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about people CONTRIBUTORS
with disabilities.
Douglas Preston (“The Day the Earth Rachel Aviv (“Bitter Pill,” p. 40) is a
So she gave. Died,” p. 52) has written more than thirty staff writer and a national fellow at
books. His latest nonfiction work, “The New America.
Lost City of the Monkey God,” is about
the discovery of an archeological site Nicola Twilley (“Home Smog,” p. 34), a
in the Honduran rain forest. frequent contributor to the magazine,
is a co-host of the podcast “Gastropod.”
Paige Williams (“Under the Gun,” p. 26) She is at work on two books: one about
became a staff writer in 2015. She is the refrigeration and one about quarantine.
author of “The Dinosaur Artist: Ob-
session, Betrayal, and the Quest for Steve Coll (Comment, p. 21), a staff
Earth’s Ultimate Trophy.” writer, is the dean of the Columbia
University School of Journalism. His
Kenton Nelson (Cover) is an artist based latest book is “Directorate S: The C.I.A.
in California. This is his fifth cover for and America’s Secret Wars in Afghan-
the magazine. istan and Pakistan.”
Joanna Biggs (Books, p. 83) is a writer Te-Ping Chen (Fiction, p. 66) is a writer
and editor at the London Review of based in Philadelphia.
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born with a brain injury. Nathan Heller (The Talk of the Town, ner Fellow at Stanford University, is
She created a fund in p. 24), a staff writer, has contributed to the author of the poetry collection “Sec-
The New York Community Trust the magazine since 2011. ond Empire.”
to help others with disabilities.
Forever. Joan Murray (Poem, p. 59) has published Dan Chiasson (Books, p. 90), a contri-
five poetry volumes, including “Swim- butor since 2007, teaches English at
Every year, her gift helps ming for the Ark: New and Selected Wellesley College. His latest book of
effective nonprofits provide Poems, 1990-2015.” poems is “Bicentennial.”
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TAKE ME TO THE RIVER tomers of clothing companies like Out-
door Voices should realize that they
Elizabeth Kolbert, in her article about aren’t just wearing plastic—eventually,
rising sea levels, ascribes much of Loui- they might be eating it, too.
siana’s disappearing coastline to the levee Henry Seth Resnik
system (“Under Water,” April 1st). The West Hollywood, Calif.
levees are indeed a significant cause of
the problem, but they aren’t the only one. After spending time with the staff and
Scientists employed by oil and gas com- the C.E.O. of Outdoor Voices, Tolentino
panies have conceded that their indus- observes that she has never been “less
try is responsible for at least thirty-six able to distinguish what was good from
per cent of the land loss. River dams are what was profitable, or my life from my
also a problem: on the Missouri, which work.” The concept of “wellness” pro-
empties into the Mississippi, just six moted by Outdoor Voices and many Juan Navarro, first music by a New World composer published in
dams retain roughly a hundred mil- other companies depends on the blurring the Americas, Mexico, 1604. Estimate $8,000 to $12,000.
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John M. Barry Nasty Gal in her list of companies that, (Yellow gold
and diamond)
New Orleans, La. like Outdoor Voices, are “highly visible,
female-centered, life-style-adjacent, Graduated
WELLNESS CULTURE digital-savvy millennial brands built spiral
necklace,
around a charismatic founder and her Swiss,
c.1980
There are many reasons to be skeptical story.” It’s true that when Sophia Amo- $27,500
of Outdoor Voices, the faddish cloth- ruso founded Nasty Girl, in 2006, her
ing brand that Jia Tolentino writes about personality was central to the branding
in her recent piece on athleisure, and of the company. Initially, this seemed like
its C.E.O.’s commitment to the health a successful formula. But by 2015 Amoruso
of its customers (“Athleisure Time,” had resigned as C.E.O., and by 2017 the Hinged
bangle
March 18th). Chief among these is the company had declared bankruptcy, after bracelet,
fact that a significant amount of the spending heavily on advertising that French, c.1970
$6,750
brand’s clothing is made of plastic. Only failed to build a long-term customer
a few weeks ago, The New Yorker ran a base. The brand was bought by an on-
piece by Carolyn Kormann about the line fashion retailer. Entrepreneurs seek-
Bee pin
world’s growing addiction to plastic, ing to emulate the early success of com- $1,750
which is severely degrading the ocean panies like Nasty Gal would do well to
environment. A 2017 report by the In- consider the whole story.
ternational Union for Conservation of Joshua C. Garbarino
Nature estimated that thirty-five per Philadelphia, Pa.
cent of microplastics entering the ocean
comes from synthetic textiles. As Kor- •
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When the new arts space the Shed opens, on April 5, it’ll be heralded by “Soundtrack of America.” The
five-day concert series highlights a broad spectrum of black music, calling on such acts as the soulful folk band
Victory, the punk musician Tamar-kali, the vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Braxton Cook, the R. & B.
and jazz-fusion outfit Phony Ppl, and the Afrofuturist duo Oshun (all pictured above). Lovingly curated
with an eye toward innovation, this progressive bill is filled with artists as galvanizing as they are virtuosic.
After
59E59
When the Beckmans (Denise Cormier and
Bill Phillips) drop by the tastefully appointed
house of the Campbells (Mia Matthews and
Michael Frederic), they are not paying a
friendly social call: their teen-age son has
received an alarming text from the Camp-
bells’ son, a schoolmate, and now the adults
must process the boys’ entanglement. As
in Yasmina Reza’s “God of Carnage,” bul-
lying precipitates a confrontation between
concerned parents. After this premise is
established, however, the playwright Mi-
White Columns is New York City’s oldest alternative gallery, founded in chael McKeever (“Daniel’s Husband”) takes
1970 by a cohort of downtown experimentalists. Its current director, the a different route. Preoccupied by issues of
incomparable Matthew Higgs—a British-born curator, artist, writer, and responsibility and guilt, the show, directed
by Joe Brancato, lays down each side’s po-
d.j.—has burnished that indie-insider legacy, supporting fresh M.F.A. grads sition a little too artlessly—the language
and rock stars alike. More crucially, Higgs has an impeccable eye for free and structure are strictly utilitarian. But
spirits working at a remove from the system. Shortly before the ferociously the approach is effective: it’s obvious from
the get-go that this is the kind of story that
talented Kwakwaka’wakw artist Beau Dick died, in British Columbia in doesn’t end well, and “After” moves along
2017, at the age of sixty-one, he and Higgs planned his first solo show in with a chilling ineluctability.—Elisabeth Vin
New York, a convocation of ceremonial masks so visceral they might as well centelli (Through April 14.)
be breathing. Carved from Western red cedar, painted red, blue, green, and
black, and embellished with horsehair and bark, they are rooted in centuries If Pretty Hurts Ugly Must
of tribal tradition (Dick was a hereditary chief ) and informed by concerns Be a Muhfucka
about disregard for the planet and rapacious consumerism. One skull-pale Playwrights Horizons
ghost wears banknotes in place of a headdress, poised to wage what the Akim wants to hang out with friends and
artist described as “nonviolent but spiritual warfare.”—Andrea K. Scott date a cute boy—in other words, this teen-
ager wants a normal life. Unfortunately,
her striking looks get in the way: Akim’s
parents fear that less fortunate girls may
approach to symbols of masculinity isn’t po- dispersal of color, made by Whitney Claf- become jealous, and even her schoolmates
lemical; instead, her alternately meditative lin this year. Ulla Wiggen, a septuagenarian are wary. “God of earth, god of wind, god of
and mocking gestures suggest a compellingly Swedish painter, is represented by six out- fire, god of the Obamas!,” Akim (Níkẹ Uche
ambivalent nostalgia.—J.F. (Through April 21.) standing paintings of computer circuitry, Kadri) pleads. “Please take my beauty away
made between 1964 and 1968, which chan- from me!” Set in “Affreakah-Amirrorkah”
nel the clairvoyant past of Hilma af Klint and inspired by a Nigerian folktale, Tori
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“Vista View” while predicting the digital future.—A.K.S. Sampson’s assured professional début adorns
(Through April 20.) a picaresque narrative with magical-poetic
Galerie Buchholz touches. The show, zippily directed by Leah
UPTOWN Caleb Considine, who is in his C. Gardiner, handles the subjectivity of
mid-thirties and lives in New York, is a re- beauty and how we respond to people’s ap-
alist painter of lapidary precision and leftist THE THEATRE pearance with a light touch and an offbeat
perspective, which you might guess from the wit. And it’s clear that the playwright and
labor he lavishes on Everyman subjects, in- her talented cast have great affection for
cluding subway interiors as exalted as any Accidentally Brave the characters—the humor is never facile or
cathedral. This uncommonly absorbing show, mean.—E.V. (Through April 5.)
DR2
ILLUSTRATION BY CHLOE CUSHMAN
wake
up call.
More people look up
health tips than take
their daily medication
as prescribed.
Southern Promises
Flea
The backdrop for this new production of
Thomas Bradshaw’s 2008 play is a giant,
stage-wide photo of the façade of an ante-
bellum plantation mansion. It’s angled in
such a way that it looms menacingly, but
you could also say that it represents a society
about to topple. And pretty soon the stage is
filled with scenes illustrating the corruption,
degradation, sinfulness, hypocrisy, and inhu-
manity bred by the practice of slavery. We
witness rapes, whippings, murders, betrayals,
and the tearing asunder of families. The fact
that the cast of ten is made up entirely of
performers of color is supposed to give a
spin to the unconscionable racism of these
acts, but it’s hard to find anything besides
tiresome disgust in Niegel Smith’s heavy-
handed, meant-to-shock direction.—K.M.
(Through April 14.)
Eddie Perfect, a book by Scott Brown and Anthony King, and direction to figure it all out: Leo (Daveed Diggs), a
by Alex Timbers (“Oh, Hello on Broadway”). The crackerjack Alex light-skinned black man, is a painter with no
gallery; his closest friends include his lover,
Brightman, who starred in “School of Rock,” slips into Michael Keaton’s Dawn (Zoë Winters), a white litigator, and
zebra-striped suit and green fright wig, as the netherworld’s equivalent another couple, Ralph (Thomas Sadoski), who
of a used-car salesman. Sophia Anne Caruso (“Lazarus”) joins him in is white, and Misha (Sheria Irving), who is
black. Then Leo has a proposition: Will Ralph
the Winona Ryder role, as a goth teen-ager who discovers that her new be his slaveowner? In the old days, when a
house is haunted by its former owners.—Michael Schulman slave had a master and he was a good slave,
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AT THE BALLET ing.—Brian Seibert (April 2-7 and April 9-14.)
Ayodele Casel
Various locations
In 2011, Natalia Osipova, a shooting star of Moscow’s Bolshoi Ballet, A tap dancer of fine-grained musicianship,
left that august institution, she said, because she was tired of dancing Casel has lately found her voice as an ap-
the saucy señorita in “Don Quixote.” Now, after a stopover in the top pealing spokesperson for her art. Dancing or
talking, she’s a grounded charmer. That makes
ranks at American Ballet Theatre, she’s a principal at London’s Royal her an excellent choice to lead the inaugural
Ballet. She does things on the side, too. On April 3-6, with the superb tour of “City Center on the Move.” At recre-
David Hallberg, Osipova will give a special solos-and-duets concert ation centers in all five boroughs, this proud
Bronx native is putting on free shows with
at City Center. You’d think the evening’s highlight would be the duet some up-and-coming dancers and a Latin-jazz
from Antony Tudor’s luscious “The Leaves Are Fading” (1975), but, as trio that includes the composer and band-
it turns out, the best piece on the program is “Valse Triste,” set to the leader Arturo O’Farrill. See nycitycenter.org/
onthemove for a full schedule.—B.S. (April 3-5
Sibelius hit, by Alexei Ratmansky, Osipova’s old boss at the Bolshoi. and April 12-14.)
Ratmansky made this ballet for her, and it combines her sometimes
relentless can-do-ism with an unforced sweetness. She should send him
a present.—Joan Acocella Kyle Abraham /A.I.M
N.Y.U. Skirball
Drawing on his experience in club dance and
he was protected by the master. After some Michel Fokine, Vaslav Nijinsky, and George hip-hop, Abraham delves into representations
initial obligatory horror, Ralph agrees, and Balanchine, felt for ancient and archaic art. of masculinity, coolness, and glamour in the
for forty days and forty nights Leo becomes The drapery on a Hellenistic statuette of a context of African-American and hip-hop
his slave. In this play, race and pain are met- muse stands next to a chitonlike costume for culture. In many ways, his newest piece,
aphorical props, attached not to real bodies the ballet “Daphnis and Chloé”; shapes from “Live! The Real MC,” evolves from an ear-
but to black-and-white forms the playwright ancient Egyptian friezes pop up on a costume lier work, a solo Abraham created for himself
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can imagine but cannot feel. (4/1/19)—H.A. for the ballet “Cléopâtre.” And the images of a in 2006, called “Inventing Pookie Jenkins.”
(Through May 5.) maenad and a satyr on a Greek amphora pre- In it, Abraham, wearing a long skirt, played
figure the stylized movements of Nijinsky’s with conventions of toughness and urban
“Afternoon of a Faun.” It’s worth noting that attitude. Now, more than a decade later, his
every object in the show is extraordinarily ideas about identity and self-presentation
DANCE beautiful in its own right.—Marina Harss have deepened, unfolding in a wider spectrum
(Through June 2.) of colors. Here, one way of approaching the
subject is through the prism of Carlo Col-
“Hymn to Apollo” lodi’s classic tale “Pinocchio.” What does
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Institute for the Study of Martha Graham Dance Company it mean, asks Abraham, to become a “real
boy”?—M.H. (April 4-6.)
the Ancient World Joyce Theatre
From its beginnings, in the Renaissance For its new season, Martha Graham’s
courts of Europe, the art of ballet has main- company commissions new work to pre-
tained a constant conversation with clas- sent alongside its founder’s repertory, and NIGHT LIFE
ILLUSTRATION BY ELENI KALORKOTI
sicism; its great champion Louis XIV saw brings back pieces made for the troupe
himself as a latter-day Apollo. The allure of by Annie-B Parson and Lucinda Childs. Musicians and night-club proprietors lead
antiquity was particularly strong for the Bal- Of the two premières, one is by Maxine complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in
lets Russes, a company founded in the early Doyle, a creator of the immersive show advance to confirm engagements.
twentieth century by the Russian impresario “Sleep No More,” and Bobbi Jene Smith, a
Serge Diaghilev. This small but exquisitely gutsy alumna of that show and of Batsheva
curated exhibition, “Hymn to Apollo: The Dance Company; it borrows themes from Sullivan Fortner Trio
Ancient World and the Ballets Russes,” viv- the myth of Demeter and Persephone. The
idly illustrates the fascination that many of other is by Pam Tanowitz, who, as a choreog- Village Vanguard
the Ballets Russes creators, particularly the rapher, would seem to have little in common A highlight of his latest album, “Moments
designer Léon Bakst and the choreographers with Graham, apart from brilliance. But Preserved,” finds the adroit pianist Sullivan
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Fortner reunited with his former employer, the Ex Hex Copper,” with the electronic production duo
late trumpeter Roy Hargrove, for a lovely ac- DJDS, is a concise showcase of his multi-
count of Elmo Hope’s early-sixties gem “Eyes Bowery Ballroom tudes: his warm, earthy tones applied to
So Beautiful As Yours.” It’s an off-center and As her fellow-alumni of nineties indie menacing trap rap and exuberant Afro-pop
cunning choice that showcases Fortner’s his- rock roll out their various comebacks, create a sound that, even in its darkest mo-
torical awareness as well as the shining touch Mary Timony has steadily gone about ments, sounds like bottled joy.—Briana
and unerring taste that he displayed on his her business, evolving through a series of Younger (April 5.)
recent work with the singer Cécile McLorin solo projects and collaborations. In recent
Salvant. He leads a trio that features the bass- years, that has meant Ex Hex, a power trio
ist Ameen Saleem and the drummer Jeremy (alongside Betsy Wright and Laura Harris) Detroit Love
(Bean) Clemons.—Steve Futterman (April 27.) with a hot sophomore album, “It’s Real.”
The band’s provenance may lie in an artsy Le Bain at the Standard
milieu of the East Coast and Generation X, The intimate and elegantly appointed eigh-
Open Mike Eagle yet its heart belongs to a mall from “Fast teenth floor of the Standard Hotel, with
Times at Ridgemont High.”—Jay Ruttenberg its crystal-clear sound system, is about the
Rough Trade NYC (April 4.) best place to dance to the pair of Motor City
The rapper Open Mike Eagle weaves sto- house-music heroes on this bill. DJ Minx
ries out of witty observations and wrenching was a resident at the crucial nineties Detroit
scenes of injustice. Take, for example, his 2017 Burna Boy club Motor, and she still plays with ferocious
album, “Brick Body Kids Still Daydream,” energy. Moodymann is one of the city’s major
through which he reconstructs the demol- Apollo Theatre dance auteurs—his mixes are steeped in
ished Chicago housing projects he lived in as The Nigerian artist Burna Boy seems to R. & B. history, with a political edge, while still
a child, filling them with memories of hopeful absorb the sun and dispense it through an putting a body in the mood to grind.—Michael
young people, tough-talking drug dealers, and arresting hybrid that includes traditional angelo Matos (April 5.)
elderly churchgoers. He centers the record’s and modern West African styles, hip-hop,
final scene on the tragedy of displacement as and R. & B., which he has deemed Afro-fu-
he broods, “They blew up my auntie’s build- sion. His album “Outside,” from last year, Honey Dijon
ing, put out her great-grandchildren.”—Julyssa is a euphoric celebration of homegrown and
Lopez (April 3.) diasporic sounds, but a recent EP, “Steel & 99 Scott
The d.j. Honey Dijon, a Chicago native who’s
long lived in Brooklyn and was recently added
to the BBC Radio 1 lineup, tends to play freely
FESTIVAL SEASON across the disco-house-techno continuum,
often favoring records marked by big ges-
tures. Her contribution to the Resident Ad-
visor podcast, uploaded this past New Year’s
Eve, starts that way, with Grace Jones’s florid
“Hurricane,” but soon enough it becomes—
surprise—an exploration of minimalism so
skeletal in places that it feels almost line-
drawn.—M.M. (April 5.)
Guy Gerber
Avant Gardner
A tech-house producer and d.j. from Tel
Aviv, Guy Gerber has tended to bring a
pitched urgency to his sets, as he did in a
memorable September, 2015, appearance
in Brooklyn. He seems to be maturing—in
recent appearances, the builds are a shade
airier and the bass grinds its way in more ju-
diciously. He tops the bill of a two-night mu-
sic-and-art project called “BLACK,” which
also features the Blaze, Mano Le Tough,
and, most promisingly, the sharp-witted
electronic singer-songwriter Marie David-
son.—M.M. (April 5.)
The Brooklyn Folk Festival is entering its eleventh year, which makes it
a battle-tested stalwart among music festivals and, in the folk world, a L’Rain
sexy young comer. Presented at St. Ann’s Church by the Jalopy Theatre National Sawdust
and School of Music, it thrives on its inclusiveness. This year’s edition Grief may be universal, but the ways in
opens on April 5 with a Sardinian vocal quartet and concludes, two days which we navigate it are unique and com-
and more than forty acts later, with a Malian kora player. It also features plex. For the Brooklyn-based experimental
artist L’Rain, mourning resembles gauzy
workshops on such pursuits as flat-foot dancing; like the beloved Newport free jazz and twinkling shoegaze melted
festivals of yore, the prevailing vibe is that of a socialist summer camp. into a hazy stew of ambient music and found
ILLUSTRATION BY YUKAI DU
Fittingly, one highlight is a sing-along to commemorate Pete Seeger— sounds. But, even in its heady sorrow, her
eponymous début album, from last year, still
no doubt presently engaged in unionizing his fellow-angels—on his manages to convey release and restoration.
centennial. Another is the annual Banjo Toss, a wish-fulfillment exercise Her first show as an artist-in-residence at
for generations of bluegrass audiences in which the festival producer National Sawdust further teases out those
ideas, employing video as well as spoken
Eli Smith leads contestants in hurling the instrument into the poor, word to probe the cycles of emotion.—B.Y.
unsuspecting Gowanus Canal.—Jay Ruttenberg (April 5.)
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CLASSICAL MUSIC
Gainsbourg is. She débuted at age twelve via into the trouser role of Sesto, her shimmery
her randy, deified father, Serge, before taking voice well suited to the marathon runs of
Lil Baby a two-decade breather (for movie stardom). “Parto, parto.” The revival of Jean-Pierre
Since 2006, the singer has made up for lost Ponnelle’s stately production also features
Terminal 5 time with a string of albums distinguished Elza van den Heever and the superlative Mo-
Hip-hop has been overrun by babies. Last by her breathy croon and a murderers’ row zartean Matthew Polenzani; Lothar Koenigs
month, separate shows featured Bali Baby of collaborators. On her latest, “Rest”—a new conducts. (April 3 and April 6 at 8.) • Also
and Yung Baby Tate, and this week brings the companion book complements the songs with playing: Michael Mayer’s staging of Verdi’s
sharp wit of the promising Charlotte rapper art and notes—Gainsbourg grapples with loss “La Traviata” (April 5 at 8), a fever dream of
Da Baby, whose nimble rhymes will be on over lush modern disco.—J.R. (April 9.) glimmering golds and rowdy parties, returns
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This immersive multidisciplinary perfor- artistic director, Richard Tognetti. Bach’s and J. G. Thirlwell and a recent work by Lisa
mance brings together the work of three of counterpoint is sketched in vivid color, and Renée Coons.—S.S. (April 9-10 at 8.)
the world’s most widely celebrated artists. a version of Beethoven’s Thirteenth String
The first section, presented in an earlier ver- Quartet, which ends with the kaleidoscopic
sion at the 2015 Manchester International “Grosse Fuge,” gets the same treatment.
Festival, proposes common threads between As a break from such cerebral pursuits, the MOVIES
the muted luminosity of certain gray Richter soloist Inon Barnatan performs Mozart’s
canvases and the austere shimmer of Pärt’s sleek Piano Concerto No. 12, which the com-
choral music. A new segment, involving a film poser described as falling into that “happy Amazing Grace
by Corinna Belz, suggests a similar affinity medium between what is too easy and too This concert film of Aretha Franklin’s 1972
between Richter’s colorful, process-driven difficult.”—F.M. (April 9 at 7:30.) performances, in a Baptist church in Watts,
“Patterns” paintings and Reich’s trademark of the gospel and popular songs contained
rhythmic pulsations. The Choir of Trinity in her album of the same name, is a glory of
Wall Street and the Brooklyn Youth Cho- String Theories Festival musical cinema, despite being born under a
rus alternate appearances during the work’s bad sign. Its director, Sydney Pollack, had no
run, through June 2, as do Ensemble Signal Roulette documentary experience and failed to slate
and the International Contemporary En- Never an ensemble to shy away from mod- the images, leaving them unsynchronized
semble.—Steve Smith (April 6-7 and April 9 ern fare, the String Orchestra of Brooklyn with the sound. (After Pollack’s death, it
at various times.) concentrates entirely on twenty-first-cen- was completed, thanks to modern digital
tury music in its annual String Theories technology, by the producer Alan Elliott.)
“Leonardo”
92Y Tribeca IN REVIVAL
Jonathan Berger, a composer with a talent
for melding science with art, adds to the
mythology of Leonardo da Vinci, who, five
hundred years after his death, is as much a
culture hero as a historical figure. The bari-
tone Tyler Duncan is the sole singer in this
chamber opera, which promises to revive
the famous polymath through excerpts from
his notebooks. In a production designed by
Gabriel Calatrava, Duncan is backed by the
cult-worthy St. Lawrence String Quartet,
among others.—Fergus McIntosh (April 6
at 8.)
Jeremy Gill
National Sawdust
A concert dedicated to the music of Jeremy
Gill sheds light on the composer’s disparate
sources. A new violin duo, “Lascia fare mi”
(“Leave me alone”), explores Bertolucci’s
claustrophobic “Last Tango in Paris” through
a repeated punning phrase, la, sol, fa, re,
mi. “Six Pensées de Pascal,” commissioned
and performed here by the vocal group Vari-
ant 6, refracts texts by the seventeenth-cen- The vast transformations of postwar Japan under the American occupa-
tury French mathematician and theologian
through choral dissonance. The Duo for tion are furiously satirized in Kiju Yoshida’s comedic melodrama “Blood
Violin and Piano is open to interpretation, Is Dry,” from 1960. (It’s part of Japan Society’s series “The Other Japa-
but “Whitman Portrait,” a song cycle for nese New Wave,” running April 5-27.) The action is set in a thoroughly
six individual singers with a shimmering
piano part (played here by Gill), makes its Westernized Tokyo, where an office worker named Takashi Kiguchi,
intentions plain. Texts drawn from the poet’s protesting his company’s mass layoffs, tries to kill himself. But he survives
collected works emphasize different aspects and is chosen, by a young female executive, as the center of an insurance
of his character—as a prelude to the piece has
it, “hankering, gross, mystical, nude.”—F.M. company’s advertising campaign—and his instant celebrity thrusts his
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encompasses paparazzi, baseball, blackmail, night clubs, political strife,
Australian Chamber Orchestra and casual sex; billboard-size images of Takashi holding a gun to his own
head come across as an icon of the times. The film’s thrillingly hectic
Rose Theatre
style blends documentary-based urgency with mock-majestic tracking
In a fugue, a simple theme can be multiplied,
turned upside down, squeezed, stretched, or shots and disorienting closeups to conjure a new world of media-mad
played in perfect sequence. If that sounds distortions.—Richard Brody
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The two nights of filmed performances find lina García as the heroine of the title, he sentation of the facts. The story that she
Franklin—accompanied by the Reverend now shifts the story from his native Chile to recounts, dating from 2012, is centered on
James Cleveland and the Southern California Los Angeles, and the language of the drama the sexual assault of a sixteen-year-old girl
Community Choir—in spectacular voice and from Spanish to English. This time, the role in Steubenville, Ohio. Two members of the
prolific imagination. Her rapturous power of the middle-aged protagonist—divorced, high-school football team were convicted
and intense concentration are revealed in employed, and cautiously looking for love— of rape. Teen-age drinking, unsurprisingly,
long, urgent closeups that seem to reflect is taken by Julianne Moore, who brings her was part of the equation, but what made the
even the cinematographers’ awed astonish- bravest smile to the fray. She needs it, too, as case especially disturbing, and very much of
ment. Her musical flourishes of spiritual Arnold (John Turturro), Gloria’s latest beau, its time, was the role played by technology:
passion prove contagious: Cleveland, the who initially seems like a good catch, turns photographs of the naked victim were sent
choir, the conductor Alexander Hamilton, out to be yet another male invertebrate. Not online to the offenders’ friends, and they in
and the instrumentalists rise to the occasion a lot happens in the movie, save for some turn were filmed reacting to such images.
as well, as displayed in high-relief images and paintballing action and a thunderous hang- Their jesting went viral, and thus a culture
on the soundtrack. The film is a triumph of over, but Moore is a constant source of energy, of voracious misogyny was exposed, to the
timeless artistry over transitory obstacles; its whether she is carolling along to the radio, discomfort of the school authorities and the
very existence is a secular miracle.—Richard sharing a can of tuna with a cat, or dancing the indignation—or shame—of local citizens.
Brody (In limited release.) troubled night away. With a subdued Michael Schwartzman talks to many of those affected,
Cera.—Anthony Lane (Reviewed in our issue of and her movie is strewn, ominously, with the
3/11/19.) (In wide release.) debris of social media.—A.L. (4/1/19) (In
Diane limited release.)
The sharp-edged bonds that hold a family
and a community together are examined Hotel Mumbai
intimately but vaguely in this lyrical melo- The 2008 terrorist attacks in Mumbai were Shazam!
drama by the writer and director Kent Jones. merciless—more than a hundred and sixty The comedic high points of this lighthearted
Mary Kay Place plays the title character, a people were murdered—and agonizingly and sentimental superhero caper from the
widowed, middle-aged woman in upstate scattered across three days and multiple lo- DC archive are unfortunately submerged
New York, who displays energetic and effi- cations. The task for Anthony Maras, the in a sluggish story. The eye-rollingly drawn-
cient devotion to others while she’s on the director of this feature film, who co-wrote out exposition establishes a metaphysical
verge of falling apart. She’s trying to get the screenplay with John Collee, is one of realm where a great and aged wizard (Djimon
her truculent adult son (Jake Lacy), a drug dramatic concentration: how can such a splin- Hounsou) seeks someone “pure of heart” as
addict, back into rehab; she dashes to the hos- tered tale cohere? Maras chooses to focus his successor, and chooses a fourteen-year-old
pital to visit her mortally ill cousin (Deirdre on the majestic Taj Hotel (in an unsettling Philadelphia boy named Billy Batson (Asher
O’Connell), who still holds a grudge over a irony, the same decision was made by the Angel), who lives in a group home with five
long-ago romantic betrayal; she volunteers attackers themselves) and its blend of local other children. Billy’s newfound powers—
long hours at a local soup kitchen; and her staff and incoming guests. Dev Patel plays a which he drolly struggles to discover—are
friends and relatives are rapidly dying off. waiter, and Anupam Kehr plays the unflap- coveted by the evil Thaddeus Sivana (Mark
Then the drama both accelerates and frag- pable head chef; also present is a wealthy Strong), once an abused child, now a dam-
ments to suggest Diane’s own dissolution. American (Armie Hammer), who arrives with aged and vengeful adult. When he says the
Jones’s compassionate sensibility doesn’t find his wife (Nazanin Boniadi), their baby, and a magic word, Billy instantly becomes a super-
much of an aesthetic counterpart; the charac- nanny. Real-life and fictional characters are hero with the body of a grownup (Zachary
ters’ motives and personalities remain unde- tossed together, and the tension is cranked Levi) but retains his goofball adolescent
fined, though the actors—including Andrea up; the result, however, like almost every re- mind; this contrast sparks most of the humor.
Martin, Estelle Parsons, and the late Charles construction of a genuine outrage, leaves you Nonetheless, there’s too little of it to rescue
Weldon—displaying steadfast commitment, with a deep sense of disquiet.—A.L. (3/25/19) the rickety plot; even the endearing perfor-
nonetheless offer poignant moments.—R.B. (In wide release.) mances of the young actors who play his fos-
(In limited release.) ter siblings and the wise warmth of his foster
parents (Marta Milans and Cooper Andrews)
The Pain of Others can’t overcome the pedantic world-building
Dragnet Girl Penny Lane’s found-footage documentary and generic C.G.I. gyrations.—R.B. (In wide
This silent gangster film, from 1933, directed is almost entirely a collection of YouTube release.)
by Yasujiro Ozu, seethes with sardonic com- videos posted by people with the mysterious
edy. It opens like a classic office melodrama, condition called Morgellons disease, charac-
as Tokiko (Kinuyo Tanaka), a demure young terized by the sense that fibres are emerging Us
secretary, is pursued by her wily boss. Then, from one’s skin but widely considered to be a Jordan Peele’s latest film is not a sequel to
after work, she heads to a boxing gym where mental disorder. It’s centered on three women “Get Out” (2017), but it’s driven by a similar
her criminal boyfriend, Joji (Joji Oka), holds who post—at length and in intimate physical wish to unsettle and to provoke. In both cases,
court. Ozu treats underworld swagger with and psychological detail—about their suffer- the feeling that comedy lurks nearby, peeking
brazen contempt yet adorns it with images ings and their quests for relief. The women over the shoulder of the story, makes the
of an uproarious visual ecstasy. His gleeful express a wide range of emotions, from despair provocation more, not less, intense. This is, in
compositions put objects obsessively front and fear to hope and rage. One offers a varied the fullest sense, a family movie; at its heart
and center—a drum kit, a set of dice, a row range of conspiracy theories to explain the are the Wilsons—Gabe (Winston Duke),
of Martini glasses, a billiard cue that pokes illness; another displays a harrowing range his wife, Adelaide (Lupita Nyong’o), and
right at the camera—and presage the deep- of moods, from suicidal despair to tearful their kids, Zora (Shahadi Wright Joseph) and
focus symphonies of Orson Welles. Ozu’s exaltation; a third is persuaded, to her anguish, Jason (Evan Alex). After a trip to the beach in
mobsters aren’t just living in a material that her hair is infected. The abysses of agony Santa Cruz, where Adelaide once had a freaky
world; they are its unwitting pawns. Though into which all three women are plunged are experience as a child, they are visited by an-
the violence never uncorks and the story matched by the women’s desperate desire to other family, whose members look just like
takes a sentimental turn, the deep shadows, communicate—and to represent themselves. them but behave with a raw and unquenchable
the jarring angles and cuts, and the idio- Lane, far from merely compiling these vid- rage. Where the invaders spring from, and
syncratic whims of gesture evoke a sorry eos, seems to be watching and experienc- how far the invasion has spread throughout
underworld that’s out of joint, out of luck, ing them as if in real time, along with the society, is slowly revealed. Once again, under
and out of time.—R.B. (Film Society of Lincoln viewer.—R.B. (Museum of the Moving Image, Peele’s command, a horror film comes fully
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Center, April 9, and streaming.) April 7, and streaming.) armed with political intent.—A.L. (4/1/19)
(In wide release.)
Gloria Bell Roll Red Roll
Sebastián Lelio repeats himself, in style. Nancy Schwartzman’s documentary is sober For more reviews, visit
Having directed “Gloria” in 2013, with Pau- and unexcitable, as it needs to be, in its pre- newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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inspirational quote, such as the hopeful ers—French white asparagus, bluefin
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We toro, wagyu beef—charred over Japanese
shall get there some day.” charcoal arrive tableside on miniature
TABLES FOR TWO I can’t speak to DiSpirito’s food at grills, but, given that they’re already
Lespinasse, in the early nineties, under cooked, the spectacle falls flat.
The Standard Grill his mentor Gray Kunz, or later at Union DiSpirito still has the chops of a
848 Washington St. Pacific, the place that cemented his fame, great chef. His tender, kidney-shaped
when Ruth Reichl awarded it three stars Italian-parsley fregola, made with
By the time Rocco DiSpirito was a con- in the Times, in 1998; his heyday was water-chestnut and chickpea flours and
testant on “Dancing with the Stars,” in before my time. At the Standard Grill, served in a bowl of garlicky steamed
2008, it had been so long since he’d he seems to be tripped up by his desire Manila clams, is delightful. I loved a
worked as a chef that it wasn’t clear to pay homage to his early career—and dessert of poached Bartlett pears, fanned
whether the job description still applied. to a style of cooking based on fairly over creamy coconut mousse and coco-
He’d come to prominence in the late outdated ideas of luxury—while also nut sorbet and ringed with warm cin-
PHOTOGRAPH BY ERIC HELGAS FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
nineties as one of the most promising playing catch-up on some of the trends namon maple syrup. These, and nearly
young culinary talents in New York he missed. every dish on the menu, are both dairy-
City—but quickly became one of the And so you’ll find sous-vide short rib and gluten-free, in another embrace of
first celebrity chefs, spending more time (both a technique and a cut of beef that latter-day fads.
on TV shows (including his own ill-fated he helped popularize) finished with cold But hasn’t DiSpirito heard that bread
NBC reality series, “The Restaurant”) applewood smoke (the kind that figured is back? Across town at Narcissa, at the
and hawking products (Bertolli’s frozen prominently at cocktail bars in the early Standard, East Village, there’s a new chef,
food, a line of cookware on QVC) than two-thousands), but also an appetizer of too: the young Max Blachman-Gentile.
actually cooking. beet tartare and a selection of “lovingly His rustic sourdough—which he calls
And then he sort of disappeared. It cooked organic vegetables,” including Glenn the Redeemer, and which you
isn’t clear whether, after a decade spent charred Brussels sprouts in cashew sauce. can buy by the loaf—is among the best
mostly out of the limelight, he’s still a The vegetables are grown as locally as I’ve found in New York City, and I’m still
celebrity. This may explain why, last the Hudson Valley, but a recent special thinking about a bowl of Hakurei turnips
fall, DiSpirito decided to become a chef pasta was made with king crab flown in I had there a couple of weeks ago. Some
again, not just overseeing but actually from Finland. were al dente, some softened until silky,
working the line at the Standard Grill, A dish revived from Union Pacific— all bathed in a luscious green sauce and
the restaurant at the Standard, High raw Peconic Bay scallops and uni, served topped with crunchy chorizo-fat bread
Line hotel, in the meatpacking district. on the half shell in sweet tomato water crumbs and tart coins of rhubarb. Spring
If he’s been humbled, there are few signs and a hint of sharp mustard oil—is de- had almost sprung, and the kitchen was
of it here. Despite the fact that the newly licious, but DiSpirito’s claim, in a recent ready. (Entrées $29-$139.)
renovated dining room hasn’t quite been interview in New York, that when he —Hannah Goldfield
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COMMENT does not follow that American journal- late the vote to Trump’s benefit; of cam-
WHAT’S THE STORY? ism failed because the best-resourced paign-finance violations committed by
newsrooms in the nation chose to re- the President’s personal lawyer; and of
ast year, the Times and the Wash- port assiduously on the Mueller inves- corruption and false statements made by
L ington Post shared a Pulitzer Prize
for “deeply sourced, relentlessly reported
tigation and its subjects, only to learn
that Mueller did not prove that Trump
Trump’s former campaign aides. Muel-
ler’s investigation resulted in the indict-
coverage” of Russian interference in the had conspired with Russia. Mueller was ment of thirty-four people, seven of whom
2016 Presidential election. None of the appointed in the first place because the have pleaded guilty so far. The country’s
stories established that Donald Trump Justice Department and the F.B.I. had major papers, magazines, and digital
or members of his campaign had con- uncovered troubling information about newsrooms published reams of accurate
spired illegally with Russians, though the campaign. According to Barr, Muel- reporting about all of this. But the in-
some of the reporting raised that pos- ler found that there had been “multiple dictments and the reporting also built up
sibility. The Times, for example, reported offers from Russian-affiliated individ- outsized expectations for Mueller’s re-
that, in the summer of 2016, when Don- uals to assist the Trump campaign,” and port. As the investigation extended into
ald Trump, Jr., was informed in an e-mail he did not exonerate the President of this year, the portentous question of what
that a high-ranking Russian official was obstruction of justice. new information Mueller’s team, exer-
offering to share dirt that could “in- Apart from that, the evidence, in- cising subpoena power, might disclose
criminate” Hillary Clinton, he replied, dependently uncovered by journalists, remained unanswered. The mystery pro-
“I love it.” (When the paper contacted suggesting that members of the Trump voked fevered speculation, but Mueller’s
Trump, Jr., for comment, he released campaign might have colluded, if not office, unusually for Washington, did not
the e-mails in question.) conspired, in order to win the election, leak, and so arrived the March Surprise.
On March 24th, Attorney General was newsworthy, and begged for addi- The media’s role was complicated
William Barr, summarizing the special tional reporting. So did the evidence of by the fact that revelations uncovered
counsel Robert Mueller’s final report, Russian hacking attempts to manipu- by professional reporters, once pub-
announced that Mueller had cleared lished, became engulfed in a toxic fog
Trump and his campaign of conspiring of hot takes, opinion masquerading as
with Moscow. In this revelation, com- reporting, and hyper-partisan compe-
mentators on both the left and the right tition. The news organizations that em-
perceived an epic media fail: Russiagate ployed the best workaday reporters on
reporting had been conjectural, hyper- the Mueller beat are not entirely blame-
bolic, and, in the end, just wrong. Pres- less in this regard. At the top of the
ident Trump, for his part, tweeted that Times desktop homepage, these days,
the media had “pushed the Russian Col- as many opinion pieces appear as news
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
lusion Delusion” while knowing that it stories, and the Washington Post has
was false, and reprised his incitements been expanding its opinion sections
against journalists, saying, “They truly (though such pieces are careful about
are the Enemy of the People.” facts). Cable television, meanwhile,
The coverage of the investigation mixes field reporting and news-mak-
did include embarrassments—specious ing interviews with personal asides from
chyrons, tendentious talking heads, and prime-time personalities and round-
retracted scoops, among them. Yet it tables of bombast-mongers. Journalists
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have long harbored a belief that read- President Trump, for all his dema- sider the law, and, in November, voters
ers and viewers understand the differ- goguery, has yet to marginalize profes- chose to require unanimous verdicts in
ence between editorializing and report- sional reporting. In many newsrooms, trials involving felonies.
ing. It would be unrealistic to expect investigative journalism is enjoying a re- Last Wednesday, the President gave
them to make such a distinction now. naissance, and it is having a strong im- a lengthy interview to Sean Hannity, of
The economics of news is partly re- pact, within and beyond Washington. Fox News, in which he discussed the
sponsible for this state of affairs. In an Last summer, while covering the Ad- Mueller report. Trump praised Fox while
age of distraction, many Americans now ministration’s “zero tolerance” policy of attacking pretty much everyone else. The
get their news from social media. At removing immigrant kids from their par- 2020 election cycle is all but certain to
the same time, Facebook and Google ents, Ginger Thompson, of ProPublica, deliver another divisive, attention-grab-
have broken the advertising models on obtained and released a recording of bing spectacle. News organizations will
which newspapers and digital news- young children crying in a holding fa- have important choices to make. Inves-
rooms previously relied. The survival cility. Her work provoked a public out- tigative reporting can change politics, as
strategy adopted by many papers—per- cry, and the Administration reversed its it did in Alabama, in 2017, when voters
suading readers to buy digital subscrip- policy. Reporting by the Indianapolis elected the Democrat Doug Jones to the
tions—requires them to publish con- Star helped bring to justice the child U.S. Senate after the Washington Post,
tent that readers find indispensable or, molester Larry Nassar, of USA Gym- and others, revealed the alleged miscon-
at least, touches on their sense of iden- nastics. A series of stories in the Baton duct of his Republican opponent, Roy
tity. In cable TV, channels that viewers Rouge Advocate found that a Jim Crow- Moore. The First Amendment protects
feel they can’t live without command era law, which allowed defendants ac- all political journalism, even when it serves
the highest fees from distributors. Fox cused of felonies such as murder to be merely as a megaphone for particular
News’s deeply devoted audience makes convicted by a split-jury verdict, fos- candidates, but voters will benefit most
that network exceptionally valuable. As tered racism and mass incarceration. from legions of reporters working with-
a result, the temptation in media busi- Louisiana’s Republican-led state legis- out fear or favor.
nesses is to exploit political tribalism. lature approved a referendum to recon- —Steve Coll
INK pundit whose cautious predictions pages, written in what the Post called
MUELLER’S MAGNUM OPUS proved to be correct.” the “ultra-spare, purposely unemo-
The first government report pub- tional—yet quietly seething—language
lished as a trade book was the Warren of American pain.” The Harvard histo-
Commission’s 1964 report on J.F.K.’s rian Daniel Aaron, the librettist Leslie
assassination, which sold more than a Dunton-Downer, and the lawyer Har-
million copies. In his novel “Libra,” Don vey Silverglate went further, arguing in
DeLillo calls the report “the megaton a 2005 article that the literary genre that
he Mueller report has been awaited novel that James Joyce would have writ- the 9/11 report belongs to is the epic.
T with more excitement than—and
for three times as long as—Meghan
ten if he’d moved to Iowa City and lived
to be a hundred.” Three decades later,
The terrorists are our Grendel, and the
Twin Towers, like Heorot, are “too lofty
Markle’s baby. Now that the special the independent counsel Kenneth Starr, and too visible” for their own good. “Be-
counsel’s report is here, sort of, three with help from Brett Kavanaugh, au- reft of a miraculous rescuer like Beo-
publishers have announced plans to thored the Starr report, which three wulf,” the authors write, “The 9/11 Com-
release it as a book: Skyhorse, with different publishers released as a four- mission Report calls on the American
an introduction by Alan Dershowitz; hundred-plus-page potboiler. (It sold people to serve as their own collective
Scribner, with supplementary material almost two million copies in two days.) hero.” The report sold more than a mil-
by Washington Post reporters; and Mel- Adam Gopnik, in this magazine, ar- lion copies in the first four months, and,
ville House, straight up. (The docu- gued that the Starr report could be read in 2004, it was named a finalist in the
ment will be in the public domain.) “as a novel in the classic tradition,” with nonfiction category of the National Book
“Our printers are ready to print faster Bill Clinton as the scapegrace hero. Oth- Awards, cited for its “literary style.”
than usual,” Dennis Johnson, Melville ers likened the work to soft-core porn. Harold Bloom, the eminent Yale lit-
House’s co-founder and co-publisher, Sean Wilentz, a Princeton historian, erature professor, finds the idea of such
said last week, over the phone. “And asked, “Why did Starr and Kavanaugh reports having literary merit offensive.
we’ll ask the truck drivers to do at least put all the sex in it? Well, they didn’t do “If a Harvard professor thought that
the speed limit to deliver the book.” it to sell a lot of copies.” Gopnik ac- the 9/11 report could be compared to
Tony Lyons, the president and pub- knowledged, “The laboriously recounted ‘Beowulf,’ they achieved an abyss of ab-
lisher of Skyhorse, said that he’d re- instances of near-ejaculation, the or- surdity,” he wrote in an e-mail. As for
ceived thousands of pre-orders, and gasms achieved and enumerated—it’s the Warren Commission report, he said,
he’s been touting his edition’s Der- all there for the reviewers.” “I am very fond of Don and of ‘Libra,’
showitz bonus. “Alan was right from Then came the 9/11 Commission Re- but there are limits: Joyce in Iowa City
Day One,” he said. “He was the only port, a doorstop of nearly six hundred is like visualizing the eighty-nine-year-
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old Harold Bloom climbing mountains a lot of people, I was led to believe that book and its place in our democracy.”
in Tibet.” the Mueller report might resemble Rich- Lyons said, “The reports that have been
Stephen Greenblatt, a professor at ard Condon’s ‘Manchurian Candidate,’” released in the past have been of the
Harvard and Bloom’s sometime rival in Greenblatt said. “But I gather from the highest quality. I have no reason to be-
Shakespeare criticism, was more open Attorney General’s letter that it’s most lieve that the Mueller report would be
to the idea of the Mueller report as lit- likely to resemble a postmodern novel, any different.”
erature. “Quite a large number of peo- like DeLillo’s ‘White Noise’—one in But Greenblatt is skeptical that
ple have been indicted. Some of them which there isn’t a big bang at the end.” Americans will be racing to the book-
are going to jail,” he said. “I would have Wilentz had doubts that the Mueller store to purchase the next “Infinite Jest.”
thought those individual instances would report would be nominated for a liter- “If the report turns out to be a post-
be quite gripping, both as stories and as ary prize. “It’d be a political statement, modern novel with interesting and com-
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outcomes.” in a way that nominating the 9/11 re- plex threads that go in different direc-
If the Warren report is a modern port was not,” he said. “Regardless of tions but don’t lead into a grand, clear
novel, the Starr report a bodice ripper, what the report says.” narrative, then it’ll probably have less
and the 9/11 report an epic, then which The publishers are more optimistic. appeal,” he said. “More like something
genre will the Mueller report fall into— “These are exciting books,” Johnson said. that people would just look at online.”
assuming we ever get to read it? “Like “They remind you of the power of a —Tyler Foggatt
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fruit skewers, pastries, bread pudding,
inari, and quiches topped with swirls
attendant might indicate an emergency
exit: doors open. Visitors streamed down
APPLE’S BIG SHOW
of savory cream. These sculpted por- the theatre’s graceful white staircase.
tions, like much about the theatre, Inside the auditorium, cameras were
seemed a challenge to chaos encroach- waiting: one on a robot jib, one on a
ing from outside. At one point, a gust harness, one at either end of the stage,
tipped a coffee cup over. The spill van- two farther up the flanks, another mov-
ished from the cream-colored terrazzo ing on a ceiling track. Seats near the
floor within minutes. front, within camera range, were re-
isitors to the Apple campus early Vanishments of all sorts added a served for Apple employees and oth-
V last Monday—a morning that
ended with Big Bird promoting cod-
mysterious air. There were no trash
cans in the pavilion. In their place, hu-
ers. (It was unclear who the others
were.) A custom radio station played
ing for preschoolers, Tim Cook hawk- mans walked around with trays onto “Sunflower,” by Vampire Weekend, and
ing a credit card, and Oprah showing which guests tossed garbage. The big- a British-voiced d.j. came on. “Just one
up in white and proclaiming, “I have gest absence, over all, was informa- more song and then it’s showtime,” he
joined forces with Apple!”—got an un- tional: What was this event about? announced. The song was “Lisztoma-
usual greeting as they drove toward Media types slumping over laptops or nia,” by Phoenix (the same song that
Apple Park. With the appointed hour resurfaced recently as the soundtrack
approaching, many guests’ iPhones to a viral video of Alexandria Ocasio-
perked up, like dogs in the back seat Cortez dancing on a roof in college).
arriving home, and barked a notifica- “This is showtime, this is showtime,”
tion at their owners: “Prepare to check the band echoed, and then Tim Cook
in.” The owners did what they could. walked onstage, wearing a sweater. The
An advance guard of Apple employ- audience cheered.
ees wearing black down jackets over In his introduction, pausing in re-
teal T-shirts hailed them with greet- hearsed fashion to take applause, Cook
ings and directions. A rear guard pulled talked about “world-class services” and
credentials from the Wallet apps and curating journalism through the com-
Touch I.D.s on visitors’ phones. Then pany’s values. He introduced Apple
it was up a winding footpath (Steve News+, a low-cost subscription service
Jobs Way) to a round glass pavilion for digital editions of magazines, and
perched atop a subterranean audito- spoke of its voraciousness. “We want
rium (Steve Jobs Theatre), the route them all,” he said, of magazines. “What
marked at each turn by more employ- if we could have them all?” An ele-
ees, more greetings, more teal. By this gantly produced video, featuring jour-
point, visitors felt extremely checked nalists paid to present the product,
in, and a warm bemusement settled on Tim Cook and Oprah Winfrey started up. “One of the functions of
the crowd. “It’s unclear to me where journalism in this moment is to offer
any of these people come from or why lecturing at selfie sticks had specula- a fuller picture of power: who has it,
they’re here,” Ken Ziffren, a media- tions, nothing more. The teal shirts who doesn’t have it, and what the costs
and-entertainment lawyer whose firm answered most specific questions with of that have been,” Rebecca Traister, a
represents Apple talent, remarked. He a helpful vagueness, like Parisians di- writer for New York, said onscreen. Then
was unsure what the company planned recting lost Americans toward a dis- the video ended, but the Apple show
1
to announce but, like everyone, was tant restaurant for lunch. What were went on.
being made cozy in the dark. the meanings of the color-coded lan- —Nathan Heller
It was a Scandinavian-seeming day yards that visitors had been given—
in Cupertino: gray, blustery, and bright. silver for media; teal, orange, or pur- THE BOARDS
Fresh mulch along Steve Jobs Way gave ple for something else? Oh, that wasn’t REVENGE OF THE NERD
the wind a fervid springtime musk. important. What was going on when,
Multiculti digital music playing from at 9:01 a.m., an eerie chorus of syn-
speakers in the foliage helped enforce chronized clapping swelled from the
a Zen-like air. Inside, at a round bar floor below? That was really nothing,
centered in the room, baristas proffered just a group of Apple colleagues “get-
apple-cinnamon rolls and apple cakes ting ready” for the day’s event.
and poured hot Chemex coffee into The crucial moment, when it did erds are often oppressed in life,
paper cups whose off-white hue re-
called the Apple IIc. Outside, on a ter-
arrive, was quick and quiet. At 9:28 A.M.,
one teal shirt caught the eye of another
N but on Broadway they’re the rul-
ing class. There’s the green-faced out-
race ringing the pavilion, caterers re- teal shirt and snapped her hands into cast of “Wicked,” the squeaky-clean
freshed trays of yogurt, empanadas, a parallel formation, the way a flight missionaries of “The Book of Mor-
24 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019
mon,” the mathlete turned queen bee
of “Mean Girls.” The Tony-winning
musical “Dear Evan Hansen,” about
an antisocial teen who becomes a viral
sensation, made a geek heartthrob of
its star, Ben Platt. When it opened, in
2016, the actor Will Roland played Ev-
an’s only friend. Now Roland is mak-
ing his own bid as Broadway’s reign-
ing nerd-hero, in the new musical
“Be More Chill.” He plays Jeremy, a
high-school junior who is hopelessly
devoid of social skills, until he takes a
SQUIP—“super quantum unit intel pro-
cessor”—a pill that implants a com-
puter chip in his brain, instructing him
on how to be cool. The musical, based
on a young-adult novel, arrived on
Broadway with a mob of online su-
perfans, who now swarm the Lyceum
stage door each night to take selfies “I loved it as a child, so I’m going to force you to love it, too.”
with Roland.
In real life, Roland has just turned
thirty, is engaged to a live human
• •
woman (Stephanie Wessels, who works
at a photography studio), and lives in sober, we have to tell you to stop land’s high-school-theatre career threat-
Brooklyn, where nerddom and hip- throwing,” Ortiz said. “Everybody got ened to do the same, as he discovered
sterdom are indistinguishable. He’s that?” Roland sipped a Pepsi and said when his drama teacher sat him down
the kind of guy you might find at a excitedly, “It sounds very dangerous!” one day when he was fifteen. “She
novelty retro-amusement bar, and that He took a practice throw and landed pointed out, ‘You’re very clever, and
is why he requested to meet, one the axe square in the four-point zone, sometimes you say things to your friends
recent Tuesday afternoon, at Kick suggesting hidden reserves of hand- and classmates that are really mean.’
Axe Throwing, an establishment in eye coördination. “I’ve played a lot of She cared a lot about making sure I
Gowanus. “I’ve never been here, but sports . . . in my mind,” he said, shrug- didn’t become a douchebag.”
all of my neighbors say it’s great,” he ging. “Between you and me, I can He got up to throw some more
said. He wore jeans and an orange imagine certain mean writers’ heads axes. Was he picturing anyone on the
flannel shirt over a punkish mini-golf in those bull’s-eyes.” bull’s-eye? “Whoever invented ‘The
T-shirt. He signed a waiver (Kick Axe After his throw, Roland sat back on Bachelor,’ ” he said. “I think it’s poi-
is not liable if you wind up with a a leather couch. “I definitely self-iden- soning America.” Thwap! Four points.
blade in your skull) and joined some tify as a nerd,” he said. He was born On his next turn, he pictured “the
strangers. in Manhattan, where his father ran an Latin teacher who nearly failed me
An instructor with bleached hair, auction house. When Roland was eight, for missing an assignment the week-
Ryan Ortiz, split the group into two the family moved to Locust Valley, on end we opened ‘Macbeth’ and told
teams of three and asked each to come Long Island. Starting in sixth grade, me, ‘What are you going to do with
up with a team name. Roland sug- he attended the Friends Academy, a all of this theatre stuff ?’ While I was
gested Axe Body Spray; his opponents Quaker school, where his hobbies in- learning Latin.” Another four. He
called themselves the Axe-Holes. cluded Dungeons & Dragons. “I got went on to throw at Bill Cosby, peo-
“Both have been done a thousand shoved into a locker once,” he said. He ple who walk too slowly in Times
times,” Ortiz said. Then he laid down vowed to transform himself. “I don’t Square, “my anxiety around things
the rules. Two players at a time were know if you’ve read ‘The Power Bro- like awards,” fractional-reserve bank-
to stand side by side on a black line ker,’” he went on, “but that’s basically ing (“I’m not a fan”), and the chair-
and hurl tennis-racquet-size axes at what I did for the rest of my high- man of the F.C.C. (“I’m so mad about
wooden five-ring targets. The outer school career. I became a person not net neutrality”). With the game al-
ring was worth one point; the bull’s- to be shoved into a locker.” most over, he imagined throwing the
eye was worth five. He recommended He starred in school plays—“They axe at the kid who shoved him in a
gripping the axe with both hands and had a really bomb theatre program”— locker in sixth grade. Three points.
throwing from over your head. “If we and this somehow earned him social “It wasn’t his fault,” Roland said. “He
see you visibly intoxicated or throw- capital. In “Be More Chill,” the SQUIP didn’t get hugged enough.”
ing in an improper manner while turns Jeremy into a popular jerk. Ro- —Michael Schulman
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 25
A REPORTER AT LARGE hurt. “The lower abdomen,” the teacher
said. “On the right side.”
“Do you have any way to control the
bleeding?” the dispatcher asked.
“I’m putting pressure on it,” the
“
EXHILARATING!
SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE CRAZY RIDE!”
Barbara Schuler, Newsday
MAGNIFICENT AND
BY GARY RICHARDSON
MIRACULOUS!”
Robert Hofler, The Wrap
recently watched “Behind the Curve”— him that she had to finish her shift.
I a new Netflix documentary about Bill looked around at the empty diner
the community of people who believe
that the Earth is flat rather than spher-
and said, “C’mon. Lock up. Let’s go
downtown.” Completely smitten, she A RAUCOUS ,
“
ical—with the expectation that I’d sit
back and have a laugh at the expense
fell under his spell. Soon they were in
a cab and he was showing her the high
HILARIOUS COMEDY!”
Frank Scheck, The Hollywood Reporter
of the flat-Earthers. But I was wrong. life. She had never experienced such
I was totally swayed. Here are the four extravagance.
major arguments that shifted my think- As the night turned into day, they
ing; I have a feeling that they will found themselves in his penthouse. He
change yours as well: gave her a kind of pleasure that she’d
never known was possible. When she
1. Standing on the ground and staring awoke, several hours later, he was gone.
straight ahead, I can’t see the curve of Off to a new city. A new girl.
the Earth. If our planet were round, My wife returned to me that after-
surely the buildings in the distance noon a changed woman. She left me
would begin to slant, no? for good a few days later, saying that
she had been spoiled rotten and my
2. The government has proved time “broke ass” had nothing to offer her.
and time again that it is willing to lie She took the kids, the dog, and my
to the American people in order to ability to reconcile the world I was
keep us docile and ignorant. Why can’t living in.
this be just another ploy by the rich Certainly, if the Earth were round
and powerful to keep us oppressed? and we were governed by the scientific
laws we’ve been taught since childhood,
3. In 1998, while on tour, the science this menace would not have been able
bad boy Bill Nye found himself at to torpedo in and reduce my life to
a diner in Chicago’s Uptown neighbor- ruins, right?
hood. He ordered only a black coffee
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
and puffed cigarette after cigarette. 4. The flight patterns in the Southern
He dropped a sixty-dollar tip on a Hemisphere make no sense! Why aren’t
dollar-fifty check, flashed the waitress there more direct flights straight from
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a smile, and invited her out. She told Australia to South America?
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 33
DEPT. OF PUBLIC HEALTH rived at the house at half past eight. The
kitchen was open plan and modest, with
peeling laminate surfaces and flimsy cab-
inets, but its countertops were crammed
with instruments for monitoring airborne
HOME SMOG
particles: a condensation-nucleus counter,
a differential-mobility analyzer, and so
on. Wires threaded all around the room,
When it comes to air pollution, indoors may be worse than out. and stainless-steel hoses led to four trail-
ers outside, which contained equipment
BY NICOLA TWILLEY too big to fit in the kitchen.
Andrew Abeleira, a postdoctoral re-
searcher, cracked eight eggs on the edge
of the countertop and whisked them;
Vance chopped tomatoes while heating
oil to fry sausage patties. The banality
of the activities was belied by the pre-
cision with which the team carried them
out: a rigid protocol dictated when each
gas burner could be lit, how hot the fry-
ing pan should be, and at what setting
to toast the bread. The aim was to turn
Thanksgiving into a reproducible, sci-
entifically valid experiment.
Tapping a pair of tongs on the cook-
top, Vance wondered aloud whether it
was nine-twenty yet, the appointed time
for switching on the coffeemaker. “Oh,
shoot, toast!” she exclaimed, popping
two slices of honey-wheat in the toaster.
A minute later, a student volunteer
named Caleb Arata, looking at data on
his laptop, announced a spike in the
presence of so-called volatile organic
compounds. The term describes any car-
bon-based chemical that evaporates at
room temperature, and it encompasses
a huge variety of molecules, emitted
both by plants and by human activities.
VOCs are responsible for much of what
we smell—toast, flowers, gasoline—al-
though some have no odor at all. And,
while certain of them, such as benzene
ood magazines typically celebrate dollars’ worth of high-tech instrumen- and toluene, are known to be harmful
F Thanksgiving in mid-July, bronz-
ing turkeys and crimping piecrust four
tation to a ranch house on the engineer-
ing campus of the University of Texas
when inhaled, for the most part their
health effects have not been studied.
months in advance. By that time last at Austin. The two Thanksgiving din- “The scariest thing in this house is
year, Marina Vance, an environmental ners were the climax of the project and probably the toaster,” Erin Katz, an-
engineer at the University of Colorado represented what Vance called a “worst- other student volunteer, said. “I just had
Boulder, had already prepared two full case scenario.” She suspected that the no idea that toasters emitted so many
Thanksgiving dinners for more than a Pilgrims’ harvest celebration, as it is ob- particles.”
dozen people. Vance studies air quality, served in twenty-first-century America, After breakfast, the serious work
and, last June, she was one of two sci- qualified as an airborne toxic event. began: peeling sweet potatoes, trimming
entists in charge of Homechem, a four- The morning of the second simula- Brussels sprouts, simmering turkey parts
week orgy of cooking, cleaning, and emis- ted Thanksgiving began simply enough, to make a stock for gravy. Culinary am-
sions measurement, which brought sixty with the researchers making themselves bition had not been sacrificed to scien-
scientists and four and a half million breakfast. Vance and three helpers ar- tific rigor: Arata had spatchcocked the
turkey and dry-brined it for two days;
We spend most of our lives inside, where air quality has received little scrutiny. Abeleira tossed the sprouts in balsamic
34 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY DANIEL SAVAGE
dressing; Katz downloaded a recipe for polluters. Since the seventies, emissions torian David Gissen, debates about the
sweet-potato casserole from a foodie of many harmful gases, such as carbon relative dangers of household emissions
Web site. The oven stayed on for five monoxide and sulfur dioxide, have fallen versus urban emissions, and indoor air
hours straight, the burners in constant by half, and particulate counts by eighty versus outdoor air, have swung back and
rotation. Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” played per cent. But this victory may be less forth between Franklin’s and Adams’s
from a Bluetooth speaker, and the four significant than we assume, because, in positions ever since, depending on each
cooks began to sweat, the air-condition- America, we spend, on average, ninety era’s prevailing beliefs and concerns. In
ing system unequal to all the activity. per cent of our lives indoors. (By way of 1867, inspired by the miasmatic tene-
While stirring, scrubbing, and bast- comparison, this means that humans ments of America’s burgeoning cities,
ing, the cooks darted back and forth be- spend more time inside buildings than the engineer Lewis W. Leeds delivered
tween the kitchen and their laptops, in sperm whales spend fully submerged in a series of lectures under the title “Man’s
the dining area. Every action, however the ocean.) The statistic, from an E.P.A.- Own Breath Is His Greatest Enemy.”
seemingly inconsequential, had to be funded study conducted in 2001, might He warned the unwary that “it is not
logged: opening the oven door, chang- seem implausible, but it probably under- in the external atmosphere that we must
ing the trash bag, even a bout of sneez- states the case. More recent data, from look for the greatest impurities, but
ing. At 1:37 P.M., the team briefly de- the U.K., show that, on average, Britons it is in our own houses that the blight-
bated whether to set fire to an oven mitt; are outside for just five per cent of the ing, withering curse of foul air is to be
one had accidentally caught light at that day—an hour and twelve minutes. found.” Half a century later, by contrast,
time during the previous Thanksgiving, Unlike outdoor air, the air inside our the modernist architect Le Corbusier
and, as responsible scientists, they were homes is largely unregulated and has saw the indoor environments he de-
keen to insure that the data sets from been all but ignored by researchers. We signed as beneficent bubbles of man-
the two days matched. Eventually, they know barely the first thing about the made weather, shielded from the smog-
decided that the integrity of their exper- atmospheres in which we spend the vast choked city outside.
iment wouldn’t be fatally compromised majority of our time. Homechem— In mid-century America, cities such
if they failed to sacrifice a second mitt. House Observations of Microbial and as Los Angeles and New York were re-
The conversation turned into a kind Environmental Chemistry—was the peatedly shrouded in thick brown fog—
of play-by-play pollution commentary. world’s first large-scale collaborative in- sometimes so lung-burningly toxic that
When Vance peeled an orange for the vestigation into the chemistry of indoor it was mistaken for a chemical-weapon
cranberry sauce, Arata noted that its fra- air. Thoroughly dissecting the data ac- attack by a foreign power—and air pol-
grance—that is, its monoterpene VOCs— cumulated will take a couple of years, lution became an urgent issue. Legisla-
had made the readings on his instrument at least, and, even when the findings tion to curb it began appearing in the
soar. Abeleira, checking levels of nitric are published, no one will be able to U.S. and other countries in the nine-
oxide and carbon dioxide during a brief state their public-health implications teen-fifties. After the passage of the Clean
lull before the turkey went in, observed, with certainty; Homechem was de- Air Act, government research dollars
“They’re orders of magnitude higher than signed to explore what the chemistry flowed to scientists looking to under-
outdoors.” It was the same for fine par- of indoor air is, not what it’s doing to stand and to mitigate the sources and
ticulate matter—particles small enough us. But the experiment’s early results the health effects of air pollution. But
to reach deep inside our lungs. By around are just now emerging, and they seem there was still almost no funding avail-
eleven o’clock, the fine-particulate con- to show that the combined emissions able for research into indoor air. Charles
centration had risen to such a level that, of humans and their daily activities— Weschler became one of just a few sci-
if the house were a city, it would have cooking, cleaning, metabolizing—are entists in the field when he went to work
been officially labelled polluted. Concen- more interesting, and potentially more for Bell Labs, in 1975, soon after com-
trations peaked when the stuffing, and, lethal, than anyone had imagined. pleting a Ph.D. in chemistry. The com-
later, the pies, came out of the oven. And, pany had noticed that the equipment in
for nearly an hour, fine particulate mat- n September, 1776, Congress sent its telephone switching offices was fail-
ter was within the range that the Envi-
ronmental Protection Agency’s Air Qual-
I Benjamin Franklin and John Adams
on an ultimately fruitless mission to
ing faster than expected; it turned out
that wire relays were being eaten away
ity Index defines as “very unhealthy.” If Staten Island to negotiate peace with by an acidic, invisible indoor smog.
outdoor air reaches these levels, a public the British. One night, the two shared Weschler told me that the little indoor-air
alert is triggered, warning that even a room at a country inn, an adventure research that was being done at the time
healthy individuals are at risk of serious recorded in Adams’s diary. Adams, “who was mostly geared not toward protect-
damage to the heart and lungs. was an invalid and afraid of the Air in ing people but toward preserving things.
These days, a “very unhealthy” desig- the night,” shut the window. To which In the eighties, amid emerging con-
nation for outdoor air is rare. After the Franklin responded, briskly, “The Air cerns about “sick-building syndrome,”
passage of the Clean Air Act, in 1963, within this Chamber will soon be, and a nonspecific malaise reported by occu-
and the creation of the Environmental indeed is now worse than that without pants of the era’s new, more tightly sealed
Protection Agency, in 1970, the chemi- Doors: come! open the Window and buildings, the E.P.A. started measuring
cal composition of outdoor air became come to bed, and I will convince you.” indoor concentrations of known toxins,
federally regulated, with penalties for According to the architectural his- such as formaldehyde and asbestos, and
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 35
Olsiewski asked Farmer to lead an
initiative to develop new instruments
and databases for the study of indoor
atmospheric chemistry. She recruited
Marina Vance around the same time,
hoping that the pair could build net-
works among researchers in the field.
Vance and Farmer decided that the best
way to achieve both goals was to initi-
ate a large field study. Collaborative field
studies are common in outdoor atmo-
spheric research, because capturing the
diversity and the complexity of the chem-
istry involved requires more instruments
and more varied expertise than one lab
can muster, but nothing of this scale had
ever been undertaken indoors. Farmer
and Vance gathered twenty research
groups from thirteen universities, and
Homechem was launched.
BITTER PILL
Why do we know so little about how to stop taking psychiatric drugs?
BY RACHEL AVIV
aura Delano recognized that she I’ve been working for. I’m finally here. McLean has treated a succession of ce-
Diagnosed with bipolar disorder as a teen-ager, Laura Delano was prescribed nineteen medications in fourteen years.
PHOTOGRAPHS BY LEVI MANDEL THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 41
who have four or more manic episodes
in a year, but is also applied, more
loosely, to people who shift dramati
cally between moods. Sometimes Laura
thought, Women who are happy and
socialize like to buy dresses. She’d go
to Nordstrom and buy two or three
dresses. She recognized that this be
havior was “textbook”—she had bought
her own copy of the Diagnostic and Sta-
tistical Manual of Mental Disorders—
but the awareness didn’t prevent the
purchases.
Laura felt that the pressures of her
junior year were paralyzing, so she did
not return for the spring semester. That
summer, she kept a journal in which
she outlined her personal goals: “over
analysis must go”; “stop molding my
self to the ideal person for my surround
ings”; “find some faith in something, in
anything.” But the idea of returning to
Harvard that fall made her so distressed
that she thought every day about dying.
She took the semester off, and, at her
request, her parents drove her to a hos
pital in Westchester County, New York.
A psychiatrist there wrote that she “pre
sents with inability to function academ
ically.” At the hospital, where she stayed
• • for two weeks, she was put on a new
combination of pills: Lamictal, a mood
classwork improved. “I remember her made her drowsy, so he prescribed two stabilizer; Lexapro, an antidepressant;
carrying around this plastic pillbox with hundred milligrams of Provigil, a drug and Seroquel, an antipsychotic that she
compartments for all the days of the for narcolepsy that is often taken by was told to use as a sleep aid. Her fa
week,” a friend from high school said. soldiers and truck drivers to stay awake ther, Lyman, said, “I had no conviction
“It was part of this mysterious world of during overnight shifts. The Provigil that the drugs were helping. Or that
her psychiatric state.” gave her so much energy that, she said, they weren’t helping.”
At parties, she flirted intently, but “I was just a machine.” She was on the
by the time she and a partner were to varsity squash team and played the best aura returned to Harvard and man
gether in bed, she said, “I’d kind of get
hit with this realization that I was phys
squash of her life. She was so alert that
she felt as if she could “figure people
L aged to graduate, an achievement
she chalked up to muscle memory; she
ically disconnected. And then I’d feel out,” unpacking the details of their iden was the kind of student who could re
taken advantage of, and I would kind tities: she imagined that she could peer gurgitate information without absorbing
of flip out and start crying, and the guy into their childhoods and see how their it. Then she held a series of jobs—work
would be, like, ‘What the heck is going parents had raised them. ing as an assistant for a professor and for
on?’” Most antidepressants dampen sex The Provigil made it hard for Laura a state agency that issued building per
uality—up to seventy per cent of peo to sleep, so her pharmacologist pre mits—that she didn’t believe would lead
ple who take the medications report scribed Ambien, which she took every to a career. She experienced what John
this response—but Laura was ashamed night. In the course of a year, her doc Teasdale, a research psychologist at the
to talk about the problem with her psy tors had created what’s known as “a University of Oxford, named “depres
chiatrist. “I assumed he’d see sexuality prescription cascade”: the side effects sion about depression.” She interpreted
as a luxury,” she said. “He’d be, like, ‘Re of one medication are diagnosed as each moment of lethargy or disappoint
ally? You have this serious illness, and symptoms of another condition, lead ment as the start of a black mood that
you’re worried about that?’” ing to a succession of new prescrip would never end. Psychiatric diagnoses
During her junior year, her phar tions. Her energy levels rose and fell can ensnare people in circular explana
macologist raised her Prozac prescrip so quickly that she was told she had a tions: they are depressed because they
tion to eighty milligrams, the maxi version of bipolar disorder called “rapid are depressed.
mum recommended dose. The Prozac cycling,” a term that describes people Over the next four years, her doc
42 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019
tors tripled her antidepressant dosage. tially throwing me off,” she later wrote. other to the rocky coast, where Laura
Her dosage of Lamictal quadrupled. If she had coffee with someone and and her sisters used to fish for striped
She also began taking Klonopin, which became too excited and talkative, she bass. Laura took the path to the rocks,
is a benzodiazepine, a class of drugs thought, Oh, my God, I might be hy passing a large boulder that her sister
that has sedative effects. “What I heard pomanic right now. If she woke up with Nina, a geology major in college, had
a lot was that I was ‘treatmentresis racing thoughts, she thought, My symp written her thesis about. The tide was
tant,’” she said. “Something in me was toms of anxiety are ramping up. I should low, and it was cold and windy. Laura
so strong and so powerful that even watch out for this. If they last more leaned against a rock, took out her lap
these sophisticated medications couldn’t than a day or two, Dr. Roth may have top, and began typing. “I will not try to
make it better.” to increase my meds. make this poetic, for it shouldn’t be,” she
For a brief period, Laura saw a psy wrote. “It is embarrassingly cliché to as
chiatrist who was also a psychoanalyst, he day before Thanksgiving, 2008, sume that one should write a letter to
and he questioned the way that she’d
framed her illness. He doubted her
T Laura drove to the southern coast
of Maine, to a house owned by her late
her loved ones upon ending her life.”
She swallowed a handful of pills at
early bipolar diagnosis, writing that grandparents. Her extended family was a time, washing them down with red
“many depressions are given a ‘medi there to celebrate the holiday. She no wine. She found it increasingly hard to
cal’ name by a psychiatrist, ascribing ticed relatives tensing their shoulders sit upright, and her vision began to
the problem to ‘chemistry’ and neglect when they talked to her. “She seemed narrow. As she lost consciousness, she
ing the context and specificity of why muted and tucked away,” her cousin thought, This is the most peaceful ex
someone is having those particular life Anna said. When Laura walked through perience I’ve ever had. She felt grate
problems at that particular time.” He the house and the old wooden floor ful to be ending her life in such a beau
reminded her, “You described hating boards creaked beneath her feet, she felt tiful place. She fell over and hit her
becoming a woman.” Laura decided ashamed to be carrying so much weight. head on a rock. She heard the sound
that “he wasn’t legit.” She stopped going On her third day there, her parents but felt no pain.
to her appointments. took her into the living room, closed
She rarely saw friends from high the doors, and told her that she seemed hen Laura hadn’t returned by
school or college. “At a certain point, it
was just, Oh, my God, Laura Delano—
trapped. They were both crying. Laura
sat on a sofa with a view of the ocean
W dusk, her father walked along the
shoreline with a flashlight until he saw
she’s ill,” the friend from high school and nodded, but she wasn’t listening. her open laptop on a rock. Laura was
said. “She seemed really anesthetized.” “The first thing that came into my airlifted to Massachusetts General Hos
Laura had gained nearly forty pounds mind was: You’ve put everyone through pital, but the doctors said they weren’t
since freshman year, which she attri enough.” sure that she would ever regain con
butes partly to the medications. When She went to her bedroom and poured sciousness. She was hypothermic, her
she looked in the mirror, she felt little eighty milligrams of Klonopin, eight body temperature having fallen to nearly
connection to her reflection. “All I ever hundred milligrams of Lexapro, and ninetyfour degrees.
want to do is lie in my bed, cuddle with six thousand milligrams of Lamictal After two days in a medically in
my dog, and read books from writers into a mitten. Then she sneaked into duced coma, she woke up in the inten
whose minds I can relate to,” she wrote the pantry and grabbed a bottle of Mer sivecare unit. Her sisters and parents
to a psychiatrist. “That’s all I ever want watched as she opened her eyes. Chase
to do.” She identified intensely with said, “She looked at all of us and pro
Plath, another brilliant, privileged, char cessed that we were all there, that she
ismatic young woman who, in her jour was still alive, and she started sobbing.
nal, accuses herself of being just another She said, ‘Why am I still here?’”
“SELFISH, EGOCENTRIC, JEALOUS AND After a few days, Laura was trans
UNIMAGINATIVE FEMALE.” Laura said ported to McLean Hospital, where she’d
that, when she read Plath’s work, she been elated to arrive seven years earlier.
“felt known for the first time.” Now she was weak, dizzy, sweating pro
Laura found a psychiatrist she ad fusely, and anemic. Her body ached from
mired, whom I’ll call Dr. Roth. At ap lot and put the wine, along with her a condition called rhabdomyolysis,
pointments, Laura would enter a mode laptop, into a backpack. Her sisters and which results from the release of skeletal
in which she could recount her psychic cousins were getting ready to go to a muscle fibres into the bloodstream. She
conflicts in a cool, clinical tone, taking Bikramyoga class. Her youngest sis had a black eye from hitting the rock.
pride in her psychiatric literacy. She saw ter, Chase, asked her to join them, but Nevertheless, within a few days she re
her drugs as precision instruments that Laura said she was going outside to turned to the mode she adopted among
could eliminate her suffering, as soon write. “She looked so dead in her eyes,” doctors. “Her eye contact and social com
as she and Dr. Roth found the right Chase said. “There was no expression. portment were intact,” a doctor wrote.
combination. “I medicated myself as There was nothing there, really.” Although she was still disappointed that
though I were a finely calibrated ma There were two trails to the ocean, her suicide hadn’t worked, she felt guilty
chine, the most delicate error poten one leading to a sandy cove and the for worrying her family. She reported
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having a “need to follow rules,” a doc- line woman, the psychoanalyst Helene pressant), Lamictal, Seroquel, Abilify,
tor wrote. Another doctor noted that Deutsch, a colleague of Freud’s, said, Ativan, lithium, and Synthroid, a med-
she did not seem to meet the criteria “It is like the performance of an actor ication to treat hypothyroidism, a side
for major depression, despite her at- who is technically well trained but who effect of lithium. The medications made
tempted suicide. The doctor proposed lacks the necessary spark to make his her so sedated that she sometimes slept
that she had borderline personality impersonations true to life.” In 1980, fourteen hours a night. When she slept
disorder, a condition marked by unsta- the diagnosis was added to the DSM, through a therapy appointment, her
ble relationships and self-image and a which noted that “the disorder is more therapist called the police to check on
chronic sense of emptiness. According commonly diagnosed in women.” One her at her aunt’s house. “That really
to her medical records, Laura agreed. of its defining features is a formless, jolted something in me,” Laura said.
“Maybe I’m borderline,” she said. shifting sense of self. An editorial in In May, 2010, a few months after
She was started on a new combina- Lancet Psychiatry this year proposed entering the borderline clinic, she wan-
tion of medications: lithium, to stabi- that “borderline personality disorder dered into a bookstore, though she rarely
lize her moods, and Ativan, a benzodi- is not so much a diagnosis as it is a read anymore. On the table of new re-
azepine, in addition to the antipsychotic liminal state.” leases was “Anatomy of an Epidemic,”
Seroquel, which she had already been In 2010, Laura moved in with her by Robert Whitaker, whose cover had
taking. Later, a second antipsychotic, aunt Sara, who lived outside Boston, a drawing of a person’s head labelled
Abilify, was added—common practice, and attended a day-treatment program with the names of several medications
though there was limited research jus- for borderline patients. “It was another that she’d taken. The book tries to make
tifying the use of antipsychotics in com- offering of what could fix me, and I sense of the fact that, as psychophar-
bination. “It is tempting to add a sec- hadn’t tried it,” she said. At her intake macology has become more sophisti-
ond drug just for the sake of ‘doing interview, she wore stretchy black yoga cated and accessible, the number of
something,’” a 2004 paper in Current pants from the Gap, one of the few gar- Americans disabled by mental illness
Medicinal Chemistry warns. ments that allowed her to feel invisi- has risen. Whitaker argues that psychi-
Shortly before Laura was discharged, ble. She said that the director of the atric medications, taken in heavy doses
she drafted a letter to the staff on her program told her, “So, you went to Har- over the course of a lifetime, may be
unit. “I truly don’t know where to begin vard. I bet you didn’t think you’d end turning some episodic disorders into
in putting in words the appreciation I up at a place like this.” Laura immedi- chronic disabilities. (The book has been
feel for what you’ve all done to help ately started crying, though she knew praised for presenting a hypothesis of
me,” she wrote. “It’s been so many years that her response would be interpreted potential importance, and criticized for
since I’ve felt the positive emotions— as “emotional lability,” a symptom of overstating evidence and adopting a
hope, mostly—that have flooded over the disorder. crusading tone.)
me.” Unpersuaded by her own senti- Laura had been content to be bipo- Laura wrote Whitaker an e-mail
ment, she stopped the letter midsen- lar. “I fit into the DSM criteria per- with the subject line “Psychopharms
tence and never sent it. fectly,” she said. But borderline person- and Selfhood,” and listed the many drugs
ality disorder didn’t feel blameless to she had taken. “I grew up in a subur-
aura moved back home to live with her. Almost all the patients in Laura’s ban town that emphasized the belief
L her parents in Greenwich and spent
her nights drinking with old friends.
group were women, and many had his-
tories of sexual trauma or were in de-
that happiness comes from looking per-
fect to others,” she wrote. Whitaker
She told her psychiatrist, “I don’t feel structive relationships. Laura said that lived in Boston, and they met for coffee.
grounded. . . . I am floating.” Her fa- she interpreted the diagnosis as her doc- Whitaker told me that Laura reminded
ther encouraged her to “try to reach tors saying, “You are a slutty, manipu- him of many young people who had
for one little tiny positive thought, so lative, fucked-up person.” contacted him after reading the book.
you can get a little bit of relief.” When Laura sometimes drank heavily, and, He said, “They’d been prescribed one
she couldn’t arrive at one, he urged her, at the suggestion of a friend, she had drug, and then a second, and a third,
“Just think of Bitsy,” their cairn terrier. begun attending Alcoholics Anony- and they are put on this other trajec-
When it was clear that positivity mous meetings. Laura was heartened tory where their self-identity changes
was out of reach, Laura began seeing by the stories of broken people who from being normal to abnormal—they
a new psychiatrist at McLean, who had somehow survived. The meetings are told that, basically, there is some-
embraced the theory that her under- lacked the self-absorption, the constant thing wrong with their brain, and it isn’t
lying problem was borderline person- turning inward, that she felt at the temporary—and it changes their sense
ality disorder. “It is unclear whether clinic, where she attended therapy every of resilience and the way they present
she has bipolar (as diagnosed in the day. When Laura’s pharmacologist pre- themselves to others.”
past),” he wrote. scribed her Naltrexone—a drug that is At her appointments with her phar-
The concept of a borderline per- supposed to block the craving for al- macologist, Laura began to raise the
sonality emerged in medical literature cohol—Laura was insulted. If she were idea of coming off her drugs. She had
in the nineteen-thirties, encompassing to quit drinking, she wanted to feel used nineteen medications in fourteen
patients who didn’t fit into established that she had done it on her own. She years, and she wasn’t feeling better. “I
illness categories. Describing a border- was already taking Effexor (an antide- never had a baseline sense of myself,
44 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019
of who I am, of what my capacities
are,” she said. The doctors at the bor-
derline clinic initially resisted her re-
quests, but they also seemed to recog-
nize that her struggles transcended
brain chemistry. A few months earlier,
one doctor had written on a prescrip-
tion pad, “Practice Self-Compassion,”
and for the number of refills he’d writ-
ten, “Infinite.”
THE DAY
THE EARTH DIED
A young paleontologist makes the find of his life.
BY DOUGLAS PRESTON
DePalma said, “It’s like finding the Holy Grail clutched in the bony fingers of Jimmy Hoffa, sitting on top of the Lost Ark.”
PHOTOGRAPHS BY RICHARD BARNES
f, on a certain evening about sixty- Earth’s crust rebounded, a peak higher at least some of this vagabond debris
jams of wood, fish pressed against of what he had come across slowly who died in 2005, at the age of a hun-
cypress-tree root bundles, tree trunks dawned on him. If the site was what dred, was a renowned orthopedic sur-
smeared with amber.” Most fossils end he hoped, he had made the most im- geon who wrote several standard text-
up being squashed flat by the pressure portant paleontological discovery of books on the subject. (Anthony’s son,
of the overlying stone, but here every- the new century. Robert’s cousin, is the film director
thing was three-dimensional, includ- Brian De Palma.)
ing the fish, having been encased in ePalma grew up in Boca Raton, “Between the ages of three and four,
sediment all at once, which acted as a
support. “You see skin, you see dorsal
D Florida, and as a child he was fas-
cinated by bones and the stories they
I made a visual connection with the
gracefulness of individual bones and
fins literally sticking straight up in the contained. His father, Robert, Sr., prac- how they fit together as a system,” De-
sediments, species new to science,” he tices endodontic surgery in nearby Del- Palma told me. “That really struck me.
said. As he dug, the momentousness ray Beach; his great-uncle Anthony, I went after whatever on the dinner
THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 57
table had bones in it.” His family buried he must cover almost all the costs him- that the bone might have grown around
their dead pets in one spot and put the self. His out-of-pocket expenses for a foreign object and encased it. He took
burial markers in another, so that he working the Hell Creek site amount it to Lawrence Memorial Hospital, in
wouldn’t dig up the corpses; he found to tens of thousands of dollars. He Kansas, where a CT technician scanned
them anyway. He froze dead lizards in helps defray the expenses by mount- it for free in the middle of the night,
ice-cube trays, which his mother would ing fossils, doing reconstructions, and when the machine was idle. Inside the
discover when she had friends over for casting and selling replicas for muse- nodule was a broken tyrannosaur tooth;
iced tea. “I was never into sports,” he ums, private collectors, and other cli- the hadrosaur had been bitten by a ty-
said. “They tried to get me to do that ents. At times, his parents have chipped rannosaur and escaped.
so I would get along with the other in. “I squeak by,” he said. “If it’s a tossup The discovery helped refute an old
kids. But I was digging up the baseball between getting more PaleoBond”— hypothesis, revived by the formidable
field looking for bones.” an expensive liquid glue used to hold paleontologist Jack Horner, that T. rex
DePalma’s great-uncle Anthony, fossils together—“or changing the was solely a scavenger. Horner argued
who lived in Pompano Beach, took him air-conditioning filter, I’m getting the that T. rex was too slow and lumber-
under his wing. “I used to visit him PaleoBond.” He is single, and shares a ing, its arms too puny and its eyesight
every other weekend and show him my three-bedroom apartment with casts too poor, to prey on other creatures.
latest finds,” DePalma said. When he of various dinosaurs, including one of When DePalma’s find was picked up
was four, someone at a museum in Texas a Nanotyrannus. “It’s hard to have a life by the national media, Horner dis-
gave him a fragment of dinosaur bone, outside of my work,” he said. missed it as “speculation” and merely
which he took to his great-uncle. “He DePalma’s control of his research “one data point.” He suggested an al-
taught me that all those little knobs collection is controversial. Fossils are ternative scenario: the T. rex might have
and rough patches and protrusions on a big business; wealthy collectors pay accidentally bitten the tail of a sleep-
a bone had names, and that the bone hundreds of thousands of dollars, even ing hadrosaur, thinking that it was dead,
also had a name,” DePalma said. “I was millions, for a rare specimen. (In 1997, and then “backed away” when it real-
captivated.” At six or seven, on trips to a T. rex nicknamed Sue was sold at ized its mistake. “I thought that was
Central Florida with his family, he a Sotheby’s auction, to the Field Mu- absolutely preposterous,” DePalma told
started finding his own fossilized bones seum of Natural History, in Chicago, me. At the time, he told the Los An-
from mammals dating back to the Ice for more than $8.3 million.) The Amer- geles Times, “A scavenger doesn’t come
Age. He found his first dinosaur bone ican market is awash in fossils illegally across a food source and realize all of
when he was nine, in Colorado. smuggled out of China and Mongo- a sudden that it’s alive.” Horner even-
In high school, during the summer lia. But in the U.S. fossil collecting on tually conceded that T. rex may have
and on weekends, DePalma collected private property is legal, as is the buy- hunted live prey. But, when I asked
fossils, made dinosaur models, and ing, selling, and exporting of fossils. Horner about DePalma recently, he
mounted skeletons for the Graves Mu- Many scientists view this trade as a said at first that he didn’t remember
seum of Archaeology and Natural His- threat to paleontology and argue that him: “In the community, we don’t get
tory, in Dania Beach. He loaned the important fossils belong in museums. to know students very well.”
museum his childhood fossil collection “I’m not allowed to have a private col- Without his Ph.D., DePalma re-
for display, but in 2004 the museum lection of anything I’m studying,” one mains mostly invisible, awaiting the
went bankrupt and many of the spec- prominent curator told me. DePalma stamp of approval that signals the be-
imens were carted off to a community insists that he maintains “the best of ginning of a serious research career. Sev-
college. DePalma had no paperwork to both worlds” for his fossils. He has eral paleontologists I talked to had not
prove his ownership, and a court re- deposited portions of his collection heard of him. Another, who asked not
fused to return his fossils, which num- at several nonprofit institutions, includ- to be named, said, “Finding that kind
bered in the hundreds. They were mostly ing the University of Kansas, the Palm of fossil was pretty cool, but not life-
locked away in storage, unavailable for Beach Museum of Natural History, and changing. People sometimes think I’m
public display and enjoyment. Florida Atlantic University; some spec- dumb because I often say I don’t have
Dismayed by what he called the imens are temporarily housed in vari- the answers—we weren’t there when a
“wasteful mismanagement” of his col- ous analytical labs that are conducting fossil was formed. There are other peo-
lection, DePalma adopted some un- tests on them—all overseen by him. ple out there who say they do know,
usual collecting practices. Typically, pa- In 2013, DePalma briefly made news and he’s one of those people. I think he
leontologists cede the curation and the with a paper he published in the Pro- can overinterpret.”
care of their specimens to the institu- ceedings of the National Academy of Sci-
tions that hold them. But DePalma in- ences. Four years earlier, in Hell Creek, fter receiving DePalma’s e-mail, I
sists on contractual clauses that give
him oversight of the management of
he and a field assistant, Robert Feeney,
found an odd, lumpy growth of fossil-
A made arrangements to visit the
Hell Creek site; three weeks later I was
his specimens. He never digs on pub- ized bone that turned out to be two in Bowman. DePalma pulled up to my
lic land, because of what he considers fused vertebrae from the tail of a had- hotel in a Toyota 4Runner, its stereo
excessive government red tape. But, rosaur, a duck-billed dinosaur from the blasting the theme to “Raiders of the
without federal support for his work, Cretaceous period. DePalma thought Lost Ark.” He wore a coarse cotton
58 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019
various digging tools and some metal
pipe for taking core samples, leaned
THE EL against the far side of the hole. As we
strolled around the site, I noticed on
No one ever grabbed my ass on the stairs down to DePalma’s belt a long fixed-blade knife
the D. But on the stairs up to the El, it happened and a sheathed bayonet—a Second
all the time. I guess it was anatomically more natural, World War relic that his uncle gave
like reaching for an apple, but the first time, him when he was twelve, he said.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. I think I felt warm, He recalled the moment of discov-
which wasn’t an emotion. It felt like a rite of passage, ery. The first fossil he removed, earlier
though I’d never heard of rites of passage. that summer, was a five-foot-long fresh-
Disgusting is what I said when I told my friends. water paddlefish. Paddlefish still live
A grown man. I was twelve then. It felt like flattery. today; they have a long bony snout,
with which they probe murky water in
From the El, I could look into other people’s windows, search of food. When DePalma took
but if I saw them at all, what they were doing mostly out the fossil, he found underneath it
were the same kinds of nothings we did in our own a tooth from a mosasaur, a giant car-
apartment. What I usually saw were their curtains nivorous marine reptile. He wondered
blowing in and out, ’cause their windows were wide open. how a freshwater fish and a marine rep-
It wasn’t like the High Line, where many years later tile could have ended up in the same
I saw two men in a hotel room doing a performance place, on a riverbank at least several
just for me. The High Line used to be an El. It still is in a way, miles inland from the nearest sea. (At
though it’s covered with flowers. And I’m the train. the time, a shallow body of water, called
the Western Interior Seaway, ran from
When I turned nineteen and got married, I went to live the proto-Gulf of Mexico up through
up by Mt. Eden. It was cheap and noisy and the El part of North America.) The next day,
ran below our window and our daughter died and we were he found a two-foot-wide tail from an-
still in school and took the D train to Manhattan now. other marine fish; it looked as if it had
But coming home one night, I looked up and saw curtains been violently ripped from the fish’s
blowing in and out of someone’s window. I was on an El, body. “If the fish is dead for any length
I don’t know where, or how I made it home. It wasn’t our El, of time, those tails decay and fall apart,”
but it’s the El I dream about: I’ve just come down the stairs, DePalma said. But this one was per-
and now I’ve got to figure it out. Up on the platform fectly intact, “so I knew that it was trans-
you could buy peanuts from a dispenser and either ported at the time of death or around
give them to the pigeons or eat them yourself. then.” Like the mosasaur tooth, it had
somehow ended up miles inland from
—Joan Murray the sea of its origin. “When I found
that, I thought, There’s no way, this
can’t be right,” DePalma said. The dis-
work shirt, cargo pants with canvas into the ground. Over millions of years, coveries hinted at an extraordinary con-
suspenders, and a suède cowboy hat the Hell Creek layer has been heavily clusion that he wasn’t quite ready to
with the left brim snapped up. His face eroded, leaving only remnants, which accept. “I was ninety-eight per cent
was tanned from long days in the sun jut from the prairie like so many rot- convinced at that point,” he said.
and he had a five-day-old beard. ten teeth. These lifeless buttes and pin- The following day, DePalma noticed
I got in, and we drove for an hour nacles are striped in beige, chocolate, a small disturbance preserved in the
or so, turning through a ranch gate and yellow, maroon, russet, gray, and white. sediment. About three inches in diam-
following a maze of bone-rattling roads Fossils, worked loose by wind and rain, eter, it appeared to be a crater formed
that eventually petered out in a grassy spill down the sides. by an object that had fallen from the
basin. The scattered badlands of Hell When we arrived, DePalma’s site lay sky and plunked down in mud. Simi-
Creek form an otherworldly landscape. open in front of us: a desolate hump of lar formations, caused by hailstones hit-
This is far-flung ranching and farm- gray, cracked earth, about the size of ting a muddy surface, had been found
ing country; prairies and sunflower two soccer fields. It looked as if a piece before in the fossil record. As DePalma
fields stretch to the horizon, domed by of the moon had dropped there. One shaved back the layers to make a cross-
the great blue skies of the American side of the deposit was cut through by section of the crater, he found the thing
West. Roads connect small towns— a sandy wash, or dry streambed; the itself—not a hailstone but a small white
truck stop, church, motel, houses and other ended in a low escarpment. The sphere—at the bottom of the crater. It
trailers—and lonely expanses roll by in dig was a three-foot-deep rectangular was a tektite, about three millimetres
between. Here and there in the coun- hole, sixty feet long by forty feet wide. in diameter—the fallout from an an-
tryside, abandoned farmhouses lean A couple of two-by-fours, along with cient asteroid impact. As he continued
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excavating, he found another crater with fifties, was sunburned and unshaven, imen before it fell apart. This would
a tektite at the bottom, and another, and wore a sleeveless T-shirt, snake- preserve, in plaster, a reverse image of
and another. Glass turns to clay over proof camouflage boots, and a dusty the fossil; the original was too short-
millions of years, and these tektites were Tilley hat. The two men gathered their lived to be saved.
now clay, but some still had glassy cores. tools, got down on the floor of the hole, When the mosquitoes got bad, De-
The microtektites he had found earlier and began probing the three-foot-high Palma took out a briar pipe and packed
might have been carried there by water, walls of the deposit. it with Royal Cherry Cavendish to-
but these had been trapped where they For rough digging, DePalma likes to bacco. He put a lighter to it and vigor-
fell—on what, DePalma believed, must use his bayonet and a handheld Marsh ously puffed, wreathing himself in
have been the very day of the disaster. pick, popularized by the nineteenth- sickly-sweet smoke, then went back to
“When I saw that, I knew this wasn’t century Yale paleontologist Othniel C. work. “I’m like a shopaholic in a shoe
just any flood deposit,” DePalma said. Marsh, who pioneered dinosaur-hunt- store,” he said. “I want everything!”
“We weren’t just near the KT bound- ing in the American West and dis- He showed me the impression of a
ary—this whole site is the KT bound- covered eighty new species. The pick round object about two inches wide.
ary!” From surveying and mapping the was given to him by David Burnham, “This is either a flower or an echino-
layers, DePalma hypothesized that a his thesis adviser at Kansas, when he derm,” he said, referring to a group of
massive inland surge of water flooded completed his master’s degree. For fine marine life-forms that includes sea
a river valley and filled the low-lying work, DePalma uses X-Acto knives and urchins and starfish. “I’ll figure it out
area where we now stood, perhaps as a brushes—the typical tools of a paleon- in the lab.” He swiftly entombed it in
result of the KT-impact tsunami, which tologist—as well as dental instruments PaleoBond and plaster. Next, he found
had roared across the proto-Gulf and given to him by his father. a perfect leaf, and near that a seed from
up the Western Interior Seaway. As the The deposit consisted of dozens of a pinecone. “Cretaceous mulch,” he
water slowed and became slack, it de- thin layers of mud and sand. Lower said, dismissively; he already had many
posited everything that had been caught down, it graded into a more turbulent similar examples. He found three more
up in its travels—the heaviest material band of sand and gravel, which con- small craters with tektites in them,
first, up to whatever was floating on tained the heavier fish fossils, bones, which he sectioned and photographed.
the surface. All of it was quickly en- and bigger tektites. Below that layer Then his X-Acto blade turned up a
tombed and preserved in the muck: was a hard surface of sandstone, the tiny brown bone—a jaw, less than a
dying and dead creatures, both marine original Cretaceous bedrock of the site, quarter inch in length. He held it up
and freshwater; plants, seeds, tree trunks, much of which had been scoured smooth between his fingers and peered at it
roots, cones, pine needles, flowers, and by the flood. with a lens.
pollen; shells, bones, teeth, and eggs; Paleontology is maddening work, its “A mammal,” he said. “This one was
tektites, shocked minerals, tiny dia- progress typically measured in millime- already dead when it was buried.”
monds, iridium-laden dust, ash, char- tres. As I watched, DePalma and Pas- Weeks later, in the lab, he identified the
coal, and amber-smeared wood. As the cucci lay on their stomachs under the jaw as probably belonging to a mam-
sediments settled, blobs of glass rained beating sun, their eyes inches from the mal distantly related to primates—in-
into the mud, the largest first, then finer dirt wall, and picked away. DePalma cluding us.
and finer bits, until grains sifted down poked the tip of an X-Acto into the Half an hour later, DePalma discov-
like snow. thin laminations of sediment and loos- ered a large feather. “Every day is Christ-
“We have the whole KT event pre- ened one dime-size flake at a time; he’d mas out here,” he said. He exposed the
served in these sediments,” DePalma examine it closely, and, if he saw noth- feather with precise movements. It was
said. “With this deposit, we can chart ing, flick it away. When the chips ac- a crisp impression in the layer of mud,
what happened the day the Cretaceous cumulated, he gathered them into small perhaps thirteen inches long. “This is
died.” No paleontological site remotely piles with a paintbrush; when those my ninth feather,” he said. “The first
like it had ever been found, and, if De- piles accumulated, Pascucci swept them fossil feathers ever found at Hell Creek.
Palma’s hypothesis proves correct, the into larger piles with a broom and then I’m convinced these are dinosaur feath-
scientific value of the site will be im- shovelled them into a heap at the far ers. I don’t know for sure. But these are
mense. When Walter Alvarez visited end of the dig. primitive feathers, and most are a foot
the dig last summer, he was astounded. Occasionally, DePalma came across long. There are zero birds that big from
“It is truly a magnificent site,” he wrote small plant fossils—flower petals, leaves, Hell Creek with feathers this primitive.
to me, adding that it’s “surely one of the seeds, pine needles, and bits of bark. It’s more parsimonious to suggest it was
best sites ever found for telling just what Many of these were mere impressions a known dinosaur, most likely a thero-
happened on the day of the impact.” in the mud, which would crack and pod, possibly a raptor.” He kept dig-
peel as soon as they were exposed to ging. “Maybe we’ll find the raptor that
hen DePalma finished showing the air. He quickly squirted them with these feathers came from, but I doubt
W me the dig, he introduced me
to a field assistant, Rudy Pascucci,
PaleoBond, which soaked into the
fossils and held them together. Or, us-
it. These feathers could have floated
from a long way off.”
the director of the Palm Beach Mu- ing another technique, he mixed a batch His X-Acto knife unearthed the
seum. Pascucci, a muscular man in his of plaster and poured it on the spec- edge of a fossilized fin. Another pad-
60 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019
dlefish came to light; it later proved to
be nearly six feet long. DePalma probed
the sediment around it, to gauge its po-
sition and how best to extract it. As
more of it was exposed, we could clearly
see that the fish’s two-foot-long snout
had broken when it was forced—prob-
ably by the flood’s surge—against the
branches of a submerged araucaria tree.
He noted that every fish he’d found in
the site had died with its mouth open,
which may indicate that the fish had
been gasping as they suffocated in the
sediment-laden water.
“Most died in a vertical position in
the sediment, didn’t even tip over on
their sides,” he said. “And they weren’t
scavenged, because whatever would have
dug them up afterward was probably
gone.” He chipped away around the
paddlefish, exposing a fin bone, then a
half-dollar-size patch of fossilized skin
with the scales perfectly visible. He
treated these by saturating them with
his own special blend of hardener. Be-
cause of the extreme fragility of the fos-
sils, he would take them back to his lab,
in Florida, totally encased in sediment,
or “matrix.” In the lab, he would free
each fossil under a magnifying glass, in
precisely controlled conditions, away
from the damaging effects of sun, wind,
and aridity.
As DePalma worked around the pad- In one fell swoop, DePalma may have filled in the gap in the fossil record.
dlefish, more of the araucaria branch
came to light, including its short, spiky two-by-four and sawed off two foot- DePalma resumed digging. Gusts
needles. “This tree was alive when it long pieces and placed them like splints of wind stirred up clouds of dust, and
was buried,” he said. Then he noticed on either side of the sediment-encased rain fell; when the weather cleared, the
a golden blob of amber stuck to the fossil. One by one, he dipped the bur- late-afternoon sun spilled across the
branch. Amber is preserved tree resin lap strips in the plaster and draped prairie. DePalma was lost in another
and often contains traces of whatever them across the top and the sides of day, in another time. “Here’s a piece of
was in the air at the time, trapping the the specimen. He added rope handles wood with bark-beetle traces,” he said.
atmospheric chemistry and even, some- and plastered them in. An hour later, Plant fossils from the first several mil-
times, insects and small reptiles. “This when the plaster had cured, he chis- lion years after the impact show almost
is Cretaceous flypaper,” he said. “I can’t elled through the rock pedestal be- no signs of such damage; the insects
wait to get this back to the lab.” neath the fossil and flipped the spec- were mostly gone. The asteroid had
An hour later, he had chiselled all the imen over, leaving the underside likely struck in the fall, DePalma spec-
way around the fish, leaving it encased exposed. Back in the lab, he would go ulated. He had reached this conclusion
in matrix, supported by a four-inch-tall through this surface to access the fos- by comparing the juvenile paddlefish
pedestal of rock. “I’m pretty sure this is sil, with the plaster jacket acting as a and sturgeon he’d found with the spe-
a species new to science,” he said. Be- cradle below. Using the rope handles, cies’ known growth rates and hatching
cause the soft tissue had also fossilized, DePalma and Pascucci lugged the seasons; he’d also found the seeds
he said, even the animal’s stomach con- specimen, which weighed perhaps two of conifers, figs, and certain flowers.
tents might still be present. hundred pounds, to the truck and “When we analyze the pollen and di-
He straightened up. “Time to plas- loaded it into the back. Later, DePalma atomaceous particles, that will narrow
ter,” he said. He took off his shirt and would store it behind a friend’s ranch it down,” he said.
began mixing a five-gallon bucket of house, where all his jacketed fossils In the week that followed, fresh
plaster with his hands, while Pascucci from the season were laid out in rows, riches emerged: more feathers, leaves,
tore strips of burlap. DePalma took a covered with tarps. seeds, and amber, along with several
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other fish, three to five feet long, and posed by the sandy wash. He scraped said. “But this one is impossible—it’s
a dozen more craters with tektites. I smooth a vertical section and misted it dug right through the KT boundary.”
have visited many paleontological sites, with water from a spray bottle to bring Perhaps, he said, the mammal survived
but I had never seen so many speci- out the color. The bottom layer was the impact and the flood, burrowed into
mens found so quickly. Most digs are jumbled; the first rush of water had the mud to escape the freezing dark-
boring; days or weeks may pass with ripped up layers of mud, gravel, and ness, then died. “It may have been born
little found. DePalma seemed to make rocks and tumbled them about with in the Cretaceous and died in the Pa-
a noteworthy discovery about every pieces of burned (and burning) wood. leocene,” he said. “And to think—sixty-
half hour. Then DePalma came to a faint jug- six million years later, a stinky monkey
When DePalma first visited the site, shaped outline in the wall of the wash. is digging it up, trying to figure out
he noted, partially embedded on the He examined it closely. It started as a what happened.” He added, “If it’s a
surface, the hip bone of a dinosaur in tunnel at the top of the KT layer, went new species, I’ll name it after you.”
the ceratopsian family, of which tricer- down, and then widened into a round When I left Hell Creek, DePalma
atops is the best-known member. A cavity, filled with soil of a different color, pressed me on the need for secrecy:
commercial collector had tried to re- which stopped at the hard sandstone I was to tell no one, not even close
move it years earlier; it had been aban- of the undisturbed bedrock layer below. friends, about what he’d found. The
doned in place and was crumbling from It looked as though a small animal had history of paleontology is full of tales
years of exposure. DePalma initially dis- dug through the mud to create a hide- of bribery, backstabbing, and double-
missed it as “trash” and decried the ir- out. “Is that a burrow?” I asked. dealing. In the nineteenth century,
responsibility of the collector. Later, DePalma scraped the area smooth Othniel C. Marsh and Edward Drinker
though, he wondered how the bone, with his bayonet, then sprayed it. “You’re Cope, the nation’s two leading pale-
which was heavy, had arrived there, very darn right it is,” he said. “And this isn’t ontologists, engaged in a bitter com-
close to the high-water mark of the the burrow of a small dinosaur. It’s a petition to collect dinosaur fossils in
flood. It must have floated, he said, and mammal burrow.” (Burrows have char- the American West. They raided each
to have done so it must have been en- acteristic shapes, depending on the spe- other’s quarries, bribed each other’s
cased in desiccated tissue—suggesting cies that inhabit them.) He peered at crews, and vilified each other in print
that at least one dinosaur species was it, his eyes inches from the rock, prob- and at scientific meetings. In 1890, the
alive at the time of the impact. He later ing it with the tip of the bayonet. “Gosh, New York Herald began a series of
found a suitcase-size piece of fossilized I think it’s still in there!” sensational articles about the contro-
skin from a ceratopsian attached to the He planned to remove the entire versy with the headline “Scientists
hip bone. burrow intact, in a block, and run it Wage Bitter Warfare.” The ri-
At one point, DePalma set off to through a CT scanner back home, to valry has since become known as the
photograph the layers of the deposit see what it contained. “Any Cretaceous Bone Wars. The days of skulduggery
which had been cut through and ex- mammal burrow is incredibly rare,” he in paleontology have not passed; De-
Palma was deeply concerned that the
site would be expropriated by a major
museum.
A CRITIC AT LARGE
THE TAKEBACK
For a dozen years after the Civil War, true black citizenship seemed in reach. What happens to a dream dismantled?
BY ADAM GOPNIK
ot so long ago, the Civil War was though the particular interpretive pres- tinguished black leaders went to Con-
N taken to be this country’s central
moral drama. Now we think that the af-
sures put on particular moments have
changed with every era. Toward the end
gress. The 1872 lithograph of “The First
Colored Senator and Representatives,”
termath—the confrontation not of blue of the war, Washington politicians de- by Currier & Ives, no less, shows seven
and gray but of white and black, and the bated what to do with the millions of black men given the full weight of mid-
reimposition of apartheid through ter- newly freed black slaves. Lincoln, after century Seriousness, including the first
ror—is what has left the deepest mark foolishly toying with recolonization black senator from Mississippi, Hiram
on American history. Instead of argu- schemes, had settled on black suffrage, Rhodes Revels.
ing about whether the war could have at least for black soldiers who had fought But white state governments steadily
turned out any other way, we argue about in the war. (It was a speech of Lincoln’s reconstituted themselves. By the eigh-
whether the postwar could have turned to this effect that sealed his assassina- teen-nineties, they were passing laws
out any other way. Was there ever a fight- tion: John Wilkes Booth, hearing it, that, piece by piece, reclaimed the right
ing chance for full black citizenship, said, “That means nigger citizenship. to vote for whites alone. All of this was
equality before the law, agrarian reform? Now, by God, I’ll put him through.”) made worse by one of those essentially
Or did the combination of hostility and After Lincoln’s death, his hapless and theological “constitutional” points which
indifference among white Americans ill-chosen Vice-President, Andrew John- American professors and politicians love
make the disaster inevitable? son, did as much as he could to slow to belabor. Lincoln’s argument was al-
Henry Louis Gates, Jr., in his new the process of black emancipation in ways that, since it was unconstitutional
book, “Stony the Road: Reconstruction, the South, while the “radical” core of for states to secede on their own, the
White Supremacy, and the Rise of Jim the abolitionist Republicans in Con- rebel states had never seceded. The reb-
Crow” (Penguin Press), rightly believes gress tried to advance it, and, for a while, els were not an enemy nation; they were
that this argument has special currency succeeded. Long dismissed as destruc- just a mob with a flag waiting to be po-
in the post-Obama, or mid-Trump, era. tive fanatics, they now seem to be voices liced, and the Union Army was the
He compares the rosy confidence, in of simple human decency. Thaddeus policeman. The idea was to limit any
2008, that the essential stain of Ameri- Stevens, the abolitionist congressman well-meaning attempt at negotiation,
can racism would fade through the ele- from Vermont, proposed shortly after and to discourage foreign powers from
vation of a black President with the same the war’s end, in his “Lancaster” speech, treating the Confederacy as a separate
kind of short-lived hopes found in 1865, a simple policy: punish the rebel lead- state. After the war, though, this same
when all the suffering of the war seemed ers; treat the secessionist states as terri- idea implied that, since the state gov-
sure to end with civil equality. Instead, tories to be supervised by Congress, thus ernments had never gone out of exis-
the appearance of African-American protecting the new black citizens; take tence, their reborn legislatures could in-
empowerment seemed only to deepen the confiscated plantations on which stantly reclaim all the rights enjoyed by
the rage of a white majority. Then it masters had worked slaves like animals, states, including deciding who could
brought forward Klan terrorism and Jim and break up those plantations into vote and when.
Crow in the South; now it has brought forty-acre lots for the ex-slaves to own As Stevens pointed out, the reason-
to power the most overtly racist Presi- (a form of the classic “forty acres and a ing that says that no states seceded be-
dent since Woodrow Wilson, openly ca- mule”). That this minimally equitable cause the Constitution won’t allow it
tering to a white revanchist base. It’s a plan was long regarded as “radical” says would also say that no man can ever
depressing prospect, and Gates is prop- something about how bent toward in- commit murder because the law for-
erly depressed and depressing about it. justice the conversation quickly became. bids it. “Black Codes” were put in place
The broad outlines of the Recon- Freed slaves eagerly participated in in most Southern states that, through
struction story have long been familiar, the first elections after the war, and dis- various means, some overt and some
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still be astonished by the degree to which it and the extraordinary self-emerging different moments in the struggle. It’s
liberal institutions worked to curb the social institutions that empowered it. a good thought to hold on to now.
worst social sadism that, until then, had Every life of a great jazz musician shows
been a commonplace of human history. us both—social sadism beyond belief From the Santa Maria (Calif.) Times.
It can be helpful to expand the histor- to be endured, but also social networks
ical scale just a tad. Although the fail- of support, filled with intimately colla- ‘THE AMERICAN’ WONDERS
AIMLESSLY THROUGH EUROPE
ure of the Republic to sustain its ideals borative and competitive relationships,
is appallingly self-evident, elections in- artists both sustaining and outdoing Gets us to wondering, too.
J ustblesasininthethelunch
movie “Fame” the ta-
hall are for danc-
ing on, not eating from, “Trust Exer-
cise” also makes something dramatic
and memorable from the simple ele-
ments of a teen movie. An adored, ec-
centric teacher, Mr. Kingsley, presides
over a theatre program (one of the first
things he insists on is that English
spelling; revert to the American and
“you will fail the assignment”) in a
school in a vast Southern city. A girl
in his class from the wrong side of the
tracks, Sarah, falls in love with a boy,
David, who’s from the sort of family
that vacations in Europe. Mr. Kings-
ley—one in a line of bad teachers who
are in love with their own badness,
stretching all the way back to Miss
Jean Brodie—has his own method of
ego deconstruction and reconstruc-
here are many ways of hiding of them off to sit cross-legged with tion: the burst of “recognition” between
T knowledge from ourselves that are
not really hiding at all. Not too far
him in a gazebo. “I want you to know
that I love you,” he begins, squeezing
Sarah and David happens when Mr.
Kingsley turns out the lights in the
from the beginning of Susan Choi’s the girls’ hands with “a surfeit of feel- drama studio and encourages his class
new novel, “Trust Exercise” (Henry ing,” and then he breaks the news: he’s to consider their fellow-students anew.
Holt), there is a party after a high- gay. They respond with the appropri- “Is that some other creature with me
school production of “Guys and Dolls.” ate theatrics—OMG—and tell him in the darkness?” the teacher whispers,
The high school is a performing-arts how honored they are to be the first as David’s hand finds Sarah’s knee and
academy, and so it follows that the ones to know. Only one of them, Sarah, then her thigh.
fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds at the recognizes that this secret was in fact The school year begins in the dark
party are dramatic beyond even ordi- no secret at all. Greg “was so clearly, and culminates in the sex that David
nary adolescents. Greg Veltin, the star inevitably, no-other-possibility gay that and Sarah have during the eight weeks
of last year’s production of “Anything Sarah cannot believe she never real- of summer, “a span that seems end-
Goes,” and the sort of guy who causes ized—but that was 15 in a nutshell, less, but with the intuitive parts of
girls to agree to share him, leads three she’ll think when she’s twice, and then themselves they also sense it is not a
long time and will go very quickly.
For the aspiring actors in Susan Choi’s novel, reality takes place onstage. The intuitive parts of themselves are
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always highly aggravated when they It’s as if their love had all along novel, “Asymmetry,” something more
are together. Intuition only tells them been conceived as a play, with a ready- interesting.
what they want, not how to achieve it, made audience in their fellow-students, Once “Trust Exercise” is handed over
and this is intolerable.” Repeating “in- eager for the next twist. Mr. Kingsley to Karen, Sarah’s story changes. The
tuitive” and “intuition” once, twice, then invites Sarah into his office. “Tell me proportions of truth to untruth shift,
three times creates an expectation that about life outside school,” he says, and and dynamics that seemed latent now
Choi gently frustrates. This rise and Sarah, flattered—like any amateur seem overt. And there is a new ques-
fall is both a celebration and a deni- being offered the lead—starts to tell tion: Can Karen get closer to the truth
gration of the quality of intuition it- him things. Soon David and Sarah are than Sarah could? To what end will she
self. Many novels teach their readers volunteered for one of Mr. Kingsley’s put her own act of authorship—to set
how to read them; the reader of this so-called trust exercises: onstage be- the record straight, or to go further and
one must learn something else—to stay fore the whole class, they are told to enact revenge? Karen persuades David,
with the not-knowing long enough to sit with their knees touching and make now in charge of his own theatre com-
find the truth. eye contact, reprising roles they’ve al- pany in their home town, to put on a
People say that love is when you ready abandoned. “Is that the best you play written by another bad teacher,
know, but in “Trust Exercise” that in- can do?” Mr. Kingsley asks when they Martin, who seduced Karen when she
tuitive physical connection is the start hesitate. He wants the spark of the was a teen-ager. (He has been recently
of David and Sarah’s interpretive trou- real to be the basis of the simulacrum. disgraced after getting a sixteen-year-
bles. Being exquisitely connected in “Those hands know each other, don’t old pupil pregnant.) Karen will no lon-
bed (how did you know exactly where they. What do they remember?” Sarah ger be sidelined as she was in Sarah’s
to touch me?) might emphasize being begins sobbing—is she a good actress book. She will play the main female
horribly disconnected in life (how could or a very bad one? David’s eyes are role; she will take care of the props and
you not know exactly the right thing “gleaming” with anger—is he com- the décor. She isn’t quite the author, but
to say to me?). Good sex brings a kind pletely in control of himself or dan- she’s learned to take control, despite
of connection—one that can feel like gerously close to exploding? Their play the training she was given. “The exer-
trust—that doesn’t necessarily come has acquired a gleeful, unrepentant di- cises Mr. Kingsley made them do,”
with the desire to do the work of know- rector in Mr. Kingsley, who doesn’t Karen says of Sarah’s onstage sobbing
ing someone and letting him know seem to know how far he will go to and David’s onstage raging when they
you. Before a lover can put her ego to get an authentic reaction out of them: were all fifteen, “it occurred to me many
one side and speak honestly, she grabs “Don’t lie to her now and don’t lie to years later, were a kind of pornogra-
on to other things, to roles she knows yourself! ” Another student cries out, phy.” What had seemed like teaching
from the family romance that plays “Foul!,” and suddenly the exercise is at the time (at least to some of the pu-
out at home, or onscreen, or, indeed, over and we’re back to reality—what- pils, if not to their parents) now looks
onstage. Perhaps this is also the work ever that means. like a sinister initiation: feelings aren’t
of growing up: learning to act in a way for intimate relationships but for ap-
that doesn’t feel like acting. n alert—or mistrustful—reader plause and display. In such a system,
On the first day back at school,
David strides “through the big dou-
A may have already noticed that
this version of the story serves one of
truth can be safely approached only in
art; in life, it is too much.
ble doors, in fact bouncing, in fact its characters more than the others. At the play’s première, Sarah, David,
funny-walking from lightness of heart Sarah cries obediently because she is Karen, Mr. Kingsley, and Martin will
because he was finally stepping on the one, we discover almost exactly be under one theatre roof together, for
stage in the role of her boyfriend.” halfway through the book, who has one night only, and Karen will have a
This is the only role he decides he been telling the story. What we’ve perfect opportunity—not just to imag-
cares about: “Who gave a shit about been reading thus far is a novel writ- ine what might have been but to cor-
Hamlet?” (Hamlet, like Polonius, ad- ten by Sarah, narrated in the third rect the official record. Yet even this
vises actors not to act at all but to hold person, more than a decade after the dramatic climax isn’t the whole truth.
“the mirror up to nature”; for him as events that it describes. At this point “Years later,” we’re told at the start of
well as David, life is worth more than in Choi’s novel, narration is handed the novel, “Sarah will see a play in
art.) David has a small square box in over to Karen, an old classmate of which an actor asks, ‘Can’t there be a
hand, and Sarah recoils: “To David, Sarah’s, who has read the book and silent language?’ and be surprised when
love meant declaration. Wasn’t that recognized herself in it. Unlike the her eyes fill with tears.” If that silence
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the whole point? To Sarah, love meant twist in the final pages of Ian Mc- had spoken, what might have been
a shared secret. Wasn’t that the whole Ewan’s “Atonement,” which has al- made to live?
point?” The reader almost doesn’t need ways made a reader like me feel fool-
to be reminded that this isn’t a play ish for believing in the wish fulfillment From politickernj.com.
but a dumb show—the characters’ in the main body of the book, Choi’s
Rabbi denounces son accused of being fed
thoughts are what the novel can al- break occurs in the middle of her nar- informant.
ways offer, whereas a play can only rative, and so the feint isn’t rug-pull-
represent what they say. ing but, as in Lisa Halliday’s recent Presumably for failing to keep kosher.
avid Baker is a poet of American as Henry David Thoreau, who marked In “Too Many,” a poem published
D anti-pastoral. His mind operates
against the vividly rendered landscape
the loss of Sudbury River shad after a
dam was built upstream, and Robert
in 2009, the deer have become, in the
eyes of Baker’s neighbors, “a menace;
of small-town Ohio, where he has lived Frost, who heard in the song of “The plague”—though he sees that the real
for more than thirty years. Baker’s poems Oven Bird” the ominous news that “the plague is human sprawl. Nearly run-
depend on long acquaintance with a highway dust is over all.” ning the creature over with his mower,
small place, where year-over-year com- Baker is a professor of English at Baker discovers in the tall grasses a
parison makes even the arrival of a feed- Denison University and the longtime
ing monarch or a nagging blue jay a poetry editor of The Kenyon Review. just-
standout event. His work evinces the “Swift: New and Selected Poems” (Nor- come-to-the-
moral courage of keeping still in the ton) samples eight of his collections world fawn, speckled,
landscape: in our era of climate change, and adds a ravishing suite of new ele- wet as a trout
poetry’s mandate to measure the rhythms gies for his parents. The volume affords
of the year has become a valuable form a longitudinal view of a sensibility that His metaphors buckle to contain this
of witness. Baker’s reports from the in- is itself devoted to observing change extraordinary, delicate sight: the fawn
terior leave in all the encroachments over time. endangered by the plow, a common pas-
that threaten it. He is heir to such writers Baker’s early work names preoccu- toral motif, is also “like a tan seashell”
and a mewing “kitten.” The only con-
A poet of systems, Baker is attuned to cycles and processes, not to outcomes and effects. clusion to be drawn is that “there are so
90 THE NEW YORKER, APRIL 8, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY JEFF ÖSTBERG
many, too // many of us”; and yet “the Migrant, they’re more than two dozen today,
world keeps making—this makes no
sense— /more.”
more long-lived than the species who keep
to the localized gardens—they’re barely Thank you
a gram apiece, landing, holding still for
In his later work, from “Midwest Ec-
logue” (2005) forward, Baker has trou-
the common milkweed that feeds their
larvae,
for being
bled the idea that poems might tame or balanced on bridges of plume grass stalks,
the world by metaphor. But he is not and bottlebrush, wings fanning, closing,
calmed
a reader and
dismissive of the human need to try, and
he has built a style out of his own and
others’ setbacks. In “Hyper,” a beautiful
by the long searchlight stems of hollyhock.
supporting
poem about his daughter’s diagnosis of
A.D.H.D., Baker describes how seeing
The present participles (“landing,”“hold-
ing,” “fanning,” “closing”) keep the sen- independent
four deer in a neighbor’s bean field be- tence, and the butterfly, open to change,
comes, for father and daughter alike, before a single past participle, “calmed,” journalism.
an “absolute attention, a fixity.” Both of gives both a place to rest. Never a parti-
them must decide what representing the san of any single poetic school or creed,
deer requires. The girl, momentarily self- Baker is free to toggle between tactics
forgetful, is absorbed in her process, of attention. His forms vary depending
“hunkered over her drawing pad, /hum- upon what his senses perceive: jagged
ming, for an hour.” She edits the four and tense around a mountain lion, long
deer down to a classical three and draws and languid next to a butterfly.
the beans in idealized rows. Her father, To read Baker’s poems collected in
the poet, keeps qualifying and refining this way is to appreciate the full range
his descriptions. “Then a stillness de- of their formal resources, their attune-
scended the blue hills,” he writes. After ment to cycles and processes rather than
a beat, as though doubting the word: “I to mere outcomes and effects—their pa-
say stillness.” By the end of the poem, tience over the long haul. He sees little
he has settled on a version of a sentence economies everywhere he looks. In “The
that the reader has seen him struggle to Spring Ephemerals,” a trillium belongs
get right: “We watched four deer in still- to a complex ecosystem of “rue anem-
ness walking there.” It’s in perfect iam- one, masses//of colt’s foot, wild ginger,
bic pentameter. blood root and may- /apples, bracken
and fiddlehead fern.” The entire cata-
aker’s poems swerve with tangents logue, which sounds like something from
B and reversals, and often move for-
ward by branching out. Sometimes you
Milton’s “Lycidas,” is in fact a list of frag-
ile plants “imperiled by road graders,”
feel the tension between the torrent of their tenuous network disrupted.
language and the rigid banks of his cho- Baker is a poet of systems, and of the
sen stanza forms. In “The Rumor,” from interrelatedness of apparently discrete
2009, a poem about a “big cat,” proba- phenomena. A poem about an empty Read even more
bly a mountain lion, in the nearby coun- field is also, of necessity, a poem about
tryside, he describes the remnants of a developers, zoning boards, and town
original pieces from
deer’s corpse at the base of a beech tree: meetings. The poems are often them- your favorite writers
selves complex systems, their vocabular-
Consider thus
ies interlocking like machine parts. Now,
on newyorker.com.
the tufts and tail piece,
hooves cleft from the legs, the legs assembled as a whole, the machines
what’s left of them where can be perceived as an even larger op- All current subscribers get access
eration—a mind susceptible to change, to the Web site and the online
they dropped con- alert to the conditions that effect it. A archives. Create an account at
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the beech. long, astonishing sequence in “Scaven-
ger Loop,” from 2015, begins with a trash
The abrupt line breaks suggest a formal picker and passes through Facebook
face-off between composure and vio- shares and likes, cell mutations, G.M.O.s,
lence that in some ways mimics the an- and compost. Each of these threads tracks,
imal’s struggle. But Baker can also mod- with intelligence that feels both adver-
erate tension to allow sentences and the sarial to lyric poetry and vital to it, the
effects they describe to unfold at their metastatic path of matter. The poem is
own pace, as in this lambent descrip- an elegy for Baker’s mother, but there’s
tion of monarch butterflies: something in it for everyone to grieve.
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complex reasons, Moondog is banished
THE CURRENT CINEMA from his own home, and, in one scene,
he breaks back in, bringing with him a
SECOND ACTS
crew of homeless men. They leap into
his swimming pool and splash about,
and it’s heartening to find Debie’s cam
“The Beach Bum” and “Dumbo.” era, which leered so sweatily over teen
age flesh in “Spring Breakers,” rejoicing
BY ANTHONY LANE in these used and busted bodies—even
shifting into slow motion, and thus
hat a pleasure it is to meet cer extremely rare sort—not a major or even granting the men the kind of leisure
W tain characters in the movies, and
what a relief not to know them in real
a minor poet, to judge by what we hear
of his work, which he recites at every
that the harrying years have denied them.
There is plenty of plot here. It just
life. One cup of coffee with Michael opportunity, but a rich poet. The wealth doesn’t feel that way. Moondog is be
Corleone might be your last. An eve flows from his wife, Minnie (Isla Fisher), reaved, arrested, packed off to rehab,
ning with Ace Ventura would seem like with whom he shares, on and off, a villa and so forth; yet everything washes
an eternity. Ditto Donald Duck. And beside the ocean. They have a daugh over him, as if existence were one big
pretty much anyone played by Joe Pesci ter, Heather (Stefania LaVie Owen), beach. If he isn’t worried, why should
would be worth steering clear of, espe who gets married at a tender age. Her we be? What right do we have, Korine
is asking, to agonize on a character’s
behalf ? During a burial, Moondog
smokes a graveside joint, and, in court,
he is cheerful and charming with the
judge. Such blitheness could easily seem
heartless, or witless, but so winning is
McConaughey that we come to accept
this mirthful hippiedom, which allows
him to greet all slings and arrows with
an uncomplaining shrug, as a sensible
course of action.
The clincher, and the proof of Moon
dog’s radicalism, is that he can take or
leave the prospect of success. “I’m off
to write the next great American novel,”
he declares, with no more fuss than
somebody visiting the bathroom.
Against all odds, the book gets writ
ten, on an old manual typewriter, and
Matthew McConaughey stars as a wastrel writer in Harmony Korine’s film. the author is duly fêted, reciting one of
his poems (a fond encomium to his
cially in restaurants. What, then, to make father, as expected, rolls up to the cere own penis) at a distinguished literary
of Moondog, the rapscallion played by mony late and drunk, inquiring politely event, and winding up with money to
Matthew McConaughey, in “The Beach of the groom, “What’s your name, again?” burn. And burn it he does. Nothing, in
Bum”? You’ve got to love Moondog— In case you hadn’t guessed, the movie this or any other Korine film, is more
or, rather, you haven’t got to, but some is directed by Harmony Korine, and, in thoroughly irresponsible, or more beau
how he sucks the love toward him. Not its behavioral excess, it follows on from tiful, than the sight of cash curling
for one second, mind you, does he cease “Spring Breakers,” his debauch of 2012, downward through the night air, on
to be a pain in the neck. which feels as if it came out last week. fire, like gentle and wasteful snow.
Moondog is a writer living in Key Both films were photographed by Be “The Beach Bum” should not be mis
West, but any thoughts of another Hem noît Debie, who specializes in the snap taken for a oneman show. Fisher and
ingway should be laid aside. First, Hem of hot colors at the height of the day, Owen have fun as Moondog’s nearest
ingway never owned a boat called Well and in the softer luminescence, at once and dearest, not least because the fun is
Hung, though I bet he wished he had. tacky and touching, of the Florida dusk. tinged with a wistful tolerance. (“He may
Second, he never wore his hair in long It’s as though someone had spilled peach be a jerk, but he’s a great man,” Heather
blond straggles, like a stoner Messiah; juice all over the sky. The difference is says, half proudly, of her father.) Jonah
that, however, is the style favored by that the earlier movie was steeped in Hill is his seamy agent, and Snoop Dogg
Moondog, as an accompaniment to his youth culture, whereas the new one is a rapper named Lingerie. There’s a
cacophonous shirts and his silver Ugg warms to those who have already lived, cameo by Zac Efron, playing a punkish
boots. Third, Moondog is a poet, of an and misspent, the bulk of their lives. For bad boy at the rehab facility and trying
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hard to match the antics of James Franco contentment. Moondog, perverse to the turnal scene, stark and rainswept, in
in “Spring Breakers”—so hard, I’d say, end, basks in benign paranoia. “I’m quite which the elephants help to raise the
that the effort only highlights the finer certain that the world is conspiring to big top—has endured surprisingly well.
arts of McConaughey, who knows how make me happy,” he says. Now, that’s a Then, there was one of Disney’s weird-
to underplay the act of going over the conspiracy theory. est reveries: the dance of the pink ele-
top. When Moondog passes a guy with phants, as imagined by a champagne-
a sousaphone, parping away on the dock, very old Disney movie, these days, fuelled Dumbo. Burton’s decision to
he simply pushes the poor schmuck into
the water, horn and all. As you do. And,
E is up for transfiguration. Nothing
is safe. In recent years, we have had
replace the dancers with big, boring soap
bubbles strikes me as a failure of nerve.
when he alters his dress sense, donning live-action remakes of “Cinderella,” The best parts of the new film, by
a red sequinned bikini top and a sarong, “The Jungle Book,” and “Beauty and a long stretch, are the flying sequences,
he does so not just without fanfare but the Beast.” Meanwhile, “Aladdin,” “The in which Dumbo wheels around inside
almost without noticing. “What’s up with Lion King,” and “Mulan” are ready to the tent. Sometimes he even has a
the women’s clothes?” someone asks. pounce. Whether you view such proj- jockey, in the daring shape of Colette
“What women’s clothes?” he replies. ects as a flourish of digital legerdemain, (Eva Green), the in-house trapeze art-
“The Beach Bum” is milder than or as a dead weight and an insult to ist. Elsewhere, however, we are dragged
“Spring Breakers,” and far less scabrous Uncle Walt, is of no consequence. What through patches of glum and listless
than some of Korine’s early offerings, matters is that they rub the lamp and drama, with Colin Farrell as a one-
such as “Gummo” (1997). But, as the rack up the gold. armed veteran of the First World War
new film demonstrates, he still enjoys The latest classic to get the treat- and Michael Keaton as the oily mae-
bumping into Surrealist flotsam (note ment is “Dumbo,” directed by Tim Bur- stro of an amusement park, who wants
the parrot who does coke) and lazing ton. The story is set in 1919, and stars Dumbo for himself. I was psyched for
in doldrums of narrative where next to a nonspeaking computer-generated the reteaming of Keaton and Burton,
nothing happens. McConaughey is ideal mini-elephant with ears the size of spin- who together cooked up “Beetlejuice”
for these purposes, especially when nakers. Almost as noticeable are his eyes, (1988) and two of the better Batman
adrift; watch him turning circles in a which are so alarmingly blue that he films, but the chemistry, sad to say, pro-
small speedboat, or lounging so snugly appears to be ninety-five per cent pachy- duces no magical brew.
in its stern, beside the outboard motor, derm and five per cent Paul Newman. Something else nags at this movie,
that his prow is practically vertical. In When this prodigy, born in a circus, and it won’t be brushed off. We no lon-
a triumph of labor-saving innovation, first emerges from a small stack of hay, ger conceive of old-fashioned circuses,
Moondog goes down on his wife as the ringmaster, Max Medici (Danny and the schooling of animals to be props
she’s having a pedicure, and has sex DeVito), takes one look and exclaims, and comic attractions, as harmless fun.
with somebody else in a restaurant understandably, “Wozzat?” Burton is aware of the problem, and he
kitchen while the cook, a few feet away, The original “Dumbo” came out at seeks to solve it with a twist, but you
keeps flipping burgers. a tricky moment for Disney, in 1941, have to ask, in the end, whether he
In short, the pursuit of pleasure is not with the studio reeling from strike ac- picked the right Disney feature to re-
confined to our hero alone but extended tion by the Screen Cartoonists Guild. boot. Does his lifelong fixation on
to all comers, with a horny democratic (“Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off from work misfits and oddballs not cry out for “Pi-
good will, and it’s typical of Korine to we go,” the animators sang, as they shoul- nocchio”? Can you not hear Burton
suggest that, in an era as acrimonious as dered their pencils and stumped away. giggle at the liar’s tumescent schnoz?
ours, the true provocation is to harbor Or so I have always believed.) The film
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