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Emily Nussbaum 78 The Handmaids Tale.
LIFE AND LETTERS
Thomas Mallon 81 J.F.K. at one hundred.
BOOKS
84 Briey Noted
Laura Miller 88 Kei Millers Augustown.
MUSICAL EVENTS
Alex Ross 90 Two new concert halls in Germany.
POP MUSIC
Hua Hsu 92 Jlins Black Origami.
POEMS
Carrie Fountain 54 Poem Without an Image
Stephen Burt 72 Lambs Ear
COVER
Barry Blitt Ejected
DRAWINGS Jason Adam Katzenstein, Jason Patterson, Will McPhail, J. C. Duy, Emily Flake, P. S. Mueller, Amy Hwang,
Drew Dernavich, Bruce Eric Kaplan, David Sipress, Roz Chast, Alice Cheng, John OBrien, Charlie Hankin, Amy Kurzweil
SPOTS Hanna Barczyk
CONTRIBUTORS
Ian Parker (Are You My Mother?, p. 46) Rebecca Mead (The Book Monk, p. 60)
has contributed to the magazine since has been a sta writer since 1997. My
1994, and became a sta writer in 2000. Life in Middlemarch is her latest book.
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2 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
THE MAIL
YOURE FIRED! Michael Flynn. Pence is presenting
himself as a moderate, thoughtful
Evan Osnos, in his article on the ways gure, at home in the halls of Con-
that Donald Trump could be removed gress and on the international stage.
from oce, focusses on options out- He already looks and acts Presiden-
lined in the Constitution (Endgames, tial, and there is a very real possibil-
May 8th). But the example of Spiro ity that he could win in 2020. The
Agnew, the Vice- President under only way to block Trumps destruc-
Nixon, who was removed from oce tive juggernaut is for Democrats to
in 1973, suggests another possible win control of either or both houses
approach. Agnews fall was not di- of Congress.
rectly connected with the Watergate Paul Scoles
scandal but, rather, was connected New York City
with allegations of corruption during 1
his term as governor of Maryland. CHEAP EATS
Charged with that crime, he resigned
the Vice-Presidency as part of a plea I was glad to see Michael Grabells
deal. If Trump turns out to have article on Case Farms and its exploita-
gained the Presidency, in part, by tion of undocumented immigrants
coperating with Russian eorts to in slaughterhouses, but its not news
smear Hillary Clinton, that not only that slaughterhouses and construc-
might open him up to further inves- tion companies mistreat their workers
tigation in Congress, as Osnos sug- (Cut to the Bone, May 8th). In the
gests, but could also end in plea deals mid-seventies, I was a migrant worker
that take Trump, and perhaps even in the Pacic Northwest and in Cali-
Mike Pence, o the stage without ac- fornia, and we knew that the real prob-
tual impeachment or invocations of lem was greedy farmers. We also knew
the Twenty-fth Amendment. that the laws meant to restrict those
Michael H. Goldhaber farmers malfeasance had many loop-
Berkeley, Calif. holes. Grabell should place greater em-
phasis on the responsibility that the
The possibility that Trump could be modern American consumer bears for
forced out of oce isnt titillating keeping hellholes like Case Farms in
its terrifying. The Presidency is not operation. Right now, the average
a beauty pageant, where the vacated American spends about ve per cent
position goes to the rst runner-up, of her or his wages at the supermar-
nor is it a congressional seat subject ket. In 1950, when I was born, it was
to a special election. The Presidential seventeen per cent. The corporate con-
line of succession is prescribed by the trol of agriculture depresses the price
Constitution, and, if you think saying of food and the wages that farmers
President Trump is scary, try saying and farmworkers receive. If the mid-
President Pence. The Vice-President dle-class consumer were willing to pay
is a deeply religious, far-right ultra- more for quality, those of us who are
conservative, whose presence on the sustainable farmers would be able to
national stage owes primarily to his make a living.
anti-L.G.B.T. and anti-choice legis- Walter Haugen
lation in Indiana. And there is no rea- Ferndale, Wash.
son to think that he will be any less
fanatical if he assumes the Presidency.
It looks to me as though the eorts Letters should be sent with the writers name,
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THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 3
MAY 17 23, 2017
Alexei Ratmanskys new ballet for American Ballet Theatre, Whipped Cream (premiring on May 22, at the Met-
ropolitan Opera House), is an extravaganza for the eyes and ears. Dancers dressed as candies, pralines, and liqueur
bottles move to Richard Strausss decadent, swooping melodies from 1924. Their surreal world, conjured by the
artist Mark Ryden, is a blend of kitsch and Old Masterly detail. The story is slight, but, then, isnt that true of many
of the old ballets? Most of it occurs in a dream. Its a ballet ferie, Ratmansky says. Ballet in its purest form.
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARCELO GOMES
American Ballet Theatre
The season opens with a bit of skirt-swishing
gether by Michelle Dorrance, whose tap ex-ballerina Wendy Whelan, and Rainer, joined by a more up-to-date device: small drones
chops are matched by her enthusiasm for now eighty-twoeach executing a seven- that buzz around the dancers in Hello World, a
the form. She invites soloists and ensem- second segment of the work. At Danspace premire that grapples with human and techno-
logical evolution. Theres also UpEnd, a fresh
bles from across the countryand one (June 23-July 1), the results, entitled Slow collaboration between Parsons and Ephrat Ash-
duo from Tokyoto show their stu, June Dancing/Trio A, will be projected at a erie, a skilled and imaginative b-girl whose open
28-July 2. On Aug. 16-19, the Trisha Brown speed so reduced that movement is barely spirit should fit well with the companys enthusi-
astic, athletic style. (Joyce Theatre, 175 Eighth Ave.,
Dance Company pays a visit; since perceptible. at 19th St. 212-242-0800. May 16-21 and May 23.
Browns death, in March, such appear- Marina Harss Through May 28.)
Michelle Boul
Long a cherished performer, at once down-to-earth
and enigmatic, Boul has been choreographing her
own work for the past few years, pieces that strug-
gle to vivify esoteric ideas, sometimes graced by
THE THEATRE
low-key humor. Her new solo, The Monomyth,
borrows from Joseph Campbells notion of the ar-
chetypal heros journey. The hero is Boul, alone,
with disco fading in and out. (The Chocolate Fac-
tory, 5-49 49th Ave., Long Island City. 866-811-4111.
May 17-20. Through May 27.)
man St., Beacon, N.Y. 845-440-0100. May 19-21.) hypocrisy, which plays at the Polonsky Kirsten Childss 2000 portrait of a
Shakespeare Center starting June 17, young dancer trying to make it on
Tap Attack directed by Simon Godwin. Broadway; and Really Rosie (Aug. 2-5),
The American Tap Dance Foundation celebrates
National Tap Dance Day with a free outdoor event. Meanwhile, the Publics free Shake- Maurice Sendak and Carole Kings be-
Honoring the inclusive spirit of the tap tradition, speare in the Park season kicks o at loved childrens musical, serving up
the program combines students and professionals, the Delacorte on May 23, with Julius songs of chicken soup with rice and
children and elders, set pieces and improvised jam
sessions. (Hudson River Park, Christopher St. at the Caesar, directed by Oskar Eustis and alligators all around.
Hudson River. 646-230-9564. May 21.) featuring Gregg Henry (Caesar), Eliz- Michael Schulman
8 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
11 OPENINGS AND PREVIEWS
THE THEATRE
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W. 44th St. 855-801-5876. Previews begin May 18.) Goes Wrong is a bit hoary, tooan intricately hour production. (3LD Art & Technology Center,
planned fiasco in which doors slam, cues go hay- 80 Greenwich St. 800-838-3006.)
Seeing You wire, the leading lady gets knocked unconscious,
The immersive-theatre producer Randy Weiner and every inch of the musty drawing-room set
and the choreographer Ryan Heffington (known (by Nigel Hook) is destined to come crashing ALSO NOTABLE
for Sias Chandelier video) created this site-spe- down. Of course, it takes incredible skill to pull
cific piece, which transforms a former meat mar- off such bungling, and Mark Bells production Amlie Walter Kerr. Through May 21. The Antip-
ket into nineteen-forties Hoboken. (450 W. 14th nails every spit take and sight gag. (This is one of odes Pershing Square Signature Center. Band-
St. 866-811-4111. In previews.) those genres that Brits just do betteryou need stand Jacobs. Come from Away Schoenfeld. A
those plummy accents to paper over the may- Dolls House, Part 2 Golden. The Emperor Jones
Somebodys Daughter hem.) The show never tells us anything about its Irish Repertory. Through May 21. Gently Down
Chisa Hutchinsons play, from Second Stage characters, but it succeeds as pure comedic eye the Stream Public. Through May 21. The Glass
Theatre Uptown, is about an Asian-American candy. (Lyceum, 149 W. 45th St. 212-239-6200.) Menagerie Belasco. Through May 21. Ground-
teen-ager desperate for her parents attention. hog Day August Wilson. Happy Days Polonsky
(McGinn/Cazale, 2162 Broadway, at 76th St. 212- Present Laughter Shakespeare Center. Hello, Dolly! Shubert. In
246-4422. Previews begin May 23.) This harmless production of Nol Cowards 1939 & of Itself Daryl Roth. Indecent Cort. The
comedy about theatre, pretense, and lies should Little Foxes Samuel J. Friedman. Miss Saigon
The Whirligig verge on farceand does, at timesbut the di- Broadway Theatre. Mourning Becomes Electra
The New Group presents Hamish Linklaters rector, Moritz von Stuelpnagel, plays it safe when Abrons Arts Center. Through May 20. Oslo Viv-
play, directed by Scott Elliott and featuring Zosia he shouldnt. Still, there are bright spots amid ian Beaumont. Pacific Overtures Classic Stage
Mamet, Dolly Wells, and Norbert Leo Butz, the dullness, and Kevin Kline, Kristine Nielsen, Company. Six Degrees of Separation Ethel Bar-
in which divorced parents care for their ailing and Kate Burton are performers you look for- rymore. Sunset Boulevard Palace. Sweat Stu-
adult daughter as figures from her past remerge. ward to seeing again and again. Kline plays the dio 54. Vanity Fair Pearl. The View UpStairs
(Pershing Square Signature Center, 480 W. 42nd St. actor and rogue Garry Essendine; he cant re- Lynn Redgrave. Through May 21. War Paint
212-279-4200. In previews. Opens May 21.) member whos loved him, but that doesnt mat- Nederlander.
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reto Theater, Sheen Center for Thought & Culture, 18
Bleecker St. nonyc.org.)
mounted at Bard Summerscape ( July a recording on Nonesuch Records, will ton and Columbus Symphony Orchestras, leads an
28-Aug. 6), also has a political thrust. provide a x of analog-era high-tech evening of new and recent works, each reflecting
The Bard Music Festivals focus this bliss. But its new companion work, some striking facet of history. Along with John
Coriglianos guitar concerto Troubadours (fea-
year will be on Chopin (Aug. 11-20), a Crowds and Power, is based on Elias turing Sharon Isbin) and Bright Shengs Post-
composer whose erce love of his native Canettis disturbing book from 1960, a cards, the program includes world premires by
Poland was wrapped in layers of per- volume that, sadly, remains just as rel- the emerging composers Carlos Simon (Por-
trait of a Queen) and Nina C. Young (Out of
sonal and aesthetic contradiction. But evant as ever. Whose Womb Came the Ice). May 23 at 8. (Sym-
without a Chopin opera to stage, Russell Platt phony Space, Broadway at 95th St. 212-864-5400.)
RECITALS
Daniel Gortler
A week bursting with keyboard talent also includes
this fine Israeli pianist, who presents a program,
at the Jewish Museum, that surrounds a work of
Brahms (the Piano Sonata No. 3 in F Minor) with
a piece that influenced the composer (Bachs Par
tita No. 6 in E Minor) and a work that he would
influence in turn (Bergs exquisite Sonata, Op. 1).
May 18 at 7:30. (Fifth Ave. at 92nd St. 212-423-3337.)
Murray Perahia
This refined pianist turned seventy in April, but
he refuses to rest on his considerable laurels. Pera
hia will open with Bachs French Suite No. 6 in
E Majorwhich he played buoyantly on his recent
Deutsche Grammophon dbutand close with Bee
thovens Sonata No. 32 in C Minor, part of a new Calder: Hypermobility opens at the Whitney Museum on June 9.
urtext edition that he is editing. Also included are
works by Schubert (Four Impromptus, D. 935) and
Mozart. May 19 at 8. (Carnegie Hall. 212-247-7800.)
Summer Preview visitors to see the works as Calder
intendedin motion. The exhibition,
Maurizio Pollini
This Italian master pianists technique may not be as MOMA kicks o the season with the on the eighth oor, includes an exten-
effortlessly pellucid as it was in his lengthy prime, highly anticipated Robert Rauschen- sive series of related performances and
yet he remains a formidable artistand a polarizing berg: Among Friends, a retrospective demonstrations of rarely seen works.
one, toofor his keen intellect and his penetrating in
sights. Chopins music has been in his repertoire since that shines a light on the American Its also the swan song of Jay Sanders,
childhood; here, he devotes an entire program to that artists radical gift for transforming the museums rst-ever curator of
composera mix of nocturnes, ballades, and other the process of making art from a sol- performance, who is leaving to helm
works, culminating in the dramatic Sonata No. 3 in
B Minor. May 21 at 3. (Carnegie Hall. 212-247-7800.) itary act into a collective adventure. the vanguard nonprot Artists Space.
The show, which spans six decades, Opens June 9.
Brooklyn Art Song Society: New Voices includes more than two hundred and In the twilight years of nineteenth-
Michael Brofmans adventurous organization is often
at its best when advocating for new work. Its next fty works, among them such classics century Paris, the Rosicrucian critic
concert is a case in point, bringing together the sing as Monogram (1955-59), a paint- Josphin Pladan organized a series of
ers Laura Strickling, Steven Eddy, and Elisabeth splattered stued goat with a tire exhibitions, extending invitations to
Marshall to present fresh songs by the composers
Tom Cipullo, Michael Djupstrom, James Kallem around its middle, which collapsed artists of a symbolist bent across Eu-
bach, Glen Roven, and Scott Wheeler (Ben Gunn, painting and sculpture into a third rope. The Guggenheim revisits the
with words by Paul Muldoon). May 21 at 4. (Old Stone form that Rauschenberg called a scene in Mystical Symbolism: The Salon
House, 336 3rd St., Brooklyn. brooklynartsongsociety.org.)
combinethe name alone expresses de la Rose+Croix in Paris, 18921897,
Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center: a desire to bring forces together. The which includes works by such artists as
America exhibition, which was organized with Ferdinand Hodler, Georges Rouault,
This seasonending program is meant to convey a spirit
of openness and optimism characteristic of the United the Tate Modern, in London, where and Flix Vallotton, and also has a
States: a notion ideally addressed by the final work, it earned rave reviews, represents the musical element, which emphasizes
Coplands Appalachian Spring Suite. A grand muster artists collaborations with John Cage, the inuence of Erik Satie, Richard
of Society stalwarts also offers aptly congenial works
by Barber (Souvenirs), John Corigliano (Red Violin Merce Cunningham, Jasper Johns, Wagner, and other composers. Opens
Caprices), John Harbison (Songs America Loves to Yvonne Rainer, Paul Taylor, and June 30.
Sing), and William Bolcom (Three Rags for String Cy Twombly, among others. Opens John Giorno is a poet, an activist,
Quartet). May 21 at 5. (Alice Tully Hall. 212-875-5788.)
May 21. and a legendary downtownerit was
New York Philharmonic: Contact! If not for Marcel Duchamp, who he who slept for ve hours and twenty
Thanks to the personal generosity of Alan Gil knows what Alexander Calder might minutes so Andy Warhol could make
bert, EsaPekka Salonen, and others, the orches
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tras newmusic series has lived to see another year, have called the painted metal-and- his 1963 movie Sleep. The New York
with Salonen serving as adviser. The last concert of wire pieces he began making in Paris, native turns eighty on June 21, and, to
the season, at National Sawdust, uses the late Jacob in the early nineteen-thirties, which mark the occasion, his partner, the
Druckmans chamber masterwork Come Round as
an anchor for a program highlighting new and recent he thought of as performing sculp- artist Ugo Rondinone, celebrates with
works by three gifted young modernists, Sam Pluta, tures? On a visit to Calders studio, I John Giorno, an exhibition in
Eric Wubbels, and David Fulmer (Skys Acetylene). Duchamp coined the noun mobile, thirteen spaces around the city, from
Jeffrey Milarsky conducts the Philharmonic musicians
in the Wubbels piece, with Pluta sitting in on electron and the rest is art history. In Calder: Hunter College to the High Line.
ics. May 22 at 7:30. (80 N. 6th St., Brooklyn. nyphil.org.) Hypermobility, the Whitney allows Andrea K. Scott
vated my hysteria with terror and delight. hambut their kind of success eluded her. The
Lawler does that, too, with disciplined wit and artist spent her adulthood in and out of men-
Metropolitan Museum hopeless integrity. Through July 30. tal hospitals, eventually taking her own life, at
Irving Penn: Centennial the age of forty-five. This fascinating, welcome
The American photographer, whose twin tal- Jewish Museum survey aims to rescue her from the footnotes
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ents for dynamic portraiture and spartan still- Florine Stettheimer: Painting Poetry of the avant-garde. Through June 24. (Blum, 20
lifes dovetail beautifully in his fashion work, is Its a good time to take Stettheimer seriously. W. 57th St. 212-244-6055.)
perhaps best known for his six decades of con- The occasion is a retrospective of the New
tributions to Vogue. Penn, who died in 2009, York artist, poet, designer, and Jazz Age sa-
shot a hundred and sixty-five covers for the loniste. The impetus is an itch to rethink old GALLERIESCHELSEA
magazine, including the very famous image, orders of merit in art history. Its not that
from 1950, of Jean Patchett in a wide-brimmed Stettheimer, who died in 1944, at the age of Alex Katz
hat with a net veil. In the high-contrast, boldly seventy-three, needs rediscovering. She is se- As a student at Cooper Union, in 1946, Katz
geometric shot, the models hands-on-hips curely esteemedor adored, more like itfor was struggling in drawing class, so he started
stance and sidelong glance lend her a mischie- her ebulliently faux-nave paintings of party sketching people wherever he went. The pocket-
vous and distinctly modern character. This scenes and of her famous friends, and for her size results, exhibited here together for the first
extensive retrospective shows all aspects of four satirical allegories of Manhattan, which time, are an illuminating example of the contest
Penns keen approach to his medium. A suite she called Cathedrals: symbol-packed phan- between an aspiring artists attempt to capture
of portraits, from 1947-48, demonstrates his tasmagorias of Fifth Avenue, Broadway, Wall every detail of what hes seeing and the confi-
reputation-establishing trick of cornering his Street, and Art, in the collection of the Met- dent ease with which, as a mature painter, Katz
subjectsa brooding Capote, a commanding ropolitan Museum. She painted in blazing pri- came to encapsulate faces and gestures. In one
Schiaparelli, an impassive Joe Louiswith the mary colors, plus white and some accenting drawing, a pair of women and a pair of men sit
use of angled stage flats. While the photogra- black, with the odd insinuating purple. Even kibbitzing on benches in Union Square; Katz
pher was, without fail, technically virtuosic, her blues smolder. Greens are less frequent; captures all four physiognomies and expres-
he was not conceptually impeccable. The ha- zealously urbane, Stettheimer wasnt much sionsfrom a querulous, sharp-nosed woman to
giographic wall text touts his series of female for nature, except, surreally, for the glories a sympathetic, shovel-chinned manwith vig-
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nudes, from 1949-50, as images shot without of the outsized cut flowers that barge in on ilant specificity. Through June 30. (Taylor 1634,
a lens of fashion or prudery, but the cropped her indoor scenes. She painted grass yellow. 515 W. 19th St. 212-256-1669.)
compositions of white torsos are, in fact, par- She seemed an eccentric outlier to American
agons of sanitized formalism. And even the modernism, and appreciations of her often run
wall text finds it necessary to note, regarding to the campit was likely in that spirit that GALLERIESDOWNTOWN
Penns studio portraits of Africans and Pacific Andy Warhol called her his favorite artist. But
Islanders, from 1967-71, that their setup recalls what happens if, clearing our minds and look- Ivn Argote
colonialist traditions. Penn was at his best ing afresh, we recast the leading men she pic- The Parisian gallery stages a soft opening of
with fashions striking sculptural volumesa tured, notably Marcel Duchamp, in support- its lavish new building on Orchard Street
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Balenciaga sleeve or Issey Miyake staircase ing roles? Whats the drama when Stettheimer the full renovation, which will include multi-
pleatsand the personalities of the people who stars? Though Sept. 24. ple exhibition spaces and a bookstore, should
brought them to life. Through July 30. be complete by Novemberwith a commen-
surately ambitious solo show by the young
Museum of Modern Art GALLERIESUPTOWN Bogot-born, Paris-based artist, who invokes
Louise Lawler: Receptions themes of history, memory, and dislocation.
In her best-known photographs, Lawler has Wilhelm Sasnal Works on view include intricately mounted,
pictured works of art as they appear in muse- The gallery inaugurates its new headquarters multilayered text pieces made from cut paper,
ums, galleries, auction houses, storage spaces, with a show that includes politically pointed cashmere, and ephemera; cast-concrete forms
and collectors homes. A Mir co-stars with its paintings by the Polish artista canny choice, that suggest fragments of hole-punched paper;
own reflection in the glossy surface of a mu- given that the five-story town house is just a and a series of short videos about young peo-
seum bench. The floral pattern on a Limoges stones throw from Trump Tower. But the al- ple born the same day that the Berlin Wall fell.
soup tureen vies with a Pollock drip painting ways pensive Sasnal complicates simplistic But the most striking piece here is the simplest,
on a wall above it. Johnss White Flag har- readings. Paintings of Angela Merkel, Hil- so ridiculous its impossible to resist: an eight-
monizes with a monogrammed bedspread. lary Clinton, and Marine Le Pen are offset by and-a-half-foot-long aluminum sweet potato,
An auction label next to a round gold War- scenes both bucolic (birds silhouetted against clad in gold leaf. Through June 11. (Galerie Per-
hol Marilyn estimates the works value, in a cloudy sky) and sinister (protesters holding rotin, 130 Orchard St. 212-812-2902.)
1988, at between three hundred thousand and a sign that reads Choke on Your Silver Spoon
four hundred thousand dollars. Lovers of art You Fucking Nazi). Particularly striking is Mark Mothersbaugh: Myopia
dont often reflect on the interests of wealth a stark black-and-white trio of former U.N. After National Guardsmen shot and killed four
and power that enable our adventures. But if Secretaries-General seen in extreme closeup: Kent State students protesting the Vietnam War,
that consciousness is forced on us we may be Ban Ki-moon, Kofi Annan, and Kurt Wald- in 1970, a few of their despairing classmates formed
frozen mid-toggle between looking and see- heim. Through May 20. (Kern, 16 E. 55th St. the conceptual art-punk band Devo, as a vehicle
ing. The effect is rather sadistic, but also per- 212-367-9663.) for their dystopian theory of de-volution. The
haps masochistic. Lawler couldnt mock aes- group, for which Mothersbaugh sings and plays
thetic sensitivity if she didnt share it. Having Sonja Sekula keyboards, is his most famous project, and its
landed herself in a war zone between creating This career-spanning show of small works by singular aesthetica combination of sci-fi kitsch
art and objectifying it, and between belonging the little-known Swiss-born modernist con- humor and biting social satirecharacterizes his
to the art world and resenting it, Lawler capers tains nothing so dull as a series. Each bright art works as well. In this dense retrospective, some
in the crossfire. Her retrospective comes at a drawing or painting is a world of its own, in- thirty thousand postcard-size drawings, ranging
moment when an onslaught of illiberal forces vented from scratch. In the nineteen-forties, from the cartoonish to the splatter-painted, are
in the big world dwarfs intellectual wrangles Sekula experimented, in her meticulous fash- presented in plastic sleeves as a browsable, de-
in the little one of art. Who, these days, can ion, with biomorphic and Cubist abstraction; cades-spanning visual diary. Some of the images
afford the patience for mixed feelings about later, her unfettered compositions included including one in which a chair seems caught in the
the protocols of cultural institutions? Artists vibrant, washy areas and idiosyncratic glyphs. act of devouring a personappear elsewhere as
can. Some artists must. Art often serves us 7-Levels, from 1958, features a sunburst at bright, fabricated rugs. From exhilarating pho-
by exposing conflicts among our values, not its center and a doodle-like density of ink, tographs of the members of Devo performing in
to propose solutions but to tap energies of overlaid with horizontal bands of pastel color. garbage bags to colorful animated videos and mu-
truth, however partial, and beauty, however Photographs of Sekula portray her looking ra- tant My Little Pony sculptures, Mothersbaughs
fugitive; and the service is greatest when our diant in Andr Bretons New York apartment, resolute absurdism, and prolific experimentation,
worlds feel most in crisis. Charles Baudelaire, posing with a bedridden Frida Kahlo, and sit- is uplifting. Through July 15. (Grey Art Gallery, 100
the Moses of modernity, wrote, I have culti- ting between John Cage and Merce Cunning- Washington Sq. E. 212-998-6780.)
(Sandy) Alex G
Since 2010, the Philadelphia-based songwriter
Alex Giannascoli, now known as (Sandy) Alex G,
has recorded and released nearly a record a year of
vibrant, whirring guitar pop. In August, the art-
ist, primarily a solo act, surprised fans by playing
on several cuts for Frank Oceans acclaimed re-
lease Blonde, and on the accompanying visual
album, Endless. On his latest record (his eighth),
Rocket, Giannascoli pivots yet again, combining
Americana flourishes, noise collages, and breath-
less hardcore stylings. (Park Church Co-op, 129 Rus-
sell St., Brooklyn. 718-389-0854. May 18.)
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united alt-rockers Ween ( June 6-7), ute to So Paulos rock avant-garde. (Town Hall, 123
who were genre-blending and oend- Quest. Pro tip: walk there across the W. 43rd St. 212-840-2824. May 19.)
ing when most of todays ravers were R.F.K. Bridge, at 125th Street, and take
tots, and the Venezuelan dance alchemist the shuttle bus back to the mainland.
JAZZ AND STANDARDS
Arca (July 6), whose electronic sludge The biggest ticket of the summer
will bounce well o the venues black may be for Kendrick Lamar ( July 20 and Jane Ira Bloom Trio
July 23), who follows up a charged Bloom has concentrated on the soprano saxophone for
walls. There are still jams to catch at decades, judiciously using its high-pitched sonority in
long-standing haunts: Babys All Right Coachella set with two nights at Bar- the service of her own well-crafted modernist compo-
hosts Algiers ( July 22), from the far-o clays Center. He tours in support of sitions. Her gifted trio matesthe drummer Bobby
DAMN., released in April, which Previte and the bassist Mark Heliasoffer both jos-
tropic of Atlanta. The band has been tling interaction and shrewd use of space. (Corne-
honing a gripping sound that gathers earned the years best rst-week album lia Street Caf, 29 Cornelia St. 212-989-9319. May 21.)
disparate Southern modesAmericana sales and has fans still picking it apart.
Lea Salonga
ILLUSTRATION BY LORENZO GRITTI
harmonies, gospel choirs, chain-gang Lamar brings Travis Scott along for the
The first Broadway revival of the 1989 musical
chantsinto rousing protest punk. run; the pairs recent collaboration, Miss Saigon is playing just a few blocks away
If you prefer a patch of grass to the Goosebumps, is a sleeper hit as tender from this newish bastion of cabaret. Although Sa-
as it is ragingit strikes the most per- longa is indelibly associated with the role of the
pit, festival season is in full bloom. Cel- doomed Kim, which she introduced in the orig-
ebrate Brooklyn!, the free annual series, fect balance of pop precision and mind- inal London and New York productions, she has
brings Chronixx ( July 8), from Spanish less fun on the airwaves right now, and also scored points with a new generation of Dis-
in arenas this season. ney fanatics, having provided the vocals for Jas-
Town, Jamaica, to the Prospect Park mine, in Aladdin, and for Fa Mulan, in Mulan.
Bandshell; at just twenty-four, the Matthew Trammell (54 Below, 254 W. 54th St. 646-476-3551. May 15-22.)
David Lowerys A Ghost Story fuses a low-budget Halloween trope with Texas history and folklore.
residents of the school; Colin Farrell also stars; Judy Greer and Michael Cera
plays the soldier. Detroit (Aug. 4), co-star. Steven Soderberghs Logan
directed by Kathryn Bigelow, is a his- Lucky (Aug. 18) is a comedic caper
torical drama about a police raid, during about three siblings (Channing Tatum,
that citys 1967 riots, in which three Adam Driver, and Riley Keough) who
black men were killed. John Boyega, plan a robbery that will take place
Anthony Mackie, and Samira Wiley during a Nascar race.
star. The documentary Whose Streets? Richard Brody
20 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
MOVIES
1 NOW PLAYING ton (John Wayne) with his rifle held erectthe di- fore, is James Gunn, but, as the plot grinds onward,
rector Howard Hawks makes a familiar plot resound with its compound of the flimsy and the over-spec-
Bless Their Little Hearts strangely with new sexual overtones. Reworking his tacular, and as the finale grinds on forever, you sense
Billy Woodberrys only dramatic feature to date, from own 1959 classic, Rio Bravo, in which a motley crew that the genial balance of the first film has been mis-
1983, looks deeply into the life of one family in Watts of lawmen holds a prisoner in the face of an outlaw laid. When the biggest laughs arise from a small piece
and plots its crisis in three dimensions: race, money, siege, Hawks starts the story on a tragic footing. of computer-generated wood, where does a franchise
and gender. Charlie Banks (Nate Hardman), first seen Cole unintentionally kills a boy, whose sister (Mi- go next?A.L. (5/15/17) (In wide release.)
in an employment office, has been jobless for a de- chele Carey) then takes bloody revenge, shunting the
cade and does day labor when he can get it. His wife, action toward medical melodrama. As Hawkss he- Icaros: A Vision
Andais (Kaycee Moore), is the familys main support, roes endure debilitating physical and moral wounds The hallucinatory power of ayahuasca and the in-
but when its time to give their three lively and help- and display their neuroses along with their firearms, cantatory lure of rituals fuse with existential dread
ful young children their allowance, she slips the coins the jovial grandeur of the original gives way to antic in this darkly hypnotic drama. Angelina (Ana Ce-
to Charlie, for him to dole out as the nominal head of irony. The aging characters start tall and proud but cilia Stieglitz), a young American woman, travels
the household. Working with a script and cinematog- end up battered wrecksHawks shows how to be as to a rustic compound in the Peruvian Amazon to
raphy by Charles Burnett, Woodberry crafts a passion- funny as a crutchand the romantic hero turns out to take the drug under the care of shamans. Shes af-
ately pensive realismnearly every scene of action is be a poetry-spouting young dandy (James Caan) on flicted with cancer, and her hope for a cure seems
matched by a long one in which one character or an- his own vengeful mission, who scatters his buckshot secondary to her effort to face the end. Meanwhile,
other, in observant repose, looks back and sees their widely.R.B. (Museum of the Moving Image; May 20.) she befriends a young shaman (Arturo Izquierdo),
self reflected in societys mirror. Bruised by strug- whose vision is failing as his spiritual practice in-
gle, Charlie seeks comfort with a former girlfriend; Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 trudes on his private life. Arturos mother (Lurdes
Andais has it out with him in a terrifying scene of The return of the ragtag outfit that made such an Valles), an expert in plants and potions, muses that,
domestic apocalypse, a single claustrophobic ten- unexpected impression in 2014here was a Marvel with the drug, you can pass from dreams to real-
minute take in which a lifetime of frustration bursts movie that presumed, if only in fits and starts, to spear ity without leaving the dreamwhich holds true
forth.Richard Brody (IFC Center.) its own pretensions. The crew in the sequel is pretty for the movie itself. The directors, Leonor Cara-
much unchanged: Peter Quill (Chris Pratt), who is ballo and Matteo Norzi, film the outpost and its
Chuck way too goofy to deserve his title of Star-Lord; the wild surroundings with an ecstatic stillness. They
Philippe Falardeaus new film is centered on the mint-green Gamora (Zoe Saldana) and her semi-ro- capture the induced hallucinations with a visual
boxing ring, although only a fraction of it is spent botic sister (Karen Gillan); the enormous Drax (Dave imagination of rare specificity and fury, in which
in combat. The hero is Chuck Wepner (Liev Schrei- Bautista), a stranger to the social graces; a thieving pop-culture memories and exotic natural splendors
ber), who almost went the distance with Muham- and sadistic critter named Rocket (voiced by Bradley converge with personal troubles and metaphysical
mad Ali, in 1975, and never allowed anyone to for- Cooper), and Baby Groot (voiced by Vin Diesel), for- transformations.R.B. (In limited release.)
get it. We join him first in the buildup to the fight, merly a tree. New to the scene is Ego (Kurt Russell),
as he delivers liquor around Bayonne, New Jersey, whose name, it must be said, is a ready-made spoiler; La Notte
and makes life tough for his wife, Phyliss (Elisabeth he likes to flaunt his own planet in the way that other In Michelangelo Antonionis 1961 drama, the
Moss), and then in the long and painful aftermath, guys show off their sports cars. The director, as be- romantic conflicts of an intellectual couple
when he trades on his spasm of fame, gets floored by
drugs, and winds up sparring with a bear. The more
intimate the movie grows, the more awkward it can
be to watchjust look at Phyliss, joining her stray-
ing husband in a diner, where hes making nice to
his latest pickup, or at Sylvester Stallone (Morgan
Spector), offering Chuck a chance to be in Rocky
2 and seeing him screw up. The script leans too
heavily on voice-over, but theres no faulting the
period texture and the rough-edged commitment
of the performers; Schreiber nails both the bluster
and the pathos of the hapless hulk.Anthony Lane
(Reviewed in our issue of 5/15/17.) (In limited release.)
The Dinner
The firstthough not the most unlikelything that
Oren Movermans new film asks us to believe is that
Richard Gere, age sixty-seven, and Steve Coogan,
age fifty-one, could be brothers. Coogan plays Paul
Lohman, a foul-tempered history teacher, and Gere
plays Stan, a smooth-tongued congressman on the
brink of a crucial vote. Paul and his wife, Katelyn
(Rebecca Hall), on whom the smoothness clearly
grates, meet Stan and his wife, Claire (Laura Lin-
ney), for supper in the kind of upmarket restaurant
where an array of waiters processes to the table with
each course. The meal is interrupted by calls on the
politicians time, angry walkouts, memories of an
earlier trip to Gettysburg, resurgent tensions be-
tween the two couples, and flashbacks to an outrage
that involved their sonsthe nominal (if implau-
sible) reason for this pleasant occasion. The ran-
cor is relentless, and the movies moralizing, unlike
the desserts, feels doughy and overcooked; despite
the skill of the cast, you spend much of the film try-
ing to decide which of its characters most deserves
to choke on an appetizer.A.L. (In limited release.)
El Dorado
From the first scene of this 1967 Westernin which
Sheriff J. P. Harrah (Robert Mitchum) silently pen-
etrates the hotel room of the hired gun Cole Thorn-
Dance Parade and Festival it was bought by the current owner for a pit-
If you find yourself swarmed by undulating tance; the house is hoping it will attain a rec-
bodies on a downtown stroll this Saturday, ord price for the artist. An additional contem-
know that they are moving with purpose. This porary-art sale follows on May 19; sessions on
annual street festival, now in its eleventh year, May 23-24 are devoted to academic European
includes more than eighty forms of dance, art and American art. (York Ave. at 72nd St. 212-
from Armenian folk to Brazilian zouk, creat- 606-7000.) Christies showcase of postwar
ing a spectacle of sheer variety that is rooted, and contemporary trophies (May 17) is espe-
the organizers suggest, in equality, emotional cially notable for a triptych by Francis Bacon,
and physical health, and empowerment. Since Three Studies for a Portrait of George Dyer,
2007, in a cheeky sendup of New Yorks anti- once owned by the writer Roald Dahl. The tri-
quated cabaret laws, the organizers have en- partite portrait was made not long after the
listed their own New York Dance Police, who two men met at a Soho pubBacon would go
issue ticketsin the form of summonses to free on to render Dyers image countless times
and discounted dance classesto people along and has never before gone to auction. Then,
the route whom they deem too stiff. (Parade after a second day of contemporary-art sales
begins at Broadway and 21st St. and continues to (May 18), the house moves on to sales of Af-
Tompkins Square Park at St. Marks and Ave. A. rican and Oceanic art (May 19) and of Amer-
May 20 at 1 P.M.) ican and nineteenth-century academic Euro-
pean art (May 23). (20 Rockefeller Plaza, at 49th
1 St. 212-636-2000.) Peter Doigs Rosedale, a
AUCTIONS AND ANTIQUES haunting landscape reminiscent of early Klimt,
ILLUSTRATION BY PABLO AMARGO
ing dorm-cooked dinners for friends, Hill at Stone Barns helped things along. who were trained by the late Sasha Petraske, at
when celebrity came knocking, in 2015. I dont know shit about wine, Reider Milk & Honey. On a recent Sunday afternoon, cool
breezes and early-spring light poured in through
The school newspaper ran a review of the said, as he poured a delicious natural or- Mogas large casement windows, which are left
restaurant, called Pith, in Hogan Hall, ange one from the Czech Republic. open, weather permitting. (Wild nights find pa-
suite 4-B, where Reider made creative use With each dish of the eight-course trons crawling in and out of them.) Japanese surf
guitar filtered through the moody space, which is
of a toaster oven and oered fare that procession, it became clearer that every- dim in the back, even during the day. On the walls
included lamb chops and mole popcorn. thing would be all Gucci, as hed put it. are prints of revelling Japanese women from the
Overnight, Pith became one of the hot- Particularly Gucci: a pillowy yet rich nineteen-twenties, who were called moga (short
for modern girls), marked by their independent,
test reservations in town, according to spring-onion soubise with caviar; bruled Western style. Today, they serve as the bars spirit
the New York Post and the Washington squash with lemon balm (Reider: Tastes guides. No doubt one would have gladly cozied up
Post. Luckily Reider, like Team Jipom just like Froot Loops!); buttery home- to a refreshing, tropical Sleepwalk (lemongrass
shochu, yuzu, sake, coconut, ginger, lime) or an
before him, knew how to spin a story, and, made pasta with morels and pea shoots; and ethereally smooth Devils Pocket Watch (Scotch,
whats more, he knew how to cook. a awlessly seared Seattle wagyu sirloin. sweet-potato shochu, apricot liqueur, pista-
In April, Pith was reincarnated as a After some huckleberry sorbet dusted chio-cranberry maple syrup). Hospitality precedes
politicsWere mixing drinks, not saving lives,
supper series, three nights a week, in a ritzy with fennel pollen, most of the guests Torres saidbut a portion of sales from the bars
town house near the Brooklyn Navy Yard. departed, and Reider and the return cus- signature cocktail, the Moga, is donated to the
The other evening, a patron whod dined tomer contemplated all that had changed. Breast Cancer Research Foundation and the
A.C.L.U. The drink is very spirituous, comprising
in the dorm remarked on the aesthetic No more exams; far more trips to Aus- Japanese whiskey, rum, and aged plum liquora
step up, from grubby linoleum and napkins tralia bankrolled by KitchenAid. One subtle jab at the clich of the weaker sex. We
by Bounty to Hans Wegner chairs and a thing remained the same: Reider still had wanted the Moga to be a strong cocktail, a serious
drink, Torres said. We were also playing with the
wood-burning pizza oven. Yeah, Im chill- to do all the dishes. (Tasting menu, $95.) idea of creating a pink strawberry drink and calling
ing, Reider said. He still speaks under- Emma Allen it the Mobafor modern boy. Wei Tchou
COMMENT director, on the other hand, represents about her. This was patently absurd;
THE SILENT MAJORITY not only an abuse of language but an Trump had spent the fall quoting and
abuse of power. In 1976, Congress, rec- embracing Comeys criticisms. Later in
n August 7, 1974, a trio of Repub- ognizing the political sensitivity of the the week, Trump contradicted his sub-
O lican politicians made a sombre
journey from Capitol Hill to the White
F.B.I. post, set the directors term at ten
years. This act was partly intended to
ordinates explanation, telling Lester
Holt, of NBC, that he had red Comey
House. Senators Barry Goldwater and preclude lengthy tenures like J. Edgar because he was a showboat and a
Hugh Scott and Representative John Hoovers forty-seven-year reign, but also grandstander (coming from Trump,
Rhodes had dedicated their profes- to provide the director with a measure that sounded more like a projection than
sional lives to the conservative move- of independence from the incumbent like a slight) and because Comeys lead-
ment and to the electoral fortunes of Administration. The law did allow the ership had left the F.B.I. in turmoil,
the Republican Party. But, on this oc- President to remove the director, but the which it is not.
casion, they chose to put the interests prevailing norm called for this power to In fact, during the interview with Holt,
of their country ahead of the partisan be used sparingly. Before Comey, only Trump all but acknowledged that he had
concerns of the G.O.P. They had come one director had been red, in 1993, when red Comey because the director had
to level with Richard Nixon, their President Clinton dismissed William made sure that the Bureau continued
fellow-Republican and the President Sessions for ethical lapsesa decision to investigate the ties between Trumps
of the United States. The three men that generated little dissent. campaign and the eorts by the Russian
told Nixon that the wounds of Wa- On Tuesday night, when the news government and its allies to hand
tergate had nally cut too deep. His of the ring broke, Administration o- the election to him. This is exactly the
party was abandoning him. It was time cials announced that the President had kind of investigation that requires the
for the President to go. He announced acted, at least in part, because Comey, F.B.I. director to have independence;
his resignation the next day. in the course of clearing Hillary Clin- Trumps short-circuiting of the probe,
The great question in politics today ton in last years e-mail controversy, had with Comeys dismissal, is a grave abuse
is when, or whether, any Republican will made excessively harsh public comments of Presidential power. The interference
undertake a similar trip to the White in an F.B.I. investigation replicates, with
House of Donald Trump. Throughout chilling precision, another part of the
a hundred-plus days, Trump has proved Watergate story. On June 23, 1972, six
himself temperamentally and intellec- days after individuals associated with
tually unt for the Presidency. Follow- Nixons campaign broke into the Dem-
ing the lamentable campaign of 2016, ocratic National Committee headquar-
people surely had modest expectations ters, the President and his aide H. R.
for the manner in which Trump would Haldeman discussed a plan to stop an
ILLUSTRATIONS BY TOM BACHTELL
conduct himself in oce, but his bel- F.B.I. investigation into the matter. As
ligerence and his mendacity have been captured on a White House tape, Nixon
astonishing even by his standards. Still, told Haldeman that C.I.A. ocials
an undignied Twitter feed, albeit one should call the F.B.I. in and say that
that originates in the Oval Oce, is we wish for the country, dont go any
just a national embarrassment, not a further into this caseperiod! Yet
constitutional crisis. there is one important dierence be-
The ring of James Comey, the F.B.I. tween Nixons and Trumps obstruction
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 27
of the F.B.I. Nixon had the decency, or Lowell Weicker have passed from the gency. His default response to conict has
at least the deviousness, to do it in se- Washington scene; its that the obses- always been to lash out, which can be en-
cret. Trump, with characteristic brazen- sive partisanship of current leaders like tertaining on a reality-television show and
ness, is conducting his coverup in full Senator Mitch McConnell and Repre- eective in a political debate. But, as the
view of the public. sentative Paul Ryan has stunted the con- President of the United States, who com-
In 1974, the release of the June 23rd science of their entire party. Its a cer- mands a nuclear-armed military, Trump
tape, which became known as the smok- tainty that history will look unkindly is playing for incalculably higher stakes.
ing gun, was the nal goad to Goldwa- upon the moral blindness of contem- Democrats, despite their characteristic
ter and the other Republicans to cease porary Republicans. caution and fecklessness, have begun to
their defense of Nixon and to join calls Only the voters, in 2018 and beyond, speak candidly about Trump, but their
for his ouster. Trump seems almost to be will have a chance to send the kind of status as the minority party renders them
courting comparisons with Watergate, message that todays cynical G.O.P. will nearly irrelevant to Trumps fate. The
as when, last Friday, he tweeted the Nix- understand. In the meantime, the Trump Republicans alone have the power to
onian threat that Comey better hope Presidency will stagger from one crisis to impose limits on this Presidency or to
that there are no tapes of our conversa- the next. So far, to the good fortune of end it altogether. To date, however, no
tions. Trump is not oering explana- the nationand, even, the worldthe one in the leadership, or even in the
tions; hes making confessions. The com- President has had to confront disasters rank and le, has displayed the courage
parison breaks down, however, in that only of his own making, like ring Comey to live up to the example set by the hon-
the Republican response to Trumps law- and promulgating executive orders that orable Republicans of the past. Daily,
lessness has ranged from full-throated discriminate against religious and ethnic and conspicuously, Trump proves the
support to muted statements of concern minorities. But, in these perilous and un- danger of his continued service. His par-
to, mostly, silence. It is not just that mod- predictable times, its worth pausing to tys stalwarts wont be able to say that
erate Republicans (and Watergate he- consider how Trumps recklessness might they werent warned.
roes) like Senators Howard Baker and manifest itself in a national-security emer- Jerey Toobin
ON THE COUCH sional code of conduct forbids mem- to not contribute at this perilous time.
THE GOLDWATER RULE bers to publicly comment on the psyches The psychiatrist John Zinner took
of living public gures whom they have the argument further, suggesting that,
not personally examined. as doctors, who swear an oath to pro-
The ban, known as the Goldwater tect their patients, psychiatrists have an
rule, is the legacy of an embarrassing obligation to speak out about the men-
episode from 1964. That year, Fact mag- ace posed by Trumps mental health.
azine published a petition signed by Its my view that Trump has a narcis-
hen Donald Trump accused his more than a thousand psychiatrists, sistic personality disorder, Zinner said
W predecessor Barack Obama of
wiretapping him, James Comey, then
which declared that Barry Goldwater,
who was then the Republican Presi-
later. Trump is deluded and compul-
sive. He has no conscience. He said
the F.B.I. director, told colleagues that dential nominee, was psychologically that psychiatrists have a constructive
he considered Trump to be outside unt to be President. Goldwater lost role to play in advising policymakers to
the realm of normal, and even crazy. the election, but he won a libel suit add checks on the Presidents control
Many Americans share this view, but against the magazine. The bad public- over nuclear weapons. That supersedes
the professionals who are best qual- ity seriously tarnished the reputation the Goldwater rule, he said. Its an ex-
ied to make such an assessment have of the profession. istential survival issue. (There were
been forced to remain mum. More than fty years later, Trump some dissenters at the meeting. Dr. Mark
Im struggling not to discuss He- appears to be testing the limits of the Komrad, who is on the sta at Johns
Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, a psy- Goldwater rule. In March, the Wash- Hopkins Hospital and Sheppard Pratt
chiatrist named Jerrold Post said last ington, D.C., branch of the A.P.A. con- Health System, worried that overturn-
week, speaking on the phone from his vened a meeting of its members to de- ing the rule could be bad for the pro-
oce, in Bethesda, Maryland. Post, bate the rule. Post and several others fession. Were already seen as peddlers
who is the director of the political-psy- argued that, given the Presidents er- of a liberal world view, he said. If we
chology program at George Washing- ratic behavior, the organization was make pronouncements about Donald
ton Universitys Elliott School of In- infringing on its members freedom of Trump, nothing is gained. You dont
ternational Aairs, and the founder of expression. Psychiatrists, they insisted, need a doctor to tell you that the guy
the C.I.A.s Center for the Analysis of have a responsibility to serve society at on the plane with a hacking cough
Personality and Political Behavior, has large. I think theres a duty to warn, is sick.)
made a career of political-personality Post said. Serious questions have been Post is part of a push to have the
proling. However, he is also a distin- raised about the temperament and suit- A.P.A. form a commission to revisit
guished life fellow of the American ability of He-Who-Must-Not-Be- the Goldwater rule. Hell make the
Psychiatric Association, whose profes- Named. He added, It seems unethical argument to a larger audience later
28 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
this month, at the associations annual turned on, Post, who had been discuss- I almost retired after that, but I had the
meeting, in San Diego. Meanwhile, ing Saddams malignant narcissism, doggedness. Working variously as a
the Presidents sudden ring of Comey gave a less than scholarly answer: I bouncer, an enforcer, and a liquor sales-
1
presented an almost irresistible case would run right out of the oce! man, Wepner trained part time till he
study. Jane Mayer got his shot against Muhammad Ali, in
Post, when asked about the ring, 1975. I was in such good shape for the
chose his words carefully. He said he DEPT. OF ROLE MODELS Ali ght that I didnt know whether I
agreed with lay commentators that OUT-GUTTING wanted to ght him or fuck him. I hope I
Trump appeared to be trying to sup- dont embarrass you, he said to Schrei-
press the F.B.I.s investigation into his ber, who gave a cosmopolitan shrug.
campaigns ties to Russia, revealing a The way I foughtlets face it, it
patterna quickness to get rid of those wasnt the best, Wepner went on. When
who disagreed with or threatened him. I got drinking, Id pound the bar and say,
The result, Post said, would be a sy- I can lick any man in the world! But I
cophantic leadership circle afraid to huck Wepner placed his giant hand won by out-gutting guys, out-hearting
question him. He added that the man-
ner of the ring, which Comey learned
C on Liev Schreibers spine and felt a
tender spot. You gotta be careful lifting
them. Also, I fought dirty. Id throw kid-
ney shots, stick a thumb in the guys eye,
about from TV reports, displayed a weights, he said. Wincing, the actor said, head-butt him, spin him sideways, and
failure of judgment in crisis; it was I thought I had to get big to play you! hit him under the cuphe mimed a
likely to turn Comey into a danger- Nah, Wepner said, youre plenty big. wicked uppercut, and Schreiber instinc-
ous and resentful witness. Post said It was a few hours before the lm tively covered his groin. Im a lucky guy,
that it reminded him of other leaders Chuck was to premire at the Tribeca Wepner added, because I never got
he had studied, including Vladimir Film Festival, and the men were having knocked out and I still got a little left
Putin, a quintessential narcissist, lunch nearby, at Little Park. Schreiber, upstairs. And you conveyed all that. Right
whose way of handling criticism is to who co-wrote the lm, plays Wepner, now, youre one of the top three or four
eliminateliterallythe critics. After the brawny, easily bloodied boxer from actors in the world!
the Comey episode, Post said, he wor- Bayonne, New Jersey, who inspired Syl- Schreiber laughed. With the ghters,
ried that He-Who-Must-Not-Be- vester Stallone to write Rocky. The theres always a ranking.
Nameds leadership is imploding. actor, forty-nine, wore dungarees and a But,Wepner said, I did want a movie
What would Post ask Trump, if he work shirt; the ghter, seventy-eight, that would be children-friendly. Schrei-
had the opportunity to get the Presi- wore a blazer with a jaunty pocket square. ber looked startled. The lm focusses on
dent on his couch? Post cleared his Wepner earned his nickname, the Wepners womanizing and drug use, which
throat and said, Im sorry, but I think Bayonne Bleeder, in 1969, when his ght led to his serving twenty-two months in
Id better not answer that. against Sonny Liston rained blood on prison for dealing cocaine. And Wepner
The question reminded him of the the spectators. Between bites of herbed seemed delighted by the scene where
time, during a television interview, that scallops, the ghter said, I could feel my his character jumps, bare-assed, o a div-
Dan Rather asked him what he would nose breaking, hear my cheekbone crack- ing board, holding a bottle of vodka, into
do if he encountered Saddam Hussein. ing. The doctor looked at me and he a pool with three girls. How many girls
Not realizing that the microphone was wentWepner made a retching sound. will come to the movie just to see Liev
Schreibers naked ass? Liev Schreiber is
a sexual beast!
Oh, boy, Schreiber said, pushing his
Brussels sprouts aside. Here we go!
Sometimes I apologize to Chuck, be-
cause I used his life to tell a cautionary
tale of celebrity and narcissism: Be care-
ful of telling your story too much! Of
getting lost in who people think you are!
A prizeghters journey is an existential-
ist ideogram for life, and the real ght,
the real fteen rounds, occurs in the heart,
at home.
Wepner looked doubtful. He likes
to hand out a business card that com-
bines a portrait of him in his heyday
posing, sts up, wearing a Fu Man-
chu mustachewith the words Inspi-
ration for Rocky Movies and Went 15
Before this goes any further, I should let you know that I have parents. Rounds with Muhammad Ali for World
Championship; a photo of Ali on the
canvas after Wepner knocked him down;
1
O PIONEERS DEPT.
pact in one circle, purposeful life
in the other, and, at their intersection,
OFF THE MAT
assorted boxing accomplishments with generation Lululemon. Stump folded
their insignia; and, nally, the name of his hands under his chin and cocked
his current employer, Allied Beverage his head.
L.L.C. All the card lacks is Wepners O.K., so, the bigger reveal, Baim
phone number or email address. said. The next slide displayed the Lulu
During preproduction, Schreiber lemon logo, which resembles Mary Tyler
said, it was a real angle into the char hat can a brand stand for these Moores ip hairdo, along with the words
acter when I noticed that Chuck, whos
dominant in so many ways, was al
W days? Social justice is problem
atic (see Pepsis Kendall Jenner ad), and
personal impact, purposeful life, and a
slogan, This is yoga.
ways deferring to Lindathe ghters sex doesnt sell the way it used to (for Its the idea of taking yoga o the
third wife. the 2017 Pirelli calendar, the formerly mat, Baim said, banging his hand on
I love her, Wepner said simply. oiledup models went makeupfree). the table, and extending its denition.
I wanted to get away from Rocky, So last year, when Lululemon, the ath This, he added, would obviously extend
Schreiber said, but there was this thing leisure pioneer, decided that it wanted your customer base, and tap into this
we couldnt get away from, and that to be known for something bigger than overarching, massive trend that the world
was about love. Chuck does all these sumptuous yoga pants, Duke Stump, is seeing right now.
terrible things, but theres something an executive vicepresident at the com The screen showed a man diving, head
pany, interviewed dozens of advertis rst, from a tree swing into a lake. It
ing and marketing agencies. He ended looked bad for the spine.
up hiring Virtue, the inhouse creative Stump smiled.We need to be inclu
agency of Vice Media. Vice, he said the sive, he said. This needs to be aspira
other day, at the companys oces in tional in a way that invites people on
Venice, California, made us feel un their own journey to consider what it
comfortable in a really good way, and means to be yoga.
they do real better than anybody. The ad campaign that Virtue dreamed
Stump, who has a headful of wavy up stars real people, young creative types
hair and was wearing a breezy blue shirt and athletes who embody principles of
and a chunky turquoise ring, sat down yoga, but who are not yogis. One is Paris
with Spencer Baim, Virtues founder, in MooreWilliams, a British grime rapper
a conference room named Tahrir. Baim, who goes by the name P Money. (Re
who is British, and his Brooklynbased cent hit: Gunngers. Principle embod
team had recently spent four days at ied: practice of breath.)
Lululemons headquarters, in Vancou Stump said, Hes also a vegan.
ver, for an immersion that included Baim clicked to the next slide: a photo
Liev Schreiber and Chuck Wepner hours of yoga and meditation. You of Shi (Atom) Lu, a punk drummer in
should know that I only learned how China, wagging her head and scream
about him thats boyish, thats lovable, to say Namaste in the last few months, ing into a microphone. (Principle em
thats . . . innocent. thanks to you, Baim said. And then bodied: practice of selfdiscovery.)
Near the end, Wepner recalled, he lost you guys came to our oce and we got I wish I was going to this shoot,
two ghts to Victor the Wrestling Bear. you fairly drunk. Baim said.
Fresh in his memory was the Brillolike He cued up a slide show that hed de You and I both, Stump said.
fur, the beady eyes, the immense strength. signed for Stump to explain the new Lu Baim noted how many companies are
Schreiber said, Chuck and Linda come lulemon campaign to store employees. jumping on the be the best version of
to the set the day Im ghting the bear, The logos of CocaCola, Nike, and Apple yourself bandwagon, whether they have
and Chuck tells me, Liev, try and spin appeared on a screen, paired with de a right to say it or not. He added, Very
the bear so you get clear of his paws. Oh, scriptions of what each stood for and few brands can say, This is yoga.
and dont hit him in the nosethats a their respective slogans (Apple: selfex The answer always lies within,
very sensitive spot. Finally, I say, You pression, individuality, Think dierent ). Stump said, his voice grave. Were ac
know Im not really ghting the bear, Were not saying those brands arent tually giving yoga the biggest hug of its
Chuck, right? You understand the insur greatobviously, they are, Baim said. life. He spread his arms wide.
ance company would never let me in the (Stump used to be a vicepresident at Baim: Youre taking the word back.
ring with an actual bear? Chuck had the Nike.) But they all represented a mo Stump: Yeah!
most disappointed look Ive ever seen. ment in time. Now youve got this de Baim: Youre regaining control of
He would have fought the bear that day. sire for a personal journeyI want to that conversation, and youre dening it
Nah, Wepner said. You cant beat nd myself, I want to be someone spe the way it should be dened.
the bear. cial. That is really fucking hard. After the meeting, Baim was plan
Tad Friend Next, a Venn diagram: personal im ning to drop by a photo shoot that was
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 31
in progress on a nearby beach. Youre But he needed help. In workshops, Carol, were in the program! Showal-
perfectly dressed, man, Stump said, he polled the actors about how they ter said, as they took their seats in Row E.
smirking. Baim was wearing black jeans imagined Noras single life. Everyone After the show, they got dinner at
and a white button-down shirt. assumed the worst: prostitution, debt- Joe Allen and discussed. Tremendous!
I went for a run this morning after ors prison. So Hnath went in the op- Showalter said. I thought it was going
drinking, like, ve glasses of wine on posite direction, making her a success- to be Helmer vs. Helmer. Among the
the plane, Baim said, defensive. And ful author. He researched nineteenth- questions they had received from Hnath:
1
I meditated! century Norwegian divorce law and read Could Nora be sympathetic if she had
Sheila Marikar books such as Ibsen: The Dramaturgy left her children? I thought that the
of Fear and Marriage, a History. Still, audience reaction tonight said No,
HE SAID, SHE SAID he said, as a man, he worried. I won- Gilligan saidthe crowd had cheered
DIAL-A-FEMINIST dered, Am I missing something? for Noras daughter during a heated
Thats when his producer, Scott exchange. In her research following
Rudin, proposed a playwriting method Roe v. Wade, Gilligan had interviewed
you might call dial-a-feminist. Hnath pregnant women who were consider-
reached out to several academics, in- ing abortion. The word selsh kept
cluding Susan Brantly, who teaches coming up, she said. There was this
Scandinavian literature at the Univer- notion that the good woman is seless.
A woman cannot be herself in the
society of the present day, which is
sity of Wisconsin-Madison, and Toril
Moi, an Ibsen scholar at Duke and
So, according to that, Noras a bad
woman.
an exclusively masculine society, Hen- the author of Sexual / Textual Poli- Showalter had advised Hnath to read
rik Ibsen wrote in 1878, proving himself, tics: Feminist Literary Theory. In one up on Charlotte Perkins Gilman, who,
in 2017 parlance, to be a woke bae. He draft, Nora argued that she left be- in the late nineteenth century, left her
was writing about A Dolls House, his cause it was better for the children; husband and child. Her daughter lived
proto-feminist masterwork, which con- Moi wrote to Hnath, You could get to be ninety-three years old and was still
cludes with Nora Helmer, a restive Nor- some traction here by enforcing the bitter, she said. Ibsen didnt consider
wegian housewife, walking out on her idea that not all women are made to A Dolls House a feminist play, but its
husband, Torvald. The play ends with a impact was seismic. In England, women
slamming door, one of dramatic litera- said their lives were changed forever,
tures greatest clihangers. Showalter said. Eleanor MarxMarxs
Enter the playwright Lucas Hnath, daughterlearned Norwegian to trans-
who has, fourteen decades later, written late the play.
a sequel. In A Dolls House, Part 2, Gilligan had helped Hnath ne-tune
which has been nominated for eight Noras relationship with her childrens
Tony Awards, Nora (played by Laurie nanny, Anne Marie. Its a very intense
Metcalf ) returns fteen years later, hav- issue within feminism today, where a
ing written a popular anti-marriage novel lot of women are able to pursue the life
under a nom de plume. Its something they want because they hire nannies,
Id been threatening to do for a while, she said. (Ivanka Trump is Exhibit A.)
to write a sequel to A Dolls House, She began making a point about Na-
Hnath, a thirty-seven-year-old with Jim thaniel Hawthorne, and became so ex-
Morrison hair, said recently. Theres cited that she knocked her Pinot Noir
something about just saying that that into her meat loaf. The new play, she
sounded so audacious. continued, came very close at the end
Hnath grew up near Orlando and to the transformative feminist vision,
read the play in high school. His mother which, interestingly enough, is part of
bore some resemblance to Nora: she was Laurie Metcalf as Nora Helmer nineteenth-century utopian thinking.
divorced and, as an ordained minister, I am very much a nineteenth-cen-
was a woman in a mans world. After be mothers.This point of view is still tury utopian feminist! Showalter said.
moving to New York, Hnath saw an shocking to some feminists. How did they feel about a man writ-
avant-garde production in which Nora The other night, two of Hnaths con- ing A Dolls House, Part 2? The irony
had a lizard tail. I came out of that think- sultants caught the show, at the Golden is that the most famous feminist heroine
ing, That was a terrible production, but Theatre. They were the New York Uni- in the theatre, arguably, was written by a
that plays kind of good, he recalled. In versity psychologist Carol Gilligan, best man, Showalter said. There are aspects
2014, while travelling through Croatia known for her research on female moral of the Nora that weve inherited that
by bus, he copied a bad translation onto development (In a Dierent Voice), are ltered through a male consciousness.
his laptop and began writing his own and the Princeton literary theorist Elaine There just are. But women get a crack at
adaptation. By the time I got to the end Showalter, who coined the term gyn- it because they get to perform it.
of it, I felt the need to keep going. ocritics (Toward a Feminist Poetics). Michael Schulman
32 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
tenor saxophone, Dexter Gordon gaz-
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS ing through a cloud of cigarette smoke,
Charlie Haden plucking a bass with
KIND OF NEW
back-bent intensity. This was the rst
time Salvant had been booked at the
clubfor jazz musicians, a sign that
Ccile McLorin Salvant gives old songs a fresh voice. theyd made it and a test of whether
theyd go much farther. She seemed
BY FRED KAPLAN very happy to be there.
The set opened with Irving Berlins
Lets Face the Music and Dance, and
it was clear right away that the hype
was justied. She sang with perfect
intonation, elastic rhythm, an operatic
range from thick lows to silky highs.
She had emotional range, too, inhab-
iting dierent personas in the course
of a song, sometimes even a phrase
delivering the lyrics in a faithful spirit
while also commenting on them, min-
ing them for unexpected drama and
wit. Throughout the set, she ventured
from the standard repertoire into o-
the-beaten-path stu like Bessie Smiths
Sam Jones Blues, a funny, rowdy re-
buke to a misbehaving husband, and
Somehow I Never Could Believe, a
song from Street Scene, an obscure
opera by Kurt Weill and Langston
Hughes. She unfolded Weills tune, over
ten minutes, as the saga of an entire
life: a childs promise of bright days
ahead, a love that blossoms and fades,
babies who wrap a ring around a rosy
and then move away. When she sang,
It looks like something awful hap-
pens / in the kitchens / where women
wash their dishes, her plaintive phras-
ing transformed a description of do-
mestic obligation into genuine tragedy.
A hush washed over the room.
n a Thursday evening a few months lowing, winning a Grammy and sev- Wynton Marsalis, who has twice
O ago, a long line snaked along Sev-
enth Avenue, outside the Village Van-
eral awards from critics, who praised
her singing as singularly arresting and
hired Salvant to tour with his Jazz at
Lincoln Center Orchestra, told me,
guard, a cramped basement night club artistry of the highest class. You get a singer like this once in a
in Greenwich Village that jazz fans re- She and her trioa pianist, a bass- generation or two. Salvant might not
gard as a temple. The eight-thirty set ist, and a drummer, all men in their have reached this peak just yet, he said.
was sold out, as were the ten-thirty set early thirtiesemerged from the dress- But, he added, could Michael Jordan
and nearly all the other shows that ing lounge and took their places on a do all he would do in his third year?
week. The people descending the clubs lit-up stage: the men in sharp suits, No, but you could tell what he was
narrow steps had come to hear a twenty- Salvant wearing a gold-colored Issey going to do. Cciles the same way.
seven-year-old singer named Ccile Miyake dress, enormous pink-framed
McLorin Salvant. In its sixty years as
a jazz club, the Vanguard has headlined
few women and fewer singers of either
glasses, and a wide, easy smile. She nod-
ded to the crowd and took a few glances
at the walls, which were crammed with
Iat all.tukes
was only because of a series of
that she became a jazz singer
Ccile Sophie McLorin Salvant
gender. But Salvant, virtually unknown photographs of jazz icons who had was born in Miami on August 28, 1989.
two years earlier, had built an avid fol- played there: Sonny Rollins cradling a She began piano lessons at four and
joined a local choir at eight, all the
Wynton Marsalis said, You get a singer like this once in a generation or two. while taking in the music that her
34 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 PHOTOGRAPH BY RICHARD BURBRIDGE
mother played on the stereoclassi- Saint-Tropez, very arrogant, politically
cal, jazz, pop, folk, Latin, Senegalese. on the right. I had nothing to say to
At ten, she saw Charlotte Church, a those people. So I gured the jazz de-
pop-culture phenomenon just a few partment would be like a good hobbya
years older, singing opera on a TV place to make friends, like going to a
show. This girl was making people community-theatre class.
cry with her singing, Salvant recalled, Soon, Bonnel formed a band for Sal-
sitting in her apartment, a walkup on vanthe played piano, other students
a block of brownstones in Harlem. I played bass and guitarand, within three
was attracted by how she could tap months, booked their rst gig, at a local
into emotions like that. I said, I want music hall. He also began putting Sal-
to do that, too. vant through a crash course in jazz his-
She grew up in a French-speaking tory. He gave me recordings, twenty
household: her father, a doctor, is Hai- CDs at a time, which I played again and
tian, and her mother, who heads an el- again, she said. He started her with Ella
ementary school, is French. At eigh- Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, and Billie
teen, Ccile decided that she wanted Holidayall of their albums, not just
to live in France, so she enrolled at the the ones her mother had played. Then
Darius Milhaud Conservatory, in Aix- came the early blues singers. I listened
en-Provence, and at a nearby prep to Bessie Smiths complete recordings
school that oered courses in political non-stop, all day, she said. I hated them
science and law. Her mother, who came at rst, but eventually fell in love with
along to help her get settled, saw a list- her world. These songs were amazing.
ing for a class in jazz singing and sug- She sang about sex and food and sav-
gested that Ccile sign up. ages and the Devil and Hell and really
I said, O.K., whatever, Ccile exciting things you dont hear on Ella
told me. I was passivesuper pas- Fitzgerald Sings the Cole Porter Song-
sive. At an audition for the class, she book. I thought, This is great! All these
sang Misty, which she knew from a great stories! Id heard torch songs by
Sarah Vaughan album that her mother Dinah Washington about Ill wait for
often played. After she nished, the you forever. But heres Bessie Smith sing-
teacher, whod been accompanying ing, You come around after you been
on piano, asked her to improvise. gone a year? Goodbye! It was empow-
She didnt know what that meant, nor ering. She went on to albums by later
did she care. I didnt want to get into singers who fused jazz standards with
his class anyway, she recalled. I had earthy blues, especially Abbey Lincoln,
poli-sci, law, classical voiceI didnt who brought political consciousness and
have time. dissonant note-bending to the saloon-
But the teacher, a jazz musician song tradition. After coming from Sarah
named Jean-Franois Bonnel, was as- Vaughan, Abbey Lincoln felt harsh and
tonished by her singing. Ccile was a little depressing, too edgy and cold,
something else, he wrote to me in an Salvant said. I slowly began to love that
e-mail. She already had everything edge, and went through a period when
the right time, the sense of rhythm, the I didnt like Sarah Vaughan because she
right intonation, an incredible Sarah didnt have that edge.
Vaughan type of voicea pure bel Toward the end of that year, Bonnel
canto, with exceptional range and pre- and Salvant were driving back from a
cision. Two days later, Bonnel ran into jazz festival in Ascona, Switzerland. On
her on the street and told her that hed the road, just for fun, he remembers,
come ring her doorbell until she signed she did impressions of the great jazz
up for his class. I always obeyed my singersVaughan, Fitzgerald, Holiday,
parents and my teachers, Salvant re- Carmen McRae. It was incredible, he
called, with a laugh. She enrolled, and told me. She mimicked not only the
found that she liked it. There were all sound of their voices but also their phras-
these cool people with dreads and cig- ings, rhythms, breaths. Bonnels next
arettes, she said. It was very dierent task was to prod her into nding her
from the classical-music program, with own way with this material. In class, he
these precious girls, or the poli-sci told her to focus on the piano, molding
school, which was full of rich kids from the songs harmonies into her ngers
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 35
and improvising new melodies on top warm, smart, and funny, but also re- was twenty-one and completely un-
of them. served and nervous, her voice more known in her own country.
At this point, she wasnt intent on nasal than smoky. As she tells it, she is As she faced the crowd, she seemed
becoming a jazz singer. She had kept not a natural performer. The rst year tentative. Ben Ratli wrote in the Times
studying classical voice, and performed I sang before audiences, I closed my that she looked like an English teacher
a few Baroque recitals in small churches. eyes the whole time, she said. After a wearing a sensible black dress with ma-
The reason I turned to jazz was the while, I gave myself a challenge: try to genta ballet ats and stared inquisi-
gigs were coming in, she said matter- look at people for a nanosecond, catch tively at the house: really stared, as in
of-factly. If more gigs had come in their eyessee if I melt. As Salvants its not polite to stare. Her mother,
with Baroque, Id have tried to do both. mother watched her career develop, she who was in the audience, heard people
She recorded an album, called Ccile, was eager to see her succeed but didnt laughing. They were saying, Whos
with Bonnels band, and by 2010 she want to push her toward a life as a pro- she? and Shes not glamorous, she re-
was singing throughout Europe. She fessional musician. I never thought she called. I thought, Oh, no, why did I
gured that shed give her jazz career would go where she is now, Lna Mc- put her through this?
three years to take o. She was twenty, Lorin Salvant, a tall, assertive woman Salvant launched into Bernies
young enough that, if things didnt work who speaks with a pronounced French Tune, a cool-bop anthem by Gerry
out, she could go back to school and accent, says. Shes an intellectual. I Mulligan, followed by Monks Mood,
try something elsemaybe history or thought she would go into academics. a knotty melody by Thelonious Monk,
literature or law. Still, while Salvant was in school, her and Take It Right Back, a raucous
mother became interested in the Thelo- Bessie Smith blues. She had people
ne afternoon, Salvant and I went nious Monk competition, which is held eating out of her handit was ridic-
O out for lunch around the corner
from her apartment, at a small, brick-
annuallythe closest thing that the com-
mercially modest jazz industry has to
ulous, Al Pryor, the A. & R. chief at
Mack Avenue Records, who was also
walled place called Il Cae Latte, on American Idol. Each year highlights a in the house, recalled. I knew that I
Malcolm X Boulevard. Salvant, stir- dierent instrument, and in 2010 it would had to sign her up. Rodney Whitaker,
ring an iced coee, seemed unaccus- be a singing competition. Lna insisted the bassist hired for the rhythm sec-
tomed to being out in the middle of that Ccile record an audition disk. tion that accompanied the contestants,
the day. When shes not on the road, Ccile is very malleable, shes very open, knew she was going to win even during
she maintains a scholarly routine. Ill and I take advantage of that, Lna told the pre-show rehearsal. Id never met
listen for an hour to a record of some- me. I told her the contest would be a anyone that young whod gured out
one soloing, and Ill sing along, impro- good experience. how to channel the whole history of
vising, she said. Ive been listening to Ccile sent in a disk just before the jazz singing and who had her own thing,
Benny Golson, Coleman Hawkins, deadline, and she was chosen as one of too, he later told me. She and two
Oscar Peterson, Sonny Rollins. When twelve seminalists, out of two hun- other women made it into the nals.
you listen to a solo a lot, its like youre dred and thirty-seven applicants. In The next day, after a second round of
trying to get in a persons brain. Why October, she was own to Washington, competition, at the Kennedy Center,
did Coltrane do this instead of that? D.C., for the rst phase of the contest, Salvant was declared the winner.
Onstage, Salvant projects condence before a live audience, at the National Afterward, she ew back to France
and subtle theatricality; ostage, shes Museum of the American Indian. She to nish her law courses, but she quickly
realized that New York was where a jazz
singer needed to be. Pryor oered her a
contract. So did Ed Arrendell, a prom-
inent talent manager. In early 2012, she
moved to Manhattan, on her own for
the rst time. My concern was: How
can I deal with the solitude of a creative
life style? she told me. Id been used to
being a good studentget good grades,
follow whatever structure Im in. Now it
was the idea of letting all that go, work-
ing from homewhat a nightmare!
Unnerved, she did what she was ac-
customed to doing: she enrolled in
classes on composition and music the-
ory at the New School, in Greenwich Vil-
lage. But Arrendell was eager to jump-
start her career. He sent her some names
of pianists she might enjoy singing
O.K., everyone, a few important safety announcements. with. She particularly liked a YouTube
video of a pianist named Aaron Diehl
playing Fats Wallers Vipers Drag
precise, soulful, and joyous all at once.
It was exciting to see somebody play
Fats Waller with a fresh take yet very
much in the spirit of the music, she
said. Id been trying to do this for
yearstake something old and make
it yours but still authenticand here
was someone whod gured it out. She
called him, and they met. He was very
versatile, very serious, and didnt seem
to be an asshole, she recalled. Those
were the boxes I checked o.
Their rst gig was at the Kennedy
Center. More gigs followed, with Sal-
vant fronting Diehls trio (including
Paul Sikivie on bass and Lawrence
Leathers on drums), and the musicians
coalesced into a working band, on the
road three weeks out of every month.
She also recorded an album, called
WomanChild, for Mack Avenue,
which received a Grammy nomination
for Best Jazz Vocal Album. (Her next
album, For One to Love, won the
award.) Meanwhile, she unked her
composition course at the New School
because she had an out-of-town gig on
exam day. She dropped out, no longer
needing the academic structure.
HAS A QUESTION
ence. Ive never been great with small
spaces, and the climate is far from ideal.
As you know, Im used to more of a
BY SUSANNA FOGEL tropical environment: warm and wet.
God, that sounded disgusting. Im not
Dear that mean I have temporarily ceased trying to be disgusting. Im just stat-
Wait, O.K., how do I address this to exist? ing the facts about your ovaries, not
letter? Who are you now, exactly, in re- As you can tell, Im freaking the fuck body-shaming you. I would never do
lation to me? Because I was part of you out in here. thatI have so much respect for
for thirty-ve years, right? We were Not that thats your problem! Do women. Obviously. I was inside one
one. So does that mean Im addressing your thing. I just gured Id touch base for thirty-ve years. Not like that! Well,
this letter to myself ? No, because I live to see whether you had a sense of a actually, sort of. God, everything I say
in a freezer now, with a dozen of your time frame for all this. Like, if you sounds disgusting. And confusing. Ill
other eggs, and you dont. So I guess had to predict how long youll be keep- wrap this up.
you are a you now, and I am a me. ing me on ice, what would you say? So, yeah, just respond at your lei-
But am I still thirty-ve, like you? Will Just a guesstimate is ne. Because I sure. I hope it wont be too long, but,
I continue to be thirty-ve until you remember that time when you and againits not about me. You go, girl!
defrost me? And if were going with your two best friends went up to that Ill be ne in here.
that theory for a secondand I have cabin for Beccas thirtieth birthday, Just circle back to me sooner rather
LUCI GUTIRREZ
temporarily stopped aging for the du- and, after rewatching all ve seasons than later, if you can. And happy Val-
ration of the time that I am in this of Friday Night Lights and lament- entines Day.
freezer, and am therefore currently in ing the fact that youd never have hus- Sincerely,
a state of suspended animationdoes bands like Coach Taylor, you prom- ?????
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 39
struction boom of the mid-nineties. In
ANNALS OF EDUCATION 2010, they applied for permanent resi-
dency, but a year later they still hadnt
AMERICAN STUDIES
received a response.
I dont know what to tell you, sweetie,
the receptionist said. It probably has to
How undocumented immigrant students pursue a college education. do with that.
Ashley and Melissa didnt know it, but
BY JONATHAN BLITZER the year before, the Georgia Board of Re-
gents, which oversees the university sys-
tem, had instituted a policy barring un-
documented students from the states top
ve public schools. Georgia had thirty-ve
public colleges, serving about three hun-
dred and ten thousand students, of whom
some ve hundred were undocumented;
only twenty-nine undocumented students
were enrolled at the top ve schools. Nev-
ertheless, the state legislature wanted the
Board of Regents to send a message. As
a state senators spokesman said, We cant
aord to have illegal immigrants taking
a taxpayer-subsidized spot in our col-
leges. Two other statesSouth Carolina
and Alabamaban undocumented stu-
dents from public universities.
Each year, about three thousand un-
documented students graduate from high
school in Georgia, but their opportuni-
ties for college are severely limited. At
the public universities theyre still allowed
to attend, they must pay out-of-state tu-
ition, more than double what state resi-
dents pay. To matriculate at private col-
leges, they have to apply as international
students, and often that doesnt allow
them to qualify for the nancial aid they
may need. Many of them have given up
In Georgia, undocumented students are barred from the states top public schools. on applying altogether.
I always just lived my life normally,
elissa and Ashley, identical twins As soon as they started lling out the until I tried to do stu and couldnt,
M from Georgia, shared a bedroom
while growing up. They had the same
application online, however, they encoun-
tered a problem. The second page of the
Melissa told me. She and Ashley are
short, with round faces and dark eyes,
best friend, took classes together in high Web site wouldnt load. and have a laid-back manner that often
school, and dreamed of becoming art- Ashley called the universitys admis- tips into reserve, except when they talk
ists in their own collective. Were like sions oce to see if the site had crashed. about their situation, which they do in
two dierent people with one brain, The receptionist, who spoke in a treacly chatty, almost lighthearted tones. The
Melissa liked to say. drawl, directed her to a question on the college application was like the drivers
In the spring of 2011, during their ju- rst page, which asked if the applicant license they couldnt get, or the work per-
nior year, they decided to apply to col- was a United States citizen. mit for which they didnt qualify. The
lege in their usual wayin tandem. The It should say yesis that what you twins were used to improvising, and they
University of Georgia, in Athens, the put? she asked. decided to delay applying until their legal
states agship university, was their rst Were sort of in limbo at the mo- status was claried.
choice. All my life, I knew I wanted to ment, Ashley replied. When the twins On a winter day midway through the
go to college, even before I understood were six years old, they moved from girls senior year, their parents received a
what that would entail, Ashley said. My Mexico with their parents and older sis- letter from the U.S. Citizenship and Im-
parents didnt go to college, so they didnt ter to the suburbs of Atlanta. Victor and migration Services, telling them, with-
know how to navigate all this. We had Vernica, their father and mother, came out explanation, that their residency ap-
to gure out the process for ourselves. to Georgia legally to work in the con- plication had been denied. In the next
40 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 ILLUSTRATION BY OLIVER MUNDAY
several hours, huddled in the living room, students from Georgia to institutions in We had to internalize that as teachers.
the family made a plan. Melissa and Ash- other states. Among the last schools to Their authority assumed a dierent cast.
ley would graduate from high school; desegregate were the ve universities that As Jon Hale, a historian at the College of
then the family would decide whether now barred undocumented students. I Charleston and a scholar of the freedom-
to stay in the country illegally or leave see history repeating itself here, Erroll school movement, said, Theres always
for Mexico. Davis, a former chancellor of the state this question of who has more knowl-
An order of deportation came in the university system and superintendent of edge. The teachers may know more about
mail a few weeks later. In an apparent error, Atlantas public schools, told the local a particular subject, but they dont nec-
it was addressed only to their older sister, press. Davis had implemented the 2010 essarily have the relevant life experience.
Melanie. The letter told her to leave the ban, but he said that he had little choice Levy saw his role as encouraging stu-
U.S. by June 15, 2012. Unsure what to do, in the matter. Republican state legislators dents to become leaders, rather than as
the family waited, hoping that Melanie had threatened to pass an even harsher imposing a set curriculum. Wed ask, If
had been singled out by mistake. Then, on measure if the board failed to act. Refer- your goal is to ght segregation, what
the day she was supposed to leave, Presi- ring to his former students in the public do you want that white society hasand
dent Obama announced that he was issu- schools, Davis said to me, All told, you what dont you want? Students requested
ing an executive order called Deferred Ac- spend over a hundred thousand dollars specic courses of study, performed plays,
tion for Childhood Arrivals (DACA), which on them, and then you tell them they and published their own newspapers;
suspended the deportations of young peo- cant go to college in Georgia? after classes, they organized sit-ins. They
ple who had come to the U.S. as children. In the nineteen-fties and sixties, de- were all told at school in Meridian that
Melissa, Ashley, and Melanie would be al- spite the Supreme Courts decision in they would be suspended if they were
lowed to stay, for the time being, but their Brown v. Board of Education, school sys- caught at a freedom school, but they
parents position had not changed. tems remained segregated, and black in- came anyway, Levy said.
Around that time, Vernica saw a stitutions were drastically underfunded.
post on a friends Facebook page that Between 1954 and 1965, black children
mentioned Freedom University, in Ath-
ens, minutes away from the University
in Mississippi made up fty-seven per
cent of school-aged students, but received
Iingnstudent
April, 2011, seven undocumented
activists were arrested for block-
trac on Martin Luther King, Jr.,
of Georgia. It was a school for undoc- only thirteen per cent of the states spend- Boulevard in Atlanta while protesting
umented students who had been shut ing on education. Throughout the South, the Board of Regents policy. John Lewis,
out of the public universities, oering civil-rights activists created informal in- the local United States representative
free college-level instruction once a week. stitutions, called freedom schools, to ed- and a veteran of the civil-rights move-
The schools exact location was secret, ucate and organize students in desper- ment, encouraged the protesters. I was
because Ku Klux Klansmen had threat- ate need of academic support. beaten, left bloody, but I didnt give up,
ened to break up classes and alert im- In Prince Edward County, Virginia, he told them. And you must not give up.
migration authorities. The schools in 1959, the local government shut down Four humanities professors at the
scrappy unconventionality attracted Ash- the public-school system in order to re- University of GeorgiaLorgia Garca-
ley and Melissa; their friends were pre- sist integration. Freedom schools, also Pea, Pamela Voekel, Betina Kaplan,
paring for college, and the twins were called training centers, sprang up in store- and Bethany Moretonwanted to help
restless to get on with their own educa- fronts, back yards, and church basements. ght the ban. They contacted the lead-
tions. They lled out applications on the They educated roughly six hundred and ers of a group in Atlanta called the Geor-
schools Web site and submitted short fty black students, providing them with gia Undocumented Youth Alliance. At
personal statements about why they courses in black history, the arts, and the time, GUYA was focussed on the ar-
wanted to attend. Soon afterward, they current events. In 1961, activists in Mc- duous work of ghting individual de-
were accepted, and received e-mails Comb, Mississippi, founded Nonviolent portation orders. One member told me,
with the address and their class sched- Highwhich held classes at an oce Out of eleven hundred deportations a
ules. One Sunday morning in August, of the Student Nonviolent Coordinat- day, we could stop maybe one or two a
Vernica drove Melissa and Ashley an ing Committeeso that a hundred stu- month. Having the support of profes-
hour east for their rst day at Freedom dents who had been expelled from pub- sors from the states most prestigious
University. In the car, they chatted ner- lic school for protesting segregation could public university was both a validation
vously about what awaited them. Who study algebra, English, physics, geome- and an opportunity.
gets undocumented students all to- try, and French. That summer, the professors met with
gether? Melissa remembered thinking. Many of the teachers at freedom some guya representatives in a seminar
This almost sounds like a setup. schools were white college students from room at the universitys Spanish depart-
the Northeast. In 1964, during the Free- ment. Keish Kim, a bespectacled nine-
he University of Georgia, in Ath- dom Summer voter-registration drive, teen-year-old from Korea, told the group,
T ens, did not accept black students
until 1961. The following year, in an eort
Mark Levy came from Queens College,
in New York, to work at a school in Me-
What we really want is to be able to be
students.The state has stripped that iden-
to maintain segregation, the state spent ridian, Mississippi. Many of us wouldnt tity from us. Another activist, a nine-
four hundred and fty thousand dollars know how to survive down there, but teen-year-old named Gustavo Madrigal,
on grants and scholarships to send black these kids were survivors, he told me. had graduated from high school two
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 41
years earlier and begun working four we started keying in on immigrants the pre-colonial Americas. There was
jobs, each paying less than minimum rights, she told me. The stories of de- such excitement that students were prac-
wage, to save up for out-of-state tuition portations that broke up immigrant fam- tically talking over each other, she told
at the University of Georgia. The ban ilies reminded her of how families had me. Youd ask a question and it was like
blindsided him. The premise of the been split during slavery. When she heard getting hit by a wall. There were classes
Board of Regents policy was that we about Freedom University, she oered on racial identity in America and on se-
were taking someone elses place and the Economic Justice Coalition as a clear- miotics and literature, and eventually
doing nothing with it, he said. That ing house for donations, since it was al- there was a debate team.
struck him as ironic: because of the out- ready established as a nonprot. She also As the lecture went on, the twins ex-
of-state-tuition law, he was actually sub- helped raise money for gas cards and en- changed furtive glances. In high school,
sidizing the cost of college listed volunteer drivers. Pa- thered be a slide show, and youd take
for state residents. He also mela Voekel told me that practice tests, Melissa said. Then youd
resented the insinuation they needed a network of have the real test and see how well you
about his scholastic ambi- people who could arrange knew the material the teacher had just
tion. We needed the rigor door-to-door pickup. They given you. Her A.P. American-history
of a college class, because modelled their system on class had been a rote recapitulation of
thats where we wanted to one developed during the American achievements, whereas Voekel
be. The group agreed that Montgomery bus boycott, encouraged the students to question ev-
the professors had a role to in 1955 and 1956. erything theyd heard in school. It wasnt
play as educators, and to- In August, the found- her saying, Hernn Corts discovered
gether they decided to start ers held a rally at the Uni- the savages, Melissa said. These ex-
a freedom school to help ll the aca- versity of Georgia, under an arch at the plorers werent saviors. They came and
demic void. By consensus, the group chose center of campus, to launch Freedom destroyed communities. I thought, Is she
the name Freedom University. It recalled University. Three hundred people turned allowed to say this? Are we breaking
the activism of the past, and, on T-shirts, up, and the new students wore caps and some rules here?
it also made for a gratifying taunt: F.U. gowns to simulate a graduation. Mad- When they werent in class, the stu-
Georgia. rigal, dressed in a green satin robe, gave dents at Freedom University worked at
A few weeks later, the organizers a speech in which he described his trip fast-food restaurants, supermarkets, and
began recruiting students, posting no- from Mexico to the United States, when construction sites. Under the circum-
tices on Facebook and in Spanish and he was nine years old. He and his fam- stances, there was this understanding
English newspapers. An activist named ily had been kidnapped and robbed by that attending Freedom U. and being
Beto Mendoza knocked on doors in the marauding gangs, and his mother had in the classroom was a revolutionary ac-
trailer parks on the outskirts of Athens, nearly died from dehydration. Why am tion, Melissa said. In a small room next
where many undocumented families lived, I sharing this with you? he asked. Its to the kitchen was a makeshift nursery,
to speak to parents of prospective stu- not to gain your sympathy but to obtain where some of the students brought
dents. Almost a hundred students ap- your support. The inauguration of Free- their children or younger siblings to play
plied for some thirty places. dom University coincided with an an- while their partners or parents were
The viability of Freedom University niversary: the University of Georgias working. During a break, Ashley and
would depend on two factors: money for ftieth year with an integrated student Melissa milled around, eating pizza o
school supplies and drivers to take stu- body, which was being marked on cam- paper plates, too timid at rst to ap-
dents to school from across the state. pus by a series of events called Celebrat- proach the other students. But the DACA
Under a national immigration policy ing Courage. policy, which had just been introduced,
called Secure Communities, authorities gave the newcomers something to talk
could deport undocumented people who hen Melissa and Ashley arrived about. Youd say, Hi, Im So-and-So.
were arrested for petty crimes. Since the
students werent eligible for drivers li-
W at Freedom University, the schools
organizers were still receiving menacing
Have you submitted your DACA appli-
cation yet? Ashley told me. It was the
censes, they ran the risk of deportation phone calls from anonymous vigilantes, icebreaker.
anytime they got behind the wheel. An so there were no signs posted outside. You learn about your status as an un-
Athens-based organizer named Linda All the twins saw was a squat red brick documented person, and its no longer,
Lloyd, who led a group of predominantly building with green shutters, the home like, Oh, I deserve this, because my fam-
black labor activists called the Economic of a Latino community center that was ily came here illegally, Melissa said. She
Justice Coalition, oered to help. Lloyds lending its space. hadnt realized how controversial the
work centered on registering voters and Inside, next to a small kitchen, was a term illegal immigrant was until some-
pushing for wage increases, and she was classroom, where twenty students were one admonished her for using it in class.
convinced that the fates of black and gathered around a table. About fteen She was oored by the idea that such la-
Latino workers were intertwined. While others sat on chairs behind them, with bels had turbulent histories. In one book
we were advocating for a living wage, we notebooks on their laps. The air was hot she was assigned, Undocumented: How
found that Hispanic laborers were work- and stale, and a small fan rattled in the Immigration Became Illegal, by Aviva
ing for less than the minimum wage. So corner. Voekel was giving a lecture about Chomsky, she came across the following
42 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
sentence: Illegality as we know it today I should have the chance to apply to the Freedom Summer. Rita Bender, who
came into existence after 1965, when school. She told me later, It was had started a community center in Mis-
Congress overhauled the national im- the rst time I ever spoke passionately sissippi in 1964 and whose husband,
migration laws. to someone who had more authority Michael Schwerner, was murdered by
than I did. the Ku Klux Klan that year, congratu-
rom the earliest days of Freedom lated the girls on their work. Im one
F University, a group of students held n the fall of 2014, Freedom University
protests, called actions, at public uni- I moved to the Martin Luther King,
of your biggest groupies, she said. Me-
lissa, whod read about Bender in class,
versities and at the oces of the Board Jr., Center, in downtown Atlanta. Three was speechless.
of Regents. At rst, Melissa and Ash- of the four founding professors had left The main target of the increased
ley declined to participate. The demon- the University of Georgia to teach out activism at Freedom University was
strations sometimes resulted in arrests, of state, and they named as their suc- the state policy. We didnt think the
and, during their rst year, they didnt cessor a recent Ph.D. from Emory Uni- ban would last, Lorgia Garca-Pea
yet have DACA protection. Vernica versity, Laura Emiko Soltis, who had told me. We thought we could em-
made them promise not to get in trou- done eldwork with the Coalition of barrass the university presidents and
ble. They tended to keep their heads Immokalee Workers, in Florida. Soltis, regents, but they were scared of the
down, a habit they had learned from a voluble thirty-three-year-old from legislature. Melissa and Ashley grap-
their parents. They are denitely the Minnesota, saw herself more as an ac- pled with feeling like two people at
type of people who had it ingrained in tivist than as an academic, and her lead- once: during the week, they worked
them that immigrants are here to work ership marked a shift in the schools minimum-wage jobs; on the weekend,
and that anything they get, even jobs, mission. Student activism had always they were activists spouting social the-
is a kind of favor to them, Melissa said. been a mainstay at Freedom University, ory. Their co-workers often recognized
When I met Vernicaa warm, exu- but, within two years, it became the them from the local television news.
berant woman in her mid-fortiesshe schools trademark. One of Soltiss rst Once you have a greater knowledge
regaled me with stories of immigrant moves was to take Melissa, Ashley, and of injustices happening in the world,
life in Georgia as though she were tell- eight other students to Jackson, Mis- it feels neglectful not to do anything
ing jokes. The punch lines were barbed sissippi, for the ftieth anniversary of about it, Melissa said. At the same
and frequently unsavory, but she laughed
anyway, darkly amused by the daily
slights she suered. She told me that
she rarely faced outright hostility while
at work, however, even though her job,
as a land surveyor, frequently took her
to the states rural areas. The sight of a
Mexican woman in a pickup truck was
less jarring to people than seeing her at
a P.T.A. meeting. She used to show up
at her daughters school to volunteer,
only to be told politely that her help
wasnt needed.
Once the twins received DACA sta-
tus, in 2013, they got drivers licenses
and began working legally. Melissa took
a job at a McDonalds, where one of
her aunts was employed, and Ashley
became a waitress at a Mexican restau-
rant. Vernica worried about them less,
and their relationship took on a more
typically American aspect: the girls be-
came more independent and deant.
Before long, they started participating
in actions, where they quickly devel-
oped a reputation for erceness. At one
event, in which students disrupted a
meeting of the Board of Regents in
Atlanta, Melissa accosted one gray-
haired member, who was stunned to
be confronted. Ive been here all my
life, Melissa said. Im a good student.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 43
colleagues and admissions oces, even
showing up in person. The strategy was
imperfect and laborious, but last year six
of the schools twenty-six students re-
ceived full scholarshipsto Dartmouth,
Eastern Connecticut State University,
Hampshire, Berea, and Tougaloo. Those
who didnt get in continued their course-
work at Freedom University.
A few times a year, the students went
on college tours up and down the East
Coast, where they were hosted by Free-
dom University alumni and led panels
about the school. Among the students,
an accidental hierarchy emerged. Those
with DACA identication documents
could y; the others had to stay home.
Some of the unlucky ones came to re-
sent DACA for the disparity, and Me-
lissa and Ashley always specied that
they counted themselves among the
privileged.
In Georgia, the girls gave talks at
local universities, targeting campuses
Quit hogging the sheets, loveless void! that were directly aected by the ban.
We dont have actual leverage over
school resources, Melissa told me. But
students at these schools do. Chapters
of student activists cropped up at the
time, you also have to keep living life. ocers led her down a back stairwell University of Georgia, Georgia Tech,
One winter afternoon, the two drove and handcued her wrists behind her and Emory, the most distinguished pri-
to the University of Georgia to inte- back, while Ashley watched from out- vate university in the state. In 2014,
grate a classroom. Seventy professors, side, through a small window on the John Lewis delivered the commence-
college students, and undocumented ac- rst oor. She took out her phone to ment address at Emory. It doesnt make
tivists gathered as organizers delivered lm, and began chanting, Education, sense that we live in a country, in a so-
speeches until the building closed for not segregation! ciety, where more than twelve million
the night. One of them was Lonnie people are living in the shadows, he
King, who had led the Atlanta Stu- very year, Melissa and Ashley would said. He urged students to get in the
dent Movement, in March, 1960. As
college students, he and Julian Bond,
E apply to college. In 2013, they got
into Syracuse University, but, as un-
way and nd a way; make a way out of
no way. It was what he called getting
who went on to lead the N.A.A.C.P., documented applicants, they did not in good trouble, necessary trouble. Even
had published a letter titled An Ap- qualify for full nancial aid, and they before Lewiss address, Emory students,
peal for Human Rights, in which they couldnt aord the tuition. The follow- working with their counterparts at Free-
announced their plan to use every legal ing year, they applied to twenty-two dom University, had been meeting with
and non-violent means at our disposal schools between the two of them; the the college president to press him to
to secure full citizenship. Less than a year after that, ten. They were wait- reconsider the admissions status of un-
week later, they launched sit-ins at seg- listed at Smith, Trinity, Dartmouth, documented students. In 2015, the uni-
regated businesses throughout Atlanta. and Mount Holyoke. The schools with versity made students with DACA sta-
Latinos are treated as badly as blacks, better aid packages were also the most tus eligible for full nancial aid. If it
King told the group at the university. selective. The odds of getting in, with werent for Freedom University, that
Oppressed communities need to come funding, were like the chances of get- never would have happened so quickly,
together! ting a hole in one in golf, Voekel told John Latting, the dean of admissions,
Melissa and Ashley had decided on me. Melissa said, As each year passes, told me.
a sisterly division of labor: if Melissa was you feel less qualied. Im still present- Even so, the twins own determina-
arrested, Ashley would break the news ing this prole of me as a high-school tion to get into college, after three years
to Vernica. When the police arrived, student. of applying, was beginning to ag. Each
and ordered everyone to leave, Melissa Professors at Freedom University applied to only one school for the 2016
gave her keys and backpack to Ashley wrote students recommendations and academic year: Melissa to Dartmouth,
and remained in the classroom. The gave them application advice. They called where Voekel taught, and Ashley to
44 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
Emory, where Freedom Universitys de- place for me. I cant have the conversa- When we arrived, a young black pro-
bate coach was on the faculty. Both were tions I want to have in my home town. fessor named Ryan Maltese was teach-
initially rejected. Then, one Saturday last The twins still saw each other fre- ing an introductory course on Ameri-
spring, the twins were at home playing quently, but their lives were diverging for can politics. Maltese, who is broad-
cards with Vernica when Ashley no- the rst time. I met Ashley for dinner shouldered and gregarious, had dia-
ticed a voice mail from a member of the one night, at an Italian bistro near cam- grammed some of the essential facts of
admissions oce at Emory, telling her pus. She wore a U.C.L.A. sweatshirt and DACA on the board. A couple of stu-
that, after further consideration, shed a white headband, and had a nose ring. dents had asked what would happen if
been accepted. Ashley put the phone on Over pasta, as jazz played in the back- the President-elect eliminated the pro-
speaker, and the three of them danced ground, we talked about the courses she gram, and Maltese stressed all the logis-
around it together. Then Vernica asked, was taking. The Presidential campaign tical complications involved in undoing
Did the admissions ocer say anything had soured her on classes that dealt di- it. The real concern, he said, was that
about Melissa? rectly with current events. No courses the Georgia policy may already have
I always pictured it very abstractly, about race and politics right nowitll prevented young immigrants from qual-
Ashley said. If we ever got into college, get too personal, she said. Instead, she ifying for DACA, which required that ap-
it would be the both of us. I never pro- enrolled in a lm survey, a sociology lec- plicants be enrolled in, or have gradu-
cessed that it might not be. ture, Portuguese, and a seminar called ated from, an American high school. If
Cities of the Lusophone World. The the state basically says to you that col-
n the night of the Presidential elec- classes were rigorous, but not overwhelm- lege isnt ever going to be an option, you
O tion, the twins stayed up late watch-
ing the returns, alternating between de-
ing, and she vowed not to let her uc-
tuating grades be a source of stress. She
dont stay in high school, he said. You
drop out and nd work.
spondency and anger. Donald Trump was four years older than her roommate, That weekend, the Board of Regents
had promised mass deportations, and but she had quickly fallen in with a group announced that it was taking two schools
hed threatened to cancel all of Obamas of friends her age, mostly upperclassmen o the list of banned universities: the
executive orders, which included DACA. who were activists. schools had accepted a hundred per cent
At 5 A.M., Ashley wrote on Facebook, Last fall, Freedom University began of the academically qualied citizen ap-
I so desperately want to hold my par- renting space at an Atlanta-area college plicants, and so could now open their
ents close and tell them that I love them from a sympathetic Latino student or- doors to the undocumented. The logic
and that Im sorry and that itll be okay, ganization. College was now literally in underlying the original policy remained
even though I am in no position to make sight for the undocumented students, unchanged, as did the law precluding
that promise. In the morning, the fam- and enrollment had reached about forty. in-state tuition. A Democrat on the
ily held a meeting, just as they had when The Sunday following my dinner with Georgia State Senate subcommittee on
their residency application was rejected. Ashley, the twins and I went to class at higher education told me that, in the
The question of whether to leave the Freedom University, which occupies a months before the Presidential elec-
country arose yet again; only now Ash- glassed-in lounge in the middle of cam- tion, some Republicans were reconsid-
ley was nearing the end of her rst pus. The current students reverentially ering the tuition law. When Trump won,
semester at Emory. Once more, they referred to them as the el- they changed their minds.
decided to wait. ders. The twins were slightly Ashley, Melissa, and I left
Melissa was working as an usher at a wary: Freedom University was Freedom University together
theme park at Stone Mountain, a mas- changing in subtle ways. The around six oclock, and went
sive quartz dome with a carving of three classes were more structured to Emory for coee at the stu-
Confederate generals which had once than beforeSoltis had ex- dent center. After class, Me-
served as a meeting place for the Klan. panded the curriculum to in- lissa had lingered to talk to a
She was repelled by the symbolism, but clude college prep along with boy she hadnt seen in a while,
she had friends at the park, and the hours meditation and yoga. But, as and Ashley gently ribbed her.
were exible; plus, she got to work with the activism increased, the It feels good being back,
actors. Its the entertainment business, classroom discussions occa- Melissa said. There was a
she said. sionally seemed enervated, the partici- time when Freedom University was tak-
One morning in November, Me- pants vaguely distracted. Because Soltis ing over my life, so I had to pull back a
lissa took me to the Old Fourth Ward led the actions, the lines of authority had little. After all the actions shed orga-
of Atlanta, a maze of streets and back blurred. Her involvement was not just nized and the talks shed given, she still
alleys where she likes to wander among academic but personal, and that made wasnt a freshman in college.
the sprawling murals and grati. As some of the students resentful at times. We wandered out to the quad. Ash-
we made our way down Edgewood Av- Their leader, who was quick to applaud ley had midterms to study for, and Me-
enue, she admitted that she was think- them for the risks they took as activists, lissa needed to get home. The car keys
ing about abandoning the idea of col- wasnt undocumented herself. Soltis had were in Ashleys dorm room, so the
lege and becoming an artist. Still, she trained students to challenge authority, twins crossed campus to fetch them.
said, I talk to all my friends who are and at Freedom University, she repre- They walked side by side before head-
currently in college, and I know its the sented the school administration. ing separate ways.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 45
A REPORTER AT LARGE
ARE YOU MY
MOTHER?
A gay couple, an adoption plan, and a
brutal custody battle.
BY IAN PARKER
Circe Hamilton (left) adopted her son a year and a half after she broke up with Kelly Gunn (right), but the women remained
46 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
close, and Gunn became the boys godmother. That relationship formed part of the debate about what constitutes parenthood.
PHOTOGRAPHS BY RYAN PFLUGER THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 47
he week before Labor Day, 2016, to New York before ying with him to a matrimonial judge on Centre Street.
When I sit down to begin my man- bing the toilet with bare hands. I was ne huge drawback to my job as a
ual, I realize how specic my guide is to
one demographic. So then, O.K., a moth-
probably even using the same sponge I
use on the sink, that area right near the
O drug dealer is that, while I grow
older, passing through my thirties and
ering guide for middle-class, heterosex- toothbrushes. The e-mail was from my into my forties, the other drug dealers
ual women who went to college and are husband. Thought you might like this, stay young. They are almost all in their
gainfully employed. But once Ive arrived he said. It was a link to a list of life hacks, twenties. Normally, I dont socialize with
there, my pen raised and at the ready, I simple tricks designed to make ones life the other drug dealers, but one night a
realize I actually have very little wisdom. easier: use duct tape to open stuck lids, group of the twenty-year-olds asked if I
So: a brochure. Pen in hand. Until I re- keep oppy boots upright with pool noo- wanted to join them for a drink. I almost
alize that what Ive learned about being dles, paper-clip the end of a tape roll so said no, but then decided, why not.
a middle-class, hetero mother who went you can nd it easily. All the motions at the bar were famil-
to college could actually be boiled down I wrote him back. Or you could marry iar. Its not as if I forgot how to go out for
to one or two fortune cookies. I write, a woman and make her your slave. a drink. I know what kind of wine I like. I
HORMONES ARE LIFE. HORMONES ARE He never did respond. had no trouble nding a seat. After our rst
MENTAL ILLNESS. I write, EQUALITY drink, some of the young drug dealers dis-
BETWEEN THE SEXES DOES NOT EXIST. Im not saying that men have it bet- appeared to play pool, some wandered o
And then my job is done. ter or women have it better. I dont ever to greet other friends. Halfway through my
want to be a man. Im just saying theres second drink, I was holding down the fort
few days ago, I was scrubbing the a big dierence between the two. alone, a couple of purses, packs of smokes,
A rim of the upstairs toilet because it
smelled like a city alley in August. My
When I swim at the public pool, I
and cocktails left in my charge. No prob-
lem. I didnt mind a moment of silence.
phone dinged. Id received an e-mail. I wear sunglasses so I can admire the hair- But then a young manhandsome,
pulled o my latex gloves to read the less chest of the nineteen-year-old life- long hair, strong handsjoined me at
message. Who am I kidding? I wasnt guard. I love it that he, a child, really, is the table. I started to panic.
wearing gloves. Real honesty. I was scrub- guarding me, ercest of warriors, a This, I suddenly thought, is what it
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 73
means to go out for a drink. This is the Thanks, he said, disappearing with the mailman and the UPS man, the gar-
entire purpose. Have a drink, meet a the food. Thanks. Some mothers child, bage truck, the school bus, the washer-
stranger, have fantastic sex all night long. some mother who had at least taught dryer in the basement. I know each door.
But I didnt want to blow up my life. I her son to say thank you. I know the sound of a man outside
love Sam. I love our life. Still, there was coughing.
this young man beside me, interested in
me, nervous even.
C an Sam
you check me for ticks?
switches on a light, picks
What was that? But Sam is already
asleep. Wake up. I whisper so that the
Hi, he said. Im a friend of Allis. me over, stopping at each freckle. How coughing man wont know were onto
One of the twenty-year-old drug dealers. lucky I am to know such love, to momen- him. Wake up, hon. Someones outside.
Hi. I tried not to, but I imagined tarily remember what it means to have What?
him naked, me naked. I imagined him the body of a child, ignorant of ages hu- Sh-h-h. I heard something.
accepting the way my body has aged miliation. O.K., he says. Youre all clear. What?
naturally, despite the near-certainty that Thanks. Should I check you? Theres someone downstairs. Some-
that would never happen. Very few bod- Nah. Im good. Theres no Lyme ones outside.
ies this close to San Francisco are al- disease in California. Not really. He Who?
lowed to age naturally. switches o the light and now its night. A guy. Please.
Alli told me youre a mom. Please?
Thats right. It wasnt the sexiest Whats the scariest sound a person Go see.
thing he could say, but maybe, I thought, can hear? See?
this is how it will work, how hell appre- In a quiet country house where the Yeah.
ciate the lines and rolls of my abdomen. closest neighbors are pretty far away, the In the dead and dark of night, I send
I was thinking, since youre a mom, scariest possible sound is a man cough- away the only man who has sworn an
you might have some snacks? Im really ing outside at night. Because why is there oath to protect me. I must be an idiot.
hungry. Like, is there anything in your a man standing in the dark, studying the I must be really scared.
purse? sleeping house, licking his lips, cough- Sam disappears in his underwear and
After a short excavation, the high- ing? Why would someone be so near to bare feet, leaving behind the retired base-
est humiliation. He was right. I found my home, to my children, in this place ball bat he once thought to stow under
a bag of baby carrots and a granola that is not the city? the bed for just this sort of occasion. The
bar in my purse. I passed my oerings I know the sounds of this house in- soft pads of his feet go down the top
across the table to the young man. timately. I know the dierence between few steps and then theres no more sound.
Hes so gone I have a sense our entire
downstairs is lled with stagnant black
pond water through which hes now
wading, swimming, drowning, trying to
stay quiet so the bad guy, whoever he is,
doesnt hear him, nd the staircase, and
tear our tiny world apart.
The uncertain position we all main-
tain in life asking when will violence
strike, when will devastation occur, leaves
us looking like the hapless swimmers at
the beginning of the Jaws movies. In-
nocent, tender, and delicious.
Sam? I call softly, so the bad guy
wont know were separated.
Theres no answer from downstairs.
Why is it taking him so long to come
back?
I hold the night the way I would a
child who has nally fallen asleep. As if
I were frightened it will move. I am fright-
ened it will move. I am scared my life
will suer some dramatic, sudden change.
I try to hear deeper. I try not to shift at all,
not to breathe, but no matter how still I
stay theres no report from downstairs.
What if Sam is already dead, killed by
the intruder? What if the bad guy, in ing, and when they are done Ill have to binoculars could not see those thoughts.
stocking feet, is creeping upstairs right become a human again instead of a The town we live near is so small, it
now, getting closer to my babies, to me? mother, like spirit becoming stone, like was inevitable that we would meet. We
Part of me knows that he is. Part of a buttery turning back into a caterpil- did, many times. We once even shared
me knows that he always is and always lar. Im not looking forward to that. the dance oor at the local bar, a Mex-
will be. Who are you? ican restaurant, really. We momentarily
The answer is easy in daylight. But danced together like robots from outer
Where we live there are squirrels, rab- the nights untethering almost always space. But then each time we met again
bits, all manner of wild birds, foxes, turns me into someone Im not. I spend it was, to her, as fresh as the rst time.
mountain lions. There are rednecks get- nights thinking about the dierent Nice to meet you, shed say. Once, I
ting drunk at the sports bar three miles women I become in the dark. had to deliver a piece of mis-
away. There are outlaw motorcycle clubs Where am I keeping these directed mail and she invited
convening. There are children dreaming. women when the sun is up? me in for a glass of wine. In
Other living things still exist in the night. Where do they hide, these an instant, I developed a fan-
Sometimes its hard to remember that. women who have breached tasy of the famous writer and
Sam is probably ne. Hes probably the sanctity of my home, who me as best friends. I dropped
downstairs on his computer. Barely Legal, know things about me so se- that fantasy quickly, because
Backstreet Blow Jobs. cret even I dont know these it was clear that her alien-
Night ticks by. things? Maybe they are in the robot routine back in the bar
Sam? Theres no answer and the closet. Maybe they are hiding had not been an act.
quiet becomes a dark cape, so heavy I inside me. Maybe they are me When I mentioned that
cant move my legs. I cant move my trapped somewhere I cant get I had three children, her jaw
body. I am only eyes, only ears. The night to, like in the DNA markers of my hor- came unhinged. Oh, my God. Her
asks, Who are you? Who will you become mones, those proteins that make me a hand rose to her face as if Id said I had
if Sam has been chopped to bits by the guy woman instead of something else. three months to live. Maybe that was
downstairs? You may ask, Are these women who what children meant to her.
This is a good question. Who am I? bombard me at night real, or do I imag- I went to hear her read at the local
Who will I be without Sam? Without ine them? You may eventually realize library once when I was very pregnant.
kids? I can hear how well-intentioned that is a stupid question. During the Q. & A., she spoke of child
people at Sams funeral will say, Just be I think about delity. To Sam, to my- rearing with great disgust. Likening
yourself. But there is no self left. Why self. The light is still gray. The night is motherhood to a dairy operation. She
would there be? From one small body I still so quiet. I let the women in, an en- said that children murder art, and though
made three new humans. I grew these tire parade of them, the whole catalogue, it was easy for me to dismiss her com-
complex beauties. I made their lungs and spread out on the bed before me. Sam ments as ignoranceshed never had a
noses. It took everything I had to make is gone and these women keep me com- child, shed never made a life or a deathI
them. Liver? Take it. Self-worth? Its all pany. Even if they terrify me. I let the could not prevent the other people in
yours. New people require natural re- other women in. the audience from looking at me with
sources and everyone knows you dont pity. How did you like that? a number
get something for nothing. Why wouldnt n author lived for a time in a mod- of my neighbors asked me afterward.
I be hollowed out? Who cant under-
stand this math?
A ern house behind mine, on the other
side of a eucalyptus grove. She had re-
I enjoyed it very much, thanks.
When I was at her house she dis-
The strangest part of these calcula- cently divorced. She is a great writer, missed me after one glass of wine. I
tions is that I dont even mind. Being though she has written only one book. have to eat my sandwich, she said, as if
hollow is the best way to be. Being hol- The book takes a frank approach to sex that sandwich were something so sol-
low means I can ll myself with stars or and bodies. I try to copy her writing. idly constructed it would be impossible
light or rose petals if I want. Im glad ev- Her book is about prostitutes, so I as- to divide, impossible to share. I left.
erything I once was is gone and my chil- sume she was once a sex worker. Or The next time I saw the famous writer,
dren are here instead. Theyve erased the maybe she just wants her readers to be- she was in the grocery store. Once again,
individual and I am grateful. The indi- lieve that, for street cred at book parties, she didnt recognize me or acknowledge
vidual was not special in the rst place. in university settings. the four or ve times wed already met,
And, really, these new humans I made I could kind of see into the rear win- the wine we had drunk together, so I
are a million times better than I ever was. dows of her house at night with a pair was able to freely stalk her through the
of binoculars. These voyeur sessions never aisles of the store, to spy the items of
The bedcovers look gray in the dim lasted long, because all she ever did was nourishment a famous writer feeds her-
light of chargers, laptops, and phones sit there. Maybe once or twice I caught self: buttery dust, caviar, evening dew.
scattered around our bedroom. In this her walking to her kitchen. It was bor- I stood behind her in line at the sh-
ghost light I am alone. The night asks ing. She was alone all the time, and while mongers counter, my own cart bulging
again, Who are you? Who will you be when she was no doubt thinking amazing, fan- with Cheerios, two gallons of milk, laun-
everyone is gone? My children are grow- tastic thoughts about the nature of art, my dry soap, instant mac and cheese, chicken
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 75
breasts, cold cuts, bread, mayonnaise, ap- concert at the conservatory. I hadnt been back She and the academic attended a
ples, bananas, green beans, all the abby in years. It was great to see him. His wife is lecture together one night. After the
embarrassments of motherhood that no gorgeous. They live in Paris. Ouch. I just lecture, there was a party where she was
longer embarrass me. I heard her order The woman paused and considered. in the insecure position of being a stu-
a quarter pound of salmon. The loneli- She tried again. Her voice even louder, dent among people who were done
est sh order ever. I stepped away with- as if it were another chorus, a building being students. And though everyone
out ordering, scared her emaciated lone- symphony of mortication. was staring at herthey knew the
liness might be contagious. She kept her wifeno one wanted to talk to her or
chin lifted. Some people enjoy humilia- Hi. Im on the bus back from San Francisco. welcome the grad student into the land
What a day. I saw Philip. He had a concert at the
tion. Maybe I used to be one of those conservatory. His wife is gorgeous, glamorous, ev- of scholars.
people, but I dont feel humiliation any- erything Im not. They live in Paris and their kids This was not acceptable. She liked
more. The body sloughs o cells every attention. She liked performance. She
day, aging. After all that, what is left to She paused again. Take three. Loud cleared her throatand the noise from
feel humiliated? Very little indeed. and utterly desperate. Words falling apart. the roomas if readying for a toast. She
stood on a low coee table. Everyone
Saw Philip and his gorgeous wife. Conser-
The commuter bus that runs be- vatory. Paris. Kids. I just
stopped drinking. In a loud, clear voice,
tween here and the city is one small one that must still reverberate in her
part of America where silence still I turned to the window, which, al- ears, the academics ears, everyones ears
lives. Its a cylinder of peace moving though sealed, at least reminded me (it even managed to reach mine), she
through the world swiftly enough to what fresh air meant, what it was to said, Youre just angry because of what
blur it. breathe without the toilet leaking air I do with my queer vagina.
Once, on a return bus, there was a freshener, without having to hear that On my living-room wall I keep a
woman seated in front of me. People womans echoing regret. photo of my Victorian great-grand-
do not speak on the bus. At least, no mother engaged in a game of cards with
one who rides with regularity. We un- People should be more careful with three of her sisters. These women main-
derstand that this hour of being rocked their language. People shouldnt infect tained a highly irtatious relationship
and shushed is the closest well get to innocent bystanders with their drama. with language. Queer once meant
being babies again. But this woman Theres a man I hardly know, an ac- strange. Queer once meant homosex-
was not a regular. Shed gone down to ademic. He began sleeping with a grad- ual. Queer now means opposition to
the city for the day. She was ten to uate student when his wife was preg- binary thinking. I experience a melan-
fteen years older than me, mid-fties, nant, but everything was cool, because, choly pause when meaning is lost, when
though I never saw her face. I could you know, everyone involved read crit- words drift like runaways far from home.
feel she was buzzing. Shed taken a icism and all three of them really wanted How did queer ever come to mean a
risk travelling to the city by herself, to test the boundaries of just how much philandering penis and vagina in a
such a risk that accomplishing it had that shit can hurt. roomful of bookish, egotistical people?
emboldened her to try other new I imagine that shit can hurt a whole How did common old adultery ever
things, like the voice-recognition soft- lot. become queer?
ware on her smartphone, that new- Every time I hear about another I feel the grad students late-bloom-
fangled device purchased for her by professor with a student, I think, Wow, ing humiliation. How she came to re-
an older child whod grown tired of that professor I know is way more messed alize, or will one day soon, that her
having a mother who lived in a tech- up than I ever thought. Stealing con- words were foolish. I remind myself
nological backwater. dence from eighteen-, nineteen-, twenty- there in bed, Dont talk. Dont say words
There was nothing wrong with her year-olds. to people, because words conjure images.
hands, but she wanted to demonstrate Nasty. Her words created a likely unwanted
that even though she was middle-aged This professor, he cleared the fuck- idea of an organ that, like all our or-
and less loved now than shed been in ing of the graduate student with his preg- gans, is both extraordinary and totally
the past, she could be current with the nant wife, and for reasons I dont under- plain. Some aps of loose skin, some
modern world. She could enjoy the stand the wife allowed him to dabble in hair, some blood, but, outside the daily
toys of the young. So, on the quiet bus, younger, unwed women while she ges- fact of its total magnicence, it is re-
she began to speak into her phone as tated their child, while her blood and ally not queer at all.
if recording books for the blind, loudly bones were sucked from her body into
their fetus.
and slowly. Everyone could hear her.
There on the silent bus, the woman
shouted multiple drafts of an e-mail
Though the wife is an interesting
part of this triangle, its neither her
I amwomen.
alone with these thoughts, these
ON TELEVISION
HARSH REALM
The bleak historical kaleidoscope of The Handmaids Tale.
BY EMILY NUSSBAUM
hen Hulus adaptation of Mar- to sue publishers. It was a peculiar era It isnt what you meant, but it exists.
W garet Atwoods dystopian novel
The Handmaids Tale dbuted, in
in which to be a teen-age girl, equally
prudish and decadent: the era of Trump
In Gilead, men run the state, and
women are split into types. Wives,
April, nearly every review commented Tower and cocaine, AIDS and Just Say dressed in blue, oversee the home; Mar-
on its grotesque timeliness. Its true that, No. It also made me a free-speech ab- thas, in green, cook and clean; Hand-
early on, the Trumpian parallels are hard solutist, wary of any clampdown on ex- maids, in long red cloaks, with white
to miss. Its a story about a government pression. My strongest memory of read- bonnets that hide their faces, have in-
that exploits fear of Islamic terrorists ing Atwoods book is the rude jolt of a tercourse once a month, in a ritualized
to crush dissent, then blots out wom- joke between college students like me. threesome, a state-sanctioned rape. An
ens reproductive rights. Its about fake Youre so trendy, the narrator, Ored, environmental disaster has caused mass
news, political trauma, the abnormal recalls teasing her friend Moira, about infertility, and Handmaids are the solu-
normalized. Theres a scene that so di- the subject of a term paper. It sounds tionthe regimes goal is to get women
rectly evoked the Womens March that like some kind of dessert. Date Rap. not merely to accept their roles but to
I had to hit Pause to collect myself. This was the context in which At- embrace them. There are also un-
But, for many readers of my genera- wood wrote The Handmaids Tale, women, sent to clean toxic waste, and
tion, The Handmaids Tale is also a which is set in a nightmare world called gender traitors, hanged. Later, we
time machine back to the Reagan era, a Gilead, where consensual sex is an il- discover a wanton underworld called
mightily perverse period for sexual pol- lusion and gender a cruel hierarchy Jezebels, full of women in vintage Play-
itics. Just a decade earlier, a woman could and traditional marriage is compul- boy Bunny attire, which provides a ca-
be denied a credit card without a man sory. Its told in the voice of a forced thartic outlet for powerful men.
to co-sign, and yet, by 1985, when the birth surrogate, or Handmaid, whom Atwoods book has echoes of New
novel was written, the media was de- we know only as Ored (for Of-Fred, England Puritanism, along with atroc-
claring that feminism was over, dunzo, the name of the Commander who owns ities drawn from sources including Saudi
defunctno longer necessary, now that her); shes stuck inside her head, des- Wahhabism, the Third Reich, Ameri-
women wore sneakers to jobs at law perately making dark jokes to stay sane. can slavery, and the East German sur-
rms. At the same time, sexual danger The plot reects the eras obsessions: veillance state. Its constructed not as a
was a national obsession, seen from trainers force the Handmaids to watch realistic story, however, but as an eye-
two opposing angles, each claiming to porn, as a lesson about how men treat witness account, presented in a highly
protect women. On the right, there was women; Ored remembers throwing self-conscious, wordplay-drenched text,
the anti-abortion New Christian Right kink magazines into the ames with meant for an imagined reader, like Anne
led by gures like Phyllis Schlay and her feminist mother. Gilead, the new Franks diary. Its deeply narrow, the
the televangelist Tammy Faye Bakker name for the United States, is Bibli- story of a slave grieving her pasther
intent on restoring traditional marriage. cal fascism sold with faux-feminist lost child, her ex-loveras her memo-
On the left, there was the anti-porn icing. Freedom from, Oreds trainer ries recede. The recurrent motif is Scrab-
movementspearheaded by the femi- Lydia insists, is as valuable as freedom ble: the Commander enlists Ored in
nist philosopher Catharine MacKinnon to. Ored thinks, bitterly and long- a secret game. (Women are not allowed
and the gonzo polemicist Andrea Dwor- ingly, of her mother, a second-wave to read.) He gives her a womens mag-
kinwhich argued that consensual sex feminist from whom Ored had some- azine, samizdat that oods her with nos-
ABOVE: BRIAN REA
was often an illusion and gender a cruel times felt alienated, viewing her polit- talgia. She nds a carved message in her
hierarchy. These weird sisters co-wrote ical struggles as ancient history. You bedroom from an earlier Handmaid,
laws that reframed pornography as a wanted a womens culture, she imag- who hanged herself: Nolite te bastardes
civil-rights issue, allowing rape victims ines saying. Well, now there is one. carborundorum, faux Latin for Dont
78 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
The adaptation of Margaret Atwoods novel dramatizes Offreds claustrophobia through gorgeous tableaux of repression.
ILLUSTRATION
BY REBEKKA DUNLAP THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 79
let the bastards grind you down. But, parallel sequence, a lesbian Handmaid Ored is a witness, not a heroine. Shes
mostly, Ored observes. She hides a named Ofglen (played, silently, by the often ashamed and numb. Shes even a
match in her mattress, but never lights terric Alexis Bledel) is gagged and kid- little cold. Its painful for her to remem-
it. Eventually, she uses sex, with the house napped by the Secret Police, forced to ber her daughter, but her drive isnt to
driver, Nick, as a drug to distract her see her lover hanged, and then given a nd her family; its to stay sane. Her
from resistance. Toward the end of the clitoridectomy. In the end, Ofglen stands thoughts about Luke are complex, too:
book, a black van pulls up, and she steps in her white hospital room, in shock, she suspects that when her power re-
in, but we never nd out where it takes reaching into her medical stockings for ceded he liked it, a little. At one point,
her. In the nal chapter, we get the bril- the bandage on her crotch. Its a scene Ored nds herself desperate to do nee-
liantly dark punch line: Oreds future out of a Cronenberg lm: abstract, gro- dlepoint, thinking of paintings that shed
reader turns out to be a smug know-it- tesque. And yet the two scenes com- seen, of harems and concubines. They
all, a future professor of Gileadean stud- plement and intensify each other. The were meant to be erotic, she realizes,
ies, who deconstructs her like a bug. Her show doesnt try to replicate the near- but they actually depicted women wait-
desperate message was received, but mis- pointillist density of the book, but at ing, being bored. Maybe boredom is
understood, because the future inevita- its best it manages to suggest some- erotic, she thinks. When women do
bly imagines itself superior to the past. thing of its allegorical weight, its rec- it, for men.
ognition of the futility of trying to sep- A television show, especially one that
TV show that replicated the books arate the personal from the political. intends to run many seasons, cant bore.
A poetic compression, its formal
strangeness, would be hard to pull o.
Some of the smartest moments in
the showlike Ofglens story, and one
And so, inevitably, the stakes are raised.
The characters of Serena Joy and the
But the Hulu adaptation doesnt try. In- featuring a Handmaid named Janine Commander are played by sexy actors,
stead, it is heavy-handed in the best are radical edits from the book, making expanding the potential for love trian-
way, dramatizing Oreds claustropho- a passive plot active. Other changes, gles. Ored gets a more overt goal: to
bia through gorgeous tableaux of re- however well-meaning, muddy the mes- nd her family. A few episodes in, we
pression. It makes everything blunter sage. In the book, Gilead is a white- leave Oreds perspective. Theres an
and more explicit, almost pulpy at times; supremacist culture. In the show, black episode for Serena Joy, who, like Mel-
among other things, we learn Oreds actors play Moira and Luke. The result lie on Scandal or Claire on House of
true name, June, right away. She tells is an odd trade-o: we get brown faces, Cards, is softened by a backstory; then
us, I intend to survive. The rst three but the society is unconvincingly color- we visit Luke, a brave rebel up in Can-
episodes, directed by Reed Morano, blind, as if race had never existed. ada. Step by step, you feel the show min-
sketch Gileads outlines. Theres the op- Theres a more unsettling change, ing Oreds story for something thats
ulent mansion in which Ored (Elis- however, which only fully crystallizes in more aspirational, less psychological;
abeth Moss) is fed like a prize pig, over- the fourth episode. Most of that hour less horror, more thriller. There are still
seen by the Commanders wife, Serena is a sharp exploration of Oreds airless many pungent scenes. But the icky, id-
Joy (Yvonne Strahovski), a former tel- circumstances: she plays Scrabble; she iosyncratic force of Moranos early ep-
evangelist; the wall where traitors are irts with Nick; her doctor oers to im- isodes dims slightly, as the show hints
hanged; and the grim dorm where older pregnate her. And then, in ashback, at a more conventional path: Escape
women torture and tutor. Oreds nar- we learn about a failed escape, after from Gilead. Maybe this move is in-
ration retains some of her wit and fury. which Ored was beaten on the soles evitable; it might succeed. But theres
But the emphasis is visual, making vi- of her feet. So far, so grimGame of something lost along the waythe spe-
olence as beautiful as a nightmare: red Thrones grim. The nal sequence is a cial beauty of a bleak ending. On tele-
dress, blue dress, white sheets, black van. montage. As tinkly music plays, we see vision, thats no longer impossible. ( Just
The third episode is a chilling show- Ored on her bed, healing. One by one, look at Happy Valley or American
piece, dramatizing Gileads tilt from other Handmaids place gifts by her pil- Horror Story.) But it cant happen here.
liberal democracy into fascism, nimbly low. Then were back in the current day, The sexual politics of 1985 survive today
shifting from intimate scenes to grand where she walks the streets side by side only in distorted form, reordered like
ones, making one form of drama frame with fellow-Handmaids. In red, they Scrabble tiles. Our President is a Playboy-
the other. Theres a graceful moment glide, in slo-mo, their habits blooming brash predator; his Vice-President is
in the apartment June shares with her against the dull street. The scenario is pure Gilead. The anti-porn movement
husband, Luke, as she, Moira, and Luke familiar to anyone who has seen a Taran- is as dead as the Shakers; naked photos
bicker in the aftermath of signicant tino lm or The Craft: the storm gath- are practically second-date etiquette. In
political events: the womens money has ering, the team uniting. Junes internal pop culture, the eighties are often por-
been drained, their jobs taken away. All monologue adopts the deance of a trayed as cartoonishly sexist: Well, it was
the characters feel like real people; their Nike ad: We are Handmaids. Nolite the eighties, after all, goes the excuse. Its
dialogue is unhurried. Its a scene about te bastardes carborundorum, bitches. like the fties, if you lived in the eight-
powerLuke now has all of itbut it That go-girl moment made me sit ies. Atwoods story may now be an arti-
doesnt grandstand. Yet this intimate up straightand pull back. I could feel fact about an artifact, but it retains its
moment is bracketed by deliberately it being hashtagged, like she persisted. great power as a reminder of the thin tis-
operatic, even bombastic gestures. In a The book is never inspiring, not explicitly. sue between the past and the present.
80 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
Kennedy with an easygoing detach-
LIFE AND LETTERS ment, rather as Kennedy tended to
view himself; he laughed along with
JACK BE NIMBLE
the aectionate Vaughn Meader im-
personations and the Mad magazine
spoofs of J.F.K. that I added to his
Trying to remember J.F.K. reading of the New York World-
Telegram, a middlebrow broadsheet
BY THOMAS MALLON unaware that, along with mens hats
and womens cotton gloves, it was on
the brink of death.
I recall how Phyllis Mindell, the
twenty-three-year-old teacher who had
notated my height and weight, assigned
our class to watch the rst Kennedy-
Nixon debate. As Kennedys inaugural
arrived, Mrs. Mindell gave us a letter-
writing exercise: we could send our
congratulations to the incoming Pres-
ident, or oer the outgoing one our
thanks. I loyally chose Eisenhower, and
duly received an acknowledgment post-
marked February 6, 1961, from Wash-
ington. The card inside was headed
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Eisenhow-
ers bold printed signature (not dissim-
ilar to John F. Kennedys) sat where a
stamp should have beenmy intro-
duction to the franking privilegeand
as I look at the envelope more than
ve decades on Im arrested by its lit-
tle bits of archaism. There is no Zip
Code, and the addressee, Master
Thomas Mallon, might as well be Pen-
rod Schoeld.
The following June, in her last set
of report-card comments, Mrs. Min-
dell observed that Tommy has ex-
pressed great interest in being a poli-
tician someday. The excitement of the
election had clearly lingered.
n November 8, 1960, I voted for John F. Kennedys Catholicism cut ennedy would have been a hun-
O Richard Nixon. I had turned nine
the week before. According to my
little ice with many of the Irish ex-
New Dealers who lived on our street.
K dred years old on May 29th. His
centenary brings with it new books,
fourth-grade report card, from that Sep- Their liking of Ike proved to be more the most notable of which is probably
tember, I stood four feet one and a quar- than a ing, and by 1960 they were The Road to Camelot (Simon &
ter inches tall and weighed fty-ve beginning to feel permanently at home Schuster), a wearyingly titled but pro-
pounds: small enough to be permitted in the Republican Party. Aection for vocative reconstruction of his ve-year
entry into the curtained voting booth my wry, sweet-tempered father, mean- campaign for the White House. The
in the Stewart Manor School, on Long while, left me immune to much of authors, Thomas Oliphant and Curtis
Island, where my father let me pull the J.F.K.s chivalric glamour. My father Wilkie, both veterans of the Boston
lever for Nixon and Henry Cabot Lodge. always called him Ke-NAH-dy, a pro- Globe, locate the eorts origin in a car-
It was a reach: during Nelson Rocke- nunciation meant to sound haut Wasp, diac double-header from the summer
HANK WALKER/GETTY
fellers long Albany reign, the Repub- which from his point of view this rich, of 1955, when President Eisenhower
lican ticket occupied the top row on educated New Englander might as and Lyndon Johnson, then Senate Ma-
New York States mechanical ballot. well have been. But he also viewed jority Leader, suered serious heart
attacks. Joseph P. Kennedy, condent
The retellings of Kennedys story are by now known more than the story itself. of Johnsons recovery but not of Ikes,
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 81
Still, he had more work to do with
the Partys left than with its right. Ken-
nedy took a forthright stance against
French colonialism in Algeria, preview-
ing his Peace Corps-style competition
with the Soviets in the newly indepen-
dent Third World. The columnist Jo-
seph Alsop thought that Kennedy had
potential to become a Stevenson with
balls, though the Senators principal
intraparty antagonist, Eleanor Roosevelt,
still longed for Stevenson himself. Un-
forgiving of Kennedys softness toward
Senator Joseph McCarthy, Mrs. Roo-
sevelt is believed to have been the rst
to recommend that J.F.K. show less
prole and more courage. The former
First Lady was brutally brusque to him
during the 56 Convention. When she
nally endorsed him, well into the 1960
It takes a while to kick in, but this should do nothing. campaign, she conceded in conversation
that Stevenson might not have made
such a good President after all. I almost
peed in my pants, Kennedy told a crony
who had heard the admission.
suggested to L.B.J. that he consider a was made weeks after Stevensons de- Oliphant and Wilkie occasionally
race for President in 56, with Kenne- feat, at Thanksgiving dinner in Hyan- get tough with their young subject
dys son, the junior senator from Mas- nis Port. Joe Kennedy had already the coverup of his health problems, his
sachusetts, as a running mate. pledged whatever it takes from his feckless behavior with his wife
Johnson wasnt amenable to the idea, own fortune. Oliphant and Wilkie sug- though they exhibit a lingering Bos-
but J.F.K.s Vice-Presidential prospects gest that the actual rationale for Ken- ton tendency to sentimentalize the
were nearly fullled when Adlai Ste- nedys candidacy lay in his understand- Kennedys. Proles in Courage is de-
venson, trying to jump-start his sec- ing of celebrity, as well as a confession scribed as a genuine collaboration be-
ond doomed campaign against Eisen- he made to a group at Washingtons tween Kennedy and Sorensen, an odd
hower, told delegates at the Democratic Metropolitan Club: Its not that I have description for a book ocially at-
Convention to make their own choice some burning thing to take to the na- tributed to the single author who took
for the bottom of the ticket. Out in tion. Its just, Why not me? a Pulitzer Prize for it. Political dirty
Chicago, Jack Kennedy made a fast, This is the Kennedy now frozen in tricks that would be otherwise deemed
strenuous grab at the nomination, and Isabel McIlvains statue outside the reprehensible are just colorful displays
posted a respectable loss to the Ten- Massachusetts State House: a youth- of feistiness when executed on Jacks
nessee senator Estes Kefauver. Months ful gure, regal and a little aloof, whose behalf. Of one Kennedy operative, who,
before, Kennedys young aide Theo- high, straight-ahead gaze isnt so much in an attempt at reverse psychology,
dore Sorensen had run an extensive set visionary as unapproachable. Accord- likely mailed thousands of crude anti-
of numbers showing how a Catholic ing to The Road to Camelot, Ken- Catholic pamphlets to Catholic vot-
on the Democratic ticket could stem nedy was regarded by some Senate col- ers, were given the amused judgment
recent defections to the Republican leagues as an indierent Democrat of Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.: He took
Party by groups like those newly sub- with occasionally independent tenden- cheerful delight in causing trouble and
urbanized Irish Catholics on Dover cies, and he needed to do more than in reorganizing the truth.
Parkway in Stewart Manor. Sorensens the usual amount of broken-eld run- The Road to Camelot is replete
report held that Al Smiths crushing ning to please the Democratic Partys with antique names and strategies, and
defeat in 1928 had resulted from his sturdy but mad coalition of segrega- not all readers will want to follow it into
stance against Prohibition, not his re- tion and social justice. Between 1956 the weeds of bygone political science.
ligion; Smith would have done worse and 1958, looking southward, he hinted Nonetheless, the best and most robust
still had he not been Catholic. at disagreement with Eisenhowers de- part of the book is an early chapter that
Kennedy spent the fall of 56 cam- cision to send troops to Little Rock; has Kennedy, at a brawl of a meeting in
paigning for Stevenson but picked his oered campaign help to George C. Bostons Hotel Bradford, establishing
own venues, ones that could redound Wallace, a candidate for the Alabama dominance over the Massachusetts
to his benet four years later. A deci- governorship; and put a Confederate Democratic Party by ousting the state
sion to try for the Presidency in 1960 legislator into Proles in Courage. chairman and putting in his own man.
82 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
Jack was willing to countenance and ready to put my undersized shoulder
supply whatever it took: trickery, mus- to the wheel. Project Mercury (an Ei-
cle, even the shaking of hands. senhower program, I feel conservatively
compelled even now to point out) had
oth my grandfathers had died long found in the new President a leader
B before I was born, a reason per-
haps, those mailed good wishes not-
who looked as if he could himself be
one of the seven astronauts in whose
withstanding, for my never feeling any- progress I took an obsessive interest. I
thing personal toward Eisenhower. was most comfortable surrendering to
With Kennedy, politics aside, every- Kennedy when he was in the company
thing was intimate, aspirant, literally of those pilots, making postight calls,
seen from below. From the inaugural pinning on medals, or just being at
ceremony (I was home from school for Cape Canaveral with them, wearing
a snow day) to the assassination (I was his Ray-Bans. The incipient sexual di-
absent, with a cold, playing chess with mension of all this is obvious to me
my uncle), I experienced most of the now. Why should I have been less vul-
thirty-fth Presidency lying on our nerable than anyone else to the pro-
braided living-room rug, head tilted jection of desire onto Jack and Jackie?
upward to the television. Even eleven-year-olds may have real-
Rhetorically, the Administration was ized that this President, his hand al-
an aural experience, heard through the ways furtively in and out of his jacket
radio-style mesh of the TV speaker. pocket, had his own barely kept secrets.
Some of its less remembered lines fas- The Administration was a family
tened themselves to me more lastingly story, part dramathe loss of two-day-
than the ghostwritten ourishes that old Patrick Kennedy during its last
have entered historical memory. It shall summerand part raucous sitcom: the
be the policy of this nation to regard pool parties at the home of J.F.K.s kid
any nuclear missile launched from Cuba brother Bobby, the high-strung Bea-
against any nation in the Western Hemi- ver to his Wally. The patriarch inter-
sphere as an attack by the Soviet Union ested my own father, who always called
on the United States, requiring a full him Papa Joe and admired him, how-
retaliatory response upon the Soviet ever grudgingly, as a roguish son of a
Union. On October 22, 1962, the syl- bitch whose interest in his children
logistic nature of this sentence seemed was evident and intense. Oliphant and
to impress me as much as the possibil- Wilkie insist that Jack Kennedy was
ity it discussed. These were the words more, and earlier, independent of the
I reported to my father when he came old man than is generally believed. The
through the door, arriving home from ambitions fuelled by Papa Joes dubi-
work past the middle of the speech. ously made money were J.F.K.s own.
A year later, when Kennedy made After December, 1961, Joseph Ken-
his civil-rights address, it was a rhetor- nedy, mostly mute and occasionally
ical question, one that followed a list moaning, sat trapped inside the eects
of indignities suered by American of a strokeanother sort of Twilight
Negroes, that registered with me: then Zone scenario that I began to ponder
who among us would be content to with phobic regularity. The most emo-
have the color of his skin changed and tionally striking, and uncharacteristic,
stand in his place? This exercise in photographs of the President show him
empathy had guaranteed appeal for an kissing his helpless father on the top
imagination susceptible to the weekly of his head, pictures I may have con-
premises of The Twilight Zone. I templated with some premonition of
could try to do this in the same way I the illness that would one day cross our
had tried to see myself as Henry Bemis, cheerful family doorstep and prema-
the Burgess Meredith character who turely ravage my own father.
breaks his glasses just after realizing he
has a lifetime of peaceful post-nuclear- e are now as far from John
apocalypse reading ahead of him.
My paternally inspired devotion to
W Kennedys time as his was from
Theodore Roosevelts. Available living
Nixon remained weirdly keen, but Ken- memories are growing scarce. Here in
nedy was now my leader, and I was Washington, the Kennedy Center, visible
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 83
from my study window, feels as much
BRIEFLY NOTED an established marble fact as the Lin-
coln Memorial, a few blocks away. Only
one of Kennedys eight siblings sur-
Priestdaddy, by Patricia Lockwood (Riverhead). The central vives, his eighty-nine-year-old sister,
character of this vivid, unrelentingly funny memoir is the Jean, who visits a son in the Watergate,
authors fathera Catholic priest whose rst stirrings of more or less next door to the Kennedy
faith came, after he was already married, by way of repeated Center. As I write, a single buckeye sits
viewings of The Exorcist while he was serving in the on my desk, a souvenir from John
Navy. Lockwood, a poet, is a long and fatally lapsed Cath- Glenns Ohio funeral, brought to me
olic, but, she writes, All my life I have listened to what by the daughter of his successor in orbit,
people will let slip when they think you are part of their Scott Carpenter, the subject of an early
we. Her stories of growing up immersed in the pro-life novel of mine. He, too, is gone, like the
movement and in Church arcanaand, later, of taking her rest of the Original Seven.
ailing husband to live with her parents in their rectory It is all by now a story whose retell-
are both savage and tender, shot through with surprises and ings are remembered more than the
revelations. story itself. But those reiterations con-
tinue to be made, in peculiar and un-
Six Encounters with Lincoln, by Elizabeth Brown Pryor (Vi- stable forms. Pablo Larrans recent lm
king). By focussing on meetings that President Lincoln had Jackie presents a surprisingly heart-
with lesser-known gures, such as John Ross, chief of the less version of the First Lady in the
Cherokee, this history aims at deconstructing Lincolns week following the assassination. She
mythic reputation as the Great Emancipator to arrive at a plans a funeral for her husband that is
more nuanced view. The man who emerges had a short based on Lincolns, and stage-manages
temper and a penchant for bawdy, o-color humor; sup- the famous Camelot interview with
ported abolition only insofar as it would help expedite the Life. Woe betide anyone who wont
end of the war; and voiced concern for the welfare of Na- march to her exact tune behind the
tive Americans but turned a blind eye to corruption in his casket. The lms smallest pieces of set
Administration that led to the routine pilfering of tribal decoration and costuming are slavishly
lands. Pryor paints a provocative historical portrait while accurate, while bigger things are o.
testing common assumptions about an American icon. Peter Sarsgaard is a strangely irreso-
lute Bobby, with no suggestion of a
Mikhail and Margarita, by Julie Lekstrom Himes (Europa). Black- Boston accent. The production ends
listed by the Soviet authorities, Mikhail Bulgakov, the great up being more historical porn than his-
Russian satirist, spent much of the nineteen-thirties unpub- torical ction, with its version of the
lished and living in penury. This richly imagined retelling of fatal Frame 313 of the Zapruder lm
those lean yearswhich gave rise to his phantasmagoric novel being held o until late in the picture:
The Master and Margaritamixes fact and ction to cre- the money shot.
ate a narrative that is both foreign and familiar. Readers ac- Jacqueline Kennedy is also the cen-
quainted with Bulgakovs work will recognize the memorable tral gure in Michael J. Hogans new
tropes: a burning manuscript, a delirium tremens diagnosis, study, The Afterlife of John Fitzger-
linden trees at Patriarchs Ponds. Yet the novel is not a tribute ald Kennedy (Cambridge). She co-
but a complex and original work, written in a style that is the stars in an Administration that Hogan
polar opposite of Bulgakovs antic magic realism. views as a thirty-four-month-long per-
formance. Mrs. Kennedy, from the
The Fortunate Ones, by Ellen Umansky (William Morrow). Lincolnesque funeral onward, remained
The restitution of art works stolen by the Nazis provides in charge of her husbands image for
the background for this dbut novel. A Chaim Soutine the next thirty years, operating some-
painting called The Bellhop unites two women: Lizzie, a times with taste and sometimes with
lawyer mourning the death of her extravagant, dicult father, grandiosity, occasionally deploying the
and Rose, a former Kindertransport refugee with dark mem- vindictive manipulations that Jackie
ories of Vienna, Britain, and Los Angeles. The painting regards as her essence. She drove hard
belonged to Roses family before the war; later, Lizzies fam- bargains with Roger Stevens, the rst
ily, amassing a fortune in California, owned it for a while. head of the Kennedy Center, threat-
Umansky shrewdly avoids letting the issue of stolen art crowd ening to take her husbands name o
out other aspects of the story, to which she gives a feminist the building if she didnt have a voice
tilt. Reconciling career ambitions with the pressure to have on the board; blasted even Schlesinger,
children occupies Lizzie and Rose as much as the crimes of the Presidents most enduring apolo-
the past do. gist, when he wouldnt further perfume
84 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
his J.F.K. history, A Thousand Days; ring, while Reaganite supply-siders sists of little more than that he was
and helped drive an exhausted Wil- viewed Kennedy as a tax-cutting con- young and that he died young.
liam Manchester, the family-appointed frre. Ted Cruz, as Hogan points out, I had come to the library to recon-
chronicler of the assassination, into a got on board this train of thought in nect with a small piece of personal his-
hospital. 2013. I suspect that my father would tory, the missing half of an epistolary
Hogans thoroughly researched book have remained cheerfully impervious exchange. At home, for fty-ve years,
is aware of the bullying that accom- to it, whereas I nd myself making use Ive kept a letter sent to me, in the sum-
panied the familys memorialization of the argument from time to time, not mer of 1962, with a four-cent Project
of the President (a relentless war just to win a political point but to feel Mercury stamp, by the Kennedy White
against countermemories or alterna- further ensnared by those seductions House. It was signed by Special Assis-
tive narratives), but he tends to beat of Camelot that a half century before tant to the President Ralph A. Dun-
a guilty retreat from any barrage of I covertly craved and loyally resisted. gan, the man, in Hogans Afterlife,
irony or skepticism as soon as hes whose White House oce became the
launched it. The spell that Mrs. Ken- o reconnect with Kennedy at this spot from which Kennedys family and
nedy casts at the funeral (the very per-
sonication of strength and grace under
T long temporal remove, one still
needs to go to Boston, from which his
aides worked red-eyed through the
nights in order to plan all aspects of
pressure, of dignity, nobility, and maj- image was rst projected, and where, the presidents funeral. On July 20,
esty, of gallantry and composure, of even now, it receives its most active 1962, Dungan assured me that Ken-
duty and self-sacrice) never breaks and serious freshenings. The chief nedy was always appreciative of the
for long, and no threnody goes un- monument to J.F.K., more important interest of those boys and girls who
sounded: In Bolivia, people every- than all those built or renamed in the write to him, and enclosed a partial
where wept openly. rst decade of family-directed fealty transcript of the Presidents recent press
The most useful portion of this Af- the myriad schools, the space center, conference, to clarify [my] understand-
terlife is Hogans sine-curving of three the airport, the performing-arts cen- ing of the Presidents position.
historical waves that have carried Ken- teris his Presidential Library and I had evidently complained about
nedys memory through the past fty- Museum. After a period of surprising Kennedys urging Americans to sup-
four years. Jackie-sanctioned reverence resistance by the residents of already port the Supreme Court decisions even
remained largely intact for most of overbuilt Cambridge, the library even- when we might not agree with them.
the decade after Dallas, giving rise tually opened in Columbia Point, in The decision in question was Engel v.
to everything from Schlesingers and the Dorchester section of Boston, Vitale. On June 25th, the Court had
Sorensens reverent reconstructions to in 1979. The I. M. Pei design, jut- ruled the New York State Regents
Clare Barness lovely book on Kenne- ting toward the ocean, dominates the prayerwhich public-school students
dys scrimshaw collection. Then came coastline, and even in sunny weather recited voluntarily, generally after the
the revisionists, with pertinent ques- winds tear across a plaza near the Pledge of Allegianceto be an imper-
tions about Kennedys foreign-policy visitors entrance. On the April morn- missible intrusion of church upon state.
failures, domestic hesitations, and pri- ing I visited, the entire place was lashed At his press conference, the President
vate morals. Hogan doesnt deny the with rain. dodged the issue of constitutional
legitimacy of their work but does cluck Inside, Stacey Bredho, the muse- amendments that might overturn the
over the way they seemed to sprout ums curator, led me into a room where Courts ruling, but suggested that
like mushrooms from the dank soil of some of the one hundred objects for a Americans pray more at home and in
American politics. (From what ground centenary exhibition were being pre- church: That power is very much open
did the hagiographic lilies spring?) pared. It seemed a sort of Pointillist, to us.
If revisionism had, by 1990, nearly inductive assemblage, some of the items The library has an Engel v. Vitale
shattered the idealized image of Ken- political and others personal, includ- subject le of citizen mail whose con-
nedy, both it and a third wave of post- ing an assortment of J.F.K.s neckties tents generally range from the icy (I
revisionism ended up being, to a great and pieces of the scrimshaw that hate to think that you are acting like
extent, beside the point. As polls made brought forth a whole book. If the gath- Pontuis Pilot) to the venomous: Your
clear, public opinion remained largely ering conveys a dierent impression of support of the Supreme Court in put-
indierent to what scholars and pun- Kennedy from the one made by the ting God out of our public Schools,
dits had to say. Even revelations of museums permanent display, its per- and putting the Niger in our schools,
the Presidents Olympian indelities haps, Bredho said, a sense of his am- is truly the most disgusting thing I
were assimilated into the legend, in- bition. The leather, unwheeled suit- have heard yet. My own handwrit-
fusing it with a priapic, pop-cultural case he used on his pre-Presidential ten letter has survived, improbably
vigor. travels lay on a table next to a ag from enough, in Box 1709 of an alphabet-
Among the ideological waverings PT-109. A spokesperson for the Ken- ical Name File, inside a folder marked
of Kennedys reputation, one nds a nedy Library Foundation, in the room MALLO, where far-ung Mallons
conservative regard rst being test- with me and Bredho, said that knowl- variously praise the President on Cuba,
driven in speeches by Ronald Reagan, edge of the President among the mu- urge the impeachment of Earl War-
who focussed on J.F.K.s Cold War- seums youngest visitors sometimes con- ren, and excoriate the proposed wheat
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 85
sale to the Soviet Union: Our mor- Even the local aspect of Engel v. Vi-
tal enemy is in dire trouble so we prop talethe plaintis and the defendant
him up. How idiotic! Only the con- were from New Hyde Park, right on
text they provide makes me look less the other side of Stewart Manors main
belligerent: streetseems unlikely to have impelled
111 Dover Parkway my letter. What I hear in it, actually, is
Stewart Manor, L.I. my fathers extollings of Barry Gold-
June 28, 1962
water, who by that point had (tempo-
President Kennedy rarily) replaced Nixon in his political
White House aections. The Conscience of a Con-
Washington D.C. servative was on a shelf in our house,
perhaps even next to John Fitzgerald
Mr. President:
Kennedy: Youngest President, which
I was very disappointed when at your news I had bought at the school book fair,
conference (June 27) you talked in favor of its title no doubt appealing to my na-
abolishing the prayer we say in our fth grade
class every morning. scent political careerism. I dont think
I feel that the Supreme Court made a very my father had much interest in the Re-
grave mistake abolishing this prayer and that gents prayer, but I was already accus-
you made a very bad error supporting them. tomed to his inveighings against the
If the country cant pray in public how come Supreme Court, absorbing them in the
In God We Trust is written on our money
which circulates openly, and daily. course of our sunny and secure lial
This is your administrations most terrible romance.
mistake. I do, however, have to reckon with
Yours truly, my use of Yours truly, a closing that,
Tom Mallon I remember being taught, was less for-
mal and businesslike than Sincerely.
Not even Dear Mr. President! The And while I didnt go so far as to call
dudgeon and scolding are such that, myself Tommy, I didnt use Thomas,
had my pen not reached the bottom- either. As if employing a secret dou-
right corner of the page, I no doubt ble password, I believe I was signal-
would have added yet after most ter- ling to the President that, despite my
rible mistake. The Glenn and Car- indignationand even at the risk of
penter space ights, epochal events for betraying my fatherwe were friends.
me, had both occurred in the past few Underneath all that fustian, I can in fact
months, but I was cutting Kennedy no nd something attributable to John F.
slack on their account. The whole lit- Kennedy, to a climactic line of his Con-
tle screed, based on a misapprehension vention acceptance speech: I am say-
(Kennedy was not supporting the ing to you that my decisions on every
Courts decision per se), shows a sti public policy will be my own, as an
anger. American, as a Democrat, and as a
Did the nunsthe ones who gave free man.
public-school pupils like me religious I recall the words as a thrilling rhe-
instruction each Wednesday after- torical experience of parallelism, triad,
noonput us up to this protest? I and crescendo, no matter that I didnt
doubt it. They would not have felt yet know those terms. A latter-day
much fervor for the anodyne haste of parse leaves the sentence looking
the Regents prayer. (Here it is, in its slightly osurely, to preserve the
entirety: Almighty God, we acknowl- ascent in importance, Democrat
edge our dependence upon Thee, and should precede Americanbut it
we beg Thy blessings upon us, our lives in my memory as the single most
parents, our teachers and our Coun- resonant piece of Kennedy oratory,
try.) For another thing, the letters beyond the syllogism of the missile-
date, June 28th, indicates that we were crisis speech or the empathetic exer-
already free of the nuns: Kennedys cise proposed in the civil-rights ad-
televised press conference occurred dress. Here I am, lambasting the Pres-
during the rst week of my summer ident as a fth grader, an unregistered
vacation. I had nothing but rug-rat Republican, and a free man, a sense
leisure to watch the afternoon broad- of myself that even now, after decades
cast all on my own. of identity politics and bitter political
86 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017
disappointment, feels ineradicable. noting that the yet unborn children
And I know that it came, in some mea- of the world will remember you as one
sure, from the Boston-accented voice who helped to eliminate the evil of the
my father used to mock. atomic bomb. She does not remem-
ber writing the letteris astonished
efore the nine-thirty school bell that its turned upbut the circum-
B rang on April 12, 1961, Phyllis
Mindell called me up to her desk to
stances of its composition remain vivid.
It was occasioned by Kennedys hav-
ask if I knew what happened today. ing reached an agreement on the lim-
I said that Franklin Roosevelt had ited nuclear-test-ban treaty with the
died sixteen years ago. That this was Soviets, on July 25th.
the fact I answered withrather than At the time, Phyllis was twenty-six
the hundredth anniversary of the ring and had been married to Marvin Min-
upon Fort Sumter, then being com- dell, an engineer, for almost ve years.
memorated in newspapers and mag- She had once miscarried, and the cou-
azinesindicates to me that she was ple were reluctant to bring children
right about my political ambitions: into a world that seemed on the brink
Presidents were more important than of nuclear extinction. But the late
events. summer of 63 appeared to be the be-
No, Mrs. Mindell replied, with ex- ginning of a more promising time,
citement. I mean what happened with the test-ban treaty and the March
todaythis morning. The Soviet Union on Washington. They made a small
put a man into space. contribution to the Southern Chris-
The World-Telegram was an eve- tian Leadership Conference that sea-
ning paper, and I hadnt heard the news son, and Phyllis now tends to think
about Yuri Gagarins orbital ight. of the whole period as being more
Oh? was, I believe, all I said. Could the King era. But her memories of
she really be seeing this as good news? Kennedy remain warm, if unblinkered.
To me, the space race was more about You can be a sane man and have feet
the Cold War than about wonder, and of clay, she says. In the end, thats
I was immeasurably distressed by what our problem, and we have to gure
I took to be a denitive American de- out how to sort that out.
feat. I walked back to my desk as if I Newly hopeful, Phyllis again be-
were having one of my Khrushchev came pregnant late in October, 1963,
dreams; he sometimes made personal on a trip that she and Marvin took
appearances, angry and accusatory, to Rome. Back on Long Island, she
during my slumbers. miscarried the baby on the morning
On April 12th of this yeara week of November 22nd. She learned of
after my trip to Boston and fty-six Kennedys assassination later that day,
years to the day after she gave me the from the weeping woman who had
news about the Soviets leap into or- come to take care of her and had heard
bitI have lunch with Phyllis Min- the news on the radio.
dell, now eighty, an active and accom- By 1966, Phyllis had given birth to
plished widow with thick, stylish white two sons. One of them, David Min-
hair, if no longer the Jackie Kennedy dell, an M.I.T. professor, is an impor-
clothes she jokes about once having tant theorist of space exploration and
favored. We talk about the vagaries a leading scholar of the Apollo lunar-
of memory and wonder if she did not, landing program. The political victory
after all, assign her students to watch that that eort provided will eventu-
the Kennedy-Nixon debates, since she ally be a paltry thing compared with
and her husband did not own a tele- the actual human transcendence that
vision, a decision whose cultural pre- it initiated, however tfully so far. Proj-
tentiousness she now laughs at. ect Apollo seems to me, even at this
We also talk about a letter that she removeand surely in the fullness of
wrote, in 1963, to John F. Kennedy, one timewhat mattered most about John F.
that I was able to nd through an ar- Kennedys life. It was he who commit-
chivists search of the Name File at the ted us to it, six weeks after Professor
J.F.K. library. In it, she thanks the Pres- Mindells mother made me look to the
ident for being a sane man, before sky with a sti upper lip.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 87
lowers gathered to see him fulll his
BOOKS promise to y up to Heaven. Instead,
he was committed to a lunatic asy-
FLY AWAY
lum, and became immortalized in a
ditty sung by the novels schoolchil-
dren: Bedward jump, and Bedward
A new novel of the sacred and the profane in backlands Jamaica. bruck him neck! In Augustown,
however, Bedward the ying preacher,
BY LAURA MILLER buoyed up by the faith of his con-
gregation, really can y, and, tethered
by a team of deacons, he enters his
church bobbing like a Macys Thanks-
giving Day Parade balloon. Ma Tay
can swear to this, because when she
was a girl she saw this feat with her
own eyes.
Augustown doesnt match the ste-
reotype of a poets novelthat is, it
isnt introspective, replete with long
passages of description, and scant of
plot. Instead, it is stued with the
characters and stories of hardscrab-
ble Augustown, a former hamlet on
the outskirts of St. Andrew founded
by slaves freed in 1838. (It bears, as an
introductory note explains, an un-
canny resemblance to the real village
of August Town, which was absorbed
into the sprawl of Kingston.) The
chapters tell of the ying preacher,
but also the histories of Ma Tay; her
brainy niece, Gina; Clarky, a Rasta-
farian fruit vender bullied by police-
men; a young gang leader who hides
a cache of weapons under Ma Tays
house; the auent light-skinned prin-
cipal of Kaias primary school; and
Mr. Saint-Josephs, a teacher at that
school who triggers what Jamaicans
call an autoclaps, or catastrophe,
I n his poem sequence The Cartog-
rapher Tries to Map a Way to Zion,
the Jamaican writer Kei Miller has a
The richness and heft that is lost
in the making of ocial accounts of
the world is one of Millers favorite
when, in a t of pique, he cuts o
Kaias dreadlocks.
Rastaman engage the title character themes. Another of his poems spec- Like Jane Austens Emma, Au-
in a debate. The cartographer explains ulates that a law the British Empire gustown is a village novel, and, even
his work: established on how to handle mer- if (unlike Emma) it wears its poli-
maids (in essence: turn them into co- tics on its sleeve, it exemplies the
What I do is science. I show
the earth as it is, without bias.
lonial subjects) led the marvellous belief that everything you want to
I never fall in love. I never get involved creatures to withdraw from all fur- know about human beings can be
with the muddy aairs of land. ther contact with the human race. In found in an overlooked, out-of-the-
his novel Augustown (Pantheon), way little community, as long you
But the Rastaman has his doubts:
his third, a canny old blind woman pay it sucient attention. Further-
. . . draw me a map of what you see named Ma Tay tells her grand- more, as the novels mysterious, dis-
then I will draw a map of what you nephew Kaia the story of Alexander embodied, and omniscient narrator
never see Bedward, a Baptist preacher in the explains from a perch somewhere in
and guess me whose map will be
bigger than whose? parish of St. Andrew, outside Kings- the sky above Augustown, Each day
Guess me whose map will tell the ton. As history would have it, in 1920 contains much more than its own
larger truth? a large assembly of Bedwards fol- hours, or minutes, or seconds. In fact,
it would be no exaggeration to say
Kei Millers story-stuffed Augustown resists the stereotypes of the poets novel. that every day contains all of history.
88 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 ILLUSTRATION BY KEITH NEGLEY
The day during which the novels the Nazirite tradition of the Hebrew cans have found themselves in some
main action takes place, the day of Bible, never to let a blade touch version of a conversation that Ma
the autoclaps, is April 11, 1982, but their heads. But, to Mr. Saint-Josephs, Tays niece has with her rich white
the roots of what happens on that Kaias dreads arent emblems of faith; boyfriend. What am I supposed to
day go far back. they make him into some dirty lit- do about it, Gina? he asks. Find
Where the poets touch in Au- tle African from the bush, and sit- every striking person on this island
gustown becomes detectable is in ting right there in front of me, so that have less money than my fam-
the novels epigrammatic concision brazen with his hairstyle. The teacher ily does and say sorry to them? Im
and in the loping, conversational ca- understands nothing, not even the so sorry that Im white. Im so sorry that
dence of so many of its sentences: received wisdom he thinks he re- my father makes a fuckload of money.
Some days have more roads than spects. As part of a strict regimen Im so sorry that I speak good English.
others, and some roads more dis- designed to tamp down the many Would that help?
tance, so that when a woman com- parts of himself hed rather not ac- Augustown isnt without its story-
plains how long the day is, maybe knowledge, Mr. Saint-Josephs starts telling aws. A scene set in the oces
she is counting its roads rather than every day reading two pages each of the colonial authorities in 1920 is
its hours. The barely perceptible from the Bible and from On the stilted and anachronistic; a tantaliz-
Caribbean lilt in Millers prose ex- Origin of Species, although that ing early appearance of one Soft-
erts a hypnotic eect that is one of the two books contradict each other Paw, a gang leader renowned for his
the great pleasures of Augustown, is not a thought that ever occurs to silent footsteps, ends with him slink-
even if every so often he uses it to him. ing away, carrying rucksacks full of
deliver a horror like the story of Ma According to the narrator of Au- guns, never to appear again. (This
Tays blinding. (An enormous rats gustown, Alexander Bedwards sec- reader spent the whole novel wait-
nest burst through her ceiling as she ond-in-command collaborated with ing for him to come back.) But these
lay in bed at night, and the panicked another preacher to write The Prom- are the peripheral stumblings of an
animals gouged her eyes.) This is ised Key, widely regarded as the expansive talent, of a writer stretch-
the language of old-time stories rst book of Rastafari, and a work ing to catch up with his own curios-
things that have never been written deeply inuenced by Bedwards Af- ity and fertility. The center of the
down and that live only in the re- rocentric creed. The preacher, in the novel, Millers portrait of Augustown,
cesses of peoples minds, the nar- alternate, Augustown version of his holds. The wind rustles the bread-
rator tells us. It stands opposed to story, was not a lunatic who tricked fruit trees, the voice of a radio-talk-
the supercilious voices of journal- his ock into thinking that he could show host named Mutty Perkins
ists, ocials, and other mouthpieces teach them how to y back to the echoes from the open windows of
for Babylon, that wondrously ex- motherland but, rather, one of the every house, and the unocial news
ible Jamaican slang term for sys- unsung prophets of a new religion. of the neighborhood spreads in the
temic power. Babylon is, as Ma Tay To say that Bedward really could y usual way: For everyone who gets
describes it, all them things in this isnt merely magic realism, the nar- the story, they want to be the rst to
life that put a heavy stone on the rator admonishes: This is not an- have told someone else, so it goes
heads of people like you and me other story about superstitious island from fence to fence and from phone
all them things that cause we not people and their primitive beliefs. to phone, circling its way around Au-
to rise. No. You dont get o that easy. Rather gustown several times, so that those
Babylon exercises its power di- than ask yourself whether you be- who were the rst to deliver it will
rectly, particularly in the novels vi- lieve it, you may as well stop to con- be satised to receive it again in just
olent climax, but Miller is more con- sider a more urgent question . . . a short space of time from other
cerned with the inner Babylon that whether this story is about the kinds sources, like a gift returned to them.
has seeped unawares into the people of people you have never taken the Then they can say, Yes, man! Is just
of Augustown. Mr. Saint-Josephs, time to believe in. now you hearing? It will never ap-
1
the schoolteacher, is a fallen man Its a tendentious question, espe- pear in any newspaper or history
even before he commits the unfor- cially when addressed to someone book, but it is real.
givable oense of cutting o Kaias who is at that moment reading a novel
dreadlocks. His wife has left him, about such people and nding them Correction of the Week
and every morning this dark-skinned, very easy to believe in. Occasionally, From the Times.
round-faced man looks in the mir- Augustown does lecture, although
ror and persuades himself that he these passages become part of the November 16, 2016
sees a light-skinned, square-jawed emerging revelation of the narrators An Op-Ed article on Monday about the
man, so strong and so desperate is identity. To a non-Jamaican, the novel death of Leonard Cohen rendered Mr. Co-
his belief that he is other than what sometimes gives the impression of hens Hebrew name incorrectly. It is Eliezer
ben Nisan haCohen, not Eliezer ben Natan
he actually is. eavesdropping on a family quarrel, haCohen. It also misstated the title of a Cohen
Rastafarians like Ma Tay and but, then, all family quarrels are in song. It is Im Your Man, not Im in Your
her family make a vow, drawing on some way alike, and many Ameri- Man.
TEMPLES OF SOUND
reminds me of Neuschwanstein, King
Ludwig IIs hilltop castle in Bavaria. Yet
there are no gemtlich touches. The glass
Two spectacular concert halls open in Germany. exterior is cool, undulating, shimmering;
the brick walls below have an industrial,
BY ALEX ROSS almost military look. Far from welcom-
ing you in, the Elbphilharmonie glow-
ers imperiously, as if prepared to repel a
sneak attack on the Hanseatic League.
As expenses and delays mounted, the
ElbphilharmonieElphi, locals call it
was seen in some quarters as an inde-
fensible waste of public money. Since the
opening, in January, much of the ill will
has ebbed away. Every concert has sold
outeven the blind date programs,
about which nothing is divulged in ad-
vance. Each day, thousands of visitors
take tours of public areas within the struc-
ture. The excitement serves as a reminder
that classical music has not lost its ex-
alted position in German culture. Ac-
cording to the German Orchestral As-
sociation, more than eighteen million
people attended classical concerts in the
2015-16 season. The associations direc-
tor noted that this gure was consider-
ably higher than the number of people
who had gone to see soccer games in
Germanys main professional league.
The interior of the Elbphilharmonie
is spectacularly staged. First, you glide
upward on what is billed as the worlds
rst arched escalatora two-and-a-half-
minute ride in a sci--ish white-walled
tube. (The journey has been documented
in dozens of YouTube videos.) You then
oncert-hall design has entered its held the crown for a little while, but its arrive at the plaza level, taking in vertig-
C grand mannerist phase, or, some
might argue, its age of decadence. Two
notoriety was soon eclipsed by that of
the Elbphilharmonie, which took a de-
inous views of city spires and harbor
cranes. Finally, you ascend handsome,
years ago, the sensation of the music world cade to build and consumed eight hun- unadorned oak staircases to either of two
was the Philharmonie de Paris, a silver- dred and sixty-six million euros. The rst halls: a large auditorium or a chamber
and-black cultural spaceship that had billion-dollar hall is not far o. space. The entire place exudes loftiness,
landed in the Parc de la Villette. This The conventional wisdom in Amer- in terms of both height and cultural as-
season, it is the Elbphilharmonie, in Ham- ica is that concert halls have too often piration. Nevertheless, because of public
burg, Germanya brick-and-glass co- seemed like fortresses, and must become funding, tickets are more aordable than
lossus that resembles an avant-garde ocean more down to earth. Such is not the phi- they are at the Met or the New York
liner docked in the citys harbor. The new losophy guiding the Elbphilharmonie, Philharmonic. Youngsters in sweatshirts
European halls seem to be competing which was designed by the Swiss rm and jeans mingle with the burghers.
with one another to see which can run of Herzog & de Meuron. It towers three The large hall, which holds around
up the most staggering bills and gener- hundred and thirty-ve feet above the twenty-one hundred people, follows the
ate the most outraged headlines. With a ground, the concert-hall portion of the now fashionable vineyard plan: as at
price tag of three hundred and ninety-one complex resting atop a massive brick the Paris Philharmonie, the Berlin Phil-
million euros, the Paris Philharmonie warehouse that formerly was used to harmonie, and Disney Hall, in Los An-
geles, the performers occupy the center,
The Elbphilharmonie, in Hamburgs port, resembles an avant-garde ocean liner. surrounded by terraced rings of seats.
90 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 ILLUSTRATION BY VINCENT MAH
Even at the back of the highest level, you next season, a Telemann festival. If the baritone Roman Trekel and the pianist
are no more than a hundred feet from Elbphilharmonie can sustain its appeal Oliver Pohl gave an all-Schubert program:
the podium. (At Lincoln Centers David over time, it will have conrmed what a meticulous, reserved performance in
Geen Hall, the distance is a hundred the Bavarian tourist industry long ago which the subtlest nuances registered.
and twenty feet.) The dcor is sober and discovered with Ludwigs fairy-tale cas- The next night, Barenboim led the West-
subdued, at least until you get close to tles: that extravagance sometimes pays Eastern Divan in the nal three sympho-
the walls: they are made of plaster and o in the end. nies of Mozart. In the rst half, I sat in
are pockmarked by cavities, bringing to the upper gallery, and felt that I was hear-
mind a beehive or a coral reef. The critic fter two nights in Hamburg, I trav- ing these hyperfamiliar pieces for the rst
Jens Laurson has written that sitting in
the space is like being on the inside of
A elled to Berlin to see the latest ad-
dition to a crowded musical landscape:
time. Each instrument sounded distinctly,
and yet was integrated into a resonant
a gigantic musical animalthe whale Pierre Boulez Saal, a chamber hall just whole. Barenboim used forty strings, which
that swallowed Hamburg. south of the Staatsoper. Boulez Saal is in most venues would have swamped the
The sound is a mild disappointment, the brainchild of the pianist and conduc- winds and the brass, but here the latter
at least on rst encounter. The acousti- tor Daniel Barenboim, who envisioned held their own. Down below, there was a
cian was Yasuhisa Toyota, who has engi- a performance space and a music school slight loss of cohesion and a palpable gain
neered a string of triumphs, including allied with his West-Eastern Divan Or- in visceral impact. The Jupiter Symphony
Disney. His signature achievement has chestra, which brings together musicians lived up to its name, storming in the air.
been to add resonant warmth to the clin- from Christian, Jewish, and Muslim back- Barenboim elicited performances at once
ical clarity that denes so many modern grounds. Unlike the Elbphilharmonie, weighty and vital.
halls. In Hamburg, though, something is the Paris Philharmonie, and many other The modernist master for whom
o. In late April, I saw a performance of high-prole projectsincluding the ren- Boulez Saal is named was a relentless
Mahlers gargantuan Eighth Symphony, ovation of the Staatsoper, which has been critic of classical musics xation on the
with the Hamburg State Philharmonic going on since 2010Boulez Saal went past. Aptly, the halls programming hon-
and two hundred choral singers under up quickly and painlessly. It was built in- ors the present; the inaugural season,
the direction of Eliahu Inbal. This score side a nineteen-fties building that pre- which began in March, has featured the
provides a good acoustical test, its dy- viously housed Staatsoper sets. Frank Iraqi oud player Naseer Shamma, the jazz
namic range running from celestial pia- Gehry, who served as the architect, rst guitarist John McLaughlin, and the Da-
nissimos to apocalyptic thunder. The for- made sketches in 2012, and construction mascus Festival Chamber Players (with
mer oated out beautifully: the utes began in 2014. The total cost for the com- a program of Syrian composers). Classi-
seemed just feet away. The climaxes, alas, plex was a relatively modest thirty-ve cal music has been recast here as a mod-
were a brittle jumble, missing the mel- million euros. ern, global, socially conscious art. The
low blend youd nd in a hall with greater Even if a mediocre hall had resulted, singular element is the Barenboim-Said
resonance. Also, the bass lacked oomph: the avoidance of the usual cultural- Academy, as the educational wing is
when the lower end dug in, the oor- political imbroglio would have been known. Barenboim was a close friend of
boards didnt tremble sympathetically. newsworthy. But Boulez Saal is a mas- the Palestinian-American scholar Ed-
Some of these issues can be addressed terpiece of its kind. It consists of two ward Said, and the West-Eastern Divan
over time, although it is not easy to change elliptical-shaped seating areas, one on arose from their conversations. The acad-
the sound of a nished structure. the ground level and one suspended emys students, who come mostly from
The chamber hall, which seats ve above, each tilted on a dierent axis. The the Middle East and North Africa, re-
hundred and fty, should need few ad- oor of the upper ellipse also curves up ceive not only musical training but also
justments. I saw the pianist Kirill Ger- and down, giving the hall an unxed, a liberal-arts education. Mena Mark
stein play an ambitious and bewitching uctuating prole. As in Disney Hall, Hanna, the academys dean, told me that
program consisting entirely of tudes: bright wood tonesDouglas r, cedar, one class had been discussing motifs of
Liszts Transcendental twelve, three and red oakpredominate. The capac- Orientalism and degeneration in Schoen-
by Scriabin, two by Ligeti, and several ity is six hundred and eighty-two. Lis- bergs textbook Harmonielehre. All this
Gershwin tunes arranged by Earl Wild. teners are never more than fty feet from fullls the institutions Boulezian slogan:
Here the sound was fuller and richer, the musicians, who are often placed at Music for the Thinking Ear.
though still a touch dry. Rippling oak the center of the auditorium. Those in In the fall of 2015, Gehry went to
walls give the auditorium a curious ap- the front row could turn pages, if asked. Boulezs home, in Baden-Baden, bring-
pearance, again vaguely organic. In all, the atmosphere is convivial and ing with him a model of the hall. Boulez
Soon enough, Elphi will be super- unshowy, despite the amboyance of was in poor health, and had only a few
seded by some other Instagrammable Gehrys swooping lines. months to live. Nevertheless, he exam-
wonder. For now, the hall has a chance Toyota again planned the acoustics, ined the model for hours, his eyes alive
to entice the Hamburg public away from and his longtime relationship with with interest. His understanding of sound
the tried and true. Happily, its artistic Gehrythey collaborated not only on was uncanny, and he may have sensed
team has embraced that mission, oer- Disney but also on the New World Cen- that the structure bearing his name would
ing an inventive array of programming, ter, in Miamihas again yielded a mar- take its place among the great concert
including a John Zorn marathon and, vel. On the rst night I was there, the halls of the world.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 91
away from house music, in favor of hip-
POP MUSIC hop and R. & B. This lack of a sup-
port structure meant that there were
MOOD MUSIC
no gatekeepers to please, so the music
became faster, weirder, and more pro-
fane. These aggressively jittery varia-
Jlins operatic dance album. tions on house music took dierent
names, most of whichlike footwork
BY HUA HSU and its predecessors, juke and ghetto
housewere interchangeable. The only
real distinction was what you were using
the music to do: dance with people or
against them.
Until the release of Bangs & Works,
in late 2010, the easiest way to keep
tabs on footwork was either to live on
the South Side of Chicago or to seek
out the music on the Internet. But lis-
tening to tracks on sites like MySpace
or imeem conveyed only half the story.
Watching footwork dance battles on
YouTube helped explain why the music
was so punishingly frenetic: it existed
to serve the dancers. Circles of kids
competed to corkscrew their bodies at
breakneck speeds, and often looked as
though they were tap-dancing across
hot coals. The battles were conversa-
tions between musicians and dancers,
each pushing the other toward more
extreme rhythms. By some estimates,
the most agile dancers could take ve
steps per second, and the blurry qual-
ity of the videos made their moves
seem even more superhuman. The
dance oors welcoming throb had been
reimagined as a series of carefully cho-
reographed pirouettes and stumbles.
People became pure kinetic energy.
Patton admired footwork from afar.
Inas,nFacebook
June, 2010, Jerrilynn Patton sent a
message to Mike Paradi-
a British producer who runs the
whelming sound: a controlled deluge
of skittering snare and kick drums,
bass lines that you feel rather than
She was born and grew up in Gary, In-
diana, about thirty miles from Chicago;
she has a memory of hearing footwork
adventurous electronic-dance-music hear, and a chopped-up sample of the for the rst time when she was four.
label Planet Mu. She had heard that theme from the famous computer She was a curious, introverted student,
Paradinas was putting together a com- game. Paradinas was nearly done with and spent much of her spare time in
pilation of footwork, a niche form of the compilation, and he told her that college making music. In her twenties,
club music that originated in Chicago. she could be on the next one. They unsure of what to do with her life, she
Many of footworks practitioners were kept in touch, and Patton recommended took a job at a steel mill.
surprised at Paradinass plans; they some producers whose music Paradinas Patton used MySpace and Face-
were barely known outside the Mid- had never heard. She also suggested book to connect with producers she
west, and it was hard to imagine that that he name the compilation for one admired, befriending artists like RP
people in Europe had been paying at- of its standout tracks, DJ Troubles Boo and DJ Rashad. At rst, she learned
tention. Patton, who records as Jlin, Bangs & Works. by emulating the greats. She became
shared a track she had been working Chicago dance-music d.j.s and pro- a disciple of Chicagos DJ Roc; her
on, called Tetris Freak. It was a ne ducers often say that, in the nineties, early productions were so indebted to
distillation of footworks at times over- the citys radio stations and clubs turned his style that she was often referred to
as Roc, Jr. Though Gary was less than
Jlins music seems to channel dancers surges of adrenaline and melancholy. an hour from Chicago, the distance
92 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 22, 2017 PHOTOGRAPH BY RYAN LOWRY
proved to be liberating. Dance music focus on the moods that dancers were sputtering rhythm. This is the most en-
has always been utilitarianan excuse trying to exorcise rather than on the chanting aspect of Black Origami
to throw a party, a reason to commune movements of their feet. its willingness to turn anything into a
with strangers. But having little direct beat. There are kick drums and high hats,
engagement with footworks epicen- attons new album, Black Origami, tambourines and claves, handclaps and
ter, particularly its live element, al-
lowed Patton to play around with the
P is an astonishing global exploration
of what drums can do. Each track feels
foot stomps, the staccato stabs of a sing-
ers voice; I also felt as if I were hearing
genres structures and dynamics. When like an experiment in a dierent rhyth- the sound of change clattering around
Patton sent Paradinas the songs that mic idiom. Hatshepsut starts o like in a bowl or a car door being slammed,
he included on Bangs & Works Vol. 2, a marching band taking the eld at someone dropping a drum kit down a
in 2011, she had discovered a style of halftime, before a jagged synthesizer ight of stairs.
her own. begins gnawing away at the condent When I rst heard footwork, I thought
One of the most unnerving aspects strut of cymbals and timpani. The of go-go music, and how its laid-back,
of footwork is how it withholds ca- echoes of a Bollywood score run through call-and-response funk jams never really
tharsis. Drums and samples stutter re- Kyanite. The squalling synthesizers caught on outside of Washington, D.C.
peatedly, like a gas stove that sparks and open spaces of Never Created, There are plenty of regional styles that
but never lights. It can feel relentless, Never Destroyed call to mind contem- never travel the world, and footwork has
uptight, spooky, and desperate; you porary hip-hop production, except that no doubt benetted from releases such
dont nod along so much as try to nd no booming payo ever arrives. I kept as the Bangs & Works compilations,
your path through a maelstrom of way hearing Tone-Locs Wild Thing in and from the Internets capacity for mak-
too many snares and high hats. Sam- the festive opening seconds of Nya- ing faraway subcultures seem both mys-
ples are sped up to a surreal, chipmunk kinyua Rise; but then the song coiled terious and digestible. Thanks to artists
whir or slowed down to a dirgelike into a erce, tribal stomp, its slivered like Patton, who regard footwork from
pace, at times clashing with the furi- vocals at war with one another. a loving remove, the genre continues to
ous rhythms. But theres something Many people argue that weve ex- mutate. Some of my favorite music of
hypnotic about the sound of dierent hausted the possibilities of the human the past few years has explored what hap-
rhythms coming together on a track. voice, and that this has led pop artists to pens when you take a prexisting model
The music and the dancing can feel tinker with digital processing. Listening and build it with dierent materials; the
wildly free, or aspirational, as though to Black Origami, I wondered if the producers Foodman and SELA., for ex-
its up to the rest of the world to catch same could ever be said about rhythm. I ample, imagine an intersection between
up to their speed and vision. keep returning to the album, because it footwork and blissful, dreamy pop.
In 2015, Planet Mu released Pattons keeps me o balance. A song begins with Pattons music has ended up in un-
dbut album, Dark Energy. She had a steady rhythm, and then its parts rear- expected places. The designer Rick
internalized footworks sensibility, that range themselves into something fren- Owens used one of her early songs,
of the controlled freak-out, and turned zied and nightmarish. Nothing is where Erotic Heat, for his 2014 runway show.
it into something dierent. Her music you expect it to be. Holy Childa col- This October, she will collaborate with
was dense and operatic, based less on laboration with the minimalist composer the British choreographer Wayne Mc-
the hectic energy of sampling and more William Basinskiseems austere and Gregor for his companys latest work,
on immense, moody swells of synthe- slow, as a womans chants are tracked by Autobiography. But success has also
sizer. Her chattering drum patterns sparse, muted drumrolls. Her voice is brought her to places shes always be-
verged on claustrophobia-inducing. slowly stretched apart, then reinserted longed. Last summer, she performed
The music seemed to respond to surges alongside a massing riot of snares and at the Pitchfork Festival. It was her
of adrenaline and melancholy, and to kicks, until it becomes its own kind of rst time playing in Chicago.
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