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THOMAS Mcguane 90 “HUBCAPS”
THE CRITICS
BOOKS
JILL LepOre 96 Elizabeth Warren’s “A Fighting Chance.”
ADAM Gopnik 102 In search of the Great American Novel.
105 Briefly Noted
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EMILY Nussbaum 106 “Adventure Time.”
THE THEATRE
HILTON Als 108 “The Threepenny Opera,” “Bullets Over
Broadway,” “I Remember Mama.”
THE CURRENT CINEMA
DAVID DENBY 110 “Draft Day,” “The Unknown Known.”
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Book: A Skeptic’s Adventures in Narnia,” is a staff writer for Salon.
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work on a book about his grandfather’s experience in wartime Alsace.
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Yvonnes” is her second book of poems.
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of Jane Franklin,” is a professor of history at Harvard.
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ological élite, strengthening its cultural tured those two realities—the intellec-
hegemony by his own skillful applica- tual brilliance and the moral stupidity—
tion of its signature jargon, stigmatiz- perfectly.
ing those outside the cult by insisting Jocelyn Harvey
on an exaggerated purity of approach, Ottawa, Ont.
and thus securing the allegiance of the
other members of the privileged cote- MOVING MOUNTAINS
rie and distracting attention from his
own corruption. Evan Osnos, in his article about the re-
Janet H. Murray cent chemical spill in West Virginia,
Atlanta, Ga. cites the Battle of Blair Mountain, in
1921, which set more than ten thousand
In 1983-84, I was a first-year Ph.D. coal miners against mine operators
student in Yale’s Comparative Litera- backed by police and federal troops, to
ture Department, lured there in part illustrate that “the struggle over the
by the brilliance of de Man’s “Blind- costs and spoils of industrial production
ness and Insight.” On the first day, we is as much a part of West Virginians’
had to translate passages from French self-image as the coal miner on the state
or German into English. At the get- flag” (“Chemical Valley,” April 7th). In
together that followed, I met de Man fact, Blair Mountain continues to em-
for the first time, and remarked that body this tension. In March, 2009, the
the passages we had translated all site of the battle was listed on the Na-
seemed to have the quality of self-un- tional Register of Historic Places, but,
doing about which he theorized. I re- following objections raised by the coal
member the puddle of sherry jiggling industry, it was removed from the reg-
in his glass as he cackled, “Yes! They ister just nine months later. Today, per-
fall apart! They just fall apart!” I sud- mits for highly destructive mountain-
denly saw nihilism where before I had top-removal mines now cover parts of
seen brilliance, and I left Yale at the the battlefield site. A monument to the
end of the year. Later, I became a clin- state’s historic struggle over worker ex-
ical psychologist. Reading Menand’s ploitation will therefore be replaced by
review, I find it all too likely that the an unintended monument to the state’s
diagnosis of sociopathy is correct, and current struggle with environmental
I agree that this neither invalidates exploitation.
de Man’s writing nor exculpates his Peter Morgan
actions. Denver, Colo.
Michael Lipson
Great Barrington, Mass. t
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Menand’s summation of the sad and dis- name, address, and daytime phone num-
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acy of his literary criticism was superb. edited for length and clarity, and may be
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In 1998, when “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” premièred Off Broadway, at the Jane Street Theatre, the
show’s clever black humor and the catchy glam-rock-influenced songs offered an inspired twist on the MOVIES | THE THEATRE
drag-queen stereotype and thrilled audiences. In the story (the book is by John Cameron Mitchell, and CLASSICAL MUSIC
the music is by Stephen Trask), Hedwig is a moody transgender singer from East Berlin who has had a
ABOVE & BEYOND
botched sex-change operation, which left the titular angry inch. She performs in tiny venues while her
ex-boyfriend, who stole her songs, becomes a famous rock star. Now, at the Belasco, the multitalented NIGHT LIFE | ART | DANCE
Neil Patrick Harris—best known for the sitcom “How I Met Your Mother,” but perhaps most affectionately FOOD & DRINK
remembered as Doogie Howser, M.D.—stars in the musical’s Broadway début.
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works a couple off days a week at
a flower shop. His elderly buddy
Murray Schwartz has a dermatologist
(Sharon Stone) who mentions that
she and a girlfriend would like to
try a threesome. Murray, played by
Opening Woody Allen, offers
f Fioravante—for
Fading Gigolo
Now Playing because this lightweight British a price—and suddenly they’re a
Reviewed in Now Playing. Border Incident mock gangster film offers f words pimpin’, ho-in’ duo. But when Mur-
Opening April 18. (In limited Primitive writing mars this blunt in exuberant torrents delivered by ray, taking his stepson to a youthful
release.) 1949 exposé off the exploitation of an actor, Jude Law, who has played Hasidic widow (Vanessa Paradis)
JG
illegal immigrants, but the hero—a Hamlet and Henry V onstage and for delousing, somehow sells her
A meditation on the writer Mexican immigration agent who goes who understands the swing and on Fioravante’s services, all sorts of
J. G. Ballard and the artist undercover as a bracero—is unusual color off vaunting rhetoric. Dom, an lines are crossed and the story veers
Robert Smithson, directed by for a Hollywood picture, and Ricardo arrogant Cockney safecracker, leaves into “Pretty Woman” quicksand.
Tacita Dean. Opening April 16. Montalban displays a simmering prison, links up with an old friend Yet Allen, as a sideman, riffsf with
(Film Forum.) energy and alertness in the part. He (the comically sepulchral Richard E. an adolescent glee, and Turturro,
Proxy brings a tingle to the nerve-racking Grant), settles scores with those who mining stereotypes like a “Broadway
A horror film, directed by moment when he realizes that his did him dirt, and engages in endless Danny Rose” tummler and breaking
Zack Parker, about a woman soft hands will give him away. The debaucheries. He speaks in spangled them with a trivial audacity, moves
in a victims’ support group song-and-dance man George Murphy outbursts whose comic point is that and gazes with a seductive romantic
who is coaxed into delusions. pulls offf a gritty change of pace as the they are absurdly garrulous and
Starring Alexia Rasmussen and
longing that awaits a solid dramatic
hero’s partner, an American inspector unnecessary. Law, saying farewell vehicle. The eccentric exuberance
Alexa Havins; co-starring Joe who poses as a trader in black-market to his youthful good looks (Dom
Swanberg. Opening April 18. and smothering warmth off an old-
work permits. The director, Anthony has scars and is a little overweight), neighborhood New York provide the
(In limited release.)
Mann, and the cinematographer, John makes this hyper-articulate ruffian nostalgic mist, along with burnished
Soft in the Head Alton, imbue the action, whether it’s set the most intricately soulful character
Reviewed in Now Playing. grooves by Gene Ammons on the
on a water tower or in a canyon or on in current movies.—David Denby soundtrack. With Liev Schreiber,
Opening April 18. (Cinema a flat
f ffield with a deadly tractor, with (Reviewed in our issue off 4/7/14.) as a righteously glowering Satmar
Village.)
a shadowy, vertiginous tension. The (In limited release.) watchman.—Richard Brody (In lim-
Transcendence speedy pace and the ninety-six-minute
Wally Pfister directed this ited release.)
running time help the virtues offset f Fading Gigolo
thriller, about a dying scientist This vulgar and outlandish locker-
the flaws.—
f Michael Sragow (Museum Finding Vivian Maier
(Johnny Depp) whose mind
is u off the Moving Image; April 20.) room tale is written, directed, and An unlikely tale, well told. John
Co-starring Rebecca Hall. performed by John Turturro with Maloof, who directed the documentary
Opening April 18. (In wide Dom Hemingway such sincerity, relish, heart, and with Charlie Siskel, speaks off attend-
release.) The American writer-director Richard good humor that it almost sneaks ing a Chicago auction in 2007 and
Shepard must love Shakespeare, through the bullshit filter. He stars buying a box off old negatives. This
eventually led him to a vast cache of
photographs, numbering more than
a hundred thousand, that were taken
by a nanny named Vivian Maier. Few
were printed; many others were never
even developed; none were shown
in public during her life. She died
in 2009, and Maloof—as seen in
the film—has spent the intervening
years making her work available and
seeking to reconstruct her private
history. He interviews those whom
she had helped to raise as children; a
portrait slowly emerges off a cussed,
reclusive woman whose fixations
could verge on the bizarre, and yet
whose eye for an image was as cool
in its compositional skill as it was
tender in its concern for the lowly.
She was all too memorable yet she
chose to remain unknown, and there
ploaded to a computer. is no guarantee that she would have
welcomed her posthumous fame, let
alone the intrusion off this film. It
seems fitting, then, that she escapes
definition even here; by the end, we
feel as iff we have been hearing not
off a real person but of a character
in a book.—Anthony
— Lane (3/31/14)
(In limited release.)
Jewel Robbery
The erotic edge off looming danger,
the sexual charge off a sure and
confident
f touch, the thrilling distinc-
tion between true refinement and
In Anthony MannÕs film noir ÒThe Great Flamarion,Ó at Museum of the Moving Image, Erich von Stroheim, a great mere formality electrify this 1932
director of the silent era, channels his martinet persona in the role of a murderous vaudeville marksman. Hollywood drama by the director
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the traditional Otto Schenk produc- ine “La Sonnambula” in the winter; This is the inal performance.)An- pit. (April 21 at 7:30.) (Metropolitan
tion radiates appeal. This revival is a and with spring comes “I Puritani,” thony Minghella’s vividly cinematic Opera House. 212-362-6000.)
great showcase for the talents o the the composer’s spacious and melodi- production o “Madama Butterfly”
rock-solid German baritone Michael cally abundant inal opera, set in the returns to the schedule, with Kristine
Volle, who, in an overdue Met début, civil-war England o the Roundheads Opolais, singing the title role, and an Orchestras and Choruses
brings a surprising, Golaud-like touch and the Cavaliers. Back in 1835, all o up-and-coming young American tenor, New York Philharmonic
o menace to Mandryka, the blustery London (including the teen-age Princess Adam Diegel, as Pinkerton. The reli- In the season o Easter and Passover,
Croatian landowner impulsively in love Victoria) was stricken with “Puritani able Maria Zifchak and Dwayne Croft the city’s classical scene calms down a
with the beautiful but impoverished fever”; the Met’s hopes to re-create such complete the leading roles; Marco bit before the inal, sustained rush o
Arabella—who, despite Mandryka’s excitement depend on its impressive Armiliato. (April 19 at 8.)It’s hard late spring. This week, Alan Gilbert
boorish behavior, decides to love him new cast. The dazzling tenor Lawrence to imagine a revival more welcome to and the Philharmonic o er a one-time-
back. (Another impeccable German Brownlee and the persuasive baritone Met audiences than that o Rossini’s only, all-American concert in Avery
singer, Juliane Banse, sings the role Mariusz Kwiecien take the male leads, “La Cenerentola,” the house’s principal Fisher Hall. The Japanese jazz pianist
o Zdenka, Arabella’s little sister, with with the breakout Russian soprano Olga vehicle for the bracing virtuosity o the Makoto Ozone, who collaborated with
ardor, intelligence, and committed high Peretyatko, in the role o Elvira, mak- bel-canto tenore di tenori, Juan Diego the orchestra during its recent Asian
notes.) In the title role, the young ing her much anticipated Met début; Flórez. Owing to illness, however, tour, returns as soloist in Gershwin’s
Swedish soprano Malin Byström lacks Michele Mariotti conducts. (April 17 Flórez will not join the production “Rhapsody in Blue”; the rest o the
dramatic presence, but displays ine and April 22 at 7:30.)The winning until May 2; replacing him is Javier only-in-New York program features
intonation and creamy timbre; Philippe young tenor Vittorio Grigolo, in the Camarena, who excelled at the house last Bernstein’s “Candide” Overture and
Auguin exudes quiet authority in the role o Rodolfo, anchors the cast in the month as Elvino in “La Sonnambula.” the Symphonic Dances from “West
“Bach, Revisited:
Tower and Bach”
JoanTower, one o America’s paramount
women composers and a superb pia-
nist, has a irm appreciation for the
music o Bach. She curates the next
concert in Miller Theatre’s ongoing
Bach series, a program by the Curtis
Institute’s Curtis 20/21 Ensemble which
interleaves the three movements o
Bach’s Fifth Brandenburg Concerto
with three o her own works: “Big
Sky,” “In Memory,” and the String
Quartet No. 5, “White Water.”
(Columbia University, Broadway at
116th St. 212-854-7799. April 17 at 8.)
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by Dufay, Sen l, Gesualdo, Lassus, St. April 21 at 6. To reserve free to “Young composers now!,” has Lincoln Center, leads o the week
Byrd, and Monteverdi—a group o tickets, visit alsop.eventbrite.com.) become the city’s leading showcase at the loating music series with a
composers with incisively individual for fresh international talent. (This solo recital featuring music across
personalities. (Fort Tryon Park. 212- year’s series includes thirty-four the centuries by Beethoven (the Six
650-2290. April 19 at 1 and 3.) Recitals composers under forty from seven- Bagatelles, Op. 126), Liszt, Mes-
“Complete Aspen Music teen countries.) The Kitchen serves siaen, Janáček, Heinz Holliger, and
Mannes College Lamar and Festival and School as the home base; the irst concert Frederic Rzewski (“The Winnsboro
Ruth Alsop Memorial Concert (Abridged)” features Ensemble Uusinta, Finland’s Cotton Mill Blues”). (Fulton Ferry
Marin Alsop, the music director o Aspen, the Tanglewood o the West— leading contemporary-music group, Landing, Brooklyn. bargemusic.org.
the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, which, under its music director, Robert performing works by Hikari Kiyama, April 18 at 7.)
Joey Bada$$
Born Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, this performer is
just nineteen years old, but he’s already cemented
himsel as one o the most exciting rappers on
the local scene. He started laying down rhymes
at Edward R. Murrow High School in Midwood,
Brooklyn, favoring the lighthearted style o hip-
hop pioneered by the old-school heavy hitters o
New York, combined with the positive lyricism
o A Tribe Called Quest and Black Star. He
generally travels with members o his Pro-Era
collective, so expect a few special guests at this
performance. (Music Hall o Williamsburg, 66
N. 6th St., Brooklyn. 718-486-5400. April 20.)
Black Lips
Fifteen years ago, this group started o as
garage punks, and since then its members have
spent several years becoming more and more
art-damaged: they introduced elements o psy-
chedelia and Southern rock into their music, and
pushed the envelope and then some in their live
performances. (With them, “pushing the envelope”
means participating in extreme onstage antics,
including but not limited to vomiting, nudity,
and urination.) As they have become more suc-
cessful and experienced, they have also become
more professional, in a manner o speaking. The
neo-soul producer Mark Ronson worked on their
last record, “Arabia Mountain,” and more than
hal the songs on their new album, “Underneath
the Rainbow,” were produced by Patrick Carney,
o the Black Keys. The results range from inspir-
ing (“Dog Years,” co-written with Bradford Cox,
o Deerhunter) to somewhat less than inspiring
(“Dandelion Dust,” which is energetic enough
but not easily di erentiated from a dozen other
Carney-associated tracks by other groups). Even
in their older, (slightly) wiser form, the Lips
are still something to see live. (Webster Hall,
125 E. 11th St. bowerypresents.com. April 17.)
Cloud Cult
This group from Minneapolis paints the whole
picture, literally. Onstage, two artists (including
the soul-searching songwriter and front man Craig
Minowa’s wife, Connie) make paintings while
the band plays soaring rock compositions that
include bright electric-guitar parts, melancholy
cello strands, and life-a irming hand claps. It’s
the kind o music that makes you feel happy and
sad at the same time, while also o ering pop
music’s glorious sense o abandon. At the Music
Hall o Williamsburg, they’ll be performing two
sets, one acoustic and one electric, in support
o an acoustic live album called “Unplug.” And
the whole picture is something they take seri-
ously: the band drives a biodiesel-fuelled tour
bus, plants trees to o set their carbon-dioxide
output, and packages its CDs using entirely
postconsumer recycled materials. (66 N. 6th St.
musichallofwilliamsburg.com. April 17.)
Guy Davis
Unless you can hitch a ride to the nineteen-
twenties and thirties with Mr. Peabody in the
WABAC, your best shot at experiencing Delta
country blues is to be in the same room with
Davis. The New York-raised son o Ruby Dee
and Ossie Davis has been releasing albums
since the seventies, and in concert his singing,
storytelling, and guitar- and harmonica-playing
drip with soul-satisfying authenticity. (Terra
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among others. He steps out from 529-6696. April 16.) St., Brooklyn. liveatsheastadium. poser and group conceptualist. (Cor-
behind the mixing boards with this com. April 16.) nelia Street Café, 29 Cornelia St.
exaggerated electro-funk project that he Spottiswoode & His Enemies 212-989-9319. April 18.)
shares with the multi-instrumentalist The fact that Jonathan Spottiswoode,
Bob Jones. The duo, who build synth- a British guitarist, songwriter, and Jazz and Standards “Playing for Jim Hall”
Lucie Arnaz Hall’s death late last year should
of note A scion o pop-culture royalty, the have resulted in a national day o
Fanfarlo singer and actress has spent the mourning, but musical tributes to
past hal century both honoring the the magisterial guitarist will have
Two months ago, this artsy quintet from London released its family heritage and inding her own to su ice. At the Blue Note, one o
third album, “Let’s Go Extinct,” a beguiling collection of songs way on the stage and the screen. his most important and in luential
marked by unaffected joy. Founded in 2006 by the Swedish multi- Expect sturdily sung standards, in a acolytes, Bill Frisell, is at the fore o
instrumentalist Simon Balthazar, the group has developed a richer program devoted to the evanescence a program organized in coöperation
sound over the years, and the songs on this album are filled with o love. (Café Carlyle, Carlyle Hotel, with Hall’s family and friends. It
complex vocal harmonies and appealing violin and trumpet lines. Madison Ave. at 76th St. 212-744- includes many players and colla-
1600. April 15-19.) borators who have been touched
While some of the material touches on the dark subject hinted by the late guitarist’s unmatched
at in the album’s title, the band’s upbeat tempos and dreamy The Cookers lyricism, among them the pianist
orchestration evoke optimism. You can hear a smile in their voices. With peers o a certain age, including Bill Charlap, the saxophonists
(April 22 at the Bowery Ballroom. 6 Delancey St. 212-533-2111; April 23 the saxophonists Billy Harper and Greg Osby and Chris Potter, and
at Rough Trade NYC, 64 N. 9th St., Brooklyn. roughtradenyc.com.) James Spaulding, the trumpeter Ed- the guitarists Russell Malone and
die Henderson, the pianist George Julian Lage. (131 W. 3rd St. 212-
Cables, the bassist Cecil McBee, 475-8592. April 18-20.)
Mingus Big Band and the drummer Billy Hart, playing
The larger-than-life bassist, composer, bandleader, author, alongside admiring younger confed- Loren Stillman and Bad Touch
and social activist Charles Mingus was such a creative force erates, such as the trumpeter and An unfortunate name shadows a
when he was alive, from 1922 to 1979, that it’s little wonder that arranger David Weiss and the alto terri ic ensemble whose new album,
undiscovered work of his keeps appearing, as if he were still saxophonist Donald Harrison, this “Going Public,” showcases the lucid
group revels in the edgier boundaries and contained improvising o the
delivering more evidence of his genius from the great beyond. o modal hard bop. (Iridium, 1650 alto saxophonist and group leader
On April 21, one day before what would have been his ninety- Broadway, at 51st. St. 212-582-2121. Stillman. With the lilting jabs o
second birthday, this intrepid twenty-three-year-old repertory April 20.) the organ player Gary Versace, the
band, which under the musical direction of his widow, Sue, aqueous lines o the guitarist Nate
shares Monday nights at the Jazz Standard with the chamber- Dr. Lonnie Smith Radley, and the shrewd dynamism
jazz-inclined Mingus Orchestra and the Mingus Dynasty septet, You should expect a major dose o o the drummer Ted Poor, this new
personality from a performer who jazz quartet creates a sinuous mood.
presents “Noonlight,” a recently unearthed Mingus composition. wears a turban and has taken on an (Jazz Gallery, 1160 Broadway, at 27th
(116 E. 27th St. mingusmingusmingus.com.) honorary title for no apparent reason, St., 5th l. 646-494-3625. April 19.)
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Through May 27.
Through Sept. 1. good as most o the parts are—it’s
Brooklyn Museum this one. Through June 29. Sharon Hayes
ÒAi Weiwei: According to What?Ó Frick Collection One o New York’s most politically
Opens April 18.
“Enlightenment and Beauty: incisive artists, Hayes has made a
American Museum of Sculptures by Houdon and GalleriesÑUptown specialty o restaged protests, public
Natural History
Clodion” Elinor Carucci speeches, and unexpected verbal
ÒPterosaurs: Flight in the Age of
Presented in the museum’s sun-splashed The New York photographer’s staged interventions. Here, she occupies
Dinosaurs.Ó Through Jan. 4.
portico as two o a kind, these sculptors self-portraits, co-starring her twin son the gallery with an acid-yellow
Asia Society o eighteenth-century France (who and daughter, zero in on the pleasures banner, re-created from the 1977
ÒGolden Visions of Densatil: shared a studio during their time in and terrors o motherhood. The show National Women’s Conference, in
A Tibetan Buddhist Monastery.Ó
Rome) actually make an odd couple. opens with a striking nude image Houston: “WOMAN,” it shouts in
Through May 18.
Claude Michel, a Lorraine-born artist o Carucci as a pregnant odalisque, black, disco-era typeface, evoking a
Grey Art Gallery who went by the sobriquet Clodion, and she’s often naked in the pictures feminist audacity that, these days,
ÒEnergy That Is All Around: isn’t much exhibited these days, and that follow, which were made over can feel sorely lacking. The confer-
The Mission School.Ó Opens
his small terra-cotta sculptures on the course o a decade. There are a ence was led by Bella Abzug, who
April 15.
mythological subjects—such as a nimble few seemingly spontaneous images is the subject o the show’s second
Jewish Museum Zephyrus embracing a quadruple- o the kids on their own—crying, piece: a transcript, presented on
ÒOther Primary Structures.Ó winged Flora—read now as a sweet last pouting, daydreaming—but all video, o the congresswoman and
Through May 18.
gasp o the rococo. But Jean-Antoine o the work is frankly theatrical. her speech coach working to reduce
Neue Galerie Houdon’s classicized, exacting marble Carucci joins Sally Mann, who has her New York accent, which, like
ÒDegenerate Art: The Attack on busts o the seventeen-seventies have a long-term claim to this fraught everything about the trailblazing
Modern Art in Nazi Germany, lost none o their power in the inter- territory, blending fact and iction Abzug, was strong. Through April
1937.Ó Through June 30.
vening centuries, whether depicting to get closer to some wonderfully 26. (Rosen, 544 W. 24th St. 212-
New Museum an ancien-régime justice minister or complex emotions. Through May 627-6100.)
ÒPawel Althamer: The a lower-bedecked countess. Their 3. (Houk, 745 Fifth Ave., at 57th
Neighbors.Ó Through April 20. individualism and precision resonate St. 212-750-7070.) Jerome Liebling
New-York Historical with the spirit o the age, though it’s Although his most famous images
Society too bad that this show includes none Urs Fischer were made in New York in the
ÒHomefront and Battlefield: o his even sterner post-Revolutionary The Swiss jokester inaugurates two nineteen-forties, the Brooklyn-born
Quilts and Context in the Civil
busts. Through April 5, 2015. new Gagosian spaces with goo ball photographer (who died in 2011,
War.Ó Through Aug. 24.
sculptures in pawed and lumpy at eighty-seven) had a long and
Queens Museum Studio Museum in Harlem clay, some cast in bronze. Uptown wide-ranging career, and this smart,
ÒPedro Reyes: The PeopleÕs “When the Stars Begin to Fall: there’s a life-size “Last Supper” in eye-opening retrospective covers its
United Nations.Ó Through
Imagination and the American which Christ appears to bless a roast full scope. As a member o the Photo
May 19.
South” chicken and a taco as the disciples League, Liebling trained an incisive
Works by thirty-four artists drive schmooze; the table bears replicas eye on the city’s street life, and a
home two timely critical points: the o McDonald’s fries, cigarettes, lively concern with social issues in
bullets, and rats, among other items. America and abroad informs much
Downtown, a defunct Chase Bank o his subsequent work. His strength
of note ÒIf YouÕre Accidentally Not Included, DonÕt branch hosts many pieces made by is portraiture, often o children old
Worry About ItÓ Fischer and volunteer collaborators—a before their time, but he’s equally
Artists should curate more often. The painter Peter Saul has miscellany o caricatured igures and engaging with urban and rural
things, insolently and (perhaps to landscapes, including a number o
rounded up small works by twenty friends and acquaintances, their credit) perfectly meaningless. large-scale pictures in color that have
old and young, whose penchantsÑfor the cartoonish, stridently Through May 8. (Gagosian, 821 Park a Hockneyesque speci icity and
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colored, and well madeÑmirror his own. The results suggest Ave., at 75th St., and 104 Delancey sweep. Through April 19. (Kasher,
a movement heretofore unknown to anyone, including its St. 212-796-1228.) 521 W. 23rd St. 212-966-3978.)
members. Standouts include Karl Wirsum, Luis Cruz Azaceta,
Mark Greenwold, Judith Linhares, and Chuck Close (with Gary Stephan
GalleriesÑChelsea The veteran abstractionist’s lovely
an unusually jazzy print). But nothing misfires in what seems, Lucas Foglia new paintings seem o two or more
serendipitously, to be a mutually supportive team effort The young photographer makes a minds. Eccentric shapes intrude on
dedicated to cobweb-clearing sensation and frank fun. knockout New York début with big straight, broad strokes o thinned
Through May 3. (ZŸrcher Studio, 33 Bleecker St. 212-777-0790.) color landscapes and portraits o the paint that look woven. Pleasantly
Taisha Paggett
The young choreographer and artist,
based in Los Angeles, has an idiosyn-
cratic sensibility and is accustomed to
working both onstage and in gallery
settings. As part o the Whitney
Museum’s Biennial, she performs in
the lobby gallery. (Madison Ave. at
75th St. 212-570-3600. April 16-20.)
Ballet Hispanico
In his four years as artistic director,
Eduardo Vilaro has transformed this
venerable troupe into a sleek contem-
porary ensemble, with an emphasis
on the new and modish. This season
includes one première: “El Beso,” a
tongue-in-cheek homage to kissing by
the Spanish choreographer Gustavo
Ramírez Sansano. Annabelle Lopez
Ochoa’s “Sombrerísmo” (2013) is also
playful: a romp for the company’s sexy
men and their hats. Vilaro’s own “Hogar”
(2013) bene its from a tango hoedown
o a score by Lev Zhurbin, played live.
(Joyce Theatre, 175 Eighth Ave., at 19th
St. 212-242-0800. April 16 at 7:30, April
Since 2007, Richard Renaldi has been asking people who don’t know each other—like Elaine and Arly, of New York 17-18 at 8, April 19 at 2 and 8, and April
City, above—to make contact for his camera. The resulting series, “Touching Strangers,” is on view now at Aperture. 20 at 2 and 7:30. Through April 27.)
sedate colors and sensitive touch harbor o Alexandria. Her resulting Conceptualist with a mischievous “Soaking Wet” / Tricia Brouk
lavor but can’t resolve the perplexi- three-channel video engagingly streak. This victory lap o a ret- and Vicky Shick
ties. Stephan has always piled more mingles interviews with archeologists, rospective, at two young galleries, Held at the intimate, high-ceilinged
kinds o thought into painting than personal re lections, and images o concentrates on his early work, which West End Theatre and organized by
the medium can quite integrate. Egyptian parliamentary candidates, utilized language, mathematics, and David Parker and Je rey Kazin o
(In this, though not in style, he a reminder that time is not the only logic but frequently turned playful, the Bang Group, this low-key series
recalls the later Kandinsky.) Here, obstacle to the resurrection o the as seen in a text piece incorporating presents back-to-back performances
the problem becomes the subject, past. There’s also a slide show that some very rude Irish and American by two choreographers who could not
obliging viewers to decide what counterbalances medieval descrip- sexual slang. (“Fanny” means some- be more di erent. Vicky Shick, whose
the artist is doing, and why. The tions o the lighthouse with images thing quite di erent depending on style is poetic and quirky, presents a
e ect is a tender trap. Through borrowed from coins and fantasizing which side o the Atlantic you’re quartet for hersel and three female
3
April 26. (Inglett, 522 W. 24th St. illustrators; no less than the video on.) Many o the games and puzzles colleagues, “Miniatures in Detail.”
212-647-9111.) installation, it evokes the weight o pay a debt to his friend Marcel The younger o the two, Tricia Brouk,
history without slipping into didacti- Duchamp, whose pulse O’Doherty a veteran o television, movies, and
cism. Through April 27. (Bureau, 178 took for a portrait in the form o o -Broadway, is more slick and more
Galleries—Downtown Norfolk St. 212-227-2783.) an electrocardiogram. Duchamp’s earnest. Her “Committed” is a piece
Ellie Ga heart beats steadily all these years o musical theatre built around the
Contemporary art is going through an Brian O’Doherty later; your own heart, in the midst life stories o psychiatric patients in
obsession with archives and archeology, Now in his mid-eighties, O’Doherty— o O’Doherty’s work, might soon be nineteen-eighties New York. (263
but few artists take it as literally as a critic, editor, Booker-short-listed racing. Through April 20. (Subal, 131 W. 86th St. 866-811-4111. Vicky Shick:
this London-based American, who novelist, medical doctor, and artist, Bowery, 917-409-0612, and P!, 334 April 17-19 at 8:30 and April 20 at 4.
joined an underwater expedition to who frequently showed under the Broome St. For more information, Tricia Brouk: April 17-19 at 6:30 and
ind a lost ancient lighthouse in the pseudonym Patrick Ireland—is a visit p-exclamation.org.) April 20 at 2.)
little lamb
tea salon. Today, as the Refinery
Hotel, it’s just as charmingly weird,
and home to two bars. The Refinery
Rooftop—accessible by elevator, with 40-24 College Point Blvd., Level B, Queens (718-359-1668)
rigmarole—has a stunningly gorgeous Õ for a Subway sandwich or a Five Guys burger,
view of the Empire State Building. the Shops at SkyView Center, a mall packed with big-box stores like Target and Best
There’s a retractable glass ceiling, a
fireplace, high tables and low couches, Buy, may seem like the least likely place to eat in Flushing. And yet, around the corner
tiered plates of food, and a menu of from Chuck E. Cheese and just past Applebee’s, one of the world’s most thrilling
Bites, Dips, Flats, Crispies, and Balls. culinary experiences awaits, at a place called Little Lamb. To be fair, one man’s Little
One evening, hotel guests posed for Lamb is another man’s Applebee’s: the restaurant is part of an Inner Mongolian chain
pictures holding flutes of champagne, that claims around six hundred locations worldwide, and one of several suspiciously
and noisy young professionals drank similar places in Flushing that offer the East Asian specialty known as hot pot. But this is
sauvignon blanc. “It feels like a the first and only official Little Lamb in New York, and, especially for anyone unfamiliar
wedding venue in Chicago,” a woman
said. Downstairs, hidden behind with hot pot, a meal here is extraordinary.
velvet curtains, is Winnie’s Lobby Bar, It begins, of course, with a pot, piping hot, perched on an electric burner in the
the tea salon to the rooftop’s hat center of each table, and brimming with broth made from beef bone, bone marrow, and
factory. It’s uncrowded, friendly, and chicken. It’s described almost Biblically on the menu: “When boil is ready, we add our
soothing—qualities that midtown office mixture of little lamb special sauce. Then it became the ‘God Soup.’ ” The special sauce
workers have learned not to hope is customizable: House “Mala” Spicy will set your mouth on fire and turn the liquid a
for—and the absurd drinks on offer murky red, bobbing with dried chili peppers, numbing peppercorns, garlic cloves, whole
turn out to be terrific. The Quinoa
Old-Fashioned (muddled raspberries, nutmeg, and cinnamon bark; a more timid palate would be better off with the House
Corsair Quinoa Whiskey) did not Original, cloudy yellow and swimming with scallions, ginger, and goji berries.
taste overpoweringly of quinoa; the Once the God Soup is roiling, the diner becomes the chef, tasked first with menu
Smoke and Mirror Martini (Laphroaig planning, choosing from dozens of raw ingredients, which arrive in bite-size pieces, and then
rinse, blue-cheese-stuffed olive) was with cooking the haul, by dropping things into the pot and determining when to scoop them
fantastic. “God, this is pleasant!” a man out. The first step can be difficult, thanks to curt descriptions and sometimes unappealing
said. “It’s too pleasant—the New York translations (Supreme Lamb Shoulder is “Under Cervical Vertebra and it taste soft”). But
of my dreams.” A waitress said that
a jazz singer was about to perform: many items are straightforward—napa cabbage, enoki mushroom, fresh tofu—and taking
“She’s very soulful, and she scats up a risks can yield high rewards, as with House Fish Noodle, which turns out to be ribbons of
storm.” The man and his friend braced dough sparkling with shards of briny dried fish, and Sun Volume, a platter of lamb slices
themselves. But then the night got ringed in fat and appealingly fanned in a circle. The true challenge is in the timing: most
ILLUSTRATION BY MATTHEW HOLLISTER
even pleasanter. meat is cut so thin that it needs only a few seconds in the pot before it’s overcooked, but taro
—Sarah Larson root takes several minutes, and the optimal texture of baby bok choy is a matter of taste.
The menu offers a handful of excellent things that arrive ready to eat—perfectly flaky
scallion pancakes; cumin-rubbed, lusciously fatty lamb ribs “grilled until the tasty come
out”—but none are quite as satisfying as what comes out of the pot. Cooking your own
food is a good reminder of what hard work it is, just as the enormous backlit photographs
of sheep grazing in sunny fields are a good reminder of exactly what you’re eating.
—Hannah Goldfield
Open daily for lunch and dinner. Soup base $3.75 per person; ingredients 50¢-$13.99.
are prone to bad and bitter feelings. of an ideology known as Hutu Power.
For those who were there in 1994, It was, in conception and execution,
during the genocide, memory can feel the starkest and most comprehensive
like an affliction, and the greater im- case of genocide since the crime was
perative has often been to learn how defined in international law, in re-
to forget enough for long enough to sponse to the Holocaust. But, at the
live in the present for the rest of the time, Rwandans had no word for it.
year. And for those who were not yet What we call things is one way we
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 31
remember them. In Kinyarwanda, the language of the coun- Tutsis) and itsembatsemba (the killing of anti-extremist Hutus)
try, the word gutsemba means to “massacre” or “exterminate,” gained currency. But some survivors, refusing to echo the kill-
but evidently the killers felt the need for a stronger expression ers’ language so closely, began speaking of “genocide,” appro-
to capture the intensity of their action and the absoluteness of priating the word shared by English and French, Rwanda’s
their purpose. So they doubled down: they called what they secondary languages. They spelled it “jenoside,” and in 2003
were doing gutsembatsemba. To the Rwandan linguist Éva- it was codified in the country’s new constitution. Yet that still
riste Ntakirutimana, this redundancy proclaims the limitless- wasn’t the last word. In 2008, the government once again re-
ness and the relentlessness of the slaughter. The social psy- named the crime. Now they call it “the genocide against the
chologist Assumpta Mugiraneza does not disagree, but to her Tutsi.” It’s an inelegant phrase that has been slow to take hold,
ear the emphasis is on the extremity of the slaughter. She says, perhaps because the foundational idea of Rwanda’s post-geno-
“In Kinyarwanda, we reduplicate the root to underscore the cide order is to emphasize an inclusive national identity, and
radical aspect of the action. It describes the movement of to treat Hutu and Tutsi as distinctions that belong more to the
coming back and reassuring oneself that the deed is com- past. We are all Rwandans now: that’s the idea.
pleted. So gutsembatsemba is ‘to exterminate radically.’ ” Of At Amahoro Stadium, cheers mixed with the cries as the
course, the spirit of an expression is also tonal, and there’s a show continued, with several dozen R.P.F. soldiers jogging
rhythmic punch to gutsembatsemba that caught the world- onto the field and tenderly lifting the bodies up, restoring
upside-down carnival energy of the Hutu Power enterprise. them to life. As the resurrected Rwandans regrouped center
Sometimes, when a pack of killers went on the attack, they stage, flocks of children joined them, and the music soared.
could be heard chanting, “Tuzabatsembatsemba, tuzabatsem- The nation was made whole again. But the screams did not
batsemba”: “We all will exterminate you all.” let up. So there is memory that we manage, and there is
In July of 1994, three months after the killing began, Hutu memory that manages us. At the stadium, you had both, and,
Power was routed by Kagame’s Rwandan Patriotic Front, at times, two decades of aftermath felt equal to the moment
which has run the country ever since. Soon, the more exact between two heartbeats.
terms itsembabwoko (to describe the systematic massacre of —Philip Gourevitch
HOMECOMING questioned about whether he had in- Yusuf planned to thank his lodestars,
NINE LIVES advertently donated money to Hamas, from Beethoven to the Beatles. “Before
and in 2004 was denied entry to the I came around to seeing the prophets as
United States. Though Yusuf insisted my models, the Beatles represented the
he was a man of peace, a casual ob- kind of people I wanted to be with, be
server might have thought that he’d one of. But when I met John and
come to embody his own lyrics to George, in David Bailey’s photo-
“Wild World”: “A lot of nice things graphic studio, about ’69, I was com-
1
haps he was not aware that this is al- where there was a large trampoline. “I Toni Collette
ready the case—“and the blind would was quite athletic,” she said. “Then I dis-
know where they were! There are so covered dancing and night-clubbing.” up, like a baby, and kicking the air to
many possibilities.” (She shaved her head five times in her achieve a steady bounce. “This feels ab-
—Nick Paumgarten twenties.) solutely horrible when you first learn
The gym was empty, save for a chip- it,” she warned. Collette got it right
THE BOARDS per, curly-haired instructor named Ash- away, and said, “It kind of feels good!”
BUOYANT ley Walters. Walters led Collette to the ( Jumper No. 2 tried this, but he woke
Olympic-size trampoline, which she up the next day with bad shoulder
described as “really, really bouncy.” So pain.)
it was. Collette stood in the center and Finally: back drops (fall on your
did five consecutive jumps, her feet spine). This one worried Collette. “It’s
pointed like a letter opener. (When like a trust exercise with yourself,” she
Jumper No. 2 tried this, he fell.) said, after a few failed attempts. “Your
islators insist that the status quo benefits consumers: the governments to indulge special interests. As the financial crisis
relevant Florida statute claims to be “providing consumer showed, there are plenty of areas in real need of regulation. But
protection and fair trade.” We’re told that only independent maybe car buyers can take care of themselves.
dealers can guarantee service and warranty coverage. But look —James Surowiecki
GAME OF THRONES
manufacturers is small, in part because
creating new seats is so complex that
moving from conception to installation
How airlines woo the one per cent. takes years and entails large financial
risks. It also poses unique design chal-
BY DAVID OWEN lenges, since a premium-class seat has to
create an impression of opulence in what
is actually a noisy and potentially nausea-
inducing metal tube filled with strangers.
If you checked into a luxury hotel and
were taken to a room the size of a first-
class airplane cabin, and told that you’d
be sharing it with eleven people you
didn’t know, all of whom would be sleep-
ing within a few feet of your own skinny
bed, you wouldn’t be thrilled, especially if
you were paying twenty thousand dollars
for the experience. Yet it’s not unheard of
for people who travel long distances in
really good seats to remember the flight
as one of the best parts of their trip. Mak-
ing them feel that way requires a partic-
ular kind of design and engineering skill,
along with what amounts, almost, to psy-
chological sleight of hand.
New first-class seating units can cost more than half a million dollars each.
I n March, TheDesignAir, an air-travel
Web site, published its second annual
ranking of the best international busi-
ness classes. The winning airline was
SMART MEDICINE
PART 1: RESPONDING TO A CANCER DIAGNOSIS
By Lisa Reisman
Significant progress in the fight against cancer in recent opinions may also reveal the need for supplemental therapies,
years means that everyone, including those diagnosed with such as nutrition planning, spiritual guidance, counseling services,
an advanced stage of the disease, has more treatment and family or social support, that yield more comprehensive
options than ever before. All of which leads to one unassail- treatment regimens. Regular feedback and communication
able truth: how you respond to a cancer diagnosis is among with care providers on all these points can be essential in
the most important first steps on the road to recovery. helping ease side effects, which can lead to a better quality
of life for the patient while undergoing treatment.
GETTING A SECOND OPINION
With the emotional and potentially life-altering impact of a “We now have more options for patients
cancer diagnosis, it’s essential to seek a second opinion when they’re making important decisions
before you commence treatment. Getting the facts about your about their lives.”
disease and learning about evolving treatment options is a
– George Daneker, Jr.,
process of empowerment that can assist in your recovery MD, Chief of Staff, CTCA Atlanta.
efforts. Indeed, evidence is mounting that second opinions
do more than verify the accuracy of the diagnosis and give FINDING THE RIGHT DOCTORS
patients and their families more information to help them Once a diagnosis is confirmed, ensuring appropriate medical
weigh their options. Medical experts trained to deal with the care is the next step. Different types of cancer are treated dif-
nuances of complex or advanced-stage cancer, and armed ferently, so expertise in the treatment of your specific disease
with a panoply of cutting-edge tools and therapies, can sig- is especially important. Physicians who specialize in treating
nificantly refine and enhance care recommendations. Second cancers matching a particular diagnosis have the experience,
SMART MEDICINE
1 in 3 1 in 2
women will men will be
be diagnosed diagnosed
with cancer. with cancer.
Source: National Cancer Institute Source: National Cancer Institute
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Stonehenge appears to be isolated, but it is situated amid one of the densest concentrations of prehistoric structures in the world.
dismayed to learn that the bus would go work road, which is known as Stonehenge before England itself existed. “You used
no farther. To our right, the new Stone- Avenue, are etched in the field north of to say . . . that I was a heathen,” Tess tells
henge Visitor Center, an elegantly wispy the stones: a pair of long, straight creases Angel as she lies down on one of the
structure with more than two hundred about twenty feet apart in the pillowy turf. fallen stones. “So now I am at home.”
slender, tilted pillars and an undulating Until recently, the A344 was paved over
steel roof, was a blur in the murk. The
standing stones were a mile and a half to
the southeast. It was too blustery for um-
them. Such indignities were decried in
Parliament as a “national disgrace,” and in
June, 2013, the highway was decommis-
E xcept for a few days a year, you can
walk among and touch the stones
of Stonehenge only by special arrange-
brellas, so those of us with hoods pulled sioned and the land was reseeded with ment with English Heritage, the quasi-
them over our heads, and we all started grass where the road grazed the henge. government agency that manages the
48 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 PHOTOGRAPH BY GEORGE STEINMETZ
site. In 2000, the agency began opening temporary groups is more imagined and
the site to the public on the solstices and desired than actual. Although modern
the equinoxes. On these days, during the Druidry can be roughly characterized as
hours around dawn, pilgrims descend to revering nature, it has no set rituals or be-
worship or wander among the mega- liefs, and can be customized to suit each
liths. Otherwise, visitors are limited to a practitioner’s preferences. It is a young
narrow path that ribbons through the faith, at best a couple of centuries old,
grass and stops a few yards from the which hankers after an irretrievable, pri-
stones. Stonehenge has been slowly fall- mal past whose most celebrated and mys-
ing down for millennia; a stone toppled terious remnant is the prehistoric stone
as recently as 1900. English Heritage circle on Salisbury Plain.
aims to retard this process by mini-
mizing erosion, including the damage
caused by human feet. The monument’s
most iconic stones, called sarsens, are
M arching toward the stones, we
passed people emerging from
parked cars, pulling tunics over their
sandstone megaliths the color of ele- heads, wrapping cloaks around their
phant hide; the heaviest weigh forty shoulders, and taking up staffs or drums
tons. Of the outer ring of thirty or so up- or masks before joining the procession.
right sarsens, seventeen still stand, and We soon caught up with what appeared
five of the curved lintels that were placed to be a walking Christmas tree: black
on the uprights, forming an unbroken against the indigo sky, and studded with
circle, remain in place. Five sarsen tril- colored lights. A portable tower light
ithons—separate three-stone struc- placed farther down the path revealed
tures—once stood at the center of the the figure to be a man wearing a pointed
circle, in a horseshoe configuration. headdress above a sort of full-body
Three of them endure, along with the hoopskirt, the hoops tied with multicol-
surviving upright from the tallest of the ored rags and twined with a strand of
five, the Great Trilithon, which towers tiny battery-powered lights. He carried
twenty-four feet above its fallen lintel. a concertina, and played Celtic-sound-
English Heritage occasionally allows ing music on it as he walked.
filmmakers inside the circle, and an epi- The rain was now lashing us; Salis-
sode of “Doctor Who” was shot there in bury Plain’s chalkland plateau is notori-
2010. But many of the groups that are ous for its gales. Halfway to the stones,
granted special access are religious, or, as and just to the north of us, lay one of
Tess would put it, heathen. Several idio- the most enigmatic monuments in the
syncratic faiths claim a special bond with Stonehenge area: the Greater Cursus,
Stonehenge, one that English Heritage is a giant rectangle, formed by ancient
willing to honor, up to a point. The most ditches, nearly two miles long and four
prominent groups call themselves Druids, hundred and ninety feet wide. It resem-
after the priestly caste of Iron Age popu- bles an athletic field or an airstrip, but its
lations in Britain. The Sunday before the original purpose is a mystery. Although
winter solstice, Christine Cleere, the lead Stonehenge’s wind-whipped setting and
priest of a Druid group called the Gorsedd the unusual configuration of its sarsens
of Cor Gawr, led about eighty partici- have contributed to its reputation for
pants in a twilight ritual inside the stone strangeness and isolation, the stone cir-
circle. After Cleere delivered a “call to cle is situated amid one of the densest
peace,” in Welsh, the worshippers blessed concentrations of prehistoric structures
mistletoe, shared bread and mead, and in the world. The oldest known human
prayed for the “return of the light.” alterations to this part of Salisbury Plain
William Stukeley, an eighteenth-cen- are three Mesolithic postholes, dating
tury pioneer of British archeology, errone- back more than ten thousand years. (The
ously believed that Druids built Stone- holes are currently covered by the old vis-
henge, and scientists have since found it itor center’s parking lot, which will soon
difficult to dispel the notion. (The word be removed.) The Greater Cursus pre-
“Druid” was coined by the Romans some dates Stonehenge by several hundred
three thousand years after the stones were years, and the countryside surrounding
erected.) In any case, ancient Druids left the stone circle is dotted with round and
no record of their beliefs or practices, so rectangular burial mounds from the
any continuity between them and con- Stone Age and the early Bronze Age. This
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 49
miles: a towering ring of chalk blazing
white against the green turf.
There are at least fifty known henges
in Britain, all round, some containing
standing stones or stone circles, others
with the remains of timber circles. At
Woodhenge, a site two miles from
Stonehenge, concentric rings of stout
wooden poles were arranged to form a
sort of artificial forest. Some henges,
like Stonehenge, are aligned with the
movements of the sun. Like henges,
cursuses are unique to Britain, and there
are more than a hundred of these vast
enclosures; they contain nothing of ev-
ident importance, except for the occa-
sional burial mound. Although archeol-
ogists cannot say for sure why these
labor-intensive earthworks were built,
others are far less circumspect. Days be-
fore the solstice, I met a snaggletoothed
Druid named Kim, who announced
portentously that he had a theory about
the Greater Cursus: “It’s long, like a
t t runway, yeah? Well, that’s where they’d
land when they flew in on their dragons,
was a sacred landscape for millennia. invoking their gods, they began by dig- and Stonehenge was the bus terminal!”
The Greater Cursus, first noted by ging. What makes Stonehenge a henge He cackled madly, confirming my sus-
Stukeley, was partly excavated and au- is not the stones but the circular ditch picion that Druids know just how nutty
thoritatively dated in 2007, as one stage surrounding them and the bank built you think they are.
of an extensive archeological inquiry from the excavated chalk. Stonehenge’s
called the Stonehenge Riverside Proj-
ect. The project exemplifies a trend in
the discipline, known as landscape ar-
ditch, not much deeper than a city curb,
usually goes unnoticed, but there is a
much larger henge and stone circle at
T he people who made Stonehenge
and the other monuments in the
area were part of what archeologists call
cheology, which considers ancient peo- Avebury, a short drive away, which the Grooved Ware culture, which is
ples in the context of their environ- gives a sense of how much this society named for its pottery: thick-sided, flat-
ment, and views archeological sites as invested in earthworks. bottomed vessels decorated with a pattern
parts of a network rather than as solitary Avebury’s original bank once loomed of linear scratches. “It’s a whole-package
phenomena. The archeologists have nearly fifty-five feet over a thirty-foot- idea,” Sara Lunt, one of the archeologists
made major discoveries, identifying deep ditch. Even today, with the grassed- who curated the new Stonehenge Visitor
what they believe is the temporary set- over bank standing at around eighteen Center, told me when I went to see the
tlement where the builders of Stone- feet and the ditch plunging more than exhibits. “Stone monuments, grooved
henge lived, and pinpointing the date of sixteen feet below ground level, it’s an pottery, a particular type of arrowhead, a
the settlement to within a few decades. impressive sight. It encircles nearly tendency at a drop of a hat to have a
These revelations support a new theory twenty-nine acres; thousands of years feast—and, when they’re done, to drop
about why the stone circle was built: it later, an Anglo-Saxon settlement was everything in a pit. It’s what they do for
apparently served not as a temple, or as founded inside the henge, and a village fun.”
a site of regular religious ceremonies, stands there to this day. Like all the Those pits are significant: excava-
but as a cemetery. We can only surmise Neolithic banks and ditches in the re- tions often uncover objects buried in an
what Stonehenge meant to its builders, gion, including the Greater Cursus, the apparently ceremonial manner, includ-
but there are indications that, as one Avebury henge was dug with simple ing caches of special items placed at the
scholar has put it, “the meaning was in tools, mainly picks made from deer ant- bottom of the ditches of henges. In
the making.” lers. (Archeologists have performed ra- some of the pits, scientists have found
diocarbon dating on the remnants of animal bones and pottery arranged in
SHIPMATES
world with the same pure-blue sky as
the one we had left. Rotating radars, an
American flag, the bridge, and assorted
Life on an aircraft carrier. flight-ops rooms rose in a stack on the
starboard side of the deck: an island on
BY GEOFF DYER the island of the carrier. The hatch con-
tinued to inch its way down, revealing
the flight deck, which was populated
by visor-faced beings in red, green,
white, and yellow sweatshirts and float
coats (a type of life preserver), color-
coded according to the person’s func-
tion. There were parked jets—F-18s—
and helicopters.
This world had its own rules, cul-
tures, norms, and purposes. Three peo-
ple in white sweatshirts and float coats
stepped onto the ramp and told us to
follow in single file. They must have
been yelling, because we stepped out
into silence—I had not realized until
now how effective the cranials’ ear pro-
tection was. Three more cranial-headed
guys, in brown sweatshirts and trousers,
were swathed in heavy chains, like me-
dieval mechanics in charge of a siege en-
The flight deck: this world had its own rules, cultures, norms, and purposes. gine. (The chains were used to restrain
the aircraft and any of its cargo.) We
mets with headphones attached—and and were pushed into our seats rather heard a story about two brothers work-
filed up a ramp at the rear of the plane. than thrown forward. ing in different sections of a carrier who
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didn’t set eyes on each other during the
six months of their deployment. It
didn’t matter whether this was factually FORGETTING CLOUDS
correct; the truth to which it attests is
that carriers are big. The quiet morning has a few cloud friends
that are gone when I look for them again
in this one summer to which I have come
T he purpose of an aircraft carrier
is to carry aircraft. As a plane
prepared to take off, members of the
after everything that I remember
what can I call it before it has gone
ground crew, in green and red, signalled it does not hear me and does not know me
to one another with absolute clarity. it passes without seeing I am here
One woman in a green sweatshirt sig- it is only me going my own way
nalled from a perch on the edge of a there is no one else who can forget it
kind of manhole. Everyone was in con-
tact, visually, with everyone else, but the —W. S. Merwin
jets were the center of attention, and
the pilots flew the jets. The pilot was
the observed of all observers. There was different currencies. They were fines of steam from the catapult tracks, which
no room for anything even slightly am- that Rancourt had collected from any- are built into the flight deck. After a few
biguous. There was a guy near the front one who touched his Ouija board. moments, the catapult shuttle—a large
of the aircraft, keeping low, making His hair was clipped short, and he piston attached through the tracks to
sure that he didn’t get sucked into the smiled all the time that he was talking. He the landing gear—comes back like a
intake. Two other guys almost behind described his role with an unerring clarity singed hare at a greyhound race. A min-
the wings—the final checkers—crouched of purpose: he was responsible for the ute later, another plane, from a neigh-
down on the heel of one foot with the safety and the movement of all sixty-six boring catapult, blasts into the sky.
other leg stretched out in front, also aircraft on board. “When we’re launching We could see the planes high up in
keeping low, so that they wouldn’t be and recovering aircraft, we have to be the blue distance, specks coming around
hit by the jet blast. The hypnotic cho- going into the wind and heading straight,” in an immense circle. As one approached
reography was devoted entirely to the he explained. “The longer we do that, the the carrier, its wings tilted slightly, first
safe unleashing of extreme violence: vi- more vulnerable we are. So the shorter we one way and then the other, adjusting,
olence not just in terms of what hap- make that window the better. We’re al- compensating. Three arresting wires, as
pened hundreds or thousands of miles ways looking for effectiveness, always thick as rope, were stretched across the
away, where the planes were headed, shooting for a thirty-minute window rear of the deck. On the port side of the
but here, where the immense forces re- from the initial launching of an aircraft boat, very near the back, the landing-
quired for launch were kept under sim- until that last bird lands.” signal officers—all pilots themselves—
mering control. Rancourt was the ranking aircraft- communicated detailed refinements of
Flight Deck Control was the fiefdom handling officer on the ship. For a long approach to the pilot.
of Lieutenant Commander Ron Ran- time, working on a flight deck was re- The plane thumps down and then,
court. He had a view of the activities garded as the most dangerous job in the rather than slowing, immediately accel-
from what he called “the nerve center of world. Now, he explained, it was “the erates to full speed, in case it misses all
flight operations.” In front of him was a safest most dangerous job”—at least, on the arresting wires and needs to bolt, as
Plexiglas-covered table with a plan of his watch it was. He’d been doing this had happened to us when we landed. If
the flight deck on it, on top of which for twenty-eight years, and there had the hook catches one of the arresting
were little model planes and helicopters. been no deaths on any of the decks he’d wires, the wire extends in a long V and
Rancourt referred to it as the Ouija worked. brings the plane to a halt. The dangers
board. For me, as a Brit, seeing this Up to a certain point, a plane can be of the operation are numerous and evi-
hands-on throwback to the Battle of touched by members of the ground dent. The plane can crash into the back
Britain, when the Women’s Auxiliary crew. Then a J.B.D. ( jet blast deflector) of the ship, slide off to port and into the
Air Force would broom little plaques comes up behind it, and everyone moves sea, or, worse, slide starboard into the is-
around a giant map of our island for- away. The plane goes to full power— land, people, tow trucks, and other
tress, evoked nostalgic feelings. Appro- only now does one appreciate that the parked planes. The metaphor that kept
priately, as it turned out: after this de- aircraft has been idling, dawdling. The coming up in pilots’ accounts was that
ployment, Rancourt’s quaintly efficient wing flaps jiggle. Final checks. Thumbs- landing on a carrier was like trying to
board was to be replaced by a new elec- up between the pilot and the last two land on a postage stamp.
tronic system, in keeping with the high- members of the ground crew, who If all goes as planned, the plane
tech style of operations elsewhere on the scurry away, staying low. The plane is comes to a halt, the tail hook is raised,
ship. Around the edge of the board, flung forward by a catapult and quickly and the arresting wire is released and
under the Plexiglas, were banknotes curves away from the end of the carrier, comes snaking back, helped on its way
of various denominations in many over the sea. In its wake, there is a wash by crew members, who prod it along.
56 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014
Within seconds, it’s back in place, or parents that they were being hon- had a thousand arrested landings to his
kinked and quivering somewhat from ored. The Captain’s Avenger of the Day credit. That added up to a lot of skill, a
the strain, but otherwise ready for the announcement ended not with a hierar- lot of thrills, and a whole load of scares.
next tug-of-war with an F-18. chical nod of approval but with a dem- I could see the shapes of the men’s
ocratic “Well done, shipmate!” In that faces, slightly illuminated when they
IN DEEP
The dark and dangerous world of extreme cavers.
BY BURKHARD BILGER
mountains are home to the Chevé system, some eighty-five hundred feet deep—potentially the deepest cave in the world.
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 63
ruary, three months before the rainy
season. It was only mid-March now,
but the weather wasn’t always predict-
able. In 2009, a flash flood had trapped
two of Gala’s teammates in these tun-
nels for five days, unsure if the water
would ever recede.
Gala had seen traces of its passage on
the way down: old ropes shredded to
fibre, phone lines stripped of insulation.
When the heavy rain began to fall, it
would flood this cave completely, trick-
ling down from all over the mountain,
gathering in ever-widening branches,
dislodging boulders and carving new
tunnels till it poured from the mountain
into the Santo Domingo River. “You
don’t want to be there when that hap-
pens,” Stone said. “There is no rescue,
period.” To climb straight back to the
surface, without stopping to rig ropes
“Half a dozen brown—three large, three jumbo!” and phone wire, would take them four
days. It took three days to get back from
t t the moon.
obstacle course, relentless in its chal- cavers bushwhacking across the cloud Santo Domingo. “Imagine a storm-tun-
lenges. Near the main entrance, there’s forest in search of new entrances. They nel system in a city,” Stone told me. “All
a thirty-foot section known as the Cat found more than a hundred, including these feeders connect to a trunk and
Walk, where a caver can hoist his pack a spectacular cliff-face opening called then go out to an estuary. We’re in the
and stroll forward without thinking. Atanasio. The most promising, though, back door trying to get into that primary
It’s the only place like it in the system. was a more modest but gusty opening conduit.” This is it, he said. This is the
“Every other piece of this cave might kill labelled J2 (the “J” was for jaskinia— big one. “If everything goes well, we’ll
you,” Gala told me. Polish for “cave”). It was wide open at be as far as anyone has ever been inside
Bill Stone has led seven expeditions to the top, but pinched tight as soon as you the earth.”
Chevé in the past ten years, all but one of went down. The Australians called it
them with Gala. In 2003, his team dove
through a sump that had thwarted cav-
ers for more than a decade, then climbed
Barbie.
The J2 system runs roughly parallel
to the main Chevé passage and about a
D eep caving demands what Stone
calls siege logistics. It’s not so
much a matter of conquering a cave as
down to nearly five thousand feet, mak- thousand feet above it. The water’s exact outlasting it. Just to set up base camp in
ing Chevé the deepest cave in the West- course through the mountain is hard to Mexico, his team had to move six
ern Hemisphere. But there was no clear predict, but cave surveys and Stone’s truckloads of material more than twelve
way forward: the main passage ended in 3-D models suggest that the two sys- hundred miles and up a mountain.
a wall of boulders. The only option was tems eventually merge. If Gala and Then the real work began. Exploring
to try to bypass the blockage by entering Short could get past the sump beyond Chevé is like drilling a very deep hole.
the system farther downslope. The fol- Camp Four, their route should join up It can’t be done in one pass. You have
lowing spring, Stone sent teams of Pol- with Chevé, drop another twenty-five to go down a certain distance, return
ish, Spanish, Australian, and American hundred feet, and barrel down to the to the surface, then drill down a little
66 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 PHOTOGRAPH BY EMILIANO GRANADO
farther, over and over, until you can go going to find is candy,” Stone said. While I was in Texas, one of the re-
no deeper. While one group is recover- “Stuff like Snickers—that’s bullshit.” breathers kept shutting down for no ap-
ing on the surface, the other is shuttling When I looked closer, though, I found parent reason (it was later found to have
provisions farther into the cave. Stone’s a bottle of miniature chocolates that a faulty fail-safe program), and this was
team had to establish four camps under- Vickie had hidden among the supplies. the sixth generation of that design. The
ground, each about a day’s hike apart. Cavers, even more than climbers, fuel cells weren’t nearly as robust. Stone
Latrines had to be dug, ropes rigged, have to travel light and tight. Bulky would keep them in shockproof, water-
supplies consumed, and refuse carried packs are a torture to get through nar- tight cases, but he doubted that would
back to the surface. Divers like Gala and row fissures, and every ounce is ex- suffice. “We’re going to take them down
Short were just advance scouts for the tracted tenfold in sweat. Over the years, there and turn them into broken pieces
mud-spattered army behind them, lug- caving gear has undergone a brutal of plastic,” he said.
ging thirty-pound rubber duffelbags Darwinian selection, lopping off redun-
through the cave—sherpas of a sort,
though they’d never set foot on a moun-
taintop. Stone called them mules.
dant parts and vestigial limbs. Tooth-
brushes have lost their handles, forks a
tine or two, packs their adjustable
S tone knew what it meant to be a
battered piece of hardware: he’d
turned sixty that December and had
Two months earlier, in Texas, I’d straps. Underwear is worn for weeks on spent more than a year of his life under-
watched the final preparations for the end, the bacteria kept back by antibiotic ground. His gangly frame—six feet
trip. Stone’s headquarters are about silver and copper threads. Simple items four, with a wingspan nearly as wide—
fifteen minutes southeast of Austin, on are often best: Nalgene bottles, water- was kept knotty by free weights, and he
thirty acres of drought-stricken scrub. proof and unbreakable, have replaced could still outclimb and outcarry most
There is a corrugated building out front all manner of fancier containers; cavers twenty-five-year-olds. But he was get-
that’s home to Stone Aerospace, a ro- even stuff their sleeping bags into them. ting old for an extreme sport like this,
botics firm he started in 1998, and a Yet the biggest weight savings have and he knew it. He had the whiskered,
two-story log house in back, where he come from more sophisticated gear. weather-beaten look of an old lobster-
lives with his wife, Vickie, a fellow- Stone has a Ph.D. in structural engi- man. “I think it’s a little surprising to
caver. (They met at a party where Stone neering from the University of Texas him how hard the caving is on his body
overheard her talking about tactical rig- and spent twenty-four years at the Na- these days,” one of the team members
ging.) The trucks were scheduled to tional Institute of Standards and Tech- told me. “I won’t say that he’s feeling his
leave in two days, and every corner of nology, in Gaithersburg, Maryland. age, but he’s realizing that he isn’t at the
the house had been requisitioned for His company has worked on numerous pointy end of the stick anymore.”
supplies. One room was piled with cook robotics projects for NASA, including As a leader, Stone models himself
pots, cable ladders, nylon line, and long autonomous submarines destined for on the great expeditionary Brits of the
underwear. Another had dry suits, div- Europa, Jupiter’s sixth moon. The re- past century. He has an engineer’s me-
ing masks, rebreathers, and oxygen bot- breathers for the Chevé trip were of his thodical mind and an explorer’s heroic
tles. In the basement, eight long picnic own design. Their carbon-fibre tanks self-image. He’s pragmatic about de-
tables were stacked with more than a weighed a fourth of what conventional tails and romantic about goals. His
thousand pounds of provisions. Shrink- tanks weigh and lasted more than four teammates often compare him to Er-
wrapped flats of peanuts, cashews, and times longer underwater; their software nest Shackleton, another explorer who
energy bars sat next to rows of four-litre could precisely regulate the mix and felt most alive in the world’s most un-
bottles filled with staples and dry mixes: flow of gases. pleasant places. But Shackleton, despite
quinoa, oatmeal, whey protein, mangos, Stone’s newest obsession was a set of shipwreck and starvation, never lost a
powdered potatoes, and broccoli-cheese methanol fuel cells from a company man under his direct command. (“I
soup. Stone had tamped in some of the called SFC Energy. Headlamps, phones, thought you’d rather have a live donkey
ingredients using an axe handle. scuba computers, and hammer drills than a dead lion,” he told his wife, after
“In the past, I’d lose twenty-five (used to drive rope anchors into the failing to reach the South Pole.) Cave
pounds on one of these trips,” Stone rock) all use lithium batteries that have diving is less forgiving. Stone has lost
told me. “We can burn as many calories to be recharged. On this trip the cavers four teammates on his expeditions, in-
as a Tour de France rider every day un- would also be carrying GoPro video cluding Henry Kendall, the Nobel
derground.” Ascending Chevé, he once cameras for a documentary that would Prize-winning physicist. Kendall failed
said, was like climbing Yosemite’s El be shown on the Discovery Channel. In to turn on the oxygen in his rebreather
Capitan at night through a freezing wa- the past, Stone had tried installing a while cave diving in Florida. Others
terfall. To fine-tune the team’s diet, he’d paddle wheel underground to generate have succumbed to narcosis or hypoxia,
modelled it on Lance Armstrong’s pro- electricity from the stream flow, with fallen from cliffs or had grand-mal sei-
gram, aiming for a ratio of seventeen per fairly feeble results. But a single bottle zures, lost their way or lost track of
cent protein, sixteen per cent fat, and of methanol and four fuel cells—each time. They’ve buried themselves so deep
sixty-seven per cent carbohydrates. In about the size of a large toaster—could that they couldn’t come back up.
Mexico, the supplies would be replen- power the whole expedition. The ques- Stone’s single-minded, almost mech-
ished with local beans, vegetables, and tion was whether they’d survive. High- anistic style can sometimes raise hack-
dried machaca beef. “What you aren’t tech gear tends to be fragile and finicky. les. He can be inspiring one moment
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and dismissive the next. “Bill has prob- from a farmhouse in the valley—load- tion—of pride in their wretched cir-
lems identifying people’s emotions,” ing the heaviest items on burros and cumstance and willingness to endure
Gala told me. “So he doesn’t always the rest on their backs. They’d set up it. As Gala put it, “It’s just one contin-
react to them well.” Then again it’s hard tents and dug latrines, strung lights uous miserable.”
to avoid tension in a sport that takes and cut trails to the cave. The camp Fifty-four cavers from thirteen coun-
such a mortal toll. Stone’s mentor, the was spread out beneath pines and low- tries, forty-three of them men and
legendary cave diver Sheck Exley, re- hanging clouds, on a rare stretch of rel- eleven women, would pass through the
trieved forty corpses from diving sites in atively flat ground. To one side, the camp that spring. The team had a core
Florida alone, then drowned in a Mex- Discovery crew had erected a geodesic of twenty or so veteran members, rein-
ican cenote in 1994. “When cavers be- dome with two full editing stations in- forced by recruits from caving groups
come cave divers, they usually die be- side. To the other, the cavers had hung worldwide. On any given day, the cave
cause of it,” Stone’s friend James Brown a giant blue tarp, sheltering a long ply- might be home to a particle physicist
told me. In 1988, Brown and Stone wood table, stacks of provisions, and from Berkeley, a molecular biologist
were called in to help remove the body a pair of two-burner camp stoves. On from Russia, a spacecraft engineer from
of a female diver from a cave near Al- most expeditions, base camp is a place Washington, D.C., a rancher from
toona, Pennsylvania. When they found to dry out and recover from infections Mexico, a geologist from Sweden, a tree
her, she was tangled in rope at the bot- acquired underground—cracked skin surgeon from Colorado, a mathemati-
tom of a sump, arms so stiff that, Brown and inflamed cuts and staph bacteria cian from Slovenia, a theatre director
recalled, Stone suggested they cut them that burrow under your fingernails till from Poland, and a cave guide from
off for easier transport. “Nobody liked they ooze pus. But this forest was nearly Canada who lived in a Jeep and spent
that idea much,” Brown said. “But after as wet as the cave. two hundred days a year underground.
a while her arms softened up, and we “Welcome to Hell,” one of the cav- They were a paradoxical breed: restlessly
were able to fold them down.” ers told me, when I joined him by the active yet fond of tight places, highly
It took them two days to get her out, campfire that first night. “Where hap- analytical yet indifferent to risk. They
with Stone pushing from behind. “He piness goes to die,” another added. seemed built for solitude—pale, phleg-
kept saying, ‘Don’t leave me back here There was a pause, then someone matic creatures drawn to deep holes and
if she gets stuck!’ ” Brown said. If there’s launched into the colonel’s monologue dark passages—yet they worked to-
one rule of caving, Stone told me, it’s from “Avatar”: “Out there, beyond that gether as a selfless unit: the naked mole
that you never leave a person behind. fence, every living thing that crawls, rats of extreme sport. As far as I could
Especially if they’re alive, he added. “If flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill tell, only two things truly connected
they’re dead, it’s another matter.” you and eat your eyes for jujubes. . . . If them: a love of the unknown and a tol-
you wish to survive, you need to culti- erance for pain.
a “squeeze freak” like some of the oth- growing louder as he went, but an enor- that are down there and me—and, God
ers. His broad, bony shoulders weren’t mous stalagmite blocked the way, with bless them, Phil and Marcin want to see
built for these tunnels. In the tightest only a thin gap to one side. He stretched daylight.”
fissures he had to take off his helmet just an arm and a leg through the open- It was too late to recruit new divers
to turn his head, or strip down to his dry ing and shimmied around, thankful to the team. The best candidate, a vet-
suit and wriggle between walls for hun- again to be rid of his gear. When he was eran British caver named Jason Mallin-
dreds of feet. (They called one passage through, he found himself in a great son, had joined another expedition,
the Contusion Tubes.) “It’s hypother- chamber filled with mist and spray, its across the river at a cave system called
mic as hell down there,” he told me. floor split by a yawning chasm. The Huautla. “He’s one of the best divers in
“The wind is whipping through, the river ran into it from the right and fell the world,” Stone told me. “But he has
water’s in contact with the rock, and farther than his light could follow. a certain personality—it’s abrasive, and
you can just feel the calories being Across the chamber, thirty or forty feet what I really wanted this year was har-
sucked out. It can be more dangerous away, a huge borehole stretched into the mony, and I got it.” Stone had planned
than a high-altitude peak at twenty- darkness. This is it, Gala thought, the to join Gala and Short for the last leg of
five below.” By the time he’d resurfaced breakthrough they’d imagined. With the expedition, to see the very deepest
70 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014
Clockwise from top: a caver rappels down a water-
fall; Matt Covington, a caver from Arkansas, who
says that “a good caver is one who forgets how bad it
really is”; Marcin Gala, a Polish veteran, who
climbed the deepest cave system then known, in
the French Alps, when he was seventeen.
in their thermal underwear. The water water cascaded down to yet another a passage higher up, where a series of
here was a few degrees warmer than pool, twenty feet below. They rigged pools led to a breakdown pile along a
higher up in the cave, but still close to ropes for the descent, scrabbled down, fault line, and then a wide-open tunnel
forty degrees below body temperature, and swam across, their limbs trembling beyond it. “I had this feeling that we
and the sopping cloth kept it close to as the cold sank into them. In the dis- were almost done,” he told me. “We will
their skin. Yet they kept moving for- tance, the dusty beam of Gala’s head- climb these boulders. We will find a
ward. “Expedition fever had bitten us,” lamp picked out a pile of boulders in huge borehole, and that will open the
Short says. their path, but this only quickened his way to Chevé.”
When they reached the far shore, the pulse. It reminded him so clearly of It was not to be. When Gala and
PHOTOGRAPH BY EMILIANO GRANADO
through it like an endless bolt of tur- this spring, he was joining an expedi-
quoise cloth. tion across the river to Huautla, where
They stood there for a moment in Jason Mallinson had managed to
shock, not quite believing that they’d reach a depth of more than five thou-
reached the end. They knew that the sand feet—a new record for the West-
cave kept on going below, gathering ern Hemisphere. Huautla can never go
the waters of Chevé beneath them. Yet as deep as Krubera, Stone said, much
there was no way forward. Like the less the full Chevé system. But it could
cavers in Krubera before the side tun- well be the longest deep cave in the
nel was discovered, they had yet to world. Why not see how far it goes?
unlock the system’s secret door. Gala That was as good a reason as any. For
looked over at Short—he was shak- most of the team, though, it wasn’t the
ing uncontrollably now, his wiry limbs chance at a record that would bring
lacking all insulation—and was grate- them back, or even the lure of virgin
ful, once again, to have him at his side. cave. It was the camaraderie under-
“It’s like a friendship during war,” he ground—the deep fellowship of shared
told me. “So strong an experience, it misery. The camps down there were just
ties souls together.” He clasped Short’s a few damp tents on rubble, clustered
shoulder and told him to go make around a propane flame. The food was
some hot drinks while he finished sur- the same dehydrated stuff they ate
veying. Then they packed up their gear up top. A trip to the latrine could be
and began the long climb back to the a life-threatening experience—a squat
surface. on slippery rocks above a thundering
chasm. But after weeks underground,
THE ANCHOR
The Africans who risk all to reach Europe look to an exiled priest as their savior.
BY MATTATHIAS SCHWARTZ
know how to swim. We asked if we side the cabins. Some saw their sons
could pay extra for life jackets; Ermias and daughters and wives and chose to
between the north and south of the world.” refused. His men locked us in a ware- drown; some drowned trying to save
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 77
them. Some called out their names and he writes down their coördinates and feet of water, was a newborn baby, still
the names of their villages, so that news passes them on to the Italian authorities attached by the umbilical cord to his
of their deaths might be carried to shore. to arrange for rescue. When there is no mother, who had drowned while giv-
rescue, Zerai takes to Italian TV and ing birth.
fore him seemed to strike him as mirac- left. Some witnesses identified the ves- were now reborn. They should think
ulous. “Because of Abba Mussie, I am sels as belonging to the Italian Coast about what to do with their new lives
here in life!” he exclaimed. Guard. Others were not sure. (A spokes- and not dwell too much on what had
In a nearby café, Zerai and Estefanos man for the Coast Guard vehemently happened. “He say this happens because
met a group of older October 3rd sur- denied any contact with the Eritreans’ of God,” Mogos told me afterward.
vivors who were acting as representa- boat.) Outside, on the steps of the church,
tives for the rest. One of them, Mesfin The next morning, Zerai, in a brimless a man sat alone wearing a towel over his
Asmelash, was forty years old, tall and white hat and a white robe, stood in front head, like a shawl. It was his partner
slender. He wore spotless white Nikes, of the altar in the church on the plaza. who had drowned while giving birth. A
which had been sent to him by a relative Near the entrance hung a painting of poem mourning the child later spread
while he was in Sudan. He showed Es- Paul, barefoot and shackled, floating on a through Eritrea’s online diaspora: “His
tefanos a list, handwritten in Tigrinya, plank of wood. He was sailing as a pris- mother feebly fighting to stay afloat /
that attempted to collect the names of oner from Palestine to Rome when his A baby boy was born / No one saw
the October 3rd dead, with the age, na- ship was swamped by a storm. He washed his eyes / Open briefly / Then shut.” I
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 81
watched from across the square as Este-
fanos approached the child’s father, put
her hand on his shoulder, and took out I TOOK OUT THE PART
her recorder. He said that his partner
was named Yohanna, or “congratula- I took out the part where I compared a letter
tions,” in honor of Eritrea’s indepen- Travelling steadily in its envelope
dence. He had searched for her that To the live pig I saw, travelling
night in the water and on every boat that Calmly in a basket
came to shore. Atop the head of a woman
Zerai spent the rest of the day dis- Riding a bicycle down the street in Bali. Too much
pensing what he called “small, practical I figured. Juliet’s “happy dagger” came in
help.” This took the form of mobile A little later on, and I took that out. I took out
phones and SIM cards. Under an Italian Mention of the elephant’s
anti-terrorism law, the detainees could Foot pad, how it expands “like a bag of jelly”
not buy SIMs without passports. Nor When pressure is applied, meaning
could they change money or receive wire The weight of the elephant. I might have been
transfers from their families. Zerai en- Packing for your transcontinental
listed journalists and tourists with valid Bike ride, because I deemed superfluous
passports to buy SIMs on their behalf, The woodpecker’s tongue reaching
then he passed them out to a circle of Back and curling around the
Eritrean detainees, as an older man Jackhammered brain like a skein of Bubble Wrap
checked their names off a list. Zerai Which I learned about from Patty. And
showed the recipients how to turn their I nixed the image of the lake’s crust
phones on and activate the SIMs. One by
one, he entered his number into their
address books. “We do everything that vest five billion euros in the country over through a call from a satellite phone. He
is possible to do today,” he said. “To- twenty years. In early 2011, as Qaddafi’s called the number back. A man named
morrow . . .” His voice trailed off. hold on Libya began to weaken, Italy Ghirma greeted him in Tigrinya. He
joined NATO in backing the revolution- told Zerai that he was on a thirty-foot
support laws that keep the playing field National and the National City Bank to- us paid to educate.” You used other peo-
tilted in their favor,” Warren writes. gether held “341 directorships in 112 cor- ple’s money. “You built a factory, and it
“Meanwhile, hardworking families are porations having aggregate resources or turned into something terrific or a great
told that they’ll just have to live with capitalization of $22,245,000,000,” a sum idea—God bless! Keep a big hunk of
smaller dreams for their children.” that is “nearly three times the assessed it. But part of the underlying social con-
“A Fighting Chance” is in many ways value of all the real estate in the City of tract is you take a hunk of that and pay
Warren believes that the two-income family has contributed to the bankruptcy rate: there’s no longer reserve capacity for hard times.
96 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014
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t t
forward for the next kid who comes had a heart attack and lost his job. The
along.” It’s the Brandeis in Warren that family lost a car and might have lost their
got her elected. What she does next will house if Warren’s mother hadn’t man-
have to do with the many ways in which aged to get a job at Sears. Warren went
2014 is not 1914. to college on a debating-society scholar-
ship but dropped out when she was
A
“ Fighting Chance” begins this way:
“I’m Elizabeth Warren. I’m a wife,
a mother, and a grandmother.” No-
nineteen to marry an old high-school
boyfriend, Jim Warren. She later fin-
ished college and moved with her hus-
where in “Other People’s Money” did band to New Jersey; he’d been trans-
Brandeis mention his life or his family; ferred there by his employer, I.B.M.
no doubt, these matters did not strike Warren started work as a schoolteacher;
him as relevant to his discussion of fi- by the end of her first year teaching,
nancial oligarchy. Also, Brandeis wasn’t when she was twenty-one, she was preg-
running for office. He was appointed to nant. “Somewhere in between diapers
the Supreme Court in 1916, but, even if and breast-feeding, I hatched the idea of
he had run for office, and had been re- going to school,” she writes. Her hus-
quired to write the necessary campaign band didn’t want her to work full time,
autobiography, its first words would not but agreed that it would be O.K. if she
have been “I’m Louis Brandeis. I’m a took classes. She decided on law school,
husband and a father.” because she liked the lawyers on TV.
Warren, like Brandeis, is a lawyer and Every day, she brought her daughter,
a scholar. She was born in Oklahoma in Amelia, to a woman who took care of
1949, the youngest of four children. half a dozen kids, and went to class at
When she was twelve years old, her fa- Rutgers Law School. By the end of her
ther, a salesman for Montgomery Ward, third year, she was pregnant again; she
98 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014
had a boy named Alex. Much of War- Westbrook teaches bankruptcy law at
ren’s book is about her children and the University of Texas School of Law,
grandchildren. She writes about a mo- where Warren taught from 1981 to
ment in 1978: “It was early evening, the 1987. (In 1986, Warren and West-
cranky time of day. I was jostling Alex on brook wrote a textbook, “The Law of
my hip and frying pork chops. Amelia Debtors and Creditors,” currently in its
was on the floor with crayons scattered seventh edition.) In “As We Forgive
all around. I kept an eye on the clock, Our Debtors,” Sullivan, Warren, and
knowing Jim would come through the Westbrook reported the results of a
door in about twenty minutes.” The study they made of twenty-four hun-
phone rang. It was a professor at the dred bankruptcy petitions filed in 1981.
University of Houston Law Center, ask- Bankruptcy rates had risen because of
ing her about a job inquiry she’d sent be- the 1978 Bankruptcy Reform Act,
cause her husband might be transferred which made filing for bankruptcy eas-
to Houston. Warren writes, “I tried to ier, but also because, by the nineteen-
sound smooth and relaxed, even as I jig- seventies, consumer spending had be-
gled Alex furiously in the hope that he come the engine of the American
wouldn’t start crying. And I kept looking economy. Sullivan, Warren, and West-
at those damn pork chops.” brook found that most filers weren’t
Warren got a teaching position at cheats or frauds and they also weren’t
the law school (where she was routinely poor; they were members of the middle
mistaken for a secretary), and the fam- class, undone by the volatility of the
ily moved to Houston. One day in 1979 economy and by a six-hundred-billion-
when she picked up Alex from a day- dollar consumer-credit industry. More
care center in a strip mall, he held on to than half were homeowners, and many
her and cried and cried and cried. She were women rearing children.
took him out of the day-care center. “I In 1987, Warren began teaching at
was so tired that my bones hurt,” War- the University of Pennsylvania Law
ren writes. She was about to quit. Then School. In 1995, she moved to Harvard.
her aunt Bee volunteered to move to In “The Fragile Middle Class: Ameri-
Houston from Oklahoma, to help take cans in Debt,” published by Yale in
care of the children. “Nearly eighty 2000, Sullivan, Warren, and West-
years old and so needed,” Bee said. Not brook reported the results of a follow-
long afterward, when Warren’s mar- up study of another twenty-four hun-
riage fell apart, her parents moved to dred bankruptcy filings, these from
Houston to help out, too. In 1980, 1991. Even more Americans were
Warren remarried. drowning in debt. Between 1979 and
Warren’s interest in debt, she says, is 1997, the number of personal-bank-
partly personal. “My daddy and I were ruptcy filings rose by four hundred
both afraid of being poor, really poor. per cent.
His response was never to talk about In an age of debt, an unexpected loss
money or what might happen if it ran can drive almost anyone to ruin. “Di-
out—never ever ever. My response was vorce, an unhappy second marriage, a se-
to study contracts, finance, and, most of rious illness, no job,” Warren writes. “A
all, economic failure, to learn everything turn here, a turn there, and my life might
I could.” Her research led her to con- have been very different, too.”
clude that the bankruptcy rate is a ca-
nary in the economy’s coal mine and
that, sometime during the Reagan Ad-
ministration, the canary died.
L ouis Brandeis had a knack for mak-
ing himself an expert on just about
anything, but the original “Brandeis
The argument Warren offers in “A brief” was a hundred-and-thirteen-page
Fighting Chance” is one that she began document that he submitted to the Su-
to make in “As We Forgive Our Debt- preme Court in 1908, in Muller v. Ore-
ors: Bankruptcy and Consumer Credit gon, a case concerning a law limiting the
in America,” a monograph written with workday for women in laundries and fac-
Teresa A. Sullivan and Jay Lawrence tories to ten hours. “The decision in this
Westbrook and published by Oxford in case will, in effect, determine the consti-
1989. Sullivan, a sociologist, is now tutionality of nearly all the statutes in
president of the University of Virginia; force in the United States, limiting the
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014 99
hours of labor of adult women,” Brandeis ers to count a wife’s income when eval-
explained in his brief. He proceeded to uating borrowers; the deregulation of
cite and summarize the findings of hun- the mortgage lending industry began in
dreds of reports and studies by physicians, 1980. With two wage earners and low
municipal health boards, public-health down payments, middle-class families
departments, medical societies, factory took on bigger mortgages and contrib-
inspectors, and bureaus of labor, demon- uted to an increase in the cost of hous-
strating the harm done to women who ing, especially when families with chil-
worked long hours, an argument that relied dren paid a premium for property in
on ideas about women’s weakness rela- school districts with high test scores. Fi-
tive to men. The Oregon law was upheld. nancial crisis, for a two-income family,
The efforts of a generation of Pro- usually means having to live, quite sud-
gressive reformers, including Brandeis, denly, on one income. In these straits,
lies behind the abolition of child labor families with children tend to totter on
and the establishment of maximum-hour the edge of ruin. “Having a child is now
and minimum-wage laws for both men the single best predictor that a woman
and women. A century later, Warren’s will end up in financial collapse,” War-
brief, too, has to do with the long hours ren and Tyagi reported. Between 1981
that women work. She’s interested in the and 2001, the number of women filing
unintended economic consequences that for bankruptcy rose more than six hun-
arise when women rearing children enter dred per cent.
the paid labor force. Warren’s counterin- Warren entered the world of policy-
tuitive argument is that, for all the public making when, in 1995, she was ap-
and private good that has come from pointed to serve on the National Bank-
gains made by women in education and ruptcy Review Commission, during the
employment, earning money has made Clinton Administration. She found the
women who are mothers more econom- work thrilling and the results madden-
ically vulnerable, not less. ing. She describes a report, sponsored by
Warren believes that the two-in- the banking industry, alleging that bank-
come family has contributed to the ruptcy protection amounted to a five-
bankruptcy rate. “For middle-class fam- hundred-and-fifty-dollar “hidden tax”
ilies, the most important part of the levied on every hardworking American
safety net for generations has been the family: “I’d spent nearly twenty years
stay-at-home mother,” Warren and her sweating over every detail in a string of
daughter, Amelia Warren Tyagi, wrote serious academic studies, agonizing over
in “The Two-Income Trap: Why Mid- sample sizes and statistical significance
dle-Class Mothers and Fathers Are to make certain that whatever I reported
Going Broke” (2003), a book aimed at was exactly right. Now the banks just
a wider audience than War- wrote a check, commis-
ren’s earlier, academic work. sioned a friendly study, and
(“Mom, you are boring,” purchased their own facts.”
Tyagi told Warren. “Col- Warren’s frustration was
laborating with my daugh- part of what led her to seek
ter is not for sissies,” War- a broader audience for her
ren says.) It used to be that research by writing “The
when a middle-class family Two-Income Trap,” which
was faced with a financial led to appearances on the
crisis the woman in the “Today” show and “Dr.
house could get a job, to Phil,” where she spoke with
tide things over, which is what hap- a family struggling with debt. “Year in
pened when Warren’s father had a heart and year out, I’d been fighting as hard as
attack and her mother got a job at Sears. I could,” Warren writes. “But by spend-
This cushion doesn’t exist in the two- ing a few minutes talking to that family
income family, which, in its short his- on Dr. Phil’s show—and to about six
tory—it has its origins, as a middle-class million other people who were looking
phenomenon, in the nineteen-seven- on—I might have done more good than
ties—has also taken on a great deal in an entire year as a professor.”
more housing debt. The 1974 Equal Nevertheless, the solutions that War-
Credit Opportunity Act required lend- ren has proposed often fail to convince.
100 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 21, 2014
To counter both the crisis in public ed- phy can be a snare. When Wendy Davis
ucation and the high cost of housing, decided to run for governor of Texas, her
Warren and Tyagi recommend a uni- consultants advised her to tell the story of
versal public-school voucher system in how she started out as a single mother
which parents could send their kids to before becoming a lawyer; conservatives
any public school: “An all-voucher sys- accused her of having abandoned her
tem would be a shock to the educa- children. This snare exists because polit-
tional system, but the shakeout might ical biography as a genre follows conven-
be just what the system needs.” Yes, tions whose origins lie with Andrew
that would be a shock. It would also be Jackson, in the early nineteenth century,
reckless. long before women gained the right to
In 2008, Warren joined a five-person vote or to hold office. Discrimination is
congressional-oversight panel whose the afterlife of discredited ideas. By the
creation was mandated by the seven- standards applied to Davis, who left her
hundred-billion-dollar bailout. She two young daughters with their father so
found that thrilling and maddening, that she could go to law school, most
too. In the spring of 2009, after the candidates elected to office in the United
panel issued its third report, critical of States in the past two centuries aban-
the bailout, Larry Summers took War- doned their children.
ren out to dinner in Washington and, But there’s another snare here: the
she recalls, told her that she had a choice danger of adopting, in place of the con-
to make. She could be an insider or an ventions of the Andrew Jackson’s-boot-
outsider, but if she was going to be an straps political biography, the newer
insider she needed to understand one conventions of diaper-pin Girl Jackson-
unbreakable rule about insiders: “They ianism. Political consultants appear to be
don’t criticize other insiders.” That’s eager to advise their female candidates to
about when Warren went on the Jon include, when telling the story of their
Stewart show, and you get the sense lives, gauzy intimacies, silly-little-me
that, over that dinner, she decided to confessions of domestic ineptitude, stagy
run for office. performances of maternal devotion, and
the shameless trotting out of twinkle-
GO GIANTS
nickname of “the G.A.N.,” while Wil-
liam Dean Howells placed it in the same
category as other quested-for chimeras,
A new survey of the Great American Novel. announcing that “the great American
novel, if true, must be incredible.” Kept
BY ADAM GOPNIK in quotation marks from the beginning,
it survived more as a dream than as a
goal. By the time Philip Roth, in the
nineteen-seventies, got around to actu-
ally writing a novel called “The Great
American Novel,” the only way to treat
it was as a joke. (Roth’s—very good—
novel was about baseball, then still the
Great American subject.)
What De Forest and some of his
followers were urging Americans to
write, Buell explains, was a very speci-
fic sort of book: the kind of panora-
mic, class-crossing, manner-marking,
epoch-defining novel that Balzac and
Thackeray (and, in a more radical way,
Dickens and, later, Zola) had produced
in England and France. A book that
gets it all in, from working-class accents
to eccentric aristocrats. Why no Amer-
ican has yet been able to pull off that
kind of book—a novel to stand along-
side “Lost Illusions” or “Bleak House,”
as a cross-section cut from a country—
is a good question, which Buell rather
quickly passes over. (It might simply be
that, in a country dedicated to the prop-
osition of the autonomous individual,
books about people defined by their
place in a social web will never fly, while
books about autonomous agents will al-
ways have a market, even if their moral
DRESS-UP
Gay’s “The Beggar’s Opera”—tells us a bit
about the world we’re entering as he pulls
back the heavy curtain, like an illusionist
Style in three new stagings. in love not with fantasy but with the con.
A scantily clad woman writhes against
BY HILTON ALS a wall as another woman, drunk and
passed out, is kicked awake by a man.
(The female characters, appropriately
and creatively dressed by Donna Zakow-
ska, remind one of Deborah Turbeville’s
wanted and wanting models, all done up
in Weltschmerz-tinted makeup.) A Street
Singer (the beautiful-of-face-and-voice
John Kelly) enters and performs the fa-
mous “Ballad of Mack the Knife,” about
the man at the center of this crummy
world, where cobblestones and souls exist
to be spat on: a pimp named Macheath
(the sexy, strapping Michael Park), who,
when we meet him, has just married Mr.
Peachum’s daughter, Polly (Laura Osnes,
whose Linda Ronstadt-like voice is very
true). There are things that Polly doesn’t
know about her husband: before they met,
he knocked up a woman named Lucy
Brown (Lilli Cooper, perfectly cast), who
is carrying not only his child but a hatred
for Polly that is matched in intensity only
by the despair that another of Macheath’s
lovers, Jenny (Sally Murphy), feels when-
Martha Clarke’s “Threepenny Opera” revival is less about style than about posing. ever she’s alone or in his presence. Jenny is
not your typical scorned woman: she’s
FIELD MANEUVERS
by such incidents as a bullying scandal,
criminal charges, and players paying a
“bounty” to teammates who injure men
“Draft Day” and “The Unknown Known.” on other teams. As if in response, “Draft
Day” offers a way of judging draft choices
BY DAVID DENBY based on virtue. Where Billy Beane dug
deep into the statistics and chose players
who didn’t look like stars, Sonny searches
for clues to a player’s character. But is a
college star who tells little lies about
himself likely to be a bust in the pros? Is
a guy who looks after his family likely to
be a great player? This literal-minded
movie sells old pieties and washes away
fear so thoroughly that it creates a new
kind of fantasy, in which all’s right with
a very troubled world.
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