story. With the help
lege; I was making my desultory way to ian playwright Stefano Massini (adapted of a black-and-white digital backdrop
a career fair, on the off chance that some into English by Ben Power) and directed and a piano soundtrack performed live,
representative from the future might set by Sam Mendes, the production began Mendes teaches his audience to see, in
my life on its mysterious course. Stu- its life at London’s National Theatre be- a single set—that sleek conference room,
dents in dark suits, who had spent the fore transferring for a brief pre-pandemic with its long table and low sofa—places
summer in the corporate chrysalis of run at the Park Avenue Armory, where as disparate as the Lehmans’ tiny Mont-
banks and consulting firms, rushed ahead. scalped tickets, following the law of sup- gomery storefront, the New York Stock
Too bad for them. There stood Lehman’s ply and demand, reportedly fetched up Exchange, and a stretch of Maryland
poster-board sign, its text crossed out to two thousand dollars. It’s good to have where the track for a firm-funded rail-
with thick black marker: a gesture whose the show back in New York, which is road will be laid. Banker’s boxes transform
into a piano, a horse-drawn carriage, and
“The Lehman Trilogy” is a fairy tale, told in superb—and perhaps suspect—style. a pair of lampposts, and, in the course
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of the play’s three acts (and three-plus word to snare its audience, asks us both
hours), the actors transform, too, into the to believe and to question the harrowing
Lehmans’ wives, sons, grandsons, and things it has to tell us. It is unlike any-
other associates, with little more than thing I’ve seen.
the simple magic of an upturned gaze, In the late nineties, when Hnath was
hunched shoulders, or a f lirtatiously a college student at N.Y.U., his mother,
flicked wrist. Dana Higginbotham, was kidnapped by
But the biggest metamorphosis is the a man she had met while working as a
firm’s. When a fire destroys the cotton psych-ward chaplain at a hospital in Flor-
crop that the Lehmans’ fabric business ida. She spent five terrifying months as
depends on, the brothers discover that his captive, hustled back and forth across
they can make more money if they serve as state lines, while he committed crimes
middlemen to the cotton industry, buying and met up with nefarious associates.
the plantations’ raw product to sell to fac- (So fearsome is the organization to which
tories up North. After the Civil War lays this man belonged that reviewers have
waste to the South, they reëstablish them- been asked not to name it.) At the time,
selves in New York as a bank, investing Hnath apparently knew nothing of what
in goods. That bank eventually becomes was happening; nearly twenty years later,
a corporation whose product is money as a playwright, he asked a friend, the
itself, with tentacles in markets across director and writer Steve Cosson, to tape
the globe and a board whose appetite for a series of interviews with his mother
wealth is signified onstage by a frenzied about her ordeal.
sequence in which the twist is danced, Hnath’s play, directed by Les Waters,
literally, to the death. is set in a motel room of sinister banal-
By the time the play comes full cir- ity; the role of Dana, a woman in her late
cle, to 2008, you might suspect, as I do, fifties with a discreet professional ward-
that “The Lehman Trilogy” is a little too robe and an air of weary, detached calm,
in love with the story that it tells so well. is performed by Deirdre O’Connell, who
When I saw the Armory production, I pulls off a titanic feat of emotional and
was struck both by the fact that the Leh- technical prowess. Although she is the
mans had established their financial em- only actor onstage, O’Connell’s part is a
pire on the backs of slaves, and by the collaboration: sitting in an armchair, a
play’s weird elision of that reality, as if pair of glasses pushed high on her head,
Mendes was reluctant to shine a harsher she lip-synchs to the real Dana’s recorded
light on the Lehmans’ bootstrap ideal- voice. (Higginbotham is credited in the
ism. That oversight has been adjusted Playbill as an integral member of the pro-
somewhat in the current script—also, in duction, as she should be.) O’Connell
a sense, in the casting of Lester, who is matches every syllable, every pause, every
Black, and who speaks some pointed dry, ironic laugh, and, as she does, she
lines about the people who “once picked gives new meaning to the word “embod-
Lehman’s cotton” and their descendants’ ied.” What we are witnessing is an act of
subsequent struggle for civil rights— possession, and ultimately of catharsis,
though no mention is made of the fact deliverance, and release. Is Dana telling
that the Lehmans themselves held slaves. the full truth of what happened to her?
Such is the problem with treating so Has Hnath, who edited the interview re-
much dense reality as fodder for a fable. cordings—the places where they were THE NEW YORKER
“The Lehman Trilogy” ends in mourn-
ing for Henry, Emanuel, and Mayer,
cut and spliced are signified with a beep—
manipulated his mother’s story? It’s im- RADIO HOUR
whose American Dream went up in possible to say. In the two decades since
smoke. By the time it did, it had lever- Dana’s escape, she has continued to work
aged and destroyed the dreams of mil- as a chaplain, now in hospice, where she
lions of other Americans: the ones whose helps people meet death without fear.
stories don’t figure here. Her interest in religion might inspire us
to see our participation in this ritual as a
own the street from “The Lehman secular act of faith. Night after night,
D Trilogy,” at the Lyceum, is another
arresting exercise in the art of storytell-
O’Connell accompanies her subject to
the darkest places a person can go, and,
ing, Lucas Hnath’s “Dana H.” The play, with the audience as her witness, returns
which uses little more than the spoken her to the world.
THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021 87
McDormand), who is caught up in the
“biological need for freedom” displayed
by student protests—and, indeed, in the
embrace of a young firebrand, Zeffirelli
(Timothée Chalamet). There’s biology
for you. Last and dandiest is Roebuck
Wright ( Jeffrey Wright), a doyen of the
Tastes and Smells department, who is
hot on the scent of cuisine gendarmique.
Or, in plain terms, fuzz grub.
Even by Anderson’s standards, the
crowd of performers is comically dense.
Supporting roles go to Elisabeth Moss,
Adrien Brody, Willem Dafoe, Saoirse
Ronan, Edward Norton, Christoph Waltz,
and Léa Seydoux. (The last two, like Jef-
frey Wright, can currently be seen in “No
Time to Die,” which seems to hail from
another planet entirely.) Such density is
THE CURRENT CINEMA a feature of the portmanteau: “Tales of
Manhattan” was loaded with Rita Hay-
WRIT LARGE
worth, Henry Fonda, Charles Laughton,
Charles Boyer, Paul Robeson, Edward G.
Robinson, and Ginger Rogers. Now, that’s
“The French Dispatch” and “Dune.” a cast. Yet something else arises from the
profusion of “The French Dispatch.”Here,
BY ANTHONY LANE we realize, is a director who is more at
ease with a flurry of pen-and-ink sketches
than with the heft of a finished portrait.
he new work from Wes Anderson, of Ennui-sur-Blasé (which I strongly He has faith in the superior expressive
T “The French Dispatch,” is a port-
manteau film. That is to say, it contains
suspect of being fictional, too); and ed-
ited by a Midwestern gent named Ar-
powers of the sketch, plus the knack of
arriving, after hard creative labor, at an
a number of narratives—in this instance, thur Howitzer, Jr. (Bill Murray), whose illusion of the artless and the weightless.
four—that are neatly packed together, motto is “No crying.” Given that the If I had to nominate a presiding spirit of
as if inside a suitcase. In truth, almost end credits of the film pay specific trib- this magazine to whom Anderson is in-
all Anderson’s movies, hitherto, have ute to Harold Ross and William Shawn, debted, I wouldn’t pick a writer at all. My
borne an air of packing; think of the and also to writers such as Mavis Gal- vote would go to Saul Steinberg.
boat in “The Life Aquatic with Steve lant, A. J. Liebling, and Lillian Ross, Exhibit A, should you wish to see
Zissou” (2004), the train carriages in one can safely state that any resem- this Steinbergian economy of wit at play,
“The Darjeeling Limited” (2007), or blance to persons living or dead, or to is one scene, or scenelet, in the jail-bound
“The Grand Budapest Hotel” (2014), publications that continue to flourish, portion of the film. Moses—a painter
with its stacks of servants and guests. is far from coincidental. incarnate, bearded and besmocked at
Elegant containment is the norm. Does Each chunk of Anderson’s movie is a his easel—faces a naked model by the
Anderson like to journey with an actual dramatization, so to speak, of an article name of Simone (Seydoux). She stands
portmanteau, plastered with old travel that is submitted to The French Dispatch. on a stool, one arm bent gracefully above
stickers and smelling richly of worn Our first reporter is Herbsaint Sazerac her head. The atmosphere is wordless
leather? I wouldn’t bet against it. (Owen Wilson), who provides a tour but not noiseless; “Shoosh,” she exclaims,
Multistory movies need something, d’horizon of Ennui-sur-Blasé, much of dismissing him as he draws too near
even if it’s only the voice of a narrator, the touring being done on a bicycle. Then with his brush. Once the session is over,
to link the various parts. In Julien Du- comes J. K. L. Berensen (Tilda Swin- she hops down, nips behind a screen,
vivier’s “Tales of Manhattan” (1942), say, ton), a vision in juicy orange. She lec- and emerges fully clothed, in uniform,
a tailcoat is handed on from one sec- tures us, through prominent teeth, on boots, and a cap. Ah, now we get it: Sim-
tion to the next. What binds together the saga of Moses Rosenthaler (Benicio one is Moses’s prison guard. We talk
“The French Dispatch” is The French Del Toro), whose roiling oils, painted airily of an artist capturing somebody’s
Dispatch, a fictional English-language during his imprisonment for homicide, likeness, or essence, but here, in a beau-
magazine. It was, we are told, founded triggered a quake in the art world. Third tiful twist, the captor is revealed as the
in 1925; produced in France, in the town in line is Lucinda Krementz (Frances captive, and the male gaze is placed under
lock and key.
Wes Anderson’s star-crammed film is structured as stories reported for a magazine. All of which is a mini-film unto it-
88 THE NEW YORKER, NOVEMBER 1, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY SETH
self, and also a loving nod, I’d guess, to having composed a manifesto, he gives it are armies, would struggle to defend
“Le Modèle,” the final chapter in the to the correspondent for The French Dis- him as a natural namer. Paul comes from
greatest of all portmanteaux, Max Ophüls’s patch. Rather than taking to the streets and Caladan, which sounds like something
“Le Plaisir” (1952). If anything, Ophüls brandishing his fervid text like a flag, she you rub onto insect bites. Many of the
clung even more tightly to his source—a proceeds to proofread it. You say you want characters are scarcely more than ana-
trio of tales by Maupassant—than An- a revolution? Check your commas first. grams: Thufir Hawat, Gurney Halleck,
derson does to this magazine. (Note to Liet Kynes. As for Duncan Idaho ( Jason
hungry pedants: The French Dispatch bears alcyon days, for anyone who lique- Momoa), he is not, as you might think,
a typeface similar, though not identical,
to the one that you are reading now.) It
H fies at the sight of Timothée Cha-
lamet. In “The French Dispatch,” he has
an official mascot of the potato indus-
try but a beefy warrior—and, in the
must be said, too, that the warmth of a wraith of a mustache and a burst of in- event, the best thing in the film. Momoa
feeling that ascends from “Le Plaisir,” surrectionary hair, and claims to be “shy seems to sense that the story is wander-
like incense, lies at a far remove from the about my new muscles.” His what? The ing dazedly hither and thither, none too
glancing coolness in which the new movie theme is maintained in “Dune,” in which fast, and needs punching awake. Hence
is encased. It would be churlish to deny Chalamet looks moony, bony, boyish, and the bracing moment at which Duncan
that “The French Dispatch” is a box of bloodlessly pale. He plays the hero, Paul pulls off his gloves and enters a fight,
delights; Wright, in particular, is a joy as Atreides, whose messianic mission, fore- bare-fisted, against impossible odds.
the sauntering hedonist. Equally, though, told in dreary dreams, may or may not Despite the presence of actors such
it would be negligent not to ask of An- be to lead an oppressed people out of as Josh Brolin, Rebecca Ferguson, and,
derson, now more than ever: What would bondage. One of Paul’s initial duties is under a mound of evil blubber, Stellan
incite him to think outside the box? to undergo tuition in single combat, al- Skarsgård, and notwithstanding the cool
Consider the upheavals that strew the though, to be honest, he doesn’t need mechanical dragonflies that people zip
movie’s third segment. Homage is being weapons training. He needs half a dozen around in, much is amiss in Villeneuve’s
paid, incontestably, to Gallant’s two-part lamb chops and a side of spinach. “Dune.” Of the emotional pressure that
account of the Parisian riots which ap- The movie is adapted from Frank he exerted in “Arrival” (2016), little re-
peared in these pages in 1968. By and Herbert’s novel of the same name, pub- mains, and such power as the new film
large, however, the chaos of that time is lished in 1965.The director is Denis Ville- does possess is grounded in simple im-
proffered onscreen in tableaux; the char- neuve, following boldly in the wake of mensity: giant redoubts, gianter space-
acters are studiously poised or, as is An- David Lynch, whose film of the book, craft, and, giantest of all, sandworms
derson’s wont, photographed head on. in 1984, turned into one of cinema’s most that plow through the desert and cry
When he presents a standoff between celebrated shipwrecks. The plot remains out to be caught by humongous early
cops and angry youths as a literal chess roughly the same. “The emperor of the birds. One’s eye is at first dazzled, then
match, with each side phoning through known universe,” whoever he may be, sated, and eventually tired by this piti-
its next move, he does so not as a reac- dispatches Paul’s father, Duke Leto less inflation of scale. And here’s the
tionary satire—a Swiftian snarl at these Atreides (Oscar Isaac), and his clan to funny bit. On the same day that “Dune”
spoiled middle-class kids—but purely as take over from the Harkonnens (a real is released in cinemas, it will also be
a jeu d’esprit. Violence is tranquillized by bunch of bruisers) on the dun-colored available, thanks to HBO Max and the
jokes. I happen to admire anyone who planet of Arrakis, there to continue the wisdom of Warner Bros., on your TV.
can keep the ruckus of existence at arm’s vital harvesting of “spice.” This, allegedly, Nice plan, guys. It’s like trying to stuff
length, for so long and in such style, but is the most valuable of all substances, for a cornfield into a cereal box.
I can well imagine other viewers, more it aids interstellar travel. But is the as-
politically hands-on, bristling with exas- signment a privilege or a trap? NEWYORKER.COM
peration, just as Zeffirelli bristles when, Even Herbert’s fans, of whom there Richard Brody blogs about movies.
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