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o social encounter delights ian shirt often favored by men Dr. Dave went as far as blaming
me more than meeting a doc- who’ve flipped off the system, he our prescription-opioid epidemic on
tor at a cocktail party. In blamed his foreshortened career on the questionnaires, which sounded
clinical settings, doctors tend to be what he termed, with patent distaste, like the kind of cocktail-party medi-
guarded and aloof. Catch one with a “consumer-driven medicine.” cal chatter whose reliability seems
whiskey in hand, though, and you The situation, he said, was this. questionable in the sober light of day,
might ind yourself in possession of all About a decade ago, hospitals began until later research showed that many
sorts of inside information. Among distributing patient-satisfaction ques- experts agreed with him, including
the nuggets I’ve gathered in this fash- tionnaires designed by the Depart- one doctor who linked the scourge, in
ion are: that salt and butter aren’t re- ment of Health and Human Servic- an article for the Boston Globe, to the
ally bad for you; that nicotine is a es. In 2010, the Affordable Care Act “era of patient-satisfaction surveys.”
marvelous antidepressant; that veg- linked Medicare reimbursements to a To Dr. Dave, though, there was a
ans are no healthier than the rest of set of quality-of-care measurements larger issue: the creeping usurpation
us; and that early cancer screening that included patient-satisfaction of his authority by people who hadn’t
may be pointless, since many small scores. A few years before, Dr. Dave a clue about his craft, let alone the
tumors vanish on their own and some had left private practice in part be- workings of their own insides. Here
grow so slowly that their human hosts cause insurers were paying solo doc- he was, a highly skilled practitioner
will die before they do major harm. tors less than big hospitals. At the who’d once replaced a child’s missing
Some of this may be inaccurate, per- hospital, he felt pressure from ad- ear by growing tissue on the child’s
haps, but most of it is worth repeating ministrators to keep his scores up. own head and then delicately har-
at other parties. This meant catering to his patients’ vesting and shaping it, being cri-
Last May, at a party in Las Vegas, whims, and sometimes to their neu- tiqued by laymen, by amateurs, whose
I found myself chatting with a sur- roses and addictions. As “a slave to only qualiication to judge his work
geon, the type of doctor I most idol- opinion,” he found himself ordering was having ears. It was crazy. It was
ize. Along with fighter pilots, sur- unnecessary tests to head off com- upside down. In the name of empow-
geons represent to me the pinnacle plaints from anxious, demanding ering the patient, the physician had
of courage, self-mastery, and inde- types. He continued to treat people been diminished, deposed, degraded.
pendence. They are the elite of the after they were well. He also grew re- “When you go to a Starbucks,
elite. This one, however, whom I’ll luctant to give advice that, though you’re pretty sure whether you got a
call Dr. Dave, felt deeply disgruntled medically sound, might cause of- good cup of coffee,” said Dr. Dave.
and unappreciated. He assured me fense. Once, when he urged a patient “But if you have your appendix taken
that these feelings were common in to lose weight, Dr. Dave was accused out, you only know what kind of job
his ield—he had been a head and of calling him fat. Then there were they did by whether the scar is pret-
neck surgeon who specialized in fa- the patients whose aches and pains ty.” He took a sip of his drink and
cial reconstructions—and were part he diagnosed as symptoms of depres- shook his head as if to wish his old
of the reason he’d retired early. sion. They sometimes took umbrage, profession good riddance. His Hawai-
Dressed in the kind of loud Hawai- driving down his grades. ian shirt blazed with annoyance. I felt
EASY CHAIR 5
for him. Thirty-ive years of training thing new/profound with form · Re- Ezra Pound defined literature as
and experience thwarted by our belief viewer enthuses “news that stays news.” I’d offer a less
that the customer is always right, B
elegant definition. It’s complexity
even if the customer is stupid or ad- (8.5/8/7.5) mostly positive that stays complex. In engineering
dicted to prescription narcotics. Compelling content and competent terms, it’s holistic and synergistic. In
form, or visa versa · Flawed in a way human terms, it’s heroic, like sur-
M
y sympathy for Dr. Dave that brings the book down but gery. It’s a feat of stupendous risk
turned into something more doesn’t destroy it and dificulty that, because it so of-
immediate the other day, ten comes to nothing after taking
when a notiication appeared on my You get the picture. one’s all, can only be made worth-
desktop, from where I’m not quite sure. The rubric, I sensed, was the while by the prospect of glory and
My wife, I think. As an active Twitter work of committee; it had that ag- prestige. But this is not the era of
user, she’s often the irst in our house- gregated, averaged ring. It was also, prestige. This is the day of the
hold to hear the bells toll. Sometimes, to my mind, utter nonsense. Years letter-grading locust.
as in this case, they toll for me. “Intro- ago, when I wrote a regular book
I
ducing Book Marks,” the announce- column for New York magazine, I of- f this all sounds a bit elitist, it
ment read, “Lit Hub’s ‘Rotten Toma- ten found it hard to characterize my might be worth asking who actu-
toes’ for Books”: own reviews. My raves had tricky ally beneits from digital popu-
undertows, my pans had silver lin- lism. Does it really help readers to
Book Marks will showcase critics from ings, and the mixed reviews, which take the complexity of the reading
the most important and active outlets outnumbered the others, skittered experience and reduce it to a number,
of literary journalism in America, ag-
gregating reviews from over seventy
all over the place, pure monkey complete with decimal point? Proba-
sources—newspapers, magazines, and mind. Book reviewing, as I con- bly not, but it will certainly help Am-
websites—and averaging them into a ceived of it and strove to practice it, azon, and anyone else who seeks to
letter grade. was chiely descriptive, not evalua- make a proit, by treating books as es-
tive, and what it described was not sentially fungible and squeezing the
As a novelist and book critic my- the book itself but my encounter writers, editors, and publishers who
self, I found this exuberant procla- with the book. It tried to make make them. After all, if my publisher
mation jarring, partly because of its manifest the act of reading in some- refuses to make my latest novel avail-
stilted rhythms, which didn’t instill thing like the way that travel writ- able on Kindle at a steep discount,
much faith in the ability of Lit Hub’s ing dramatizes journeys. It wasn’t there’s no need to buy it at price from
staff to showcase, aggregate, and av- scorekeeping. It wasn’t grading. It your local independent; just ind an-
erage the critical prose of anyone—if didn’t break down into 8’s and 8.5’s. other 8.5—God willing—to down-
such tasks even required thought When my mother, God rest her load for a dollar.
rather than brute digital force. I also soul, was nearing forty, a spell of reli- Similarly, the primary beneiciaries of
detested the publication’s name, gious fervor overtook her. It came Dr. Dave’s patient-satisfaction surveys
which reminded me of GrubHub, the without warning, like a tick-borne ill- are not patients but insurers—both
site that delivers meals to your front ness. She hunkered down in our den government insurers and the private
door. “Lit” rankled, too. So breezy with a strange volume that purported insurance companies that follow
and diminishing, like calling San to unlock the secrets of ancient Medicare’s lead in setting rates. Low
Francisco “Frisco.” And letter grades? prophecy by assigning numerical val- ratings allow them to save money by
Those are for book reports, not ues to Hebrew letters. Her mania cutting their payments to providers,
books. How would they be generat- scared me and didn’t last long, luckily, creating the pressure that had pushed
ed, anyway? Through what process of but her eyes shone wildly while it did. him into retirement.
distillation and dehydration could re- The notion that language can be con- In our age of incessant disruption
views of varying lengths and styles, verted into math and math into from below, with elites being toppled
some of them rich in wit, presum- meaning is pure hermetic madness, on every side—in journalism, in com-
ably, and shimmering with connota- the alchemical essence of delusion. merce, in politics, and now in medi-
tive subtlety, be turned into little But at Lit Hub, it’s policy. It’s princi- cine, it seems—the battle cry is “Pow-
easy-to-swallow pills? ple. The site has many worthy features, er to the people,” but the spoils have a
In a tone of cheerful full disclo- from author interviews to essays, but way of flowing to the middlemen.
sure apparently intended to disarm the grading business undermines it all. Thus, the great political populist of
skeptics, Lit Hub offered a so-called Works of literature are among the our time, the man who promises to
grading rubric. It fascinated me, most intricate and elusive of human save us from all the corrupt politi-
with its odd, futuristic sensibility of artifacts, the crudest of which re- cians who have sold our country to
silicon humanism. quires more creativity than twenty corporate interests, is just another bil-
trillion acts of aggregation. A site lionaire businessman, a man whose
A created to celebrate them now aimed chief qualiication seems to be that he
(10/9.5/9) totally positive to reduce them to an alphabetic lacks the technocrat’s competence
Compelling content · Does some- omega point. and expertise.
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ometime
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The Museum of
Also on View Modern Art
11 West 53 Street
Manhattan
Nan Goldin: The Ballad of Allianz is a partner of contemporary
art at MoMA.
moma.org
Sanctuary, a painting by Jules de Balincourt, whose work was on view in May at Victoria Miro, in London.
mitted that the only signiicant increase in N.P.I. less homophobic than their forebears. “Whatever
scores over the past three decades has been we have been doing in our socialization of chil-
among female college students—which might be dren,” Arnett wrote, “we should keep doing it.”
a good thing, if agreeing with statements such as Behind the paywalls, psychologists squabble
“I like to take responsibility for making decisions” over sample size and the validity of certain mea-
represents an increase in agency. sures; terms are deined and redeined. Such argu-
Jeffrey Jensen Arnett, a social psychologist who ments are part of the work of social science, and
has been one of the foremost critics of the Gen- indeed of any science. Yet analyses of the mil-
eration Me theory, has argued that the current lennial narcissism epidemic often proceed not
crop of young people are in fact more conscious of by engaging the dificult questions of how and
their relation to others, more generous and empa- why we diagnose the selishness of others, or why
thetic, than any before them. In 2013, in the there is so much disagreement in the ield, but
journal Emerging Adulthood, Arnett debunked anecdote by anecdote, recounting the accumu-
Twenge’s taxonometric methodology and her in- lated moments in which others display a selish-
terpretation of her results, and marshaled statistics ness that is surely different from, surely somehow
that, he argued, show millennials to be increas- worse than our own. If Arnett is right, the story
ingly other-centered: car accidents and crime have of the narcissism epidemic is back where it began,
declined, volunteerism is up, and teen pregnancy in Ovid’s pool in the forest. To call it myth,
is down. Millennials are less racist, less sexist, and however, is not to dismiss it. Any monster that
READINGS 13
© THE ARTIST/SIGNATURES
“Open Fields,” a photograph by Guillaume Amat, whose work was on view last year at Les Rencontres de la Photographie, in Arles, France.
seems so real must speak some truth. The ques- down. There is a parade, with a marching band,
tion is not only whether we’re getting any horses, and motorcycles. Allison arrives in a limo,
closer to the empirical evidence we exclaiming, “I’m the coolest person ever.” Midway
crave, but why we crave it so acutely. through the party a drunk friend throws up, and
one of the most likely careers for people heavily In the city every day
invested in projecting a false self is psychology. There is sun at three to
Themselves often children of cold and selfish Be eaten at the tavern like
parents, therapists develop, from a young age, Brave potatoes on Sacramento
“special sensitivity to the unconscious signals A vestibule of gender to look
manifesting the needs of others” and a strong At friends and wonder over
motivation to employ this skill to manipulate Zippers in unordinary places
people—under the mask of empathy. “Who else,” An updated lash for songs
Miller writes, “without this previous history, would To be sung on machines
muster suficient interest to spend the whole day We drag to bed
trying to discover what is happening in other
people’s unconscious?” The book is widely consid-
READINGS 15
© THE ARTIST. COURTESY THE ARTIST AND SPERONE WESTWATER, NEW YORK CITY
Inside Outside, a painting incorporating postcards, by William Wegman, whose work was on view in April at Sperone Westwater, in New
York City.
techniques were developed by this very same ield rately, “This is how I am, sometimes,” or “Sadly,
with the secrets to selling us what we then believe this is what I do.”
we need. To cope with the pressure, we study the But if you do at least some of these things,
internet’s translations of therapeutic psychology, maybe college students studying psychology are
and are taught to think positive thoughts. To re- a sample that represents us after all. Maybe it’s
lax, we take BuzzFeed personality quizzes, as if to no wonder that prophecies of an epidemic of self-
scratch enjoyment out of the very kinds of mea- regard should feel so true, and that we should
surements that determine our success, and even at fetishize a warm, mutual empathy at the same
the bar, we sit down and speak of our progress time as we click and click to get the next hit of
toward mental health—“I think I really igured it objectivity. After her episode of My Super Sweet
out”—and diagnose our family members and lov- 16 aired, Allison wasn’t sent to a remote, poverty-
ers and friends. And every reality-TV show offers stricken village to suffer for her narcissism; she
a chance to watch what others do while under went to the University of Miami to get
observation, how narcissistic they look under the a B.A. in psychology.
pressure to compete, to assert themselves, in situ-
ations only a little more surveilled and surreal than
our own. For a moment, we get to pretend that
A t some point, because of “the biases that
plague self-report measures,” the authors of The
Allison’s performance doesn’t resemble ours. Narcissism Epidemic began counting words. Writ-
Or you don’t do all these things; one hopes you ing “I” corresponds to self-centeredness, they
don’t. If the prophets weren’t sure we’re using “I” asserted, and writing “we” corresponds to other-
too much, your writer would say, more accu- centeredness. They found exactly what they were
READINGS 17
she always wore, being a pet. She then towed The pig’s owner replied that pigs are intelli-
the fellow to safety. gent, more intelligent than dogs, but they are
The newspaper, which was a reliable one, not omniscient.
maintained this story to be true. Later, the re-
31
porter mischievously posed this question: Would
the pig have rescued the man if she had known The Lord wants to give a dinner party but
that he and his companions had just enjoyed a can never come up with twelve guests.
picnic of ham sandwiches? Whatever steward He has at the time sug-
gests many names, but the Lord can’t get excit-
ed about any of them.
At least the menu was determined long ago.
There would be a mixture of ifty pure chemicals—
sugar, amino and fatty acids, vitamins and minerals,
[Hazards] all made from rocks, air, and water, without any
killing at all.
GRAVEYARD SHIFT
53
From work-related fatalities reported to the Occupa- Jack and Pat were in their seventies now and
tional Safety and Health Administration since 2014. had no pets, although they had had several in the
course of their days, mostly dogs, but once a bird
as well. Their most remarkable dog, Jack and Pat
Worker died after falling into cement mixer. said, was a pit bull, Peggy. She was the sweetest,
Worker died after falling into vat of boiling water smartest dog, they said.
and oil. This was long ago. The boy they adopted as an
Worker killed after being pulled through wood- infant is in his thirties now. When they brought
chipping machine. the baby home, Peggy was curious about him and
Worker trimming palm tree killed when tree protective and adoring in a way Jack and Pat
collapsed. increasingly found to be alarming. Jack, a physi-
Worker mowing grass choked on low-lying tree. cian, decided that for everyone’s peace of mind,
Worker inspecting bridge swept away by water Peggy should be put down. From the pharmacy
and drowned. at the hospital where he worked, he procured a
Worker fatally engulfed by soybeans. large amount of expired Valium. The plan was to
Worker fatally crushed under 800-pound hay bale. mix the crushed Valium with a pound of ground
Worker fatally crushed by log pile. sirloin. Ground sirloin was Peggy’s favorite food.
Worker fatally crushed by falling concrete slab. When she was a very good dog she received it,
Worker fatally crushed by robotic arm. and Peggy knew that when it was presented to
Worker died after becoming caught in dough her she had been a very good dog or for one
mixer. reason or another had pleased Jack and Pat.
Worker died after becoming trapped inside Jack and Pat discussed at length the sad ne-
walk-in freezer. cessity of putting Peggy down for everyone’s
Worker asphyxiated when clothing became peace of mind, but when the moment came,
caught in motor driveshaft of bowling-lane Jack could not bring himself to lace the ground
pinsetter. sirloin with the crushed Valium. Nor could Pat
Worker struck and killed by discharging ire perform this act. Peggy was a good dog, she
extinguisher. would not harm their little child.
Worker struck and killed by glass tabletop Relieved to have made their decision, Jack and
blown from balcony by high winds. Pat illed Peggy’s bowl with the untainted meat
Worker struck and killed by tape measure that and placed it before her.
fell from skyscraper. But Peggy would not touch it. She gazed at it,
Worker struck and killed by gondola car that then gazed at Jack and Pat and left the room.
fell from amusement-park ride. Sometimes, for years, when Jack and Pat had
Worker electrocuted while servicing arcade friends over for dinner or cards, they would put
vending machine. a bowl of ground sirloin before Peggy and she
Worker died after contracting lesh-eating bacteria. would never touch it. Of course the story was told
Worker killed by bees nesting in air-conditioning again and again. The guests were always amazed.
unit.
Worker installing home-security system fatal-
73
ly shot.
The Lord was living with a great colony of bats
in a cave. Two boys with BB guns found the cave
[Advice]
[Inventory]
LEAVES OF GRASSFED
SOMETHING ABOUT
EATING From “Manly Health and Training, with Off-hand
Hints Toward Their Conditions,” an article published
by Walt Whitman in 1858 under the pseudonym
By Robert Walser (1878–1956), from Girlfriends, Mose Velsor. It was reprinted by the Walt Whitman
Ghosts, and Other Stories, a collection that will be Quarterly Review in the Winter/Spring 2016 issue.
published next month by NYRB Classics. Translated
from the German by Tom Whalen.
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[Relection]
[Letter] LOTION
COCK AND BALL By Simone White, from Of Being Dispersed, a collect-
STORY ion of poetry that was published in May by Futurepoem
Books. White’s previous collection is Unrest.
From Jay to Bee, a collection of letters by Janet
Frame (1924–2004) to William Theophilus Brown,
a painter, and published in May by Counterpoint.
Frame was the author of thirteen novels. This let-
I came upon some unfamiliar lotion* and be-
gan to think.
ter was written at Yaddo, a writers' colony, on Let us suppose that lotion begins with principles
January 8, 1970.
of emulsion, which we know about from food mak-
ing. The best lotions are made from what you can
D ear Bill,
(Breakfast: choice of cereal, raisins, wheat
eat: fats pressed from the olive and the avocado;
kernels, seeds, and germs of shea, palm, peanut,
almond, primrose, sunlower, saflower, wheat; even
germ. Orange juice. Eggs anyhow. Coffee. the unlikely peach; even the apricot; the weird oils
Toast, etc.) (O blubber of whale, O America) lanolin and jo-
Already I’ve begun my countdown of dinners— joba; fragrant essence of lavender, rose, lemon, sage.
only so many left! They’re an ordeal. I just can’t When applied to skin in their unprocessed form,
bear dining in the presence of authorities. Every- any of these—all—naturally begin to rot.
thing is so formal, everybody so bloody well- I do not wash my head every day unless I have
behaved, and after dinner we seem to be ex- been swimming, which I don’t do often, as I live
pected to sit and make conversation. So far I in New York and do not swim for exercise. Of a
haven’t said a word—oh yes I said one or two last winter’s morning when I take off my hat, it is
night and regretted them immediately. I almost thrilling and also repulsive to perceive a signal
spoke at dinner when the discussion was about odor of black womanhood, rancid oil on the scalp,
repairing cars and washing machines and so on, an odor lodged in memory quite near the smell of
the cost, the shoddy workmanship . . . and every- lightly singed hair, distinct from the smell of hair
one had spoken—after all, the topic is not intel- and skin chemically burned or “cured” by lye.
lectually demanding and even babies might be Anyone who has ever been inside a hair salon
expected to speak a line . . . and I had in mind my frequented by black women knows this trinity of
experience of inserting a new ball cock into my odors. Anyone who has ever been near a black
plumbing at home, and so, with heart beating fast woman knows it. (See footnote.)
at the contemplation of my daring, I framed, Indeed, just the other day, because I care for my
mentally, my opening sentence—“I once spent own hair and skin, I took the unusual step of wash-
all day putting in a new ball cock”—but every ing and ironing my hair before beginning an or-
time an opportunity came for me to contribute I dinary day of errands, study, and writing.
panicked and said nothing and so the Yaddo meal Because it was a cold fall day, instead of twisting
table never heard of my indelicate experience. my hair into a knot and securing it with pins, as is
Later, as we sat in the anteroom, with everyone my usual practice on a workday, it occurred to me
talking except me, I spoke a sentence. The topic to rest both hair and scalp by wearing a wool news-
was Marisol, whom someone described as a dis- boy cap. Carelessly, I shoved my hair under a hat.
concerting person because she would go to a
*
party and sit and never speak all evening. I mur- This excellent product was manufactured by the com-
mured, too softly for anyone to hear, “There’s a pany of an old and dear friend, now a successful entre-
preneur whose ventures include a mini–hair salon set
description of her in that article on the Tenth discreetly behind a curtain in a shop otherwise devoted to
Street Painters.” the sale of lotions, shampoos, and other beauty products.
“What? What? What did you say? What? Of course, lotion occurs at an intersection of blackness
What? What?” and the market. Lotion and the practices it invokes—
Oh my God! I didn’t have the courage to speak simple acts of living such as becoming wet or dry, ingesting
or covering oneself in stuff of life—is the undressed and
another sentence, so I just mumbled and blushed feminine doppelgänger of an imaginary space almost com-
and resolved never to speak again. pletely illed by black music, which dominates every at-
(Dinner: Pork chops, applesauce, whipped tempt to materialize black imagination. That is, to bring
potatoes, caulilower, brussels sprouts, carrots. the materially improved self and world into existence.
Lotion proposes roughness, a core condition prone to
Indian pudding and ice cream. Coffee and cream.) freaks; it is, in the presence of the corrigible, those who
are in need, a simulacrum of all the suckings-off the
world has ever known.
Photographs from the series Tokyo Parrots, by Yoshinori Mizutani, whose work was on view in June at Festival Photo La Gacilly, in France.
A few loppy curls fell out. These I tucked behind have known better) came out of the john to an-
my ears. The wind was blowing. I could smell the nounce, quite loudly, “Oh my God, what is that
clean burn of my clean hair on Nostrand Avenue. smell? Something is burning!” Well, nothing was
I could smell it on the A train. It felt good to know burning. It was just my hair. Let me remind you
that I was capable of caring for my hair and for that we were in a public toilet, where all manner
myself in this way. Keeping it loose under my cap, of odors proliferate, the least of which, I think, is
I had coaxed my hair back to health, inally, after the smell of scalded shampoo and protein. “I don’t
submitting to the simple, counterintuitive truth think anything is on ire,” I told her,
that it acts better when I keep it straight. This isn’t and went into a stall to pee.
true for everyone, but it is true for me and my par-
ticular hair, known in the literature as type 3c. (Or
it might be 4a.) Black hair in its natural state is
M y toilette is simple and extremely rigorous.
Wash my head once a week. Attend to oral hygiene
delicate, and I haven’t the time to cultivate mine in as frequently as is necessary. (In an age when almost
the necessary way. I am an intellectual and a wom- everyone in the city carries some kind of pack, I
an who must go to work and tend to her own sur- cannot see why we should not have inside our packs
vival. I accept, in my fortieth year, that the work of a toothbrush and loss, at the very least. I like to
caring for my natural hair can, at last, be forgone. have a little peroxide. My mother taught me this
When I come out of the shower or the sea and and her mother taught her: hydrogen peroxide for
people see my hair coiled around my face, they want debriding and killing whatever tries to live in the
to know something about why I do not choose this mouth.) Pedicures twice a month, never resorting
as my default appearance. My sister, my mother, and to chemical removal of skin. I keep my ingernails
my husband do not ask this silly question; they leave short and bare. Frequently, I wear no makeup at all,
me to my business. although if I am feeling old or not very pretty I re-
I got to my university and I walked into the sort to a little kohl and gloss. Bathe no less than
ladies’ room, removing my hat as I entered. A twice a day. Bathing more frequently than this is a
white woman (much older than I am, she should sign of mental illness. Less—for others—is ine.
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I remove hair with enormous frequency, but I deal of money instead of excellent lotion. Always
do not follow the most common or popular Vaseline in a pinch. A dab of olive oil
practices in this regard. I rarely cut the hair on is a quick ix.
my head, for example; I ind that unnecessary.
Since I keep my hair long, it maintains itself in
decent order without the constant trimming
L otion is a palliative. What does it cor-
rect? It corrects ash. What is ash? Ash is a gray
many hairstylists recommend. (See footnote.) In track of evident decay, most striking in contrast
summer, I respect the moderately oppressive with darker skins, brown skins, tend-
governing expectation that I should remove ing to black.
hair under my arms, and from my legs, groin,
and belly. In colder months, I remove hair only
as my lover requests, and reluctantly, since I
A fter bathing, I apply both face and body
lotions. After handwashing, hand lotion. In the
cannot overstate the discomfort and rage I ex- winter, I apply an extra layer of thick, oily cream,
perience each time I subject myself to any varia- too oily for the hands (but good for the thin skin
tion of the bikini wax, a barbaric and bizarre on the shins, which cracks in cold, dry weather),
practice, the basic point of which (removing to my heels and elbows. Sometimes I notice a black
hair from the opening of the vagina and around woman unknown to me, not homeless, whose legs
the clitoris) can be accomplished painlessly with or feet or hands are so ashy that I won-
a thirty-five-dollar pair of electric der whether she has lost her mind.
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E S S A Y
THE ORIGINS
OF SPEECH
In the beginning was Chomsky
By Tom Wolfe
Martian arrived on earth during almost every by the age of twenty-nine had led victories
Chomsky talk on language. against French Royalist forces as well as the
Only wearily could Chomsky endure tradi- Austrians and the Ottoman Empire . . . Alex-
tional linguists who thought ieldwork was es- ander the Great, who had conquered much of
sential and wound up in primitive places, emerg- the Hellenistic world before his thirtieth
ing from the tall grass zipping their pants up. birthday . . . William Wallace, Guardian of
They were like the ordinary lycatchers in Dar- Scotland, who at twenty-seven led the Scots
win’s day coming back from the middle of no- to victory over the British at the Battle of
where with their sacks full of little facts and Stirling Bridge.
buzzing about with their beloved multi-language Charismatic leaders radiate more than simple
fluency. But what difference did it make, know- conidence. They radiate authority. They don’t
ing all those native tongues? Chomsky made it tell jokes or speak ironically, except to
clear he was elevating linguistics to the altitude rebuke—as in “Kindly spare me your ‘originali-
of Plato’s transcendent eternal universals. They, ty.’ ” Irony, like plain humor, invariably turns
not sacks of scattered facts, were the ultimate re- upon some indulgence of human weakness.
ality, the only true objects of knowledge. Be- Charismatic igures show only strength. They
sides, he didn’t enjoy the outdoors, where “the refuse to buckle under in the face of threats, in-
ield” was. He was relocating the ield to Olym- cluding physical threats. They are usually
pus. Not only that, he was giving linguists per- prophets of some new idea or cause.
mission to stay air-conditioned. They wouldn’t Chomsky’s idea of the “language organ” creat-
have to leave the building at all, ever again . . . ed great excitement among young linguists. He
no more trekking off to interview boneheads in made the ield seem loftier, more tightly struc-
stench-humid huts. And here on Olympus, you tured, more scientiic, more conceptual, more
had plumbing. on a Platonic plane, not just a huge heaped-up
Chomsky had a personality and a charisma leaf pile of the data fieldworkers brought in
equal to Georges Cuvier’s in France in the from places one never necessarily heard of be-
early 1800s. Cuvier orchestrated his belliger- fore . . . linguistics would no longer mean work-
ence from sweet reason to outbursts of perfect- ing out in the ield among more breeds of Na—
ly timed and rhetorically elegant fury. In con- er—indigenous peoples . . . than one ever
trast, nothing about Chomsky’s charisma was dreamed existed. Thanks to Chomsky’s success,
elegant. He spoke in a monotone and never linguistics rose from being merely a satellite or-
raised his voice, but his eyes lasered any chal- biting around language studies and became the
lenger with a look of absolute authority. He main event on the cutting edge. . . . The number
wasn’t debating him, he was enduring him. of full, formed departments of linguistics soared,
Something about Chomsky’s unchanging tone as did the numbers of fieldworkers. Fieldwork
I n February of 1967—bango!—Chomsky
shot up clear through the roof of their little
placed the old term “the clerisy.” Zola, Anatole
France, and Octave Mirbeau were the intellectu-
als uppermost in Clemenceau’s mind, but he by
world of linguistics and lit up the sky . . . with no means restricted that honorific to writers.
a 12,000-word excoriation of America’s role in Anyone involved in any way in the arts, politics,
the war in Vietnam entitled “The Responsi- education—even journalism—who discussed the
bility of Intellectuals.” The New York Review Higher Things from an at least vaguely savory so-
of Books, the most fashionable organ of the cialist point of view qualiied. So from the very
New Left in the Vietnam era, published it as a beginning the intellectual was a hard-to-deine, in
special supplement. fact rather blurry, igure who gave off whiffs—at
The piece delivered a shock beyond even least that much, whiffs—of Left-aware politics
Chomsky’s never-modest expectations. From the and alienation of some sort.
very irst paragraph to the last, he tore into the Chomsky proved to be perfect for the role, and
United States’s “capitalist” rulers, its supine press, not just because of his academic charisma. More
its by turns apathetic and pliable important was timing. He knew
intellectuals. He rolled the coun- how to exploit a tremendous
try over like a big soggy log, ex- stroke of luck: another war!—this
posing the rot rot rot rot on the one in a little country in South-
underside. He accused the United east Asia. It was a small war com-
States of “vicious terror bombings pared to World War II, but the
of civilians, perfected as a tech- jolt it gave universities and col-
nique of warfare by the Western leges in America was just as se-
democracies and reaching their vere. The draft had been rein-
culmination in Hiroshima and stated. Male students rose up in
Nagasaki, surely among the most protest and the girls tagged along
unspeakable crimes in history.” with them and faculty members
And Vietnam? “We can hardly avoid asking sang along with them through every last bar of
ourselves to what extent the American people their anthem, “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag”
bear responsibility for the savage American as- (to be replaced two years later with “Give Peace
sault on a largely helpless rural population in a Chance”). In 1967 tremendous pressure, social
Vietnam, still another atrocity in what Asians pressure, began to build up among the intellectu-
see as the ‘Vasco da Gama era’ ”— meaning als to prove they were more than spectators in
imperialist—“of world history. As for those of us the grandstand cheering the brave members of
who stood by in silence and apathy as this catas- the Movement on. The time had come to prove
trophe slowly took shape over the past dozen you were an “activist,” i.e., a brave intellectual
years—on what page of history do we ind our willing to leave the ofice, go to the streets, and
proper place? Only the most insensible can es- take part in antiwar demonstrations. The pres-
cape these questions. . . . sure on igures like Chomsky, who was only
“It is the responsibility of intellectuals,” he thirty-eight, was intense. And he did his part,
said, “to speak the truth and to expose lies. This, left the building, and marched in the most
at least, may seem enough of a truism to pass publicized demonstration of all, the March on
over without comment. Not so, however. For the the Pentagon in 1967. He proved he was the real
modern intellectual, it is not at all obvious.” thing. He got himself arrested and wound up in
This was an angry god raining ire and brim- the same cell with Norman Mailer, who was an
stone down not merely upon worldlings com- “activist” of what was known as the Radical
mitting beastly crimes but also upon the Chic variety. A Radical Chic protester got
anointed angels who had grown soft, corrupt, himself arrested in the late morning or early
and silent to the point of complicity with the afternoon, in mild weather. He was booked and
very forces of Evil it is their sacred duty to pro- released in time to make it to the Electric Cir-
tect mankind from. cus, that year’s New York nightspot of the cen-
It was this rebuke of the intellectuals that tury, and tell war stories. Chomsky cofounded
turned “The Responsibility of Intellectuals” into an organization called Resist and got himself
more than just a provocative essay by an emi- arrested so many times that his wife was afraid
nent linguist. It became an event, an event on MIT would inally get tired of it and can him.
czars ... but no more authorities of any sort ... no all-around genius, and the genius inlated the
public oficials, no police, no army, no courts of solon into a veritable Voltaire, and the verita-
law, no judges, no jailors, no banks—no ble Voltaire inlated the genius of all geniuses
money—no inancial system at all ... in short, no into a philosophical giant . . . Noam Chomsky.
government ... and no social classes, either. The Even in academia it no longer mattered
dream was of a land made up entirely of com- whether one agreed with Chomsky’s scholarly
munes (not terribly different from the hippie or political opinions or not . . . for fame envel-
communes of the United States in the 1960s). oped him like a golden armature.
A dream it was . . . a dream . . . and talk talk The superlatives came pouring forth from
talk it was, and endless theory theory theory, 1967 on. In 1979 a Sunday New York Times
until—¡milagroso! ¡maravilla!—more than half review of Chomsky’s Language and Responsi-
of a major nation, Spain, was taken over by an- bility (Paul Robinson’s “The Chomsky Prob-
archist cooperativas during the first years, lem”) began: “Judged in terms of the power,
1936–1938, of the Spanish Civil War . . . when range, novelty and inluence of his thought,
the Loyalists, as they were known, were in pow- Noam Chomsky is arguably the most impor-
er. In 1939 General Francisco Franco and his tant intellectual alive today.” In 1986, in the
forces crushed the Loyalists in one of their last Arts & Humanities Citation Index, which
strongholds, Barcelona, leading to the memora- tracks how often authors are mentioned in
ble gob-of-guilt-in-your-eye cry, “Where were other authors’ work, Chomsky came in
you when Barcelona fell?” eighth . . . in very fast company . . . the irst
Noam Chomsky, all ten years of him, was in seven were Marx, Lenin, Shakespeare, Aris-
Philadelphia when Barcelona fell. He was so totle, the Bible, Plato, and Freud. The
worked up about it that it was the topic of his Prospect–Foreign Policy world thinkers poll for
irst published article . . . for the student news- 2005 found Chomsky to be the number-one
paper of the Deweyite progressive school he intellectual in the world, with twice the poll-
went to . . . a piece in which he denounced ing numbers of the runner-up (Umberto Eco).
Franco as a fascist. His political outlook— In the New Statesman’s 2006 “Heroes of Our
anarchism—appears to have been set, ixed Time” listings—the heroes being mainly
forever, at that moment. Or perhaps the word ighters for justice and civil rights who had
is pre-ixed . . . pre-ixed in a shtetl in Russia been imprisoned for the Cause, such as Nel-
half a century before he was born. Then, at son Mandela, the Nobel Peace Prize winner
thirty-eight years old, he laced “The Responsi- (1993) who had served twenty-seven years of a
bility of Intellectuals” with so much Marxist life sentence for plotting the violent over-
lingo that people took him to be part of the throw of the South African government, and
ESSAY 29
another Nobel winner, Aung San Suu Kyi, ceaselessly, at an astonishing rate . . . 118 books,
who was under house arrest in Myanmar at with titles such as Manufacturing Consent: The
the time— Chomsky came in seventh. His ar- Political Economy of the Mass Media (coauthored
rests were of the token variety that seldom by Edward S. Herman) . . . Hegemony or Surviv-
caused the miscreant to miss dinner out. But al: America’s Quest for Global Dominance . . .
his status made up for the never-lost time. A Proit over People: Neoliberalism and Global Or-
New Yorker proile of Chomsky in 2003 enti- der . . . Failed States (very much including the
tled “The Devil’s Accountant” called him United States): The Abuse of Power and the As-
“one of the greatest minds of the twentieth sault on Democracy . . . an average of 1.9 books
century and one of the most reviled.” In 2010 per year . . . 271 articles, at a rate of 4.3 per
the Encylopaedia Britannica put him on the year . . . innumerable speaking engagements,
which inally got him out of the building
and onto airplanes and before podiums
far away.
At the same time his output of linguis-
tic papers continued apace, climaxing in
2002 with his and two colleagues’ theory
of recursion. Recursion consists, he said,
of putting one sentence, one thought,
inside another in a series that, theoreti-
cally, could be endless. For example, a
sentence such as “He assumed that now
that her bulbs had burned out, he could
shine and achieve the celebrity he had
always longed for.” Tucked inside the one
thought beginning “He assumed” are four
more thoughts, tucked inside one an-
other: “Her bulbs had burned out,” “He
could shine,” “He could achieve celebri-
ty,” and “He had always longed for celeb-
rity.” So ive thoughts, starting with “He
assumed,” are folded and subfolded inside
twenty-two words . . . recursion . . . On the
face of it, the discovery of recursion was
a historic achievement. Every language
depended upon recursion—every lan-
guage. Recursion was the one capability
that distinguished human thought from
all other forms of cognition . . . recursion
accounted for man’s dominance among
all the animals on the globe.
Recursion! . . . it was not just a theory, it
was a law!—just like Newton’s law of grav-
ity. Objects didn’t fall at one speed in most
of the world . . . but slower in Australia and
faster in the Canary Islands. Gravity was
a law nothing could break. Likewise, re-
cursion! . . . it was a newly discovered law
of life on earth . . . recursion! . . . it was the
sort of thing that could lift one up to a
roster in their book The 100 Most Influential plateau on Olympus alongside Newton, Coper-
Philosophers of All Time, along with Socrates, nicus, Galileo, Darwin, Einstein—
Plato, Aristotle, Con f uciu s, Epictet u s, Noam Chomsky.
St. Thomas Aquinas, Moses Maimonides, Da-
vid Hume, Schopenhauer, Rousseau, Hei-
degger, Sartre . . . in other words, the greatest
B y 2005, Noam Chomsky was lying very
high. In fact, very high barely says it. The man
minds in the history of the world. This wasn’t was . . . in . . . orbit. He had made over an entire
fast company, it was a roster of the immortals. ield of study in his own likeness. He had dis-
In his new role as an eminence, Chomsky covered and, as linguistics’ reigning authority,
hurled thunderbolts at malefactors down below, decreed the Law of Recur—
BY 2005, NOAM CHOMSKY WAS FLYING VERY HIGH. IN FACT, VERY HIGH BARELY
SAYS IT. THE MAN WAS . . . IN . . . ORBIT. HE HAD MADE OVER AN ENTIRE FIELD
OF STUDY IN HIS OWN LIKENESS
in most languages; and second, it was the Pi- was an old-fashioned flycatcher inexplicably
rahã’s own distinctive culture, their unique here in the midst of modern air-conditioned
ways of living, that shaped the language—not armchair linguists with their radiation-bluish
any “language organ,” not any “universal computer-screen pallors and faux-manly open
grammar” or “deep structure” or “language ac- shirts. They never left the computer, much less
quisition device” that Chomsky said all lan- the building. Not to mention Everett’s personal
guages had in common. background . . . he was from a too small, too re-
It was unbelievable, this attack!—because mote, too hot—it averaged one hundred de-
Chomsky remembered the author, Daniel L. Ev- grees from June to September and occasionally
erett, very well. At least twenty years earlier, in hit 115—too dusty, too out-of-it California
the 1980s, Everett had been a visiting scholar at town called Holtville, way down near the Mex-
MIT after working toward a Sc.D. in linguistics ican border. His father was a sometime cowboy
from Brazil’s University of Campinas (Universi- and all-the-time souse and roustabout. He and
dade Estadual de Campinas). He was a starstruck Everett’s mother had gotten married in their
Chomskyite at the time.1 He had an ofice right teens and broke up when Everett was not yet
across the hall from Chomsky himself. In 1983 two years old. When he was eleven, his mother
Everett received his doctorate from Campinas af- was in a restaurant staggering beneath a tray
ter writing his dissertation along devout Chom- full of dirty dishes when she collapsed with a
skyan lines, and he didn’t stop there. In 1986 he crash and died from an aneurysm.
rewrote the dissertation into a 126-page entry in His father returned from time to time and
the Handbook of Amazonian Languages. It was tried to do his best for his son. His “best” con-
very nearly an homage to Chomsky. Now that sisted of the lessons of life he taught him, such
he had his Sc.D. he took periodic breaks in his as taking the boy, who was fourteen at the
work with the Pirahã to teach at Campinas, at time, to a Mexican whorehouse to lose his vir-
the University of Pittsburgh as chairman of the ginity . . . and then banging on the whore’s door
linguistics department, and at the University of and yelling to his son, “Jesus H. Christ, what’s
Manchester in England, where he was professor keeping you?” . . . it being his, Dad’s, turn next.
Helpless, hopeless, the boy went with the low
1
He was. Everett began his academic career in linguis- into the loose louche lysergic life of teenagers in
tics as a full-fledged Chomsky acolyte. His earliest work the 1960s. He had just swallowed some LSD in a
aims to apply the Chomskyan model to Pirahã and
make excuses for when it didn’t quite it. It took years Methodist church—wondering what it would be
for him to realize that his adherence to Chomskyan be- like to experience acid zooms amid the curlicued
liefs was preventing him from deciphering Pirahã. decorations of the sanctuary—when he came
ESSAY 31
upon a beautiful girl named Keren, about his who had preserved a civilization virtually un-
age, with raven hair and ravishing lips. He fell changed for thousands, godknew-how-many
so madly in love—what did it matter that she thousands, of years.
also had a willpower as blindingly bright and They spoke only in the present tense. They
unbending as stainless steel? had virtually no conception of “the future” or
She straightened him out very fast. She turned “the past,” not even words for “tomorrow” and
out to be a real Methodist. Her mother and father “yesterday,” just a word for “other day,” which
were missionaries. She made a convert out of Ev- could mean either one. You couldn’t call them
erett in no time. Like Everett’s own parents, he Stone Age or Bronze Age or Iron Age or any
and Keren got married in their late teens. Keren of the Hard Ages because the Ages were all
revved him up to an evangelical Methodist, and named after the tools prehistoric people made.
they resolved to head out into the world as mis- The Pirahã made none. They were pre-toolers.
sionaries, like Keren’s parents. They underwent They had no conception of making something
several years of intensive linguistic training at today that they could use “other day,” meaning
the Moody Bible Institute in Chicago, founded tomorrow in this case. As a result, they made
by a popular late-nineteenth-century evangelist, no implements of stone or bone or anything
Dwight Moody, and the Summer Institute of else. They made no artifacts at all—with the
Linguistics, headed by a later evangelical Chris- exception of the bow and arrow and a scraping
tian, Ken Pike. These were tough, rigorous acade- tool used to make the arrow. So far no one has
mies, with no fooling around. The Summer been able to figure out how the bow and
IT DAWNED ON DANIEL EVERETT THAT HE HAD COME UPON A PEOPLE WHO HAD
PRESERVED A CIVILIZATION VIRTUALLY UNCHANGED FOR THOUSANDS,
GODKNEW-HOW-MANY THOUSANDS, OF YEARS
Institute’s program included four months of sur- arrow—an artifact if there ever was one—
vival training for life in the jungle, among other became common to the Inuit at the North
dangerous terrains, as well as advanced instruc- Pole, the Chinese in East Asia, to the
tion in various tribal tongues. The purpose of the Indians—er—Native-born in North America,
Moody Institute and the SIL, as the Summer In- and the Pirahã in Brazil.
stitute of Linguistics was called, was to produce Occasionally, some Pirahã would sling to-
missionaries who could convey to prospective gether crude baskets of twigs and leaves. But as
converts the Word—the story of Jesus—in their soon as they delivered the contents, they’d
own languages, anywhere on God’s earth.2 throw the twigs and leaves away. Likewise . . .
Everett had turned out to be such a remark- housing. Only a few domiciles had reached the
ably adept student, the SIL encouraged him to hut level. The rest were lean-tos of branches
see what he could do with the Pirahã, a tribe and leaves. Palm leaves made the best
that lived in isolation way up one of the Ama- rooing—until the next strong wind blew the
zon’s nearly 15,000 tributaries, the Maici River. whole thing down. The Pirahã laughed and
Other missionaries had tried to convert the Pi- laughed and lung together another one . . . here
rahã but could never really learn their language, in the twentieth and twenty-irst centuries.
thanks to highly esoteric constructions in gram- Pirahã was a language with only three vow-
mar, including meaningful glottal stops and els (a, o, i) and eight consonants (p, t, b, g, s, h,
shifts in tone, plus a version consisting solely of k, and x, which is the glottal stop). It was the
bird sounds and whistles . . . to fool smallest and leanest language known. The Pi-
their prey while out hunting. rahã were illiterate—not only lexically but also
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blood for as long as thirty minutes at a time life of the species.’ The Pirahã’s grammar, he
while the human victims sleep. argues, comes from their culture, not from any
Walking barefoot or in lip-lops at night in Pi- pre-existing mental template.”
rahã land was a form of Russian roulette ... and The New Scientist said, “Everett also argues
so the Pirahã had learned to be light sleepers. that the Pirahã language is the inal nail in
Long middle-of-the-night conversations were not the cofin for Noam Chomsky’s hugely inlu-
uncommon, so wary were they ential theory of universal grammar. Although
throughout the midnight hours. this has been modiied considerably since its
the Netherlands, the United States—all of it to- longer. In 2006, MIT’s cognitive science
gether totaling 25,000 words. In Everett’s case, department—not Noam Chomsky’s linguis-
two of the scholars, Michael Tomasello and Ste- tics department—invited Everett to give a lec-
phen Levinson, were afiliated with the presti- ture about the “cultural factors” that made the
gious Max Planck Institute. By no means were Pirahã and their language so exceptional.
their comments—or any others—valentines. Three days beforehand, a diatribe appeared on
They all had their reservations about this and all the Listservs usually reserved for notices
that. So much the better. The big academic pre- about talks to the MIT linguistics community,
sentation paid off. Radio, television, and the calling Everett a shameless out-and-out liar
popular press picked up on it here and abroad. who falsifies evidence to support his claims
Germany’s biggest and most inluential maga- concerning the Pirahã and their language. In
zine, Der Spiegel, said the Pirahã, a “small hunt- fact, says the writer, Everett is so utterly shame-
ing and gathering tribe, with a population of less that he had already written about this
only 310 to 350, has become the center of a rag- small Amazonian tribe twenty years earlier in
ing debate between linguists, anthropologists his doctoral dissertation . . . and is now blithely
and cognitive researchers. Even Noam Chomsky and brazenly contradicting himself whenever
of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology he feels like it. I’m publishing all this ahead of
and Steven Pinker of Harvard University, two of time, says the writer, for fear I and others who
the most inluential theorists on the subject, are see through Everett’s scam will be “cut off” if
still arguing over what it means for the study of we try to expose him at the event itself. In his
human language that the Pirahãs don’t use sub- peroration he says, eyeteeth oozing with irony:
ordinate clauses.” “You, too, can enjoy the spotlight of mass
The British newspaper the Independent ze- media and closet exoticists! Just ind a remote
roed in on recursion. “The Pirahã language has tribe and exploit them for your own fame by
none of [recursion’s] features; every sentence making claims nobody will bother to check!” It
stands alone and refers to a single event. . . . turned out to be by Andrew Nevins, a young,
Professor Everett insists the example of the Pi- newly hired linguist at Harvard. He couldn’t
rahã, because of the impact their peculiar cul- hold it in any longer!
ture has had upon their language and way of Nobody in the used-to-be-seemly ield of lin-
thinking, strikes a devastating blow to Chom- guistics or any other discipline had ever seen a
skian theory. ‘Hypotheses such as universal performance like this before.
grammar are inadequate to account for the Pi- Nevins was at work with two other linguists,
rahã facts because they assume that language David Pesetsky and Cilene Rodrigues, on an
evolution has ceased to be shaped by the social article so long—31,000 words—that it was the
Source photograph of Daniel Everett © José Moré/Chicago Tribune/MCT via Getty Images
Film stills from The Grammar of Happiness courtesy Essential Media and Entertainment ESSAY 35
accompanied by simple audio cues. He was ab- not on the same plane. But now the whole ac-
solutely sure the Pirahã would pass the test. cursèd world was reading The New Yorker. Dan
“They’re going to get this basic pattern. The Pi- Everett, The New Yorker called him, Dan, not
rahã are humans—humans can do this.” Daniel L. Everett . . . in the magazine’s eyes he
Fitch was very open about why he had was an instant folk hero . . . Little Dan standing
come all the way from Scotland into the very up to daunting Dictator Chomsky.
bowels of the Amazon basin: to prove that, In the heading of the article was a photo-
like everybody else, the Pirahã used recur- graph, reprinted many times since, of Everett
sion. At the University of St. Andrews he had submerged up to his neck in the Maici River.
left the building a few times to do ieldwork Only his smiling face is visible. Right near him
on animal behavior, but never for anything but above him is a thirty-ive-or-so-year-old Pi-
even remotely like this: to study an alien tribe rahã sitting in a canoe in his gym shorts. It
of human beings he had never heard of be- became the image that distinguished Everett
fore . . . well beyond the boundary line of civi- from Chomsky. Immersed!—up to his very neck,
lization, law and order, in the rainforests of Everett is . . . immersed in the lives of a tribe of
Brazil’s wild northwest. hitherto unknown Na—er—indigenous peoples
With Everett’s help he set up a site for his ex- in the Amazon’s uncivilized northwest. No
periments, complete with video and audio equip- linguist could help but contrast that with every-
ment. The irst subject was a muscular Pirahã body’s mental picture of Chomsky sitting up
with a bowl-shaped haircut. He high, very high, in an armchair
did nothing but look at the loat- in an air-conditioned ofice at
ing monkey head. He ignored the MIT, spic-and-span . . . he never
audio cues. looks down, only inward. He
“It didn’t look like he was do- never leaves the building except
ing premonitory looking,” i.e., to go to the airport to fly to
trying to sense what the monkey other campuses to receive hon-
might do, Fitch said to Everett. orary degrees . . . more than
“Maybe ask him to point to forty at last count . . . and re-
where he thinks the monkey is main unmuddied by the Maici
going to go.” or any of the other muck of life
“They don’t point,” Everett down below.
said. And they don’t have words for “left” or Not that Everett in any way superseded
“right” or “over there” or any other direction. You Chomsky. He was far too roundly resented for
can’t tell them to go up or down; you have to say that. He was telling academics that they had
something concrete such as “up the river” or wasted half a century by subscribing to
“down the river.” So Everett asked the man if the Chomsky’s doctrine of Universal Grammar.
monkey was going upriver or downriver. Languages might appear wildly different from
The man said, “Monkeys go to the jungle.” one another on the surface, Chomsky had
Fitch has been described as a “tall, patrician taught, but down deep all shared the same
man,” very much the old Ivy League sort. His structure and worked the same way. Aban-
full name is William Tecumseh Sherman doning that Chomskyan irst principle would
Fitch III. He is a direct descendant of William not come easily.
Tecumseh Sherman, the famous Civil War gen- That much was perhaps predictable. But by
eral. But now with Everett in the Amazon basin, now, the early twenty-irst century, the vast ma-
he was sweating, and his brow was beginning to jority of people who thought of themselves as
fold into rivulets between his eyebrows and on intellectuals were atheists. Believers were regard-
either side of his nose. He ran the test again. Af- ed as something slightly worse than hapless
ter several abortive tries, Fitch’s voice took on “a fools. And the lowest breed of believers was the
rising note of panic, ‘If they fail in the recursion evangelical white Believer. There you had Dan-
one—it’s not recursion; I’ve got to stop saying iel Everett. True, he had converted from Christi-
that. I mean embedding. Because, I mean, if he anity to anthropology in the early 1980s—but
can’t get this—’ ” his not merely evangelical but missionary past
In the Amazon basin, the tall patrician is re- was a stain that would never fade away com-
duced to ejaculations such as “Fuck! If I’d had a pletely . . . not in academia.
joystick for him to hunt the monkey!” Even before the term “political correctness”
The New Yorker piece made Chomsky furious. entered the language, linguists and anthropol-
It threw him and his followers into full combat ogists were careful not to characterize any—
mode. He had turned down Colapinto’s request er—indigenous peoples as crude or simple-
for an interview, apparently to position himself minded or inferior in any way. Everett was
as aloof from his challenger. He and Everett were careful and a half. He had come upon the sim-
Racist ... out of that came the modern equiva- Margaret Mead had her adventures among
lent of the Roman Inquisition’s declaring Galileo the Samoans, and Bronislaw Malinowski had
“vehemently suspect of heresy” and placing him his among the Trobriand Islanders. But Ever-
under house arrest for the last eight years of his ett’s adventures among the Pirahã kept blowing
life, making it impossible for him to continue his up into situations too deadly to be written off
study of the universe. But the Inquisition was at as “adventures.”
least wide open about what it was doing. In Ever- There were more immediate ways to die in
ett’s case, putting an end to his life’s work was a the rainforests than anyone who had never lived
clandestine operation. Not long after Colapinto’s there could possibly imagine. The constant
New Yorker article appeared, Everett was in the threat of death gave even Everett’s scholarly ob-
United States teaching at Illinois State Universi- servations a grisly edge . . . especially compared
ty when he got a call from a canary with a Ph.D. to those of linguists who never left their aerated
informing him that a Brazilian government ofices in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
agency known as FUNAI, the Portuguese acro- In the rainforests, mosquitoes transmitting
nym for the National Indian Foundation, was de- dengue fever, yellow fever, chikungunya, and
nying him permission to return to the Pirahã ... malaria rose up by the cloudful from dusk to
on the grounds that what he had written about dawn, as numerous as the oxygen atoms they
them was ... racist. He was dumbfounded. lew through, or so it felt. No matter what pre-
Now he was convinced that the truth squad cautions you took, if you lived there for three
was waging outright war. He began writing a months or more, you were guaranteed infec-
counterattack faster than he had ever written tion by mosquitoes penetrating your skin with
anything in his life. He didn’t know, but their proboscises’ forty-seven cutting edges,
wouldn’t have been surprised to learn, that irst injecting their saliva to prevent the punc-
Nevins, Pesetsky, and Rodrigues were already ture from clotting and then drinking your
at work, converting their online carpet bomb blood at their leisure. The saliva causes the
on LingBuzz into a veritable hecatomb to run itching that follows.
in Language and snuff out Everett’s heresy once Don’t Sleep, There Are Snakes instantly be-
and for all. came a hit and the biggest wallop in the bread-
There was no rushing Language’s editors, basket Noam Chomsky’s hegemony had ever
however. They found the piece too long. By suffered. Everett didn’t so much attack Chom-
the time the squad rewrote the piece . . . and sky’s theory as dismiss it. He spoke of
Language, never in a hurry, edited it . . . and Chomsky’s waning inluence and the mounting
the article, bearing the old LingBuzz title, evidence that Chomsky was wrong when he
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called language “innate.” Language had not were Chomsky’s way of sentencing opponents to
evolved from . . . anything. It was an artifact. Just Oblivion. From now on Everett wouldn’t rate the
as man had taken natural materials, namely, effort it would take to denounce him.
wood and metal, and combined them to create Everett had, as it says in the song, let the
the axe, he had taken natural sounds and put dogs out. Linguists who had kept their doubts
them together in the form of codes represent- and grumbles to themselves were now embold-
ing objects, actions, and, ultimately, thoughts ened to speak out openly.
and calculations—and called the codes words. Michael Tomasello, a psychologist who was
In Don’t Sleep, There Are Snakes, Everett ani- co-director of the Max Planck Institute for
mates his avant-garde theory with the story of Evolutionary Anthropology and one of the
his own thirty years with the Pirahã . . . risking scholars who commented on Everett’s 2005 ar-
death in virtually every conceivable form in ticle in Current Anthropology, had been criti-
the jungle, from malaria to murder to poison to cal of this and that in Chomsky’s theory for
getting swallowed by anacondas. several years. But in 2009, after Everett’s book
National Public Radio read great swaths of was published, he went all out in a paper enti-
the book aloud over their national network tled “Universal Grammar Is Dead” for the
and named it one of the best books of the year. journal Behavioral and Brain Sciences and con-
Reviews in the popular press were uniformly fronted Chomsky head-on: “The idea of a bio-
favorable, even glowing . . . to the point of logically evolved, universal grammar with lin-
blinding . . . as in the Sacramento Book Review: guistic content is a myth.” “Myth” became the
“A genuine and engrossing book that is both new word. Vyvyan Evans of Wales’s Bangor
sharp and intuitive; it closes around you and University expanded it into a book, The Lan-
reaches inside you, controlling your every guage Myth, in 2014. He came right out and
thought and movement as you read it.” It is rejected Chomsky’s and Steven Pinker’s idea
“impossible to forget.” of an innate, natural-born “language instinct.”
Ideally, great wide-eyed romantic acclaim In a blurb, Michael Fortescue of the Universi-
like this should have no effect, except perhaps ty of Copenhagen added, “Evans’ rebuttal of
a negative one, in academia. But when the Chomsky’s Universal Grammar from the per-
truth squad’s 30,000-word “reassessment” inal- spective of Cognitive Linguistics provides an
ly came out in Language, in June of 2009, there excellent antidote to popular textbooks where
was no explosion. The Great Rebuttal just lay it is assumed that the Chomskyan approach to
there, a swollen corpus of objections—cosmic, linguistic theory . . . has somehow been vindi-
small-minded, and everything in between. It cated once and for all.”
didn’t make a sound. The success of Don’t Thanks to Everett, linguists were beginning
Sleep, There Are Snakes had defused it. to breathe life into the words of the
Chomsky and the squad were far from done anti-Chomskyans of the twentieth century who
for, however. They concentrated on the aca- had been written off as cranks or contrarians,
demic press. No academic, in what was still such as Larry Trask, a linguist at England’s Uni-
the Age of Chomsky, was likely to write any versity of Sussex. In 2003, the year after Chom-
gushing review of Everett’s scarlet book. sky announced his Law of Recursion, Trask said
Chomsky and the squad were on the qui vive in an interview, “I have no time for Chomskyan
for anyone who stepped out of line. A profes- theorizing and its associated dogmas of ‘universal
sor of philosophy at King’s College London, grammar.’ This stuff is so much half-baked twad-
David Papineau, wrote a more or less positive dle, more akin to a religious movement than to a
review of Don’t Sleep—only that: “more or scholarly enterprise. I am conident that our suc-
less”—and a member of the truth squad, Da- cessors will look back on UG as a huge waste of
vid Pesetsky, put him in his place. Papineau time. I deeply regret the fact that this sludge at-
didn’t take this as good-hearted collegial ad- tracts so much attention outside linguistics, so
vice. “For people outside of linguistics,” he much so that many non-linguists believe that
said, “it’s rather surprising to ind this kind of Chomskyan theory simply is linguistics . . . and
protection of orthodoxy.” that UG is now an established piece of truth, be-
Three months after Don’t Sleep was published, yond criticism or discussion. The
Chomsky dismissed Everett to the outer darkness truth is entirely otherwise.”
with one of his favorite epithets. In an interview
with Folha de S. Paulo, Brazil’s biggest and most
inluential newspaper, news website, and mobile
I n 2012 Everett published Language: The Cul-
tural Tool, a book spelling out in scholarly detail
news service, Chomsky said Everett “has turned the linguistic material he had tucked in amid
into a charlatan.” A charlatan is a fraud who spe- the tales of death-dodging in Don’t Sleep, There
cializes in showing off knowledge he doesn’t Are Snakes . . . namely, that speech, language, is
have. The epithets (“fraud,” “liar,” “charlatan”) not something that had evolved in Homo sapi-
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He claims, probably incorrectly, it doesn’t “particular computational cognitive system,
matter whether the facts are right or not. I implemented neurally” . . . there is the propo-
mean, even accepting his claims about the sition that Neanderthals could speak . . .
la ng uage in question—Pira hã—tells us but . . . there is no proof . . . we know anatom-
nothing about these topics. The speakers of ically that the Neanderthals’ hyoid bone in
this language, Pirahã speakers, easily learn the throat, essential for Homo sapiens’s
Portuguese, which has all the properties of speech, was in the right place . . . but . . . “hy-
normal languages, and they learn it just as oid morphology, like most other lines of evi-
easily as any other child does, which means dence, is evidently no silver bullet for deter-
they have the same language capacity as mining when human language originated” . . .
anyone else does.” Chomsky and the trio go over aspect after as-
As a result, Everett’s new book didn’t begin pect of language . . . but . . . there is some-
to kick up the ruckus that Don’t Sleep, There thing wrong with every hypothesis . . . they
Are Snakes had. An entirely new world had try to be all-encompassing . . . but . . . in the
been born in linguistics. In effect, Chomsky end any attentive soul reading it realizes that
was announcing—without so much as a quick all 5,000 words were summed up in the very
look back over his shoulder—“Welcome to the irst eleven words of the piece, which read:
Strong Minimalist Thesis, Hierarchically “The evolution of the faculty of
Structured Expression, and Merge.” A regular language largely remains an enigma.”
syllablavalanche had buried the language organ
and the body parts that came with it.
Starting in the 1950s, said Chomsky, whose
A n enigma! A century and a half’s worth
of certiied wise men, if we make Darwin the
own career had started in the 1950s, “there’s starting point—or of bearers of doctoral de-
been a huge explosion of inquiry into lan- grees, in any case—six generations of them
guage. . . . Far more penetrating work is going had devoted their careers to explaining exact-
on into a vastly greater array of theoretical is- ly what language is. After all that time and
sues. . . . Many new topics have been opened. cerebration they had arrived at a conclusion:
The questions that students are working on language is . . . an enigma? Chomsky all by
today could not even be formulated or even himself had spent sixty years on the subject.
imagined half a century ago or, for that mat- He had convinced not only academia but also
ter, much more recently. . . .” They are “con- an awed public that he had the answer. And
sidering more seriously the most fundamental now he was a signatory of a declaration that
question about language, namely, what is it.” language remains . . . an enigma?
What is it? With the help of “the formal sci- “Little enough is known about cognitive
ences,” said Chomsky, we can take on “the system s a nd t hei r neu rologic a l ba si s,”
most basic property of language, namely, that Chomsky had said to John Gliedman back
each language provides an unbounded array” in 1983. “But it does seem that the represen-
of (Chomsky loved “array”) “hierarchically tation and use of language involve specific
structured expressions . . . through some rath- neural structures, though their nature is not
er obscure system of thought that we know is well understood.”
there but we don’t know much It was just a matter of time, he intimated
about it.” then, until empirical research would substanti-
FOUR IN VERSE
By John Ashbery
Introduction by Ben Lerner
II
POETRY 41
in the lanks of winter, before we were on the scene
or were of a responsible age. Sure enough, other young adults
will take our place at the helm. Sure, a bitter pill,
multiple corn dogs, and I ask you. Already Fred Flintstone
was having second thoughts. They arrived in the form of tremendous
cloud barriers, rendering all other life sterile
and attractive. Two more is all you get after we’re outta here.
You saved us once. This is the result, and our resolve.
III
I saw it and no one believed me. The old man wept quietly.
IV
And there was further loose talk in Maida Vale re the kind
of outsiders you can expect now that the yeoman class is inished.
And lo, one went out from them. “Intuit me, Jesus.” And then
the other classes stayed put a certain time before they too set out,
having no permanent idea of the future. Sure enough, supplies
arrived. And were put to good use. But still it was time for more.
The old man wouldn’t hear of it. Said we all had had enough
of it in our youth, were spoiled rotten. Wait, where’s
the evidence of that? If I’m spoiled so be it, but at least let
the aroma of charming decay play over the surfaces. Color me shitfaced
if you must, but repay my obloquy in bright coin.
Otherwise the aims and achievements of one side
will always be parallel to the other, and now I bid you good night.
Thus the score was tallied, heavily.
VI
VII
In Crispy Town
swamp butter, what became our lips,
dear boy . . . old chap, smuggle I mean snuggle
a thank-you note
or my all-night interview, for that matter.
I wonder if my dad’s disk can matter
and yes, she didn’t write poems
and wanted to check on me.
COMMOTION OF THE BIRDS it came from, as the French are wont to do.
It may be that some recognize it
in its new guise—that can be put off
We’re moving right along through the seventeenth century. till another century, when historians
The latter part is ine, much more modern will claim it all happened normally, as a result of history.
than the earlier part. Now we have Restoration Comedy. (The baroque has a way of tumbling out at us
Webster and Shakespeare and Corneille were ine when we thought it had been safely stowed away.
for their time but not modern enough, The classical ignores it, or doesn’t mind too much.
though an improvement over the sixteenth century It has other things on its mind, of lesser import,
of Henry VIII, Lassus and Petrus Christus, who, paradoxically, it turns out.) Still, we are right to grow with it,
seem more modern than their immediate successors, looking forward impatiently to modernism, when
Tyndale, Moroni, and Luca Marenzio among them. everything will work out for the better, somehow.
Often it’s a question of seeming rather than being modern. Until then it’s better to indulge our tastes
Seeming is almost as good as being, sometimes, in whatever feels right for them: this shoe,
and occasionally just as good. Whether it can ever be better that strap, will come to seem useful one day
is a question best left to philosophers when modernism’s thoughtful presence is installed
and others of their ilk, who know things all around, like the remnants of a construction project.
in a way others cannot, even though the things It’s good to be modern if you can stand it.
are often almost the same as the things we know. It’s like being left out in the rain, and coming
We know, for instance, how Carissimi inluenced Charpentier, to understand that you were always this way: modern,
measured propositions with a loop at the end of them wet, abandoned, though with that special intuition
that brings things back to the beginning, only a little that makes you realize you weren’t meant to be
higher up. The loop is Italian, somebody else, for whom the makers
imported to the court of France and irst despised, of modernism will stand inspection
then accepted without any acknowledgment of where even as they wither and fade in today’s glare.
Left: Photograph by Christine Carr. Right: “No. 22,” by Alyssa Minahan © The artist POETRY 43
FEATURETTE
BUT SERIOUSLY
S that one of Si Lewen’s “Ghosts” hangs there. The artist painted about two
hundred of these haunted and haunting igures in a series he began in
2008. He gave me my “Ghost” the irst time we met, at his rest-home condo
near Philadelphia back in the spring of 2013. Si was ninety-four years old then,
a dynamo: a charming and elin man, frail but bubbling with enthusiasm, wry
humor, and unorthodox opinions. He spent his long days in the small second
bedroom of his apartment—he had turned it into a fully functioning, miniature-
size painter’s atelier—working on his canvases, as he had most of his life.
I asked if he had any friends who lived at the facility, and he waved me off.
“Nah! They’re all too old for me—ghosts! Besides, I was always a loner.” In his
German-inlected English, he went on to say, “You know what keeps me going,
Art? CURIOSITY! I want to ind out what I’m going to paint tomorrow!”
I heard that line often in our subsequent phone conversations, though since
early 2014, he has slowed down considerably. Instead of telling me that every
Art Spiegelman is the author of Maus. His essay “To Laugh That We May Not Weep” appeared in the
January 2016 issue of Harper’s Magazine. This essay is an excerpt from his introduction to Si Lewen’s
Parade: An Artist’s Odyssey, which will be published in October by Abrams ComicArts.
This page: Self-portrait by Si Lewen, 1984 (detail)
PORTFOLIO 45
morning, between sleeping and wakefulness, ideas for paintings would start
clamoring for his attention, he has begun reporting that when he wakes up it
takes him quite a while to igure out if he is still here or has already died. He is
an atheist—the son of a highly regarded atheist Yiddish writer and a mother
who was the direct descendant of a famous Hasidic wonder rabbi, the Seer of
Lublin—but Si is the most God-fearing atheist I’ve ever met.
He had been aware of graphic novels and my work before we knew each
other, and in 2011 he talked about the form at the Michener Museum in
Doylestown, Pennsylvania, at an exhibition of drawings from A Journey, a
story in pictures that he drew in the 1960s. He has continually tried to
convince me to become a painter, since “comic books don’t last, but a paint-
ing can be seen and appreciated forever, for centuries after it’s painted!”
A
fter we made contact, I began to appreciate the breadth and depth
of Si’s lifetime of work as well as to learn more about the fraught and
full lifetime that shaped the work. He was born in Lublin, Poland,
on November 8, 1918, just as World War I ended. The family moved to Berlin
when he was almost two to escape Polish anti-Semitism, only to discover the
German variant. Taunted by the German children, and his teacher, as “that
Polish Jewboy,” Si retreated from contact with others, and, by the age of
ive—having been given some paints to occupy him while he was conined in
a Swiss sanatorium when suspected of having tuberculosis—he declared him-
self a painter. Long and repeated visits to Berlin’s art museums with his par-
ents from toddlerhood on were his joy and the core of his education. Si told
me that various paintings had spoken to him, but he wished they had been
hung closer together “so they could talk to each other.” This observation
planted a seed that would come to fruition years later in his mature work.
PORTFOLIO 47
Si Lewen’s
PARADE
an excerpt
50 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 This page and opposite page: panels from the series Millipede, 1963–2007
ways artistically ambitious and aimed to be part of this pantheon, but in
a 1963 interview, when asked what his future plans were, he responded,
“To put one foot in front of the other, as I’ve always done.”
n the early 1960s, Si followed The Parade with another story in drawings,
I A Journey, a work more personal, albeit less universal, than his emotion-
ally resonant Parade. Soon the two books of sequential drawings rather
organically developed into painting sequences on canvas—often incorporat-
ing his developing approach to collage—in a project he called The Procession.
Going well beyond diptychs and triptychs, Si began to produce a very long
“multiptych”—extending imagery from one panel to the next, cinematically
“intercutting” these panels with others in very different styles and moods.
This was his childhood vision of putting museum paintings close together so
they could “talk to each other.” Although The Parade and A Journey are
probably the most overtly narrative series Si ever made, these
serial paintings unabashedly trafic in time as well as space. Put-
ting one image, as well as one foot, in front of the other became
his operating principle.
The long Procession of mostly igurative twenty- by forty-
inch canvases, begun in about 1960, kept growing over the years
until there were more than 1,800 panels. In 1963, The Proces-
sion was joined by another developing series, Centipede, thirty-
six- by forty-eight-inch morphing images that Si intended as
“one hundred feet of continuous, panel-by-panel progression. . . .
A serpentine creature evolving into igures, into landscape,
breaking up into floating rocks, suns, moons, and galaxies,
joining again into perhaps a snake turning into a mountain
range, and on and on.” It quickly outgrew its original name and
was rechristened Millipede—inally expanding to more than
three thousand feet of panels.
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In 1967, Si began withdrawing his work from commercial galleries, and
by 1985, after he oficially proclaimed that “Art is not a Commodity! Art
is Priceless!” his opportunities to be included in museum shows began to
dwindle dramatically. But he still wanted his work to be seen, just not
owned. He tried to set up a system somewhat like a public library that would
“loan” paintings to anyone interested who signed an agreement not to sell
them. He was surprised to ind that other artists didn’t follow his example.
When art is priceless, it is also—as Si was quick to note—worthless.
This pushed him not into retirement but into a torrent of productive
activity that did not abate until 2014. Si plowed under earlier “worth-
less” works and redeployed them in his new ones with impunity—
shuffling, rearranging, and adding to his mostly undated serial paintings.
Images of walking figures,
mountain landscapes, soles
of feet stacked up as if in
concentration-camp barracks,
feathered Indians, dancing ig-
ures, and celestial constella-
tions kept coming up in the
mix. No longer even vestigial-
ly tethered to any style, the
paintings swung between
looming tormented heads and
bubbling, erotic panels of col-
orful biomorphic abstractions.
One short evocative series
called Eva, made in 1994, con-
sists of igure paintings of a
naked woman, often doubled
over in pain. With no indica-
52 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 Paintings from the series Eva, 1994
tion of which side is up in the forty- by forty-inch paintings, no identi-
iable background, and no consecutive numbering, they evoke an adult
creature floating in vitro.
Shortly before moving to the condo where he now lives, Si had abandoned
an epic project of at least 330 pieces, The (Uninished) Odyssey of Si
Lewen, 1918–. It’s an autobiographical work: an assemblage of family
snapshots, occasional printouts from his unpublished memoir, postcards
from his far-flung vacation travels, details from his seventy years of older
paintings directly collaged or sometimes photocopied and extended into
newly painted images, all on twenty- by thirty-inch stretched canvases, like
the dummy pages of an enormous book designed to be placed end to end
across the sky. Some kind of graphic novel, I guess.
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ARROW HEADS
Living in archery
By Reeves Wiedeman
W
hen an Olympic archer between her thumb and index inger. She must hold steady—moving her
readies to shoot, she is star- As she draws, more than forty pounds release point by more than the width of
ing down a distance of sev- of resistance weighs on her ingers and a ballpoint pen would result in a miss.
enty meters—roughly three quarters of back, and her bow stores so much en- This is dificult enough on a good day,
a football ield—and aiming to hit a ergy that if she were to ire without an but arrows are not bullets. They dip un-
circle the size of a CD. An elite archer arrow the bow could break at both der the weight of raindrops and veer in
does not grip her bow tightly, fearing ends. The physical strain is never evi- a gust of wind, which can force an archer
what anxious jitters might do; she at- dent on her face, which remains in to aim entirely off the target, a compen-
taches it to a string that wraps around stern repose as she brings the string sation process that has been referred to
her hand, extends her arm forward, and back to the same spot on her lips as the by the acronym S.W.A.G., which stands
holds the bow in place with the skin shot before and the shot before that. It for Scientiic Wild-Ass Guess. Once an
presses against her mouth, pulling it archer is conident in her position, her
Reeves Wiedeman is a contributing editor of into a frown, as if she were aflicted chest and shoulders will stretch ever so
New York magazine. with a temporary bout of Bell’s palsy. slightly—a moment known as expan-
Photographs from the second round of the U.S. Olympic trials for archery,
58 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 April 17–21, 2016, in Chula Vista, California, by Benjamin Lowy
sion, which is attributed variously to none would recommend trying to this month in Rio de Janeiro. Ar-
breath, a muscular contraction, or a shift shoot an apple off anyone’s head, they chery is in the middle of an unprec-
in blood pressure. At this point, her are conident in their ability to do so edented boom: membership in USA
skeleton is aligned from her left hand, without bloodshed at anything less Archery, the sport’s national govern-
which holds the bow, to her opposite than a hundred yards. ing body, has quadrupled since 2011,
elbow, which is behind her ear. A tiny Or so it should go. “Something isn’t and youth participation has quintu-
mechanical clicker on her bow will snap, right,” Mel Nichols, an Olympic pled. But more shooters means more
letting her know that everything is in its coach, said as he watched Khatuna competition, and because archery is
proper place, and it’s time to let go. Lorig, one of the best archers in the a sport with almost no margin for
When an arrow is loosed, it does world, shoot earlier this year. She had error, both within an individual shot
not ly straight; it wriggles like an eel. just pulled the string to her lips, in- and over a career, Lorig was in danger
From bow to target, it will arc to a duced a frown, and then lowered her of not making the Olympics if she
height of about ten feet, traveling at bow without iring. Lorig is a native of couldn’t get it together.
150 miles per hour, and arrive at its Georgia, a former Soviet republic, and A full minute went by before Lorig
destination in one second. To anyone a ive-time Olympian with three coun- inally loosed an arrow, which missed
standing along its path, a passing ar- tries, most recently the United States. her target, wide right. “If you’re con-
row sounds like a viper hissing as it She has long blond hair and an aqui- ident, you step up there, you shoot,
leaps forward to bite its prey. The ar- line nose that stretches toward her and you’re done,” Nichols said, shak-
cher stands and watches, a portrait of target, and was wearing a skintight ing his head. “That’s either panic or
serenity hiding a tremor, while her Nike T-shirt that was apparently not anxiety, or maybe it’s a little bit of
string bounces back and forth like a skintight enough: she had attached a both.” An elite archer told me that
snapped rubber band. Her bow, still safety pin to keep any loose fabric out the tension between body and mind
attached to her hand, tips gently for- of her string’s path. Lorig took a deep is so great that during a competition
ward, as if genulecting before what is breath, raised her bow again, and held he once lost the feeling in his arms.
almost certainly another well-struck steady for ten seconds. All archers can do is try desperately
bull’s-eye. Olympic archers regularly Lorig was preparing to try out for to keep their thoughts from spinning
split one another’s arrows, and though the Olympics, which will take place entirely out of control.
MISCELLANY 59
T
he Easton Archery Center of tionary, had opened earlier that year, as igured this would be a little cheaper.”
Excellence, which is, by general had Brave, in which a Disney princess (Archers get to reuse their ammo.) Ob-
consensus, the world’s most ex- wields a bow, and the irst Avengers serving a practice, I noticed that the
cellent archery center, sits on eleven of ilm, featuring Hawkeye, whose super- attire among the group was red-state
the 155 acres that make up the U.S. power is the ability to ire a bow with collegiate—a far cry from the bucket
Olympic Training Center in Chula complete disregard for both proper ar- hats and long sleeves worn by archers
Vista, California. To the west of the chery form and the laws of physics. By from other countries—which meant
archery range is a BMX course, and to comparison, archers praise Lawrence’s sneakers, shorts, and bald-eagle belt
the east, beyond several beach-volleyball technique, which she reined over ten buckles holding up American-lag quiv-
courts and a ield for javelin, discus, and hours of training with Lorig. ers. (Backpack quivers are impractical
shot put, is the Lower Otay Reservoir, Now more than 20 million Ameri- for anyone but Errol Flynn.)
home to America’s top rowers. To the cans pick up a bow every year, from Zach Garrett, a twenty-one-year-old
south is Mexico. “You see border patrol hunters to yuppies on Groupon dates. from Missouri who is one of America’s
a lot,” Collin Klimitchek, one of the An archery class I attended in Brooklyn top-ranking male archers, keeps his
ifteen archers, including Lorig, who was largely made up of young couples, hair in a sidelong swoop, his lips in a
live and train at the O.T.C. year-round, plus a middle-aged woman who walked boyish grin, and his Star Wars socks
told me when I visited in February. up to her target and snapped a photo of mismatched—Darth Vader on the left
“There’s been a couple of times when an arrow that had struck the bull’s-eye. and a Stormtrooper on the right. “If I’m
four-wheelers were lying all over the being honest, I got into archery after
place looking for people.” Should I saw the Lord of the Rings,” he said.
Donald Trump become president and ARCHERY WAS THE MOST WATCHED Like most of the resident archers,
his wall prove too expensive, one Garrett moved to the O.T.C. after the
could imagine him asking America’s SPORT ON CABLE IN THE FIRST WEEK 2012 Olympics, and has rarely left
best archers to put their skills to a since. Easton built a dormitory over-
OF THE GAMES. “THE NUMBERS HAVE
more traditional purpose. “Then looking the range—athletes in other
maybe we could get the government BEEN NOTHING LESS THAN HUGE” sports were stuck in older housing
to fund us,” Guy Krueger, one of the elsewhere on the campus—so that
USA Archery coaches, joked. the archers would never be far from
The $29 million archery complex, “For my future ex-boyfriends,” she said. their bows. Six days a week, Garrett and
which opened last October, was built Jay McAninch, the head of the Archery the rest walk to the range around eight
not with taxpayer dollars—the United Trade Association, has seen cultural in the morning and spend most of the
States Olympic Committee is privately booms before—Rambo helped push the next eight hours shooting 300 arrows,
funded—but with the largesse of a foun- rise of bowhunting in the Eighties—but which they keep track of on the type of
dation run by Jim Easton, the CEO of the industry hoped that this time would clicker used by bouncers at popular
Jas D. Easton, the world’s largest archery- be different. In particular, McAninch nightclubs. “Whoa, Hawkeye!” a young
equipment company. Plans for the range wants to avoid the fate of ly-ishing, boy in a football jersey yelled as he
had been in the works since the mid- which saw an explosion in interest after walked by on a tour of the O.T.C. None
2000s, but America isn’t in the business A River Runs Through It until new isher- of the archers reacted. “I thought Lego-
of backing losers, and U.S. archers men realized that buying a rod and wad- las was badass,” Garrett said, referring to
weren’t winning any medals. “If you ers did not transform them into Brad Tolkien’s elf, who once slid down a stair-
don’t medal, you don’t exist,” Krueger Pitt. To help archery retailers cater to case loosing arrows into half a dozen
told me. The archers were left with a the expanding demographic, the A.T.A. orcs. “Now I just stand still and shoot
ield on the southern edge of the O.T.C., recently published an article titled things, so it’s not really as badass.”
even closer to the border, which they “What Motivates the Healthy, Happy, Many of the resident athletes move
shared with the occasional rattlesnake. Hipster Hunter?” to the Easton Center when they might
The team’s performance improved in Guns made bows largely obsolete for otherwise be going off to college,
2012. The men won a silver at the Lon- their intended purpose by the seven- which means that practice, during
don Olympics, and Lorig finished teenth century. (Historians note an which the archers shoot side by side,
fourth—the best result for an Ameri- exception: China, where archers were has the air and humor of a locker
can woman since 1988. More surpris- so highly skilled and well equipped that room without the sweat or any seri-
ing, archery was the most watched they continued to prove useful in bat- ous injuries. When I asked LaNola
sport on cable during the irst week of tling nomads on the open steppe.) It Pritchard why she had a Band-Aid on
the Games, topping even basketball. turned out that many of the archers at her chin, she said that she had a “bow
“The numbers for archery have been the O.T.C. came from hunting back- hickey”—which prompted Chris
nothing less than huge,” Alan Wurtzel, grounds. Klimitchek, who grew up in Webster, a former demolitions expert
an NBC executive, said at the time, rural Texas, said that were he better at in the army who, at thirty-two, was the
speculating that “maybe it’s The Hunger it, he would prefer to shoot a rile, and second-oldest O.T.C. resident after
Games phenomenon.” The irst movie Sean McLaughlin, who moved to the Lorig, to point out that his beard was
in the series, which starred Jennifer O.T.C. with his twin brother, Daniel, going white at the precise spot where
Lawrence as an arrow-linging revolu- said both of them “liked shotgun, but his string touched it.
MISCELLANY 61
three in the Rio Olympics, but the bur Allen, a hunter in Missouri who
women were guaranteed just one spot, sawed off the ends of a recurve and ran
with a chance to qualify a team in the string through a pulley system that
June. After the irst of three U.S. Olym- gave his arrows more speed. The com-
pic trials, held last September, Lorig pound is now the most commonly
was in fourth place. The top rank used bow in America because it is the
belonged to Mackenzie Brown, a choice of hunters, like Paul Ryan, the
twenty-one-year-old from Texas, who Speaker of the House, who once posed
had seen Lorig as one of her role mod- for a Time magazine photo shoot in a
els while she was growing up. They suit and tie with a compound bow at
were now sharing a two-room suite at full draw. (Ryan has taken up restruc-
the O.T.C. One afternoon, as I watched turing the excise tax on arrows as a pet
Zach Garrett shoot, I told him I was cause.) Though compounds aren’t per-
surprised that Lorig had continued to mitted in the Olympics, any type of
stay at the dorms. “See, that’s the bow was allowed in the National In-
thing,” he said, after setting his bow on door Championships, so Lorig was
the ground. “Some of these people who shooting next to a man who looked as
are really good, they don’t have any- if he were trying to bag several deer.
where else to go.” Lorig was off shooting Whatever the bow, all archers aim at
by herself, with her headphones plugged a target with a bull’s-eye, worth ten
in again, blocking out any distraction. points, surrounded by concentric rings,
each worth a decreasing number of
atching an indoor-archery points. In competition, archers shoot
MISCELLANY 63
dollars in my bank account for probably “When they go to competitions, they pseudo-celebrity would give novice
two years.” ly business class!” he said. Given that archers something to aspire to, in the
Every professional archer has a side GE and Apple were unlikely to start same way that young basketball players
hustle. A former O.T.C. resident made sponsoring U.S. archery teams, Lee can dream of a shoe deal with Nike.
extra cash as a stunt double for an epi- hoped for government support. Korean But it was unclear exactly how well he
sode of CSI: Miami, in which someone archers who win an Olympic gold was doing. Some archers suggested that
was murdered by bow and arrow. One medal are awarded a pension for his income had inched into the six
member of the silver-winning 2012 men’s life—Americans get $25,000—while igures, but a friend of Ellison’s told me
Olympic team, Jacob Wukie, found work several European countries give archers his guaranteed sponsorship money was
as a restaurant inspector, and another, do-nothing military jobs. less than half that.
Jake Kaminski, runs an archery company “Brady’s the only one doing it for a Other archery careers never got off
with his wife near their home in Gaines- living,” Chris Webster said. “You know, the ground. One day at the O.T.C., Lorig
ville, Florida, where he was training for the twenty-foot guy on the wall?” He was visited by her son, Levan, with
Rio. Lorig once spent six months driving meant Brady Ellison, who led the whom she had been pregnant at the
a cab in Los Angeles. After coaching American men’s team in 2012 and has 1992 Games. Lorig coached Levan for
Jennifer Lawrence, she had been able to his face emblazoned on a mural in the years, hoping that they might become
recruit a stable of students, but that Easton Center’s lobby. Ellison’s forearm the irst mother–son duo to qualify for a
hardly paid enough to live on. “If not for is covered in tattoos marking his single Olympics in any sport, but Levan
archery, I would probably be married and Olympic appearances in Beijing and broke her heart two years ago, when he
milking the cows in Georgia,” she said London, and he plans to wrap another sold his bow to buy a car. He now had a
with a shrug. After a failed attempt to around his elbow for Rio. Beyond his girlfriend, and hadn’t shot in months.
secure an endorsement deal with Celes- archery talent, Ellison has both the When a friend tried to explain to Lorig
tial Seasonings, which sells a Tension rugged image that appeals to compa- that, for an American child, your twen-
Tamer among its varieties of herbal tea, nies catering to survivalists—he killed ties are a period of exploration rather
Lorig inally landed her irst campaign a bear with a bow when he was than commitment, Lorig couldn’t quite
with a non-archery brand in April: eleven—and a television-friendly per- understand. “He dreams about the
Bridgestone put her in a commercial to sonality: after winning a competition, Olympics,” Lorig said. “But it takes a lot
show how far its tires could go after she he headed for a young woman waiting more than just talk and shooting arrows
pierced one with an arrow. on the sidelines (now his ex-wife), once in ive months. I don’t take off. I
The world’s only true archery salaries grabbed her by the waist, and kissed live here. I live in archery.”
are in Korea, where Coach Lee esti- her, bow still in hand. “I think the
T
mated that two hundred or so archers crowd should be pumped up and cheer- o observe the archery boom’s
receive upwards of $50,000 to compete ing,” he told me. “You win a big tour- grassroots, I went to Balboa
for professional teams sponsored by nament, don’t act like your grandma Park, in the center of San Di-
companies like Hyundai and Samsung. just died.” The hope was that Ellison’s ego, and met several members of the
try it, and then I come walking across That was something I had noticed prospects. Jennifer Lawrence had got-
the bridge and here you are.’ ” in Chula Vista, where the archers were ten good in just ten hours with Lorig,
The man had seen the irst Hunger taut in the forearms and back but did and the actress Geena Davis nearly
Games film. Since then, the group’s not fill out their T-shirts. Olympic qualiied for the 2000 Olympics after
membership has tripled, but Koutz said archers walk four or ive miles a day to two years of practice. If I devoted
the series was just one reason for the retrieve their practice arrows, but myself to archery for the next four
expansion. The club now has a number weight lifting isn’t required. (Some is years, I began to wonder, was a trip to
of soldiers—archery is sometimes used recommended for general itness, and Tokyo in 2020 a possibility?
as a treatment for PTSD—and others to prevent lopsidedness: archers report For answers, I called Hoyt Legal, in
who got into the sport for its meditative that the muscles on their right sides Hopkinton, Massachusetts, and asked for
value. (Zen in the Art of Archery, the are much larger than those on their Thomas Stanwood, a lawyer at the irm.
1953 book by Eugen Herrigel, a German left.) The World Anti-Doping Agency Stanwood had shot compound bows as
philosophy professor, is a foundational administers drug tests to archers, but a child, but then gave up the sport until
text in the mindfulness movement.) most at the O.T.C. couldn’t imagine 2009, when he went to law school and
Koutz is a iftysomething molecular bi- anything having much effect on them. needed a diversion. He picked up a re-
ologist. When we met, she wore ear- “Weed, maybe, to help you relax?” curve for the irst time at thirty-two, and
rings in the shape of the earth, and she Webster suggested. One archer had a month later inished ifth at the 2010
said that when she joined, in 2008, she heard of parents feeding their children Indoor Nationals. Two years after that,
had been one of many people taking to ginseng root to increase focus, which he nearly qualiied for the Olympics. “It’s
the sport as a way to bond with nature. you can read more about in “Effect of not that dificult to get pretty good at
She showed me around the range, Ginseng Preparation for Improvement archery,” Stanwood said. He had an un-
which was set up like a golf course amid of Cerebral Blood Flow in Profession- derstanding boss, an even more
a forest of palm trees and cacti. Once a al Archers.” The only real way to tell understanding wife, and, as of a year ago,
month, the club arranges a series of an archer from a member of the gen- a back yard large enough to fit a
foam targets in animal shapes. “We’ve eral population is to get a good look at seventy-meter range. After dropping
MISCELLANY 65
archery for two years to focus on his legal 1924 to 1972 because the world’s archers pack, while Lorig had dropped to ifth
career, he was now shooting two hours a couldn’t agree on a set of rules. Twenty place, two spots out of Olympic con-
day after work, which was far less than years later, the Olympics introduced a tention. It was ninety degrees, and all
the archers in Chula Vista, but enough head-to-head format; individual match- of the archers wore T-shirts and shorts;
to put him in sixth place after the second es were divided into games, like in ten- to keep the rising sun out of their eyes,
stage of the U.S. Olympic trials in April. nis, to make the competitions more many had attached small pieces of
As for my Tokyo hopes, Stanwood exciting. But this can still be a tough sell paper to their baseball caps. On the
said that, in a matter of months, most to audiences, since even archers need men’s side, Zach Garrett, Brady Elli-
anyone could become a very, very good binocular scopes to tell exactly where son, and Jake Kaminski nabbed the
archer. Becoming an Olympian was a their arrows land—Swarovski scopes three spots to compete in Rio as a
more dificult task, and more dificult to are the bling of the archery world— team and as individuals. Lined up
explain. Stanwood, for starters, seems and on television, it’s impossible to among the women, Lorig was using a
to be something of a savant when it track an arrow’s path. Lucero thought new bow painted like an American
comes to noncardiovascular competi- that perhaps NBC could adopt some- lag, and after several months of disap-
tion: he is a scratch golfer and a pool thing like the glowing puck that was pointing performances, her decades of
shark, and played competitive video briely used to track movement during Olympic experience finally came
games before that became a more lucra- televised hockey games, an idea that is through. She took irst place in a series
tive career than professional archery. largely considered one of the great fol- of elimination matches, beating
“The thing that’s gonna take you to my lies in modern sports television. Brown along the way; by the end, she’d
level is some thing that can’t necessarily (Wurtzel, the same NBC executive leaped into third, behind Brown and
be taught,” he said, comparing iring a who shouted the sport’s praise in 2012, Hye Youn Park, a Korean archer who
bow to an internal symphony whose put the excitement in perspective by received her American citizenship just
movements only work as a whole. “How noting that “archery is the new curl- last year.
do you teach that?” he said. “People ing.”) The qualiication round, which The three advanced to a tournament
have to learn that for themselves.” consists of each archer shooting in Turkey in mid-June—their last chance
seventy-two arrows, is a soporiic pro- to qualify as a team in Rio. During the
“Y
ou’re sick,” Ed Lucero, who cess, and the organizers in London quarterinals, against Ukraine, Lorig
helps run the Easton Center, scheduled the event for the morning was the inal American female archer,
told me when I returned for before the opening ceremony. Archers and she needed a bull’s-eye to stave off
the second night of the National In- ind themselves with a lot of downtime, elimination. She stepped up to shoot,
door Championships. Lucero is some- and during the National Indoor pulled the string against her lips, but
thing of a Don King igure for San Championships, Lorig checked Face- then she hesitated, and lowered her
Diego archery, tasked with promoting book on her phone, played with a dog bow. When she inally ired, her arrow
the sport—he signs his last name that a friend had brought, and inished sailed wide. Mackenzie Brown would be
“Loose-Arrow”—but even he seemed an entire sleeve of Ritz Crackers. Gar- the only American woman going to the
to recognize its limitations. “If you rett’s girlfriend brought him leftovers Games. Lorig’s effort to reach another
have no vested interest, this is terrible from the Cheesecake Factory. milestone had also been thwarted: a
to watch,” he said. “Even parents will As with most eccentrics, American few weeks earlier, two pistol shooters
tell you that after ifty arrows, they’re archers tend to be comfortable with from her native Georgia qualiied as the
falling asleep.” A scan of the bleachers their position on the fringe. They view irst mother–son pair to compete in a
conirmed as much, as did one parent’s most mainstream encroachment with single Olympics.
reaction when an award was given to skepticism, and admit that an activity Before the trials, each of the archers
her child: “Thank God. Now we can often used to relax the mind is not had already begun to face their uncer-
leave.” The most exciting moment likely to become a ixture of sports tain futures. Klimitchek planned to
during the entire three-day event broadcasting. Archery is meant to be enlist in the military; the McLaughlin
came when everyone was startled by a a pursuit, not a performance, and even twins wanted to go to school. Zach Gar-
loud pop: a man had ired without the most impressive shots make for rett had started a stabilizer company
loading an arrow, and his bow snapped. quiet entertainment. All the action with an archer who had a degree in
There was general agreement that happens inside an archer’s head, and aerospace engineering. All felt sure that
more explosions would be good for the until ESPN hooks up archers to a they wanted to move as far away as they
sport. “It would be cool if, when some- brain scanner, there won’t be much for could from life inside the dorms at the
body shot a thirty”—three straight spectators to see. O.T.C. Lorig remained an exception.
bull’s-eyes—“they had ireworks coming That didn’t stop one fan from trying “You look at Khatuna, and longevity’s
out of the target,” Collin Klimitchek to get a better view by lying his drone not really limited to what your body can
suggested. Archery as a spectator sport over the range at the inal U.S. Olym- do,” Garrett said. “It’s limited to how
has been in decline more or less since pic trials, held on Memorial Day in willing you are to put off the rest of your
the eighteenth century; croquet was central Florida. (Oficials forced him life.” Lorig told me that she plans to be
often deemed more interesting to to land it.) The ield had been nar- back for 2020, and beyond. “Of course
watch. Archery was included in several rowed to eight archers of either gender. I’m not quitting,” she said. “I have a
early Olympics, but disappeared from Mackenzie Brown led the women’s goal, and I’m very stubborn.” Q
1 9 2 8
THE GAMES
By John Roberts Tunis
From “The Olympic Games,” which appeared in the August 1928 issue of Harper’s Magazine. The complete essay—along with the magazine’s
entire 166-year archive—is available online at harpers.org/fromthearchive.
ARCHIVE 67
C R I T I C I S M
A
naked man grabs me by the nity that counted him among its mem- fourteenth-century ramparts. On the
lapels and bares his teeth in bers and in its ecumenical incarnation train from Schiphol Airport the an-
frustration. I say naked, when I survives to this day. (“Hieronymus,” in- nouncer placed heavy emphasis on the
mean clad in a skintight nude suit that cidentally, is a Latinization of “Jeroen,” irst syllables, ’S-HER-to-gen-bosch, as
delineates his six-pack and decorously or “Jerome,” Bosch’s patron saint and if to gee himself up for the syllables to
abstracts his genitals in the manner of come. The locals give themselves a
a kids’ action igure. I have been as- break and call it Den Bosch. The focus
saulted by the personiication of An- of the celebrations is Visions of Ge-
ger. I’m probably being paranoid, but nius, an exhibition of Bosch’s work at
the unshakable sense of foreboding the Noordbrabants Museum (which
this gives me derives, as far as I can tell, ended on May 8); Charles de Mooij,
from the suspicion that his little coup the director, has secured seventeen of
de théâtre is so effective because the the surviving twenty-four paintings
guy playing Anger has actually taken attributed (with varying degrees of
against me, can discern in me some- certainty) to Bosch, and nineteen of
thing weak or sinful that he could ex- the surviving twenty works on paper.
ploit as grist for his performance. Ear- Never before— conceivably not even
lier, a jester wearing a boat around his in his lifetime— have so many of
midriff had sniggered at the way I was Bosch’s works been assembled in one
holding my press folder. Maybe I’m not place, all the more impressive an
being paranoid, and the bad feeling achievement given that the Noord-
I’ve had since I walked onstage at the brabants is a small, provincial museum,
Theater aan de Parade—which will in- numbering precisely zero Bosches in its
crease over the course of my stay—is permanent collection.
only an appropriate response. The quid for the Noordbrabants’s
Hieronymus B., Nanine Linning’s im- quo, in the case of the Gallerie
mersive “dance triptych,” is one of more later a favorite subject; in adopting the dell’Accademia in Venice and other
than ninety “fascinating cultural experi- name of his hometown, Bosch was swap- world-class institutions loaning work to
ences” to be staged in and around the ping one toponym for another—Aachen, the exhibition, comes in two forms:
small Dutch city of ’s Hertogenbosch to in Germany, being the birthplace of his restoration and knowledge. With back-
mark 500 years since the death of its ancestors.) From a contract dated to ing from the government, corporate
most famous son. No one knows exactly 1475, which mentions Bosch working partners, and the Getty Foundation, the
when Jeroen van Aken was born, but with his father on a carved altar for the Bosch Research and Conservation Proj-
the date of his funeral mass at St. John’s brotherhood, it’s assumed he was born ect has restored nine of the loans and
Cathedral—August 9, 1516—is record- around 1450. undertaken detailed reflectographic
ed in the archives of the Brotherhood of ’S Hertogenbosch lies roughly ifty analysis, resulting, among other things,
Our Lady, the then-Catholic confrater- miles from Amsterdam, in the south- in the attribution to Bosch of two piec-
erly province of North Brabant. It’s a es hitherto considered to be workshop:
Nat Segnit is the author of Pub Walks in
Underhill Country (Penguin), a novel. His quiet, attractive, prosperous-seeming a drawing, Infernal Landscape, and a
article “Blast from the Past” appeared in the place, with a well-preserved medieval panel fragment, The Temptation of
December 2015 issue of Harper’s Magazine. center inside the remains of its St. Anthony, the latter stored for the past
Facing page: Detail of the right panel, depicting Hell, of The Garden of Earthly Delights, 1490–1500 © Museo
Nacional del Prado, Madrid/Bridgeman Images. All artwork, unless otherwise noted, by Hieronymus Bosch
This page: Sixteenth-century portrait of Bosch, from the Flemish school © Scala/Art Resource, New York City CRITICISM 69
decade in the Nelson-Atkins Museum and Bosch not Spanish, seems abruptly Cathedral, for a look at both the gro-
in Kansas City, Missouri. inappropriate, and I take a big bite of my tesques on the flying buttresses and,
There’s a deal of national and civ- complementary apple pancake to cover beyond the city limits, a sodden polder
ic pride at stake here. The oficial the silence.) The program of ancillary called the Bossche Broek, supposedly
slogan of Jheronimus Bosch 500, events— the “Bosch Experience”— much as it was in Bosch’s time; and
printed on banners luttering from seems designed to reassert a link weak- Bosch by Night, the obligatory son et
the city’s lampposts and on the blue ened by half a millennium of acquisition lumière, in which animated igures from
track tops sported by its crack detail and dispersal, and to carry on reasserting Bosch’s paintings will be projected
of oficial guides, is welkom thuis, it long after the Noordbrabants show against the facades
¸ of four buildings on
jheronimus!—“Welcome home, Hiero- completes its short run. (Until Septem- Markt, the town’s main square.
nymus!” (If it grates that Bosch’s most ber 11, the paintings will be reunited
famous painting, The Garden of Earthly with Earthly Delights at the Prado, in
Delights, is staying put in the Prado, a show that the Spanish, true to form,
none of the infallibly charming and are calling “the most complete and one
diplomatic representatives of JB500 will of the highest quality organized to date.”
admit it. The Spanish are oddly propri- Bienvenido a casa, Jerónimo.)
etary about the painter they refer to as Aside from Hieronymus B., visitors to
El Bosco, perhaps because gruesome Den Bosch in 2016 are promised a Heav-
depictions of Hell remained popular in en and Hell cruise, by open boat along
ultra-Catholic Spain long after they had the canalized River Binnendieze, which
lost their appeal in Northern Europe. runs through and sometimes under-
When I ask Lian Duif, JB500’s director, neath the city center and will in certain
if a loan of The Garden was ever in the subterranean stretches be enhanced
cards, she is categorical. “We didn’t even with 3-D projections of hellire, screech- Many of the events depend, like
ask for it,” she says. “It’s the same as our ing bats, and winged demons; A Won- Hieronymus B., on the animation of
Night Watch—it will never travel.” The drous Climb, a walk up a clanging gan- Bosch’s imagery. (Albinus in Nabokov’s
objection that Rembrandt was Dutch, try staircase to the roof of St. John’s Laughter in the Dark has pretty much the
Top: The left and center panels, depicting Eden and a false Paradise, of The Garden of Earthly
70 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 Delights. Courtesy Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid. Bottom: Detail of the center panel
same idea, to have “some well-known It’s a notion I’ll hear promoted several back, their conspicuous dignity ironized
picture, preferably of the Dutch times over my two visits: Bosch as the by their direction of travel. They’re all
School . . . brought to life.” But then, “his painter of hope. headed the same way. Above, ignored
life ended in disaster.”) The implication, by everyone save an angel kneeling in
I
I guess, being that art is more accessible n the absence of Earthly Delights, prayer, a small and rather ineffectual
when it moves, and the still stuff is for a the star attraction at Visions of Ge- Christ emerges from a pink-and-gold
specialized audience prepared to fork out nius is The Haywain. When I visit cloud, holding up his arms as if to say,
twenty-two euros to get past the security after the show has opened to the public, “Uh, hello? Remember me?” The pro-
guards at the Noordbrabants. In any there are almost as many people crowd- cession to Hell matches the drift of our
case, for the rest of the year the city will ed in front of the triptych as there are interest: it’s no surprise to ind the crowd
assume the status of an upmarket theme depicted in its famously populous cen- that much thicker in front of the right
park based on the bold proposition that tral panel, which is kind of apt given panel. (In the left panel, the Expulsion
insistent and graphic reminders of the what the painting has to say: we’re go- from Eden, the Fall of Man, the Cre-
eternity of torment awaiting all but a ing to Hell. All of us. In hard-edged, ation, and the Fall of the—horrible,
few of us might represent a fun day out high-keyed pinks and blues and yellows, insectoid—Rebel Angels are presented
for all the family. The calculation seems all manner of humanity escort a wagon in vertical succession. Read against the
to be that Bosch’s appeal has long ex- piled high with hay as it trundles, unbe- left-to-right orientation of the central
tended beyond his natural constituency knownst to them, toward damnation. and right panels, the gist here seems to
of museumgoers. I don’t know much As the art historian Walter S. Gibson be that the Creation and Fall were as
about art, but I know I like men farting notes, hay would have been familiar to good as coeval, i.e., that Paradise was
out blackbirds while being eaten alive early-sixteenth-century audiences as a gone in the blink of an eye.)
by blue bird-headed monsters, shod in metaphor both for the worthlessness of You get the sense, talking to some
pewter jugs. material goods and for deceit: “To ‘drive Bosch aicionados, that liking him for his
You can almost hear Ton Rombouts
rubbing his hands. Rombouts, the may-
or of Den Bosch, is smooth in a vaguely
Blairite fashion, well-preserved for
sixty-ive, with the mobile middle of the
practiced politician, accustomed to
multilateral glad-handing. In his wel-
come to the press he trots with exem-
plary freshness through a speech he
must have given a thousand times. The
dificulty of pronouncing ’s Hertogen-
bosch. Its “Burgundic atmosphere.” (For
a period in the ifteenth century, the
Duchy of Brabant was ruled by the dukes
of Burgundy, the legacy of which is, sup-
posedly, the easygoing, café-cultural,
work-to-live joie de vivre that marks the
locals out from the sullen Calvinists
north of the Maas.) The intolerability of
leaving town without trying the local
speciality, the Bossche bol, which, by all
appearances, is nothing other than a
massive proiterole.
The difference this year, of course, is the haywain’ with someone,” he ex- hellscapes and outlandish teratological
Hieronymus, whose beneit to the city plains, “was to mock or cheat him.” imagination is a little non-U; what’s re-
of his birth, Rombouts explains in his Thus the devil and his retinue entice ally interesting are his landscapes and
mostly luent English, can be expressed us with the lie of worldly gain, grabbed depictions of the hermit saints. Whether
not only in tourist “spendings,” welcome at by the peasants and burghers in the you consider this good taste or contrari-
as they may be, but in terms of the les- foreground, who tussle over tufts of anism, there is evidence to suggest that
sons Bosch can teach us in this “time of dried grass like bargain hunters on Black Bosch’s popularity in the sixteenth cen-
fear,” when the seven deadly sins “are Friday. Bottom right, a fat friar sits guz- tury rested on his infernal scenes as
still worrisome topical.” By depicting zling ale as nuns stuff a sack with arm- much as it does today. “People like the
them so vividly, Bosch can help us not fuls of hay purloined from the wagon. dark stuff, they always have,” Richard
capitulate to “hate and greed and fury.” To the left, a pope (identiied by some Charlton-Jones, formerly senior director
If Rombouts has an overriding ambition scholars as the libertine Alexander VI, of old-master paintings at Sotheby’s,
for the Bosch 500 program, it’s that it object of Savonarola’s scorn), an em- London, told me. “If all he’d ever done
will bring “hope, again, to our society.” peror, and his courtiers follow on horse- was pictures of Paradise, the demand
N
lesh. Above, a toad chews on a philan- either of these large-scale let alone the megawattage of doomy
derer’s privates while another naked ig- triptychs is on loan to the music, is likely to prove more fatal to
ure, looking back toward the central Noordbrabants, but fans of them than ours is to us. So no projec-
panel as if there’s been some mistake, is Bosch at his most fanciful may derive tions. It’s a lovely, cloudless day, cold
Detail from the center panel of Temptation of St. Anthony, c. 1500 © RMN-Grand Palais/Art Resource, New York City CRITICISM 73
for what Bosch can
teach us in this time of
fear. What have I done
to deserve this?
Word is that it’s a
jinx. Hieronymus mak-
ing himself known.
Next door to the col-
lapsed building is the
house where he lived as
a child. It’s practically
unharmed, the neigh-
boring structure hav-
ing sheared away
cleanly, leaving the
shared wall exposed
but for some rem-
nants of plasterboard.
(I’m reminded of the
bombed-out second-
story bedroom in Billy
Collins’s poem “Build-
lip-book of nature illustrations. Bosch left the building, which a neighboring ing with Its Face Blown Off,” its wallpa-
takes an orthodox idea—that Hell rep- shop’s CCTV shows collapsing at 10:52. per “exposed to the lightly falling
resents the inversion of the God-given It’s a Saturday night on the corner of snow / as if the room had answered the
natural order—and develops it as an Markt and Hinthamerstraat, a main explosion / wearing only its striped py-
artist might, freely, not by the lights of a drag full of shops and bars and restau- jamas.”) To the extent that any town in
heretical agenda, or under the inluence, rants. Amazingly, no one is hurt. There’s the Netherlands is still Christian, Den
as some have suggested, of the natural an unsubstantiated rumor going around Bosch is notably Catholic, with a sub-
hallucinogen ergot. The “Tree-Man” in that a guy was in the lighting rig at the soil of Marian mystery under its briskly
the Hell panel of The Garden of Earthly time, running tests, and had just pro- secular surface. At a press conference
Delights—hollow tree trunks for legs, jected an image on the building when on the day Bosch by Night was due to
boats for feet, broken egg for a torso the facade
¸ fell off and the interior dis- open, Lian Duif, putting on a brave face,
with a tavern scene going on inside solved into rubble, which if true must is delivering the happy news that the
it—is frightening precisely because of Bosch house is okay, when, precisely on
the deal it strikes between wild inven- the words “is still standing,” a waitress
tion and the sad, instantly identiiable drops a coffee cup and a large stack of
reality of the igure’s near-apologetic crockery goes crashing to the loor. A
facial expression, aimed directly at us. big laugh goes up, tinged with unmis-
We feel pity for a man with a pub in his takable unease. (It’s at this press confer-
guts. (See page 68.) Bosch is frequently ence, incidentally, that I inally get to
funny, as in his tolling bell with human try a Bossche bol. It is nothing other
clappers in the Infernal Landscape draw- than a massive proiterole, which makes
ing, but like other masters of the me wonder if other middling cities on
comic-metamorphic—Saul Steinberg, the make might choose their own
say—he is a moralist, and a baleful one public-domain pastry to supersize and
at that, unwavering in his certainty that have freaked said technician the hell lay claim to, like the four-foot cream
all hope is in vain, that none but the very out. Anyhow, it’s an astounding piece of horn of Gary, Indiana.)
most ascetic will be spared, that the rest bad luck for JB500. You might have The initial plan is to erect a screen in
of us are headed to Hell in a hay cart. thought, having spent nearly nine years front of the disaster site so the light show
preparing your festival, and six months can go ahead—and, of course, so that
F
ive days before Bosch by Night is creating your light show, the one thing the shame of the wreckage can be hid-
meant to start, one of the build- to rely on would be the 400-year-old den from view. At a preview of the
ings to be used as a backdrop building you’re planning to use as a Bosch by Night projections, shown in-
collapses. As in, utterly. At the time of screen. It’s hard not to imagine Mayor doors on the evening of the canceled
writing, it’s still not clear why, but some Rombouts sitting in pressed pajamas on premiere, Mo Assem, one of the young
supericial renovation work was taking the edge of his bed, uncradled receiver animators behind the project, speaks of
place in the optician’s ofice that occu- purring beside him, numb to Mrs. Rom- his team’s inconsolability. “It’s as if our
pied the ground loor. Shortly after ten bouts’s tender hand on his shoulder. My painting is now missing, someone’s de-
that night, the last construction worker tourist spendings, he’s saying. My hopes stroyed it.” Again, at the time of writing,
Top: Photograph of the Bosch by Night projections in ’s Hertogenbosch by Caspar Claasen
Bottom: Detail from Infernal Landscape, date unknown. Courtesy Het Noordbrabants
74 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 Museum, ’s Hertogenbosch, and the Bosch Research and Conservation Project
A man is steering an tive. A painting like The Descent from
overcrowded boat with the Cross, across the way from The Gar-
an outsized wooden den of Earthly Delights in the Prado,
spoon, or would be if he shows Rogier van der Weyden building
weren’t more intent on up tone through the meticulous layering
biting into a spherical of oil glazes, creating, as Nuttall puts it,
cake, suspended like an “this wonderful, glowing, jewel-like per-
apple from a string. An fection” and colors that are “almost
old nun and a friar are porcelain-smooth.” The thinness of
singing along to the las- Bosch’s painting, by contrast, is evident
civious pleasing of a in the former right-hand panel of the
lute. A drunkard vom- Wayfarer triptych, known as Death and
its over the bow under the Miser, wherein traces of underdraw-
the watchful eye of an ing are clearly visible. At some point
eerily diminutive jester, between preparation and painting
perched in the rigging Bosch has evidently decided that the
and sipping from a cup. bag of money in the dying miser’s hand
As Paula Nuttall, an would be better proffered by the nasty
associate lecturer at
the Courtauld Insti-
tute, pointed out when
I met her, “Folly is
equated with sin in this
period. It’s not just, oh,
you’re a bit stupid. Folly
is bad.” Far from the
humanist ideal estab-
lished the other side of
the Alps, Bosch’s Ship
of Fools shares the
late-medieval negativi-
ty of its namesake and
possible source, Das
Narrenschiff (1494), a
verse satire by the Ger-
man poet Sebastian
Brant. Man is not the
measure of all things
but of lust, corruption,
and drunkenness, Vi-
no one is sure when the screen will go truvian Man bent over the handrail,
up, but in the meantime it’s tempting to losing his lunch. A similar defeatism
view the pile of rubble it will eventually might be read into the central panel of
conceal as the Hell panel of a gargan- the Vienna Last Judgment. Compared
tuan triptych. (In the event, the show is with Rogier van der Weyden’s Beaune
shifted two facades
¸ to the right, avoiding Altarpiece, painted at least thirty years
Markt altogether.) earlier, the Judgment’s Christ and the
chosen few entrants to heaven—twelve,
I
leave the disaster site and return to to be precise—take up a tiny portion of
the Noordbrabants. One of the a picture plane mostly given over to an
triumphs of Visions of Genius is in earth indistinguishable from Hell. Righ-
reuniting the fragments of the Wayfarer teousness is a fringe characteristic.
triptych, which, since it was sawn into The case for Bosch as an exemplar of
bits at some point in the eighteenth or the Northern Renaissance—argued,
nineteenth century, have been exhib- without a great deal of evidence, by
ited as separate paintings. Looking at Waldemar Januszczak, in his recent BBC
The Ship of Fools, once part of the left- takedown of Giorgio Vasari—is further
hand panel, it’s remarkable to recall that weakened by the artist’s technical pecu-
Bosch was an almost exact contempo- liarities. Again, the comparison with his
rary of Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). early Netherlandish forebears is instruc-
Left: The Ship of Fools, c. 1500–10 © RMN-Grand Palais/Musée du Louvre/Adrien
Didierjean Right: Death and the Miser, c. 1485–90. Courtesy National Gallery of Art,
Washington, D.C., and the Bosch Research and Conservation Project CRITICISM 75
little demon at his bedside—rendering, just passed, a dilapidated leapit with the tenderness of the landscape in the
incidentally, the composition margin- “secret, bestial” air of Jan van Hogspeuw’s background, rendered in hazy grays and
ally more optimistic. In that millimetric watering hole in Philip Larkin’s “The yellow-green. We are transported even
shift Bosch has given the miser one last Card-Players.” A couple canoodle in the as we are warned; it’s one of the loveli-
chance to repent. est passages of painting in the exhibi-
The emphasis, in much of Bosch’s tion, as subdued and contemplative as
work, is on compositional intricacy, “the a Morandi.
same urge for universality,” in Gibson’s In heavy rain I leave the museum and
phrase, “that we encounter in the walk through Markt on my way to
facade
¸ sculptures of a Gothic ca- the station. Brush and palette in
thedral,” as opposed to the el- hand, August Falise’s 1929
evation of the individual to bronze statue of Bosch turns
godlike gorgeousness. That its back on the fenced-off
said, for all that his escha- disaster site, either in dis-
tological gloom and gust or denying involve-
decorative, unsculp- ment. I have some time
tural iguration locate to kill, but in the rain
Bosch firmly in the the brightly lit shops
Middle Ages, there on Hinthamerstraat—
are elements in his America Today (“The
painting that prefig- College Lifest yle
ure later periods. Gib- Brand”), a sports-shoe
son claims that the store called the Ath-
“iconographical pro- lete’s Foot, in seeming
gramme” of The Garden innocence—are espe-
of Earthly Delights—the cially depressing, and I
giant birds, the profusion retire to a bar on the alto-
of fruit, the guy with a posy get her more gezel l ig
of flowers shoved up his Korenbrugstraat. (“Gezellig” is
backside—plays to the “Renais- a supposedly untranslatable
sance taste for highly original . . . term that seems pretty straightfor-
allegories whose full meaning is ap- ward to translate: it means “cozy,
parent only to a limited audience.” (Oth- welcoming.”) Tapperij Het Veulen is
ers might argue that elaborate pictorial the sort of traditional, dark-wood bru-
cryptography is a deining characteristic incafé where the beer tastes better for
of medieval art.) doorway as a hunched igure voids his the visual impression that you’re sub-
Some of Bosch’s backgrounds an- bladder against the outside wall. A cur merged in it. Even the air looks brown.
ticipate subsequent advances in land- snaps at the wayfarer’s heels. Above, in The place is empty but for a couple of
scape painting. Richard Charlton-Jones a tree, an owl—a igure for evil, not silent men at one end of the bar. I buy
considers Bosch’s landscapes “the most wisdom, and recurrent in Bosch’s a Jupiler and am presented with a bowl
original and overlooked” element in his paintings—aims a hungry gaze at a blue of monkey nuts whose shells I am in-
work. Landscape painting would not tit on a lower branch. (In St. Jerome at structed, I think, to throw on the
become an independent genre until Prayer, on loan from the Museum of loor, not leave on the table. So I sit
later in the sixteenth century; had it Fine Arts in Ghent, recent restoration there, exposed to myself, munching on
existed earlier, Paula Nuttall believes, has disclosed a second, smaller owl nuts as a mess of pitted shell fragments
Bosch might well have been considered lurking in a rocky niche nearby. “Little grows around my feet, aflicted by the
a pioneer. “If you just zoomed in on his owl is looking at the big owl, and the suspicion that I’ve misunderstood,
landscape backgrounds and clipped big owl is looking at you,” explains Ron that I’ve got things exactly the wrong
them into a PowerPoint,” she told me, Spronk, a technical art historian and way round, and some sort of punish-
“you could probably persuade your audi- member of the Bosch Research Project. ment is coming. Q
ence that they were looking at some- “It’s an indirect owl.” That is, big
thing much later.” owl has got your number, and little
Closed, the wings of the Wayfarer owl has his: a mise en abyme of
triptych would have revealed the epon- highly prejudicial surveillance
ymous tondo, now a stand-alone panel that doesn’t do my fragile self-
loaned by the Boijmans van Beuningen composure any favors at all.) We
Museum in Rotterdam. Our ragged pro- are in no doubt as to where the
tagonist, possibly corresponding to wayfarer’s path will lead him, but
Elckerlijc, a Dutch counterpart of Every- the presiding mood of despair is
man, turns to look at the tavern he has lifted, or at least leavened, by the
Top: The Wayfarer, c. 1500 © Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam, the
Netherlands/Bridgeman Images. Bottom: Detail from St. Jerome at Prayer, c. 1500. Courtesy
76 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 Museum of Fine Arts, Ghent, Belgium, and the Bosch Research and Conservation Project
F I C T I O N
FOUR IN PROSE
By Diane Williams
I. II.
THE PERVERTED MESSAGE HAPPY PRESENCE,
TIMELESS INSPIRATION
The sky was roseate at the end of
the day, in the east rather than in the Perhaps the wife is well enough ac-
west—all wrong—when I encountered quainted with her husband’s iner qual-
a mother and her small child who be- ities and with his practical knowledge,
haved as if they believed in each other. his contributions to their welfare. Now
The mother had irregular features if only she would ever smile at him.
and a rough complexion. The girl Yet anybody watching guests en-
wore a pretty cap—blueberry blue— tering their home could see that the
and they both had consumed only a husband bows slightly. He is courtly
few bites of their food. and he is constantly like this.
T hey tapped i n stead at a n In the aftermath, he remembers
activity-book page. “The clock doesn’t the compliment— or was it an
have a face!” the mother said. “Stay insult?—that he received: “Oh, how
with Bunny while Mommy pays.” you look like who you are!”
I’m afraid the child’s toy rabbit had And, while his wife sleeps, he
once been fat or puffed up and now it leaves the bed to go to a sofa he likes
was just skin and bone and unsmiling. that is covered in old shawls—irst
Except that this was such a tender putting on his thick robe. Just a few
spectacle—perhaps because I am in dently suitable to carry around and steps bring him closer to the cush-
love these days and I have recently to really chew on. ions and to some clutter on a side-
gotten a better hold of Mr. Rottblatt, I slept well that night. The sky board, including dahlias in a mug.
and he me, elderly though we are. was white when we awoke and Surely there was something good
A café employee was sweeping showed no signiicant departure in enough here, or possibly classic.
near the girl, who had dropped her color from the norm. The telephone rang. It was too
toy. He lifted up her pal by its arm It was a Spot the Difference puzzle late for a call. He didn’t answer it.
and he laughed. The child bawled. that the mother and the daughter “Who was it?” His wife appeared.
We heard a blusterous reprimand had been ixed upon, displaying two “I don’t know.”
from across the room and the mother pictures that at irst glance appeared “You don’t know?”
rushed back to pry the toy’s arm to be the same. “I didn’t answer it.”
loose from the man. Alas, there was no end to the girl’s “You didn’t answer it?”
The rabbit was coarsened through obtuseness. She was unamazed by He placed his hands together—not
use, thoroughly soiled, although evi- the missing pot of geraniums, by entirely, only the fingertips—and
merely one button, only one eyeball, pulled them back apart.
Diane Williams’s most recent book of
iction is Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine. She and no ice cream. “Why are you smiling?” his wife
is the founder and editor of the literary But how faithfully the mother said.
annual NOON. urged her lamb to see. “It’s a sneer.”
SMART.
I didn’t want to spoil anything,
so I gave him no assistance with
the questions—with what was his
name, our address, or with where
are you now.
BUYING BOOKS He said, “Who are you?” and
“What?”—inquiries that I answered.
AT HUGE DISCOUNTS IS But a nurse named Cliantha kindly
corrected me because I was sup-
daedanomical posed to make my replies much
more interesting.
I had never realized that before.
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the costume
had been the
fruit of a long
deliberation and
your conversa-
tion was some-
how detached
from everyday
life like a scene
in a novel?
Marcel buys
many presents
for his captive
lover, Alber-
tine, but when
she leaves she
takes with her
only the blue
Fortuny cloak.
Granadan
by birth and
Venetian by etrating book-length essay by A. S. By-
palazzo, Fortu- att, PE ACOCK & V INE: ON WIL-
ny dressed roy- LI A M MOR R IS A ND M A R I A NO
alty, nobility, FORTUNY (Knopf, $26.95). The En-
and the likes of glish socialist and the cosmopolitan
Eleanora Duse, aristocrat were born forty years apart
Isadora Dun- and had a little in common: both were
can, and Peggy craftsmen and inventors; both experi-
Guggenheim. mented with fabrics and vegetable
He specialized dyes; both specialized in crowded but
A
cross the seven volumes of in unstructured, pleated, and often sheer well-ordered patterns of birds, fruit,
the Recherche, Proust men- gowns that were meant to be worn over fronds, creepers, and acanthus; and
tions only one living artist by a shift or, in the bedroom, nothing at all. both were “obsessive workers” who
name—the fashion designer Mariano They liberated women from the asphyx- “made the place where they lived iden-
Fortuny. “Is it their historical charac- iation of whalebone, but their hemlines, tical with the place where they
ter, or is it rather the fact that each which reached four to six inches in front worked.” What Morris and Fortuny
one of them is unique,” Marcel won- of the toes, made perambulation a really share, however, is that they both
ders about Fortuny’s creations, challenge. Susan Sontag, who in life obsess Byatt.
that gives them so special a signiicance always wore pants, found the perfect She identifies intriguing points of
that the pose of the woman who is occasion for a Fortuny. She wore one connection, nodes that branch into
wearing one while she waits for you to to her funeral. enlightening contrasts, rather like
appear or while she talks to you assumes Fortuny appears as the lesser-known Morris’s Peacock and Dragon pattern,
an exceptional importance, as though half of a patient, delighting, and pen- whose swooping curves simultaneously
Left: A model wearing a Delphos gown designed by Mariano Fortuny, c. 1920 © Fondazione Musei Civici di Venezia/Archivio Museo Fortuny.
Right, top to bottom: A woodblock print of William Morris’s Peacock and Dragon textile design, 1878 © GraphicaArtis/Bridgeman Images;
design, in watercolor and pencil, for Morris’s Acanthus wallpaper, 1874 © V&A Images, London/Art Resource, New York City REVIEWS 79
hide and reveal the motions of its imminent return, rising from their
strutting, slithering creatures. Take, ashes, as magniicent as of old, for
for example, the two artists’ shared everything must return in time, as it
interest in the Nibelungenlied, the is written beneath the vaults of
medieval German epic on which St. Mark’s, and proclaimed, as they
drink from the urns of marble and jas-
Wagner’s Ring cycle is based. per of the Byzantine capitals, by the
Fortuny—who also designed sets birds which symbolise at once death
and lighting for the composer— and resurrection.
made a brooding, deliriously ro-
mantic painting of Siegmund and
Sieglinde clasped in each other’s ebirth, like self-invention, is a
arms, with a muscled Sieglinde
wrapped in “agitated transparent
veiling.” In his garden, Morris
R privilege, and can be with-
held by political forces. When
Raden Saleh, the Javanese painter,
clipped Fafnir the dragon into a returned to the Dutch East Indies in
prim, orderly topiary. 1851—after more than twenty years
That shrub still embellishes the of hobnobbing with European royals
grounds of Kelmscott Manor, the whom he allowed to believe that he,
property that Morris leased with a too, was royalty—he shrank from the
friend, the Pre-Raphaelite painter necessity of appearing at the Dutch
Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Morris colonial court in “native costume.”
said he hoped for Kelmscott to be He wrote to King Willem III of the
a retreat for his family, but, as By- Netherlands for a dispensation, sug-
att puts it, “He was perhaps also gesting that instead of going shirtless
trying to ind somewhere where” in a sarong, he might wear a Western
the romance between Rossetti uniform, as the Javanese oficers of
and Morris’s wife, Jane, “would be the Dutch army did. Speciically,
less visible.” The two had a long Raden Saleh asked to be allowed to
affair, and Rossetti made her the wear a “fantasy uniform,” the garb of
subject of ifty-seven studies, “al- the Batavian civil-defense cavalry,
ways with the same large, red, “which is worn neither by the Dutch
hungry, mournful mouth.” Henry nor by the Dutch Indian military.”
James recalled meeting the Morris- Besides, he added, if he were to ap-
es in 1868—William reciting poetry pear in the local garb, how could he
in “his flowing antique numbers” wear the decoration that Willem had
and Jane, with her “Swinburnian special booths.) He also designed awarded him, the medal of a knight
eyes” and “great thick black oblique furniture, lamps, a new kind of pho- of the Oak Crown?
brows,” reclining on the sofa, “this tographic paper, and tools; none of As Jamie James notes in THE
dark silent medieval woman with her this, however, mitigated accusations GL A MOU R OF ST R A NGENESS:
medieval toothache.” According to that he was a copyist who stole pat- ARTISTS AND THE L AST AGE OF
James, Rossetti’s portraits only seemed terns from religious garments and THE EXOTIC (Farrar, Straus and Gi-
“strange and unreal” until you saw the ancient Greek artifacts. roux, $27) a “fantasy uniform” is a
woman in the lesh. Peacock & Vine eschews argument potent metaphor not only for Raden
In their investigations of old and for anecdote, lush description, and Saleh’s fantasy identity but for the
even ancient craft techniques, For- telling juxtaposition. Byatt quotes insupportable position of the “edu-
tuny and Morris were restlessly in- the scholar Peter Collier, for whom cated native” under a colonial re-
novative. In addition to making the issue of Fortuny’s originality is gime. I am grateful to James, without
bursting, sylvan wallpapers and tex- quite beside the point. As Collier whom I would never have learned
tiles and writing novels, poems, and puts it, Proust “sets his derivative the story of Raden Saleh’s life—a life
essays, Morris embroidered, created dress-designer, Fortuny, at the apex that also has the contours of a fanta-
type faces, and invented a special of creativity,” making him, like the sy. One of six “exotes,” James’s grand
paper for his printing press. Fortuny, phoenix, an emblem for the recovery word for exotic-seeking expats across
who was also a painter and photog- of time. the late nineteenth and the twenti-
rapher, took out more than ifty pat- eth century, Raden Saleh studied
ents. For the theater, he invented a orientalist painting in the Nether-
These Fortuny gowns, one of which I
method of reflecting lighting that had seen Mme de Guermantes wear- lands and brought it to Saxony,
allowed him to “compose the set- ing, were those of which Elstir, when where it failed to catch ire. More in-
ting onstage, conducting light as he told us about the magniicent gar- luential was his importation of mod-
one conducts music.” (It is thanks ments of the women of Carpaccio’s ern European art, or at least a Euro-
to him that lighting artists sit in and Titian’s day, had prophesied the pean sense of aesthetic detachment,
80 HARPER’S MAGAZINE / AUGUST 2016 Proserpine, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti © Tate, London/Art Resource, New York City
to Java. His 1863 canvas Drinking Ti- at forty-four. James suggests a poor “that in Victor Segalen they have one
ger subordinates the animal to “the diet and amphetamine use as the of the most intelligent writers of our
primordial majesty of the land”; it causes, but those of Deren’s friends age, perhaps the only one to have
was the irst painting by a Javanese who saw her possessed, including made a fresh synthesis of Western and
artist to make the forest its main Stan Brakhage, believed that she had Eastern aesthetics and philosophy?”
subject. “In the context of Javanese been put under a curse. (Her lover
A
art,” James writes, “Drinking Tiger is Teiji Ito, who was eighteen years her n indisputable, though often
as revolutionary as Olympia.” junior—Deren met him in a Green- overlooked, pioneer of mod-
James’s other main characters are wich Village movie theater when he ernism is Alfred Döblin, the
white artists, musicians, and writers was a teenage runaway— thought German writer and neurologist best
who led an arid, suffocating Europe that she died “of anger.”) known for the novel Berlin Alexander-
for the dream of an honest, immedi- The Glamour of Strangeness con- platz. As Günter Grass said ten years
ate, sensuous life in Tahiti, Indone- tains wonderful episodes and a after Döblin’s death,
sia, China, North Africa, or Haiti. memorable cast, and James’s remind-
They all lived colorful lives—and all er that colonial encounters some- The word “Kafkaesque” escapes our
came to colorful ends: times involved amicable and eager lips the moment we run into any bu-
exchange, and not merely force and reaucratic difficulty. Our Brechto-
maniacs can be easily recognized by
Paul Gauguin died at ifty-four of tertia- exploitation, is well taken. But the their German-word-compounding-
ry syphilis, crippled by bleeding chan- book is marred by needless, showy inclinations. Only Alfred Döblin oc-
cres and almost blind; Raden Saleh died digressions and unwelcome authorial casions no conferences, rarely tempts
of a broken heart after he was insulted intrusions. The writing is bloated our industrious literature professors
and abused by the government in his with infelicitous imagery—“The re- into exegesis, seduces few readers.
native land; Walter Spies drowned
within sight of land, locked in a cage
cord of Raden Saleh’s early life is
aboard a sinking ship; Victor Segalen, spotted with lacunae, like the pages The situation has improved a bit—
forty-one, died in a freakish walking ac- of an old book in the tropics ten- more people know Döblin, if only
cident at a time when he felt life slowly anted by bookworms”— and James’s f r o m Fa s s bi n d e r ’s h a r r ow i n g
abandoning him; Isabelle Eberhardt repeated description of homosexual- ifteen-hour adaptation of Berlin Alex-
died in a lash lood in the Sahara. ity as “Greek games” is first cute, anderplatz. Yet remarkably, BRIGHT
then grating. M AGIC: STORIES (NYRB Classics,
His last figure, Maya Deren, the In his desire to recuperate the com- $15.95), translated by Damion Searls,
experimental ilmmaker and voodoo plexities of expatriation, James takes is the first publication of Döblin’s
adherent, died of a brain hemorrhage tedious jabs at feminist and post- short iction in English. Perhaps we
colonialist critics who can now make “Döblinesque” hap-
have questioned the pen. The collection’s early work is
power dy namics in- marked by a deranged psychological
volved in, for example, perspectivism, hairpin plots motivat-
Gauguin abandoning his ed by passion and sadism, and an
wife and taking pubes- abundance of murders and suicides. In
cent lovers; that James is the later stories, however, we ind a
an American expat who curious, gentle whimsy, a predilection
settled in Indonesia ex- for the humorously fabular or the
plains his investment in folkloric, and a passionate interest in
the subject, but it makes the inner lives of animals. And al-
the book feel less inti- ways a courtship of the absurd, and
mate than defensive. language that is as vivid as Techni-
He argues, with some color and as jarring as a car crash.
persuasiveness, that his My favorite story in Bright Magic is
exotes should be consid- “The Other Man.” It begins when a
ered visionary, even Boston gynecologist named Dr. Con-
great, artists and not verdon hires a blond secretary
simply interesting adven- named Mery, who has “beautiful
turers. Walter Spies, he braids.” He sleeps with her and dis-
writes, is not famous be- covers, to his dismay, that she is a
cause he didn’t want to virgin. Converdon’s behavior be-
be; Victor Segalen’s Réne comes erratic and brutal. He forces
Leys is a “pioneering Mery to dance in a cabaret so that
work” of modernism on other men can ogle her; Mery en-
par with The Castle. joys the performance, but he doesn’t
“Don’t they know,” he allow her to do it again— instead,
quotes Borges as saying, he marries her. Shortly thereafter,
Drinking Tiger, by Raden Saleh © State Palace of the Republic of Indonesia. Courtesy Susanne Erhards REVIEWS 81
Converdon receives a letter from an
acrobat named Wheatstren, declar-
ing his love for Mery and advising
DON THE REALTOR
Converdon to save everyone a lot of
hassle by killing himself. After con-
The rise of Trump
sidering the matter, Converdon con-
sents. Wheatstren tires of Mery and By Martin Amis
pimps her out at the racecourse and
the theater. This is the last line:
“She, however, praised him at every Discussed in this essay:
turn, because he offered her the
greatest thing that there is on earth: Trump: The Art of the Deal, by Donald Trump with Tony Schwartz. Ballantine
considerable variety.” It’s a love story. Books. 384 pages. $16.99.
Döblin is a true master—a scien- Crippled America: How to Make America Great Again, by Donald Trump.
tist and a mystic whose characters, Threshold Editions. 208 pages. $25.
battered by a senseless world, cling
to what today we would call exis- ot many facets of the Trump really does remind you of the original
tence or integrity but what he
would have called the soul. They
are alternately crude and fragile,
N apparition have so far gone
unexamined, but I can think
of a signiicant loose end. I mean his
Narcissus, the frigid pretty boy of
Greek myth who was mortally smit-
ten by his own relection. Narcissus is
suckers and saints. They hope and sanity: what is the prognosis for his autoerotic; he is self-aroused.
dream in excess of reason but are mental health, given the challenges Cynics will already be saying that
tethered to solid ground. In the very that lie ahead? We should bear in these two “diseases”—chronic dishon-
funny “Trafic with the Beyond,” a mind, at this point, that the phrase esty and acute vaingloriousness—are
society of spiritualists is duped by a “Power corrupts” isn’t just a metaphor. simply par for the course. In recent
murderer. The fable “Materialism,” There have been one or two specu- years the G.O.P. has more or less ad-
written after the author’s conversion lative attempts to get Donald to hold opted the quasi slogan “There is no
to Catholicism, tracks the havoc still on the couch. Both Ted Cruz and downside to lying” (itself a clear and
unleashed when nature, including Bernie Sanders have called him a indeed “performative” tall tale: how
bulls, the grass, and water, learns of “pathological liar,” but so have many can you debauch truth, and debauch
the primacy of matter. “Everything less partial observers. They then go on language, without cost?). And such
we do is meaningless,” thinks the ti- to ask: Is his lying merely compulsive, voices would also argue that a laugh-
ger. “How could I have been so or is he an outright mythomaniac, ably bloated sense of self is a prereq-
blind. It’s chemical reactions and re- constitutionally unable to distinguish uisite, a sine qua non, for anyone as-
lexes wherever you look. . . . I start- non-truth from truth—rather like piring to public office. Well, we’ll
ed a family and brought seven ras- those “horrible human beings,” jour- see. President Trump won’t get away
cals into the world for this. It’s nalists (or at least spiteful, low-echelon with too much pathological lying in
sobering. A waste of time.” journalists), who, Trump claims, “have the Oval Office and the Situation
If the tigers can’t go on, how can we? no concept of the difference between Room. But we may be sure that his
I am reminded of the prologue of Berlin ‘fact’ and ‘opinion’”? PolitiFact has as- pathological narcissism, his poor old
Alexanderplatz, in which Döblin writes, certained that Donald’s mendacity N.P.D., will become unrecognizably
in characteristic jagged shards, that his rate is just over 90 percent; so the man florid and fulminant once alloyed
hero’s life will be given “this awful who is forever saying that he “tells it with what Maxim Gorky—referring
thing . . . meaning.” In Bright Magic, like it is” turns out to be nearly always to its effects on his friend Lenin—
especially in the early dark stories, lives telling it like it isn’t. called “the ilthy venom” of prepo-
acquire meaning in the grimmest way, With greater resonance, and with tence. Even Lenin confessed that it
by lailing toward death. In “The Sail- more technical garnish (lists of symp- “makes one’s head spin.”
ing Trip,” a woman returns to the scene toms and giveaways), Trump has been Our psychological exam cries out
of a fatality to drown herself. In “The identified as a “pathological narcis- for hard evidence. Now, the written
Canoness and Death,” an old maid sist,” a victim, in fact, of narcissistic word is always hard evidence; and I
becomes aware of her impending de- personality disorder (or N.P.D.). Cer- have before me “two books by Donald
mise; eventually Death jumps into her tainly Trump’s self-approbation goes Trump.” That phrase is offered advis-
bed and drags her out the window. In well beyond everyday egocentricity or edly, particularly the preposition “by.”
“The Murder of a Buttercup,” a man solipsism. “My fingers,” he recently But we can be conident that Trump
cuts down lowers on a hillside, crazily explained, “are long and beautiful, as, had something to do with their compi-
atones for his offense, and goes out it has been well documented, are vari- lation: it very quickly emerges that he
again, wielding his black walking stick ous other parts of my anatomy.” He is one of nature’s “reluctant” micro-
like a scythe. There is no phoenix in Martin Amis has published fourteen novels, managers, having discovered (oh,
the landscape, and nothing rises from most recently The Zone of Interest and long, long ago) that every single deci-
the ashes. Q Lionel Asbo: State of England. sion will hugely beneit from his omni-
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WEATHER INSTRUMENT. I say is what I say” seem relatively rich.
At irst, you marvel at the people who
think it worth saying—that what they
say is what they say. But at least an at-
titude is being communicated, a sub-
text that reads, Take me for all in all.
Incidentally, this attitude is exclusively
male. You have heard Chris Christie
say it; but can you hear a woman say,
in conident self-extenuation, that she
is what she is?
Fascinating. And maybe there’s
some legible sedimentary interest in
“Donald Trump is for real.” Or may-
be not. As well as being “for real,”
Trump has “no problem telling it like
it is.” To put it slightly differently, “I
don’t think many people would dis-
agree that I tell it like it is.” He has
AN AMERICAN ORIGINAL. already claimed that he looks like a
very nice guy, on page ix, but on
page xiv he elaborates with “I’m a re-
ally nice guy,” and on page 89 he
doubles down with “I’m a nice guy. I
really am.” “I’m not afraid to say ex-
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actly what I believe.” “The fact is I
give people what they need and de-
serve to hear . . . and that is The
Truth.” See if you can ind anything
other than baseless assertion in this
extract from the chapter “Our Infra-
structure Is Crumbling”:
I
Martin Amis is sure that Crip- n valediction, two charactero-
pled America, if updated by Trump logical footnotes.
the nominee, would be dramatical- First, Trump and violence. As
ly crazier. we know, he has championed mass
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deportations, torture, and murderous Times (ifty interviews with “dozens of
collective punishment; and then women”), was a sore disappointment.
there are the bullying incitements at All we got from it was Miss Utah’s
his Nuremberg-like rallies. . . . When “Wow, that’s inappropriate” (Don-
did Trump become a fan of the kinet- ald’s introductory kiss on the lips).
ic? There is nothing substantial on this Trump was born in 1946. Almost ev-
question, or on any other, in Crippled ery reasonably energetic baby boomer
Panama Fedora America. In The Art of the Deal he de- I know, women included, would be ut-
scribes one of his rare interventions in terly destroyed by an equivalent inves-
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sault conditions) that made the son de- Deal). A gawker, a groper, and a gloat-
cide to quit the outer boroughs. I think er; but not a lecher. In Trump’s Eros
the taste for violence has come with the one detects a strong element of vicari-
taste of real power. It is something new ousness. Once again he resembles that
in him—a recent corruption. Greek antihero: “What you hope / To
Second, the connected topic—Trump lay hold of has no existence. / Look
and women. This isn’t new. This is away and what you love is nowhere”
something old that has recrudesced, an (Ted Hughes, Tales from Ovid).
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ately from that given to a cluster of
GOODBYE TO ALL WHAT? Eighties ilm actors, and more remote-
ly from the Sinatra–Martin–Davis Rat
The return of the Brat Pack Pack—all published highly acclaimed
works of iction when they were in
their twenties. They portrayed New
By Michael Wood York as modish, coolly presenting vio-
lence, obscenity, and delight in drugs
as facts of life that no one else had
Discussed in this essay: caught up with. All three are haunting
their own beginnings as writers, and
Scream: A Memoir of Glamour and Dysfunction, by Tama Janowitz. Dey Street. the question is not so much where are
304 pages. $25.99. they now as what were they then? Or
Bright, Precious Days, by Jay McInerney. Knopf. 416 pages. $28.95. perhaps, how do the old days look
American Psycho The Musical, book by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, music by from the perspective of the new?
Duncan Sheik. Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre. A little foggy, is the short answer.
This is partly because so many
“I
paid the bills, bought his things have happened since,
ribbons,” we read in a story apart from the technological
by Tama Janowitz written wonders. We can’t look back
in 1979. The narrator is a New beyond them, or imagine a
York City prostitute, the man world without them: 9/11, the
in question her pimp, so there crash of 2008, the election of
is nothing out of line about the Barack Obama, the rise of glob-
inancial arrangement. It takes al terrorism. In the 1980s, many
a small act of the historical people seem to have thought
imagination, though, for to- that they were smart and world-
day’s reader to understand that ly and living dangerous lives;
the ribbons are not for his hair Patrick Bateman, the man who
but for his typewriter. boasted of his prowess as both
You’ll have heard of such an investment banker and a
things, or seen them in old serial killer, said as much in
movies. You didn’t have to American Psycho: “This is no
keep saving your work, but time for the innocent.” Now it
you did have to hit the ma- looks as if it might have been a
chine to get it to move down time for them more than it was
a line. Glanced at now, the for anyone else, as if there were
instrument becomes a picture something safe and charming
of an old world, a marker of about the very risks people were
lost time. Jay McInerney’s taking. This can’t be quite right,
new novel, Bright, Precious since everyone knew about
Days, fondly remembers “a big AIDS, and there were many
beige IBM Selectric,” de- deaths from drug overdoses and
scribed as “the ultimate writ- drunk driving. But it is one of
ing machine.” But that was the effects that the early Brat
then, when his characters had Pack books create.
just graduated from Brown, in A longer answer dissipates
the early Eighties. A lot of some but not all of the fog.
ultimate machines would fol- One of Janowitz’s best stylistic
low, and many ways in which the rently taking journeys into the past, or tricks is the sped-up hyperbole, where
machines could talk to one another. being taken on such journeys. Janow- “lots of men,” for example, become “all
Bret Easton Ellis’s most recent novel, itz is publishing a memoir, Scream; the men.” In the story “The Slaves in
Imperial Bedrooms (2010), involves McInerney’s new work is full of anx- New York,” a woman is thinking of
internet videos and text-message ious or sentimental returns to the New moving to the city. Her plan is to live
stalking in signiicant roles. York culture of the 1980s; and Ellis’s with a man she doesn’t like and then
These thoughts come to mind be- novel American Psycho (1991), having change her partner when she gets a
cause the writers are themselves cur- survived an excellent movie adapta- chance. Her friend, the narrator, the
Michael Wood is professor emeritus of En- tion (2000), has become a musical. expert on New York City living, dis-
glish and comparative literature at Princeton. These core members of the so-called courages her irmly. There will be no
He is working on a study of William Empson. Brat Pack—a name derived immedi- such chance. “In today’s world, it’s the
A photograph by Ken Schles from the series Invisible City, taken in downtown New York
City in the 1980s. His monograph of the same name was recently reprinted by Steidl.
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The Neck and slave system.” A woman can’t afford to Janowitz is saying, and don’t you dare
move out, because she can’t afford to give me any advice. She has moved to
Shoulder live on her own. The friend is still the wilds to look after her mother, a
uncertain. “Are you sure there’re no poet who used to teach at Cornell and
Heat Wrap available men in New York?” “There’re now, severely overtaken by dementia,
women,” the narrator says. “There’re has been migrating from one care fa-
hundreds of women. They are out on cility to another. Janowitz is in the
the prowl. And all the men are gay or process of having a little house built,
are in the slave class themselves.” The but her mother dies before construc-
analogy is outrageous by any stan- tion is inished. The account of Janow-
dards, quite apart from the drastic itz’s desolation, the shock of the slip-
simplification. But it is part of the page from constant preoccupation to
comedy, and the comedy is part of the irreparable absence, is genuinely affect-
mangled truth—about women’s sub- ing, because, rather than in spite, of its
mission, men’s entitlement, high rents, touch of Brat Pack narcissism: “I would
and writers’ whining. In another story never have a mother again.”
the same narrator says that her partner But curiously, the events of the past,
is “authoritative and permissive all at the memory bits of the memoir, fall
the same time. In other words, I can rather lat. Janowitz mentions her asso-
do whatever I want, as long as it’s ciation with the Sex Pistols and Andy
something he approves of.” Warhol, but assumes that we know all
This is how Janowitz’s strongest about that stuff. Even when she thinks
writing works, in her new memoir as there is more to say, she doesn’t say it.
well as in her older iction. It’s not a Of Warhol’s published diaries, she re-
matter of confusing fact with inven- marks that they “are not at all what it
Free Standard tion, but of stylization. Facts can be was like to talk to him or listen to
stylized, too. It’s perfectly possible that him.” This could have been the mo-
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is the heated wrap designed life itself is taking care of that. ly entity.” But the word “entity” really
to simultaneously soothe The same principle allows her new does suggest that the writer has turned
sore muscles in the neck and book to be about the mentality of off her stylistic hearing aid. (Lou Reed
shoulders. Unlike typical New York City while ostensibly situ- fares a little better.)
rectangular heating pads that ated in the wilds of New York State. Generally Janowitz does make an ef-
do not provide ideal coverage The natives don’t see the region as fort to conjure up the 1980s. But she
or contact, this model’s slightly wild, of course, but the writer does, as somehow manages not to have been
weighted edges and magnetic if she were on a trip to a strange there. “I didn’t realize how unique or
closure provide a custom fit place called America. One of Janow- special the times were that I was living
around the neck, shoulders, and itz’s new upstate friends used to live in.” And: “There were a lot of fabulous
upper back to deliver consistent, in a place that was “not near any times. Too bad I was afraid to enjoy
therapeutic heat in areas that stores and it snowed most of the time, most of them.” She remembers her fel-
are prone to tightness. The and when it wasn’t snowing it lood- low Pack members, but not too fondly,
integrated heating element ed.” How does Janowitz ind her way it seems. “I knew each of my two pack-
delivers deep-penetrating heat back to her own remote house? “Sim- mates a bit,” she says. The next sen-
that stimulates blood circulation ply by remembering the various bath- tence reads, “I did get to meet many
to loosen muscles, helps relieve tubs that local residents had discard- interesting people, though.”
swelling, and soothes joints.
ed along the trail.” The men up there What is striking, and in its way
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are an all but invisible species, “like the dead past, once real to her, can
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don’t leave their trucks. Or their saying. “See, back then, there were no
barns, or tractors, or recliners.” credit cards”; “people today ... have no
Hammacher The tone of the exiled New Yorker
works well for the memoir, as does the
idea how limited the lives of women
were back then.” There were no suit-
Schlemmer implication of the writer’s stubborn
helplessness. This is what I’m like,
cases with wheels. People did not take
snapshots of everything around them.
Offering the Best, the Only and the
Unexpected for 168 years.
L
ou Reed, a symbol of the cool
New York City of the old days, government evokes a fierce love of democracy.
also figures in McInerney’s
Bright, Precious Days. A couple is think-
ing of moving uptown, or even out of
town, or at least the wife is. Eventually THE POLITICS OF WAR:
they buy a house in Harlem. TriBeCa, The Story of Two Wars Which
she says, is no longer “funky and
cheap . . . the artists have been replaced Altered Forever the Political
by bankers and trust fund brats.” “Lou Life of the American Republic
Reed and James Rosenquist still live
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What he wanted to say was that being a
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downtown was an irreducible core of his
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a New Yorker as those who found them-
selves here through the accident of guardians of our ‘security’
birth. . . . This was the city he had chosen have nasty plans in store for
of all the places in the world; to live any-
where else would feel like exile. us. Reading The Politics of
The mockery is sympathetic but it is
War will be helpful in com-
mockery, and of this crop McInerney is bating them.” —Alan Wolfe,
the writer who is funniest and most
precise about the view from New York
The Progressive
City, that special theory of exception-
alism. Everything outside the city is
unreal. Of course, the city and its in-
habitants are unreal, too, but they
know how unreal they are, and in any
case their unreality is much more in- BURIED ALIVE:
teresting than anyone else’s.
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stoned and sad and out of control.
“You are not the kind of guy who
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and social issues. Preface by
drearily accurate idea of themselves, Lewis H. Lapham.
you prefer to believe you are someone
else, whatever the evidence. Excep-
tionalism doesn’t have to be proved,
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prose, though, and it is very hard to table at a Village gastropub “before it
catch in another medium. This is why became one of the toughest seats in
M A G A Z I N E the ilm version of Bright Lights (1988) town,” and there has been a newfound
seems so dated and maudlin. The pro- interest in the Eighties “on the part of
tagonist has lost his job at what but for those who were too young to have re-
the laws of libel would be The New ally experienced that decade.” This is
Yorker, his mother has died, and he good news for Russell, since he has just
can’t leave off the cocaine; he has no- reprinted the books of his old friend Jeff
where to go. What we are missing Pierce, who died of AIDS at the height
from the novel is his bouncy jokes of the crisis. There is even a movie
(“the dawn’s surly light”), and sentenc- version of one in the works, with Cor-
es like this one: rine as scriptwriter. But the novel’s
main discussions of the 1980s resem-
But what you are left with is a premoni- ble the elusive mentions in Janowitz’s
tion of the way your life will fade be-
book. “New York in the Eighties,” a
hind you, like a book you have read too
quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of im- young Southern writer says. “That
ages and emotions, until all you can re- must’ve been rad.” Russell’s friend
member is a name. replies, “We didn’t know it was the
Eighties at the time.” Corrine adds,
We still catch some self-pity here— “Let’s not get nostalgic for the era of
the name is Amanda, the wife who muggings and grafiti and crack vials
has left him—so the general theory in the hallway.” When a young wom-
circles back to the self. But we can rec- an at a gallery opening says, “You guys
ognize the fading effect even if our are so lucky you were around then,”
companions are still happily with us. Corrine agrees that the Eighties were
McInerney’s readers have already “memorable”—“Except that, as they
met the TriBeCa couple, in Brightness say, if you can remember them, then
Falls (1992) and The Good Life (2007). you probably weren’t there.” And then
They are Russell and Corrine Callo- she relects but does not report on how
way. He is a publisher who sees himself frightened she was in those days, her
as a latter-day Max Perkins but may be mood caught by one of the most vivid
more of a belated Gordon Lish; she is a phrases in the novel, “the dread and
former investment banker whose life is menace that was the psychic weather
vanishing into her charitable work for of the city back then.” Back then: for
various expensive organizations on all the other resemblances of failed or
what she thinks of as the “wealthy, averted recall, this is far from the feel-
skinny island” of Manhattan. The new ing of dead old worlds that Janowitz
novel begins around 2006, but soon conjures up with the same phrase.
the last Harry Potter book comes out,
Y
the 2008 election arrives, and the ou can love the Eighties if you
stock market crashes. The marriage weren’t there. If you were there
runs into various kinds of trouble, and you may have thought there was
so does Russell’s career. McInerney’s some sort of magic in the moment, but
prose in the book as a whole is rather you just didn’t know what it was. Or you
bland, as if steady-state naturalism may have thought that what others were
about these times of ours were more calling magic was really dread. Perhaps
than enough, without any irritable these takes are not so incompatible. All
reaching after stylistic excitement. But involve ideas of excitement and risk in
here, as elsewhere in his writing, there a different time, its dominant feature
are terriic comic set pieces—in one being that it is not now, that we can’t get
scene, a drunk and high dinner-party there from here.
guest kills a pet ferret after mistaking it Will the new musical adaptation of
for a rat, and in another, Russell is American Psycho help us with our
chased around Lower Manhattan by a thinking? The novel is relentless in its
woman he thought he could ask for satire, so dogged and detailed in its re-
some literary advice without invoking cording of fashion and food and snob-
his old erotic relation with her. bery that we could be forgiven for
There are elements of Brat Pack thinking of it as a work of manic real-
branding and competitiveness in the ism. It’s funny but only when we are
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FINDINGS
M en and women perceive female faces with make-
up as more attractive than those without, but men see
found to have been gnawed by a hyena. A study of 954
mammal species established that penis bones evolved at
such faces as more “prestigious” and women see them as least nine times and disappeared at least ten. An analy-
more “dominant.” Singers who employ vocal fry seem sis of Kinsey data collected between 1938 and 1961
more expressive if they are female and less expressive if found that boys rated their irst postpubertal same-sex
they are male. Straight men evaluating the pain of an- experience just as positively regardless of whether it was
other man will rate it lower if he has an attractive fe- with another adolescent or with an adult man. Adults
male partner. Australian teenage boys whose empathy with Williams syndrome are at risk of immediately
is one standard deviation above average have nearly seeking to meet new online “friends” in person. At the
twice as many female friends as boys whose empathy is Mayo Clinic between 1995 and 2015, hypersexuality,
one standard deviation below, and a study of ninth nose-picking, dementia, and eating the cotton from
graders found that opposite-gender friends are unlikely one’s Depends were noted among coprophagists.
to date. Researchers found that young, educated, neu- Herpes may cause constipation.
rotic women are particularly likely to report aversion to
the word “moist.” However, “moist”-averse subjects are
no likelier than other subjects to condemn consensual
P erch larvae exposed to high concentrations of poly-
styrene come to prefer eating plastic. Invasive aquatic
incest, and all study participants rate “moist” more neg- hydrilla weed dumped from home aquariums into Flori-
atively when it follows “fuck” and “pussy” or “paradise” da waterways is being eaten by large invasive apple
and “heaven,” and more positively when it follows snails, who are then eaten by snail kites, who go insane.
“cake” and “delicious” or “nigger” and “retarded.” Electric eels will, as Alexander von Humboldt reported,
Psychologists described the case of a brain-damaged leap from the water to administer shocks. An expert
Italian man who compulsively speaks bad French and tree climber with a measuring tape climbed to the top
bakes excessive amounts of bread. of a yellow meranti that is now the tallest known tree in
the tropics and texted, “I don’t have time to take photos
B reast milk thwarts infant diarrhea. Babies who lead
their own weaning are likeliest to choke on apples, raw
using a good camera because there’s an eagle around
that keeps trying to attack me and also lots of bees.” Fat
vegetables, and dried fruit, whereas spoon-fed babies are air passengers are treated most kindly by female
likeliest to choke on corn, crackers, meat, and rusks. African-American flight attendants. French doctors
Chinese children, as they mature, more closely associ- proposed that anorexia nervosa is less about the fear of
ate facial attractiveness with trustworthiness. Experi- getting fat than about the pleasure of getting thin. In
enced mother pandas spend more time grooming and Germany, certain psychopaths are beneficial for the
nursing their cubs, who also whine less. Bears exhibit workplace. Crowd-sourcing brain-wave data may make
lower self-esteem, higher BMI, and riskier sexual behav- it possible to predict seizures in dogs. Psychologists un-
ior than other gay men. A Homo rhodesiensis femur was veiled the Mind Excessively Wandering Scale. Q
French River, a painting by Kim Dorland. Courtesy the artist and Angell Gallery, Toronto.
Dorland’s work is on view this month at Mier Gallery, in Los Angeles.
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