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poetry collection, “Nebraska,” will be November.
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helpful in combatting the anti-vac- Abby Adams Westlake
cine movement. Like Dr. Zucker, I Ancram, N.Y.
am surprised by how many highly ed-
ucated people are anti-vaxxers. As a CHANGING TUNES
medical-school student and later as a
primary-care physician, I encountered Alex Ross, in his review of Erich Wolf-
medical professionals who expressed gang Korngold’s musical œuvre, takes
hesitancy about vaccine use. I have exception to the pejorative cliché “That
since wondered how many more are sounds like film music,” arguing that
among our ranks. It scares me that the century-long history of soundtrack
those who provide primary-care med- music has been too varied in style and
icine might be, at best, tacitly sup- instrumentation to deserve such lazy
porting patients who are not vacci- categorization (Musical Events, Au-
nating their children, or, at worst, gust 19th). It occurs to me, though, that
spreading falsehoods about vaccines eventually the term “film music” may
to their patients. no longer evoke in the average listen-
By framing “vaccine hesitancy” as er’s mind the lush symphonic output
a disease, we can address the paradox of legendary practitioners such as
of physicians and other health-care Korngold, Bernard Herrmann, Mal-
providers who do not vaccinate or colm Arnold, Ennio Morricone, Max
promote vaccination. Doctors are sus- Steiner, Franz Waxman, and John Wil-
ceptible to other diseases, such as al- liams. People might instead equate
coholism and addiction, so why not “film music” with the currently pop-
“vaccine hesitancy”? The challenge is ular mixture of strident synthesizers
getting those who are affected into and pounding percussion. As the ac-
treatment. tion, camerawork, and editing in many
Indira Konanur, D.O. Hollywood films have become more
Watertown, Mass. assaultive on the senses, the soundtracks
have followed suit. Compared with
I was born in 1939, and, like many the aural head-banging inflicted upon
children who grew up during the mid- audiences by wide-release movies, Herr-
twentieth century, I had all the con- mann’s shower-scene string shrieks in
tagious illnesses we associate with that “Psycho” sound as lyrical as Beetho-
era, including measles, German mea- ven’s “Pastoral” Symphony.
sles, chicken pox, whooping cough, David English
and mumps. I was eight or nine when Acton, Mass.
I caught the measles; at one point, my
temperature was a hundred and six. I •
remember lying in bed, feeling awful, Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
and knowing that my mother thought address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
I was going to die. She had good rea- themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
son to be afraid of severe childhood any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
illnesses: in 1912, her twelve-year-old of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
No character embodies the split genre of George Gershwin’s jazz-tinged opera “Porgy and Bess” better than
Sportin’ Life. The other denizens of Catfish Row sing their hearts out with larger-than-life lyricism, but the
silver-tongued dope peddler—a role shaped by such song-and-dance men as Cab Calloway—slithers about the
triplets and tritones of “It Ain’t Necessarily So” like a snake in the grass. The American tenor Frederick Ballentine
(above) slips into Sportin’ Life’s duds for the Metropolitan Opera’s season-opening production, on Sept. 23.
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backdrop used in the groundbreaking film there on Wednesdays at 6:30 and on Saturdays
“Destination Moon,” from 1950. Of course, at 2.—A.K.S. (Through Oct. 19.)
nothing captures the imagination quite like Judith Hopf
the radio-transmitted panoramas from NASA’s
lunar orbits, or the Apollo astronauts’ epipha- Metro Pictures
nic window views.—Johanna Fateman (Through CHELSEA In this Berlin artist’s début with the THE THEATRE
Sept. 22.) gallery, smooth boulder-size pears, carved by
a machine from stacks of bricks, rest on the
concrete floor, looking more like austere mete- American Moor
Elliott Jerome Brown, Jr. orites than like fallen fruit. They seem to belong
outdoors. The title of a matching wall sculpture, Cherry Lane
Beauchene “A Hole and the Filling of the Hole,” references Who is Othello to a black actor? The famous
DOWNTOWN This young artist’s titles are poetic a circle that’s been excised from it; the cutout Moor, a character who is now almost exclusively
companions to his lyrical photographs. “Sylla- piece lies close by, suggesting a surreal narrative: played by a black man (the Laurence Olivier
bles of joy and devastation” portrays a young
person lounging in bed, regarding the camera
with almost closed eyes. Neither posed nor can-
did, the shot captures an attitude of trusting IN THE MUSEUMS
indifference—an air of true intimacy. Many
of Brown’s subjects are shown from behind, a The Jazz Age never ends at the Whit-
perspective that might come off as voyeuristic,
but instead seems deferential to their privacy. ney Museum. Duke Ellington recorded
In “Oftentimes, justice for black people takes his last live album there, in 1972; more
the form of forgiveness, allowing them space to recently, in 2016, the quicksilver pianist
reclaim their bodies from wrongs made against
them,” a woman sits in church as comforting Cecil Taylor (who died in 2018) was the
hands reach out to rest on both sides of her subject of a ten-day jubilee. Jason Moran
back. The point of view implies that Brown is (pictured) is best known as a composer
attending the service, too.—J.F. (Through Oct. 6.)
and a pianist, but his interdisciplinary
experimentations extend to the visual
Teresa Burga realm. On Sept. 20, the Whitney opens
Gray an exhibition of his solo works alongside
CHELSEA In the delightful centerpiece of this many of his collaborations with other art-
exhibition, the octogenarian Peruvian Concep- ists, from Joan Jonas to Lorna Simpson.
tualist presents two new sculptures based on
ILLUSTRATION BY PETRA ERIKSSON
her “Máquinas Inútiles” (Useless Machines) (The show originated at the Walker Art
drawings, from 1974. The details of her careful Center, in Minneapolis.) A trio of Mo-
schematics—a shapely vase that could never hold ran’s sculptural installations revisit leg-
water, an ornate table lamp without a light-bulb
socket—might escape notice on a smaller scale, endary jazz haunts—the Savoy Ballroom,
but as Brobdingnagian welded-steel objects the Three Deuces, and Slugs’ Saloon—
they are elegantly comic. A third piece, a mural and double as stages for a concert series
depicting a checkered origami-like abstraction,
dated 1989/2019, is based on one of Burga’s “In- he’s arranged: “Jazz on a High Floor in
somnia Drawings.” The artist executed such the Afternoon.”—Andrea K. Scott
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 5
days behind us), may become a means to some duction bare, leaving the play to speak in a to the flighty politics and the deadly folly of
representation of blackness. In Red Bull The- near-vacuum, a head without a body. Emma the current American moment. Eureka Day is
atre’s “American Moor,” the playwright, Keith (Zawe Ashton) and Jerry (Charlie Cox) have a hyper-progressive private elementary school
Hamilton Cobb, stars as an actor faced with the carried on an affair for seven years; Robert in Berkeley, California, stewarded by an un-
role and challenged by the microaggressions of (Tom Hiddleston), Emma’s husband and bearably well-intentioned board of directors.
a white director. Most of the play is a mono- Jerry’s good friend, hasn’t been as much in It’s headed by a hippieish guy named Don
logue for the actor, with light cues indicating the dark as Jerry thinks. The implication of (Thomas Jay Ryan), who reads quotes from
shifts between his exterior presentation and the show’s placelessness is that its tangle of Rumi during meetings. Eli (Brian Wiles), a
his interior thoughts. Cobb’s classical training iffy loves and fading affections is an ever- rich ex-techster, is worried about “othering” or
shines through when he slips into Shakespeare unfolding human pattern, occurring not only “negating” potential applicants with the Web
(one Othello passage is mesmerizing), but it in England in the nineteen-seventies, where site’s drop-down menu of possible ethnicities.
occasionally renders his other modes stiff. The Pinter placed it, but everywhere and all the Somebody catches the mumps, and a large
show is a thought-provoking mix of racial and time. Unanchored from the world that helped number of the parents reveal their opposition
social commentary and literary criticism; as birth it, the play becomes a parable. Ashton to vaccinations. When the board convenes a
directed by Kim Weild, it swells with different is particularly deft at using Pinter’s pauses as live stream in order to discuss the crisis with
registers of diction, accents, and tones, but ramps into and out of sonorous line deliveries, the school’s parents, the board bickers while,
Cobb’s streams of invective and rancor become and the playwright’s words and tones—his online, the comments section turns into a free-
tiresome, and his occasional put-on of a “black native, brutal idiom—shine through.—Vinson for-all. “Eureka Day” shows how, despite all
voice” feels, ironically, like a performance of Cunningham (Reviewed in our issue of 9/16/19.) our cushioned language and practiced maxims,
blackness.—Maya Phillips (Through Oct. 5.) (Through Dec. 8.) “right-thinking” people have lately inched dan-
gerously close to the limits of liberalism.—V.C.
(9/16/19) (Through Sept. 21.)
Betrayal Eureka Day
Jacobs Walkerspace L.O.V.E.R.
In this enjoyable, astringent revival of Harold This new play, written by Jonathan Spector,
Pinter’s love-triangle-told-backward, from directed by Adrienne Campbell-Holt, and Pershing Square Signature Center
1978, the director, Jamie Lloyd, strips the pro- produced by Colt Coeur, is brilliantly yoked When this one-woman show opens with Lois
Robbins, its playwright and star, sprawled
across a vibrating washing machine, in the
throes of orgasmic bliss, one expects an ex-
ON BROADWAY hibition of unabashed raunchiness. But the
machine—or, rather, the protagonist’s sexual
rapaciousness—serves as a kind of Chekhov’s
gun that doesn’t quite, well, go off. Granted,
there is talk of sex, though tame and minimal,
and a list of relationships, with several pro-
posals and affairs, but, in a world of Jacqueline
Novaks and Phoebe Waller-Bridges—and even
Carrie Bradshaws—“L.O.V.E.R.,” directed by
Karen Carpenter and presented by Kaleido-
scope Creative Partners, doesn’t distinguish
itself in its narrative or its telling. Brusque
transitions, with loud interjections of contem-
porary music and shifting neon lights, only
highlight Robbins’s failure to conjure such
energy, and the show takes an unfortunate turn
into the self-help aisle for its resolution.—M.P.
(Through Nov. 2.)
Only Yesterday
59E59
In September of 1964, the Beatles took a
weather-induced break from a gruelling tour
of America. The first-time playwright Bob
Stevens uses this moment of relative quiet
to imagine the long day and night that John
Lennon (Christopher Sears) and Paul Mc-
Consider the straight, white, middle-aged American male. He’s had some Cartney (Tommy Crawford) spent holed up
bad press lately. After centuries of dominating the world stage—not to in a cheap motel room in Key West. The two
mention the theatre’s—some would like to see him cede the spotlight. young men play out scenes of exhaustion,
boredom, cheekiness, anger, drunkenness,
And yet he persists, making dad jokes along the way. The writer and and discovery, with, of course, music (and a
actor Tracy Letts, best known for his acid family portrait “August: killer Elvis impersonation), as both actors
Osage County,” observes a specimen from this embattled demographic strum and sing appealingly. Apart from the
Liverpudlian accents, Sears and Crawford
ILLUSTRATION BY LORENZO GRITTI
(of which the playwright is part) in “Linda Vista,” beginning previews don’t imitate Lennon and McCartney, but
Sept. 19, at the Hayes. Ian Barford plays Wheeler, a mordant fifty- they do capture their alternately clashing and
year-old divorcé whose loathing extends to movies made after 1984 complementary personas. Some of the jokes
have a sitcom-y, prefab (sorry) construction,
and restaurants that serve foam, as he moves from his ex-wife’s garage but, in this production from Vermont’s North-
to a San Diego housing community, where a new life and possibly new ern Stage, directed by Carol Dunne, there’s
love await. Dexter Bullard directs the Second Stage production, which plentiful insight into what drew these two
brilliant lads together, and what pulled them
originated at Letts’s stomping ground, the Steppenwolf Theatre Com- apart.—Ken Marks (Through Sept. 29.)
pany, in Chicago.—Michael Schulman
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See You POP-PUNK AND HIP-HOP
New Ohio
If Sartre were to write a play in our age of social
media, he might end up somewhere in the realm
of the Bridge Production Group’s fascinating
“See You.” The show, directed by Max Hunter,
with text by Guillaume Corbeil (translated from
the French by Steven McCarthy), is less a play
than an experiment in the empty, disingenuous
parlance of Internet-speak. A group of unnamed
acquaintances spit out caption-size descriptions
of their exploits, as documented online—parties
with celebrities, jaunts around the world—but
the stylized bramble of Insta-approved language
is manic, overwhelming, and purposely inconse-
quential. The conceit of the play, that our online
façades mask despair, insecurity, and, worse,
nothingness, is clear from the start, and the play’s
breathless delivery of its cynical raison d’être is
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as unrelenting as a Twitter feed, losing track
of anything human.—M.P. (Through Sept. 21.)
NIGHT LIFE
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in In what has to be some sort of nostalgia-induced fever dream, the
advance to confirm engagements. pop-punk trio Blink-182 teams up with the rapper Lil Wayne for a fas-
cinating night of hits. It seems an unlikely pairing: a merry band of
Kimya Dawson troublemakers, best known for their prepubescent sense of humor and
their postpubescent angst, meet a mercurial rhymer, best known for his
The Market Hotel slippery wordplay and staggering prolificacy. But their shared tongue is
Many people remember the plainspoken ten-
derness of Kimya Dawson from her work on the punk—not just in gesture (fashion, skateboarding) or genre (that one
soundtrack for the film “Juno,” from 2007, and time Wayne released a rock album) but in their commitment to warped
as part of the beloved anti-folk duo the Moldy subversion by making genuine music couched in degeneracy. Both Blink-
Peaches. The singer and guitarist has continued
stacking up a quiet but impressive collection of 182 and Lil Wayne have survived being written off simply by doubling
acoustic-driven solo projects that capture her down on the shamelessness that made them objects of reverence and
unfiltered, stream-of-consciousness approach to side-eyes. At the Barclays Center, on Sept. 20, they bask in cultural
writing. Her voice remains so warm and wistful
that it can both comfort and pulverize your immortality.—Briana Younger
heart at the same time.—Julyssa Lopez (Sept. 18.)
musical export of the nomadic Tuareg peo- Cross, who croons ethereal laments as Cross
You don’t come to Houston Person in search ple of North Africa, has been hypnotizing Record, recently turned to the mother of
of innovation; you merely bask in a surplus of Western audiences with its trippy Saharan all day jobs: a death doula, who aids people
old-school warmth and melodic charm and in a guitars. Though the band’s story is one of nearing the end. She also performs “living
generosity of tone that emanates from precious high drama—warfare, exile, Qaddafi—its funeral” ceremonies for daring participants
few saxophonists of any age. For this outing, the music maintains a sense of cool that could who crave a glimpse of what lies beyond. Her
eighty-four-year-old tenor master likely dips shame any balladeer who has ever wept over a music reflects her occupation, with vocally
into the blues-drenched ballads that make up busted romance. The group recorded its new driven songs so soothing they turn unsettling.
his characteristic new album, “I’m Just a Lucky LP, “Amadjar,” while convoying through the You can hear Cross Record at Trans-Pecos—or
So and So.”—Steve Futterman (Sept. 19-22.) desert in the wake of a sandstorm, lending the watch the singer conduct a living funeral,
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Opera Philadelphia
OUT OF TOWN Opera Philadelphia’s boldly curated
September festival, held at various venues in the
city, is designed to make a splash while other
companies are still rubbing the summer from
their eyes. To open the festival, Philip Venables
and Ted Huffman—whose production of “Psy-
chosis 4.48” left a searing mark at this year’s Pro-
totype Festival—team up for “Denis & Katya,” a
new opera based on the true story of two teen-
age runaways who, in 2016, live-streamed their
tragic standoff with police. Joseph Keckler’s “Let
Me Die,” which obsesses over operatic death
scenes, is the other world première. Prokof-
iev’s deeply wacky modernist fairy tale, “The
Love for Three Oranges,” featuring Barry Banks
and Wendy Bryn Harmer in a production by
Alessandro Talevi, and Handel’s sumptuous
“Semele,” starring Amanda Forsythe in a stag-
ing by James Darrah, are as close as the festival
gets to the operatic canon.—O.Z. (Sept. 18-29.)
It seems paradoxical, to say the least, that an initiative intent on revivi-
fying the chamber-music concert experience should be called Death of
Classical—a play, of course, on the presenter’s two chosen venues. “The Anastasia Clarke
Crypt Sessions,” hosted in a subterranean space under Harlem’s Church The Old Stone House
of the Intercession, comes back to life, on Sept. 18, with the cellist Joshua Opening the seventh year of the composer
Roman and the pianist Conor Hanick, who connect for sublime Arvo Dan Joseph’s thoughtfully curated sympo-
sium and concert series Musical Ecologies,
Pärt works and a contemplative sonata by Alfred Schnittke. In the cata- the performer and audio technologist An-
combs of Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery, the “Angel’s Share” series astasia Clarke presents the newest iteration of
follows suit, Sept. 24-27, alternating the intrepid pianists Jenny Lin and “Crushed Matrices,” an ongoing site-specific
project that mixes crystal singing bowls—both
Adam Tendler at one piano, under a constellation of mirrors, to divide intact and shattered—with electronic accompa-
the labors of “Harmonies Poétiques et Religieuses,” a seldom encountered niment. Despite the requisite destruction, the
ten-movement cycle of metaphysical solo pieces by Liszt. All the events resulting music sings, throbs, and sparkles to
transfixing effect.—Steve Smith (Sept. 19 at 8.)
are prefaced with a complimentary wine or whiskey tasting.—Steve Smith
Félicia Atkinson
hours earlier, at the Clemente Soto Vélez Cul- “Welcome to the Party” have been blaring from Le Poisson Rouge
tural and Educational Center.—J.R. (Sept. 24.) car speakers for months, but he is only now step- The French composer and performer Félicia
ping into the spotlight—his début EP, “Meet the Atkinson refers to her powerful recent album,
Woo,” from July, officially introduced his infec- “The Flower and the Vessel,” as “not about being
Ambar Lucid tious brand of street rap to a steadily growing fan pregnant but a record made with pregnancy.”
base and yielded another surefire record in the Alongside keyboard reveries influenced by her
Mercury Lounge alluring “Dior.” His music encapsulates gran- early exposure to Debussy, Ravel, and Satie, At-
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A teen-ager writing a song called “A letter to deur and menace, which is to say, it sounds ex- kinson uses electronics to evoke melancholy and
my younger self” could, upon first inspection, actly like New York.—Briana Younger (Sept. 24.) isolation in tandem with close-miked ASMR
seem indulgent and even a little callow, but the vocal methods that fashion an intimacy that
eighteen-year-old Ambar Lucid approaches her verges on invasive. The Brooklyn-based flutist
music with mature and levelheaded sincerity. and synthesizer player John Also Bennett, who
The track is a pained return to her childhood, CLASSICAL MUSIC earlier this year issued an otherworldly solo
during which her father was deported to Mex- album, “Erg Herbe,” opens.—S.S. (Sept. 22 at 8.)
ico, and she alternates between English and
Spanish, consoling herself with quiet memories New York Philharmonic
ILLUSTRATION BY SOPHY HOLLINGTON
and gentle encouragement. The melody is un- Five Boroughs Music Festival
varnished and understated, an embodiment of David Geffen Hall
the sensitive dream pop that propels her début The New York Philharmonic and its music Judson Memorial Church
EP, “Dreaming Lucid.”—J.L. (Sept. 24.) director, Jaap van Zweden, open the season Founders, an idiosyncratic quintet featuring
with a world première and a bout of nostal- versatile chamber-music players who double
gia. Shakespeare bookends the program, with as singers and songwriters, offers a program
Pop Smoke Philip Glass’s newly commissioned “King Lear inspired by Messiaen’s “Quartet for the End of
Overture” and movements from Prokofiev’s Time.” In a faithful yet fresh rearrangement, the
Sony Hall striking “Romeo and Juliet” orchestral suites. group interpolates elements of Gregorian chant,
In December, Pop Smoke released his first track; In between, the Tony Award-winning soprano folk music, and indie rock and underscores the
this year, he had a song of the summer. The Kelli O’Hara explores classical repertoire that iconic work’s fundamental influences, such as
gravelly snarls of the Brooklyn rapper’s single complements her lyric voice with Barber’s birdsong and apocalyptic scripture. In “Songs
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The Cuban-American soprano Lisette Oropesa, the physical-stunt choreographer Elizabeth first “Fase” and then “Rosas” over a two-week
ready to make an impression as Massenet’s demi- Streb and the theatre director Anne Bogart find period.—M.H. (Sept. 24. Through Oct. 5.)
mondaine, returns to the Met following a string common ground in “Falling & Loving.” The
of successes in Europe. The cast also includes production, premièring at Peak Performances,
Michael Fabiano and Artur Ruciński; Maurizio in Montclair, New Jersey, combines six actors
Benini conducts.—O.Z. (Sept. 24 at 7:30.) from SITI Company and six dancer-athletes MOVIES
from the STREB Extreme Action Company.
As always with Streb, there are contraptions:
Robert Een bowling balls swinging dangerously on strings, a América
Guck Machine that drops water, sand, confetti, This brisk, poignant documentary is centered
Roulette and more. But, this time, there are also words on an elderly Mexican woman named América,
A composer, cellist, and singer of striking orig- to give the mess some meaning—love sonnets who has dementia. She lives in the town of
inality, Robert Een celebrates the start of his and other phrases, by Charles Mee, that hymn Colima; there, her son, Luis, is in jail on charges
fortieth season as a performing artist. He’s the cyclical nature of love.—B.S. (Sept. 24-29.) of neglecting her, but when her grandson Diego,
joined by the award-winning writer and illus-
trator Brian Selznick as he reprises selections
from “Live Oak, with Moss,” Selznick’s theatre TAP DANCE
piece based on a private cycle of poems by Walt
Whitman about same-sex desire and longing,
which the poet subsequently reordered and in-
corporated into “Leaves of Grass.” The program
also includes recent and new music by Een and
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features the guest vocalists Katie Geissinger and
Nick Hallett.—S.S. (Sept. 24 at 8.)
DANCE
Pull My Daisy
This short film, from 1959, is a neat Beat pick-
me-up set in the slaphappy bohemian pad
of a railroad conductor whose pals include
Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, and Gregory
Corso—all of whom carry on, naturally enough,
like poets in their youth. Jack Kerouac based
the script on the third act of his play “The
The ongoing tribute to Isabelle Adjani at French Institute Alliance Française Beat Generation,” which, in turn, was based
on the real-life visit of a progressive clergyman
continues, on Sept. 24, with “The Story of Adèle H.,” from 1975, in which to his pal Neal Cassady’s house. But there’s
Adjani starred, at the age of nineteen, and for which she received an Oscar no story to speak of, and, in fact, there’s no
nomination for Best Actress. This historical drama, directed by François dialogue: the hilarity emerges from the way
Kerouac’s non-stop voice-over narration gives
Truffaut, is based on the diaries of Adèle Hugo, the French writer Victor breezy comic ripples to seemingly spontaneous
Hugo’s daughter, and unites Truffaut’s three central themes—doomed love, shenanigans. Under the co-direction of Alfred
family conflict, and writing. The action, set in 1863, is centered on Adèle’s Leslie and the photographer Robert Frank,
who wields his camera with tipsy intimacy,
hopeless obsession with a British officer named Pinson (Bruce Robinson); the mostly amateur cast conjures an infec-
she follows him to his new post in Halifax and takes increasingly delusional tious, arrested-adolescent joie de vivre. The
measures to persuade—or, if necessary, force—him to marry her. She lies artist Larry Rivers plays the conductor, and
Delphine Seyrig is his long-suffering wife;
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to her disapproving father about her intentions; she also pours out her the painter Alice Neel plays the clergyman’s
emotional turmoil in her diary and writes bitterly of women’s dependence mother.—Michael Sragow (Streaming.)
on their fathers and husbands. Adjani’s fiercely focussed performance, aug-
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mented by Truffaut’s Hitchcockian stylings, captures the desperate ardor For more reviews, visit
with which Adèle dashes toward humiliation and ruin.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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building that housed it was slated for way, like getting Swedish meatballs at
major construction and the rent tripled; IKEA, if considerably more expensive. A
it was eventually replaced by a Resto- cocktail called the Rouge Fumée—te-
TABLES FOR TWO ration Hardware, one of the many luxury quila, mezcal, watermelon juice, and chili
chains that have lent the area the feel of honey—sounded tempting but tasted
Pastis an open-air mall. This past June, McNally like water that had been used to clean
52 Gansevoort St. reopened it, in partnership with the flashy vegetables, garnished with a wan slice
restaurateur Stephen Starr, in a new lo- of cumin-pickled watermelon rind. A
The other night, at the recently rebooted cation a few blocks away. brisk dirty Martini, on the other hand,
Pastis, a server who had just shouted This dining room is very similar to the was just right paired with satisfyingly
“Sock it to me!” while taking my table’s old one: café chairs, marble tables, and simple versions of shrimp cocktail and
dinner order leaned in conspiratorially. ruddy leather banquettes; white subway steak tartare, and helped wash away
Lowering his voice to a near-whisper, he tiles and tin ceilings; distressed mir- the memory of a summer plat du jour
PHOTOGRAPH BY VANESSA GRANDA FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
said, haltingly, “And—are we having rors glowing in the halogen light. (The featuring undercooked soft-shell crabs.
bread?” Of course we were having bread, shelves of cigarette packs are long gone. On one visit, frites were crisp and as
my companions and I sputtered. Did we Overheard at breakfast: “I’m listening to coarsely salted as an icy highway in Feb-
look like no-bread people? His expression you, but I’m also going to pick my Juul ruary; on another, they were considerably
turned sheepish. “I just moved from Los up off the floor.”) The no-bread people, more limp but only marginally less en-
Angeles, the no-bread capital of the donning Cartier bracelets and Louis joyable, accompanying plump mussels in
world,” he explained. Vuitton-print shifts, have come rushing an extra-buttery white-wine broth and
In fairness, Pastis is the sort of place back; in recent weeks, it’s been nearly a brawny hanger steak carved into juicy
that attracts plenty of no-bread people, impossible to get a table for dinner at a slices. Frites are a must, as are smashed
not to mention no-dairy people and no- reasonable hour, and even at lunchtime pommes at breakfast. At a moment when
sugar people. When the original Pastis on a Tuesday in the dead of August there New York’s French restaurants can feel
opened, in 1999, in the meatpacking was a thirty-minute wait. On that Tues- exhaustingly ambitious, there’s something
district, it became one of the Midas-like day, some celebrities had returned, too: refreshing about revelling in plain pota-
restaurateur Keith McNally’s most golden the performer Sandra Bernhard walked toes. And do not forgo the bread, which,
establishments, where the food, though out with the former Vogue editor André like the morning Viennoiseries (croissants,
more than serviceable, was not really the Leon Talley; the chef and Food Network pain au chocolat, brioche), comes from
point. A convincing replica of an ele- host Anne Burrell posed for photographs. McNally’s Balthazar Bakery. It’s a per-
gantly understated Parisian brasserie, it But, where once Pastis had a sexy fectly chewy, tangy pain au levain, served
was, first and foremost, a hangout for edge, it now seems merely to blend in, with tubs of whipped butter. Life is too
A-listers like Sarah Jessica Parker and feeling something like the mall’s cafete- short to be a no-bread person. (Entrées
the Olsen twins, and a means for com- ria. The new menu, which overlaps with $17-$59.)
moners to brush shoulders with them the old one by about half, is overseen by —Hannah Goldfield
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The Tipping Point • Blink • Outliers • What the Dog Saw • David and Goliath
We do it every day.
Are we doing it wrong?
“Gladwell is
as close to a
singular talent
as exists today.”
—New York Times Book Review
COMMENT AK-47.” Politicians are often anxious to of private insurance. In this respect, the
TRUST ME offer assurances that no one is coming bill is far more restrictive than not only
for anyone’s guns, but O’Rourke said the “public option” but also the Euro-
esilience in the face of a personal he believed that these gun owners, too, pean universal-health-care systems that
R setback was the subject of the final
question in last Thursday night’s Dem-
were sick of seeing children dying in
mass shootings. When he visited a gun
Sanders admires. Both Buttigieg, who
favors “Medicare for All Who Want It,”
ocratic debate, in Houston. When it show recently, he added, some people and Senator Kamala Harris, of Califor-
was the turn of Mayor Pete Buttigieg, told him that they would be willing to nia, who introduced a plan in July that
of South Bend, to answer, he spoke give up their guns, because “I don’t need includes a longer transition and a larger
about the years in which he lived with this weapon to hunt, to defend myself.” role for private insurers, maintained that
the fear that, as a military officer and Doing the right thing, O’Rourke said, people should be trusted to choose their
an elected official in a socially conser- was not a separate task from bringing own option. (Harris has zigzagged on
vative community, revealing that he was all Americans, including conservative the issue—she originally signed on to
gay would end his career. But he reached Republicans, “into the conversation.” Sanders’s bill—raising a different ques-
a point, he said, where he was “not in- The health-care segment of the debate tion of trust. Senator Cory Booker, of
terested in not knowing what it was also hinged on questions of trust. The New Jersey, who co-sponsored the bill,
like to be in love any longer,” and he Medicare for All bill, which Senator Ber- has also backed away from elements of
came out during the final months of a nie Sanders, of Vermont, wrote, and Sen- it.) When Sanders said that workers
campaign. “When I trusted voters to ator Elizabeth Warren, of Massachusetts, whose unions had agreed to wage cuts
judge me based on the job that I did signed on to, includes a provision—“on in return for private health-care cover-
for them,” he said, “they decided to trust page eight,” as Senator Amy Klobuchar, age would be able to recover that money
me, and reëlected me with eighty per of Minnesota, helpfully pointed out— from their employers, Vice-President Joe
cent of the vote. And what I learned that would effectively ban most forms Biden told him, “For a socialist, you’ve
was that trust can be reciprocated.” got a lot more confidence in corporate
Buttigieg’s story was moving on its America than I do.”
own terms, but it also threw into relief That exchange, like several others
a fundamental question of the Demo- on Thursday, was largely about how
cratic primary race: What vision of them- radical, or just how ambitious, the Party
selves—and of voters—are the candi- is prepared to be. Is sweeping, struc-
dates willing to trust? At a basic level, tural reform the best way to effect
that question has to do with being able change, or is Obamacare worth build-
to convince voters that they’re being ing on? (Some factions in the Party
spoken to without deceit. Former Rep- have been busy rejecting parts of Barack
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
DEPT. OF DYNASTIES “It’s all good,” James, who is forty- figuring out “How can you spend your
FREAK FLAG FLYING six, said. “I just feel very lucky to have time and your resources trying to be
the opportunity at this point to make useful?” He has bought a controlling
a clean break, and literally have an stake in the Tribeca Film Festival; in-
empty slate.” He was sitting in an up- vested in Artists, Writers & Artisans,
per floor of a modern office building a company that produces comics and
in the West Village, the new head- graphic novels; and put twenty mil-
quarters of his private-investment lion dollars into the Void, a virtual-
f you’re wondering how “Succes- company, Lupa Systems. (It is named reality-entertainment company, among
I sion,” the HBO series about sib-
lings fighting for control of a family
for the mythical wolf who suckled the
founders of Rome, one of James’s fa-
other ventures.
He has also donated to the Dem-
empire—thought to be inspired by vorite cities, where he worked as an ocratic Presidential candidates John
Rupert Murdoch’s family—ends, archeologist’s assistant before attend- Hickenlooper and Pete Buttigieg. Of
James Murdoch can tell you, despite ing Harvard.) The only newsprint the latter, he said, “It’s clear to anyone
never having watched the show. James, publication on display was a copy of who hears him speak that he has an
Rupert’s younger son, often referred The New York Review of Books. extraordinary mind.” The 2020 elec-
to as “the smart one” in the clan, In May, James delivered a com- tion, he said, is “a really crucial mo-
walked away last March with some mencement address at the American ment” for liberal democratic values.
two billion dollars—but no job— University of Rome, and his remarks Having spent years working for his
after his father merged most of the seemed as fitted to his own new life family’s company in the Far East and
Murdochs’ Twenty-first Century Fox as to those of the graduates. “The out- Europe, James said that he has grown
media empire with Disney. James’s comes in our lives are never predes- worried about rising threats to dem-
brother, Lachlan, was chosen by their tined,” he said. He urged the students ocratic societies around the world.
father to run the corporate bits that not to “let others define what your “There’d been a bet for a long time
remained after the merger (chiefly, success will be,” and to “fly your freak that economic liberalization would
Fox News and Fox Sports). But no flag high.” inevitably lead to political liberal-
role had been carved out for James, So far, for James, this has meant ization,” he said, “but it didn’t work
who for years was the C.E.O. of investing in a smattering of tech and out that way.” Instead, he said, au-
Twenty-first Century Fox and Sky, media enterprises and defying his thoritarian regimes are using digital
P.L.C., and the deputy C.O.O. of family’s conservative politics. The disinformation tactics and other
News Corp, the publisher of papers challenge of waking up two billion high-tech weapons to undermine de-
such as the Post. dollars richer, as he described it, is mocracies. “The connective tissue of
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our society is being manipulated to
make us fight with each other, mak-
ing us the worst versions of ourselves,”
he said, sounding an awful lot like a
person describing Fox News.
Is James taking aim at his father?
“There are views I really disagree with
on Fox,” he said. “But I wouldn’t cast
it as some reaction to that.” He is
backing a program at the Center for
a New American Security, a biparti-
san think tank. The aim of the pro-
gram, called Countering High-Tech
Illiberalism, as it’s described on the
Web site for the Quadrivium foun-
dation, founded by James and his wife,
Kathryn, is “to craft effective, practi-
cal, actionable, and ambitious policies
domestically and abroad” that impair
illiberal populism, such as fighting
disinformation and electoral interfer-
ence. (Fox News hosts have down-
played Russia’s interference in the
2016 election.) “ Yup, it’s bedbugs. You must have forgotten to sleep tight.”
Quadrivium also supports nonprofit
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groups seeking to increase American
voter turnout by making it easier to
• •
register to vote and safeguarding vot-
ing rights—steps that could help de- DEPT. OF MOVES gray T-shirt, black ballroom shoes, and
feat Trump. “But this is not just a SLIDE no makeup. “Frankly, I’m just making
Trumpian problem,” James said. “Gen- money, trying to enjoy life.” To dance
erally, Western liberalism is up against on television, he will be paid at least a
an enormous amount of opposition hundred and twenty-five thousand dol-
everywhere.” lars—more each week that he does not
James did not want to comment get eliminated. “They try to have a di-
on his relationship with his father, verse cast,” he said. “Mark Cuban, sports
but said that they’d seen each other ast week, a few miles from the Pen- people, Hollywood folks,Tom DeLay”—
recently at a corporate board meet-
ing. Asked whether the two talk, he
L tagon, at a dance studio in a strip
mall, Sean Spicer slid several feet on his
the former Majority Whip, who ap-
peared before being convicted on money-
said, “There are periods of time when knees across a polished wooden floor. A laundering charges—“Rick Perry,Tucker
we do not.” producer wearing khaki shorts with pine- Carlson, Bristol Palin. They’ve had a lot
Like his five siblings, James is the apples on them coached him from the of conservative-slash-political folks. I’d
beneficiary of a family trust that holds sidelines: “When you’re done sliding, say I’m in that lineage.”
the remaining News Corp and Fox hold it for five seconds,” he said. Spicer, He was joined that day by his profes-
stock, but it is unclear whether he will President Trump’s former press secre- sional dance partner, who has been fea-
ever exercise any control over the com- tary, was rehearsing for his début as a tured on many seasons of “Dancing with
panies. “Succession” offers no clues. “I contestant on ABC’s “Dancing with the the Stars.” (Her name will be revealed
don’t watch ‘Succession,’” he said. “Not Stars.” After resigning from his White on the season première.) “Sean’s really
even a peek. Why would I?” House job (Trump’s counsellor Kelly- persistent, but he doesn’t have a lot of
He also hasn’t seen “Ink,” the anne Conway invented the phrase “al- upper-body-isolation movement,” she
Broadway play about his father’s Lon- ternative facts” to describe Spicer’s said. She wondered if he’d been practic-
don tabloid, the Sun, or “The Loud- press-conference style), he taught at Har- ing. “Be honest. Did you work on this
est Voice,” the Showtime series based vard, published a tell-all book (thesis: “I while I was gone?” she asked him. Then
on Gabriel Sherman’s book about was beginning to realize I had misspo- she said, “We got a shimmy down—like
Roger Ailes, the disgraced former ken badly”), and is now moving on to a little chest pop—but his body just does
head of Fox News. “There are only reality television. not move that way. It’s not even that he
so many things you can watch,” he “This wasn’t part of the plan,” Spicer needs to learn how to do it, it’s just that
said, shrugging. said, standing in the mirrored studio. he doesn’t have the flexibility for it.”
—Jane Mayer He was wearing green athletic shorts, a Spicer defended his learning style. “I’m
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only, like, two inches, and have a big by three years, is an entertainment at-
moment,” she said. “I’d rather have it torney. He lives in Los Angeles, where
be a mini slide than a massive fall.” all three Yorns, formerly of New Jer-
Afterward, they solemnly watched sey, now make their home.
the first take on a monitor. Rick wore a baseball cap at a jaunty
“The slide looks like it’s just check- angle; Pete was in a black Psychedelic
ing the box,” Spicer said, dejected. Furs T-shirt. They sound like brothers,
“You’re O.K.,” his partner said. “Noth- but they don’t look much alike. Pete is
ing’s worse than a cringey moment, and melancholic, with black hair and brown
I’m not seeing you do that. It looks clean, eyes, like their mother, Joan. Rick is fair
and it doesn’t look painful.” and blue-eyed, and he smiles a lot—a
They’d been rehearsing six days a slightly sideways grin reminiscent of
week. “For my wedding, my wife and I his client Leonardo DiCaprio. He looks
took a lesson or two,” Spicer said. “And more like their father, Lawrence, a re-
then we thought, This is silly, we’ll just tired dentist, who wanted his youngest
wing it. I basically didn’t dance at my son to be a tax attorney.
own wedding.” “He’s got more of the sun in him,”
Spicer’s dance partner counted out, Pete said, gesturing across the red-
Sean Spicer “Five, six, seven, eight,” and then she checked tablecloth at his big brother.
and Spicer tangoed across the room. “I’ve got more of the moon.”
very visual when I learn,” he said. “I’m “Elbow up, drop the shoulder,” she in- The dreamy synths-and-strings jan-
not one of those people who can, like, structed him. After ninety minutes, gle of “Caretakers” (produced by thirty-
read directions. If I get a set of direc- Spicer was breathless and sweaty. Eyes year-old Jackson Phillips, who co-wrote
tions, instead of reading it, I YouTube closed in concentration, he took a few many of the songs with Pete) echoes a
it.” Spicer likes to watch a tape of each spins around the studio, partnerless, particular musical moment in the early
day’s rehearsal and study what he needs going over the routine on his own. eighties, as it played out in the Yorns’
to improve. His partner gave him more tips. “Ev- split-level ranch in Montville, twenty-five
Did he see any parallels between erything needs to be regal and upright,” miles west of the city. Music was the
dancing on TV and his tenure as press she said. “Think of it as though you’re brothers’ obsession. Rick had a drum kit
secretary? “None,” he said. “Well, maybe walking under a small ceiling. And in the basement, and when the older boys
puns: like, dancing around things?” He what did I tell you to do if the floor is jammed with their friends, who’d bring
said that, when he watched clips of slippery? Take small steps.” over Marshall stacks, “Petey,” barely seven,
himself giving press briefings, “I would Spicer took it all in. “If you suck, was allowed to hang out and listen.
go, Oh, wow, I didn’t realize I came off you get kicked off,” he said. “From a “Rick would be the drummer, and
that way. I should’ve kept that answer military standpoint, I’m an after-action my oldest brother would be the singer,”
tighter.” The rehearsal studio is on the person, like: What went well? How Pete recalled. “And they would have
other side of the Potomac from the did that go? That’s how I’ve lived most these burned-out older high-school kids
1
Holocaust Museum (Spicer once re- of my life.” over, and my parents would let them
ferred to Auschwitz as a “Holocaust —Antonia Hitchens smoke. And I’m thinking, This is the
center”) and from the Martin Luther coolest shit ever.”
King, Jr., memorial (he once told the BROTHERHOOD DEPT. “Kevin loved metal,” Rick added,
press that “just the other day” Trump SUN AND MOON “but he was more of a singles-pop guy.
“sat down with civil-rights leader Remember? All over his floor, there
M.L.K., Jr.”). were scratched up maxi-singles from
The producer wanted to shoot a reel Madonna and Bryan Adams—”
of Spicer and his partner rehearsing, “Blue Öyster Cult, Rick Springfield,”
to use on the show. He filmed Spicer Pete cut in.
putting on his knee pads, which were “Yeah, but he loved Zeppelin, too.
dinged from days of practice. ick Yorn, the Hollywood manager And he loved Van Halen. We loved
“Do you know what a tango is?”
Spicer’s partner asked him.
R and producer, was dining recently
with his younger brother and client,
Halen.”
But then, in the early eighties, Rick
“No,” he said. “Well, I know that the singer-songwriter Pete Yorn, at brought new sounds to the basement.
it’s fast, and a little Latin.” Walker’s, in Tribeca, after a day of pro- He got into alternative (R.E.M.) and
“It’s a sharp, accented dance,” she moting Pete’s new album, “Caretakers.” Brit Pop (the Cure, the Smiths), which
told him. “We saw the fun Spicey, but Rick, fifty-one, is six years older than were not Kevin’s thing. “Kevin never
this is serious.” Pete, whose 2001 début, “Musicforthe- went alternative,” Pete said. “Maybe
The producer wanted to start again morningafter,” established his reputa- some New Wave stuff.”
at the knee slide. Spicer’s partner gave tion as a songwriter’s songwriter. A Pete’s music is full of nostalgic refer-
him some notes. “I’d rather you slide third Yorn brother, Kevin, the oldest ences to those bands and styles; he seems
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to still be trying to reconcile his broth-
SKETCHPAD
ers’ divergent tastes. “I don’t have that
TIME TRAVELLERS
many vivid musical memories,” he said.
“But one of them is me in the car, and
Rick puts on a cassette of that first For two weekends a year, a flotilla of flappers in
R.E.M. EP, ‘Chronic Town,’ and turns ropes of pearls and men in bow ties storm
it up really loud.” That sonic experience Governors Island for the Jazz Age Lawn Party.
still resonates, thirty-seven years later, on As Aperol spritzes flow, they dance the Charleston
his new record. and party like it’s 1929. —Rachel Syme
Making music wasn’t a viable career
option for Kevin or Rick, although both
eventually found a way to work with
musicians. When Rick started his com-
pany, he named it Chronic Town. He
was an executive producer of HBO’s
“Vinyl” and the movie “Wolf of Wall “For me, it’s about the fashion. If someone
Street” (Martin Scorsese is also a client). put so much effort into dressing like that,
As a manager, he plays a big-brotherly they must have been happy.” —Aicha
role in the careers of his many younger Metivier, consignment-store manager
clients; DiCaprio is the same age as Petey.
“The joke is, our parents were way “Flappers were punk
more strict with Kevin,” Rick said. “So rockers. They were the
he becomes a lawyer. They weakened a ones saying, ‘No, I’m
little bit with me, so I became a man- going to do what I want,
ager. The third one they gave up on, I’m going to cut my hair,
and he became an artist.” I’m not going to wear a
Pete started writing songs as a young bra or a corset, I’m just
teen and picked up the pace at Syra- going to enjoy my life and
cuse University. “I would call Rick in drink until my husband
L.A., which was long distance in those “This is a Stetson.
or boyfriend goes to war.’ ”
days, and play them for him,” he said. Everybody thinks
—Analucia McGorty,
“And he’d always stop what he was Stetson is only cow-
costume designer
doing, and he’d listen, and he’d get boy hats, but Stetson
stoked. It’s still going on, twenty-five made every kind of
years later.” Rick helped convince their hat. It’s really rare
parents that Pete had “something really to find old boaters in
fucking special,” as Rick put it, and that good shape. A man
tax-lawyering was not in his future. would wear one for
“Rick can make people believe things a summer and then
about themselves that they didn’t even throw it in the gar-
realize yet,” Pete said. Following his bage.” —Michael
brothers to L.A. felt natural to him. “I Arenella, bandleader
would have followed them to Dover,
Delaware,” he said. “I just wanted to be “This is an original
around them.”Their parents moved out World War One officer’s
West in 1999, after their father retired; uniform. I also do
their mother worked as Kevin’s recep- American Revolution
tionist for years. These days, the Yorns reënactments. I’m on
are a Hollywood tribe. Kevin’s ex-wife, the British side.”
Julie Yorn, produced “The Dirt,” the Lee, retired detective
Mötley Crüe movie, with Rick. “I’m wearing saddle
In spite of the Yorn migration, “Care- shoes and Argyle socks.
takers” seems to have Montville on its This is something
mind. The first line of the first song, I’ve been doing since
“Calm Down,” goes, “All is well in my I was one or two.
hometown.” The Yorns may be gone, My parents really like
but Petey is still back there in the base- that jazz music. I
ment, listening. like hip-hop.” —Basil
—John Seabrook Gershkovich, age ten
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOANA AVILLEZ
Fernandez was in the audience with
THE POLITICAL SCENE his father, Francisco. The two argued
constantly about Trump. Rafael told me
RESTAURANT
I cover my body with a piece of fab-
ric that has been cut and sewn into a
certain shape so as to remind others
BY JENNY SLATE that I have a butt and a vagina, but
without showing the actual butt or va-
ello, I am a woman on a blue- There are delighted pigs and gossip- gina that I have.
H and-green sphere that has dol-
lops and doinks of mountains all over
ing geese and dogs that sprawl with
their mouths open so that they can
I am a woman here on this ancient
ball that rotates along with a collec-
it. Some of the mountains on my cos- cool off after running around. tion of other balls around a bigger ball
mic sphere splooge out thick liquid There are arrows of extra electric- made up of light and gases that are
fire spurts that run downhill and cool ity ripping through the air, and loud science gases, not farts. Don’t be im-
and turn into vacation destinations drum noises in the sky when two tem- mature. I wear this paint and these
after a few thousand years. I am a peratures collide. Deep, wide dents boob bags and this butt-vagina fabric
woman living on a planet that has filled with water are populated by an- map so that I can be here on the globe
noodle-shaped guys squiggling si- imals with scales or blowholes or no and go to places like the restaurant.
lently in the soil and four-legged eyes, and ones that live in shells that At the restaurant, I pay with the
mammal kings with hammer feet, or look like tiny purses made out of lit- money that I earn from pretending to
horns on their heads, or coats covered tle plates. There are white puffs float- be other women. I get that money so
in spots and stripes. My planet also ing in the air here; they hover high I can afford all the face paint and boob
has live, feathered, beaky skeletons above my house. The puffs turn into bags that I need, so that I can go to
flying through the environment, and wet water bloops and fall down and the restaurant and eat the dead burned
big, heavy creatures that are tusked turn my hair from straight to curly. bird and sip the purple grape gloop
and trunked and have sad, long mem- The water bloops also make the flow- that sometimes makes me fall down
ories and wash their bodies in cold ers open up; they turn dust into mud- or throw up all over this globe. I re-
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
mud puddles and know who their ba- slides; they can intercept sunbeams peat this cycle so that I can go to even
bies are. There are large, deadly cats and make them into arches that you more places on this sphere, as it re-
watching everything in the dark, can’t touch because they are only volves through eternal darkness and
sneaking through the fanned-out ferns. swoops of colored light. endless space.
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 25
Cloud and labels them “The Original
LETTER FROM SOUTH DAKOTA Founding Fathers,” and also one that
reads, in star-spangled letters, “Wel-
AMERICAN SPHINX
come to America Now Speak English.”
The source from which so much
strange Americana flows is Mt. Rush-
What does the Crazy Horse Memorial really stand for? more, which, with the stately columns
and the Avenue of Flags leading up to
BY BROOKE JARVIS it, seems to leave the historical mess be-
hind. But perhaps we get that feeling
only because we’ve grown accustomed
to the idea of it: a monument to patri-
otism, conceived as a colossal symbol of
dominion over nature, sculpted by a man
who had worked with the Ku Klux Klan,
and composed of the heads of Presi-
dents who had policies to exterminate
the people into whose land the carving
was dynamited.
Past Mt. Rushmore is another moun-
tain, and another memorial. This one
is much larger: the Presidents’ heads, if
they were stacked one on top of the
other, would reach a little more than
halfway up it. After seventy-one years
of work, it is far from finished. All that
has emerged from Thunderhead Moun-
tain is an enormous face—a man of stone,
surveying the world before him with a
slight frown and a furrowed brow.
Decades from now, if and when the
sculpture is completed, the man will be
sitting astride a horse with a flowing
mane, his left arm extended in front of
him, pointing. The scale will be mind-
boggling: an over-all height nearly four
times that of the Statue of Liberty; the
arm long enough to accommodate a line
of semi trucks; the horse’s ears the size
of school buses, its nostrils carved twenty-
he street corners of downtown the roadside attractions offer a vision of five feet around and nine feet deep. It
T Rapid City, South Dakota, the
gateway to the Black Hills and the
American history that grows only more
uncanny. Western expansion and settler
will be the largest sculpture in the his-
tory of the world. Yet, to some of the
self-proclaimed “most patriotic city in colonialism join in a jolly, jumbled fanta- people it is meant to honor, the giant
America,” are populated by bronze stat- sia: visitors can tour a mine and pan for emerging from the rock is not a memo-
ues of all the former Presidents of the gold, visit Cowboy Gulch and a replica rial but an indignity, the biggest and
United States, each just eerily shy of of Philadelphia’s Independence Hall strangest and crassest historical irony in
life-size. On the corner of Mount Rush- (“Shoot a musket! Exit here!”), and stop a region, and a nation, that is full of them.
more Road and Main Street, a dimin- by the National Presidential Wax Mu-
utive Andrew Jackson scowls and crosses seum, which sells a tank top featuring he monument is meant to depict
his arms; on Ninth and Main, a shoul-
der-high Teddy Roosevelt strikes an
a buff Abraham Lincoln above the slo-
gan “Abolish Sleevery.” In a town named
T Tasunke Witko—best known as
Crazy Horse—the Oglala Lakota war-
impressive pose, holding a petite sword. for George Armstrong Custer, an Army rior famous for his role in the resound-
As one drives farther into the Black officer known for using Native women ing defeat of Custer and the Seventh
CHARLES BENNETT/AP
Hills—a region considered sacred by its and children as human shields, tourist Cavalry at the Battle of the Little Big-
original residents, who were displaced shops sell a T-shirt that shows Chief Jo- horn and for his refusal to accept, even
by settlers, loggers, and gold miners— seph, Sitting Bull, Geronimo, and Red in the face of violence and tactical star-
vation, the American government’s efforts
A monument to Native American history has become a lucrative tourist attraction. to confine his people on reservations. He
26 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019
is a beloved symbol for the Lakota today were needed to help with the visitors.” in the gift shop, and watch a twenty-
because “he never conceded to the white Ziolkowski, who liked to call himself two-minute orientation film in which
man,” Tatewin Means, who runs a com- “a storyteller in stone,” sometimes seemed members of the Lakota community praise
munity-development corporation on the to be crafting his own legend, too, posing the memorial and the Ziolkowski fam-
Pine Ridge Reservation, about a hun- in a prospector’s hat and giving dramatic ily. On special occasions—such as a com-
dred miles from the monument, explained statements to the media. He made models bined commemoration of the Battle of
to me. “He lived a life that was devoted for a university campus and an expansive the Little Bighorn and Ruth Ziolkow-
to protecting our people.” (“Sioux” orig- medical-training center that he planned ski’s birthday, in June—they can watch
inated from a word that was applied by to build, to benefit Native Americans. what are referred to as Night Blasts: long
outsiders—it might have meant “snake”— “Of course I’m egotistical!” he told “60 series of celebratory explosions on the
and many people prefer the names of Minutes,” a few decades into the venture. mountain. They are handed brochures
the more specific nations: Lakota, Na- “All my life I’ve wanted to do something explaining that the money they spend at
kota, and Dakota, each of which is fur- so much greater than I could ever possi- the memorial benefits Native American
ther divided into bands, such as the Oglala bly be.” In 1951, he estimated that the causes. “The purpose here—it’s a great
Lakota and the Mnicoujou Lakota.) project would take thirty years to com- purpose, it’s a noble purpose,” Jadwiga
There are many other famous Lakota plete. By the time of his death, in 1982, Ziolkowski, the fourth Ziolkowski child,
leaders from Crazy Horse’s era, includ- there was no sign of the university or the now sixty-seven and one of the memo-
ing Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, Spotted Elk, medical center, and the sculpture was still rial’s C.E.O.s, told me. “It’s just a hu-
Touch the Clouds, and Old Chief Smoke. just scarred, amorphous rock. Ziolkow- manitarian project all the way around.”
But when, in 1939, a Lakota elder named ski had, however, built his own impres- There are many Lakota who praise
Henry Standing Bear wrote to Korczak sive tomb, at the base of the mountain. the memorial. Charles (Bamm) Brewer,
Ziolkowski, a Polish-American sculptor On a huge steel plate, he cut the words who organizes an annual tribute to Crazy
who had worked briefly on Mt. Rush- Horse on the Pine Ridge Reservation,
more, to say that there ought to be a me- KORCZAK joked that his only problem with the
STORYTELLER IN STONE
morial in response to Rushmore—some- MAY HIS REMAINS carving is that “they didn’t make it big
thing that would show the white world BE LEFT UNKNOWN. enough—he was a bigger man than that
“that the red man had great heroes, too”— to our people!” I spoke with one Oglala
Crazy Horse was the obvious subject. After Korczak’s death, Ruth Ziol- who had named her son for Korczak,
Ziolkowski, a self-taught artist who kowski decided to focus on finishing the and others who had scattered family
was raised by an Irish boxer in Boston sculpture’s face, which was completed in members’ ashes atop the carving. Some
after both his parents died in a boating 1998; it is still the only finished part of are grateful that the face offers an un-
accident, came to Standing Bear’s atten- the monument. The unveiling ceremony missable reminder of the frequently ig-
tion after winning a sculpting prize at prompted a wave of media attention, a nored Native history of the hills, and a
the World’s Fair in New York. He moved visit from President Bill Clinton, and a counterpoint to the four white faces on
to South Dakota in 1947, and began ac- fund-raising drive. Most of the Ziol- Mt. Rushmore. “It’s the one large carv-
quiring land through purchases and kowski children, when they became ing that they can’t tear down,” Amber
swaps. A year later, he dedicated the me- adults, left to pursue other interests, but Two Bulls, a twenty-six-year-old La-
morial with an inaugural explosion. “I eventually returned to draw salaries at kota woman, told me.
want to right a little bit of the wrong the mountain. Some have worked on But others argue that a mountain-size
that they did to these people,” he said. the carving and others have concentrated sculpture is a singularly ill-chosen trib-
In the early days, Ziolkowski had on the tourism infrastructure that has ute. When Crazy Horse was alive, he was
little money, a faulty old compressor, developed around it—both of which, known for his humility, which is consid-
and a rickety, seven-hundred-and-forty- over the decades, have grown increas- ered a key virtue in Lakota culture. He
one-step wooden staircase built to ac- ingly sophisticated. never dressed elaborately or allowed his
cess the mountainside. His first mar- picture to be taken. (He is said to have
riage dissolved, apparently because his very year, well over a million people responded, “Would you steal my shadow,
wife didn’t appreciate his single-minded
focus on the mountain, and in 1950 he
E visit the Crazy Horse Memorial, a
name almost always followed, on bro-
too?”) Before he died, he asked his fam-
ily to bury him in an unmarked grave.
married Ruth Ross, a volunteer at the chures and signage, by the symbol ®. There’s also the problem of the loca-
site who was eighteen years his junior, They pay an entrance fee (currently thirty tion. The Black Hills are known, in the
on Thanksgiving Day—supposedly dollars per car), plus a little extra for a Lakota language, as He Sapa or Paha
so that the wedding wouldn’t require a short bus ride to the base of the moun- Sapa—names that are sometimes trans-
day off work. Ruth told the press that tain, where the photo opportunities are lated as “the heart of everything that is.”
Korczak had informed her that the better, and a lot extra (a mandatory do- A ninety-nine-year-old elder in the Si-
mountain would come first, she second, nation of a hundred and twenty-five dol- congu Rosebud Sioux Tribe named Marie
and their children third. “You can see lars) to visit the top. They buy fry bread Brush Breaker-Randall told me that the
why we had ten children,” Ziolkowski and buffalo meat in the restaurant, and mountains are “the foundation of the
once said. “The boys were necessary for T-shirts and rabbit furs and tepee-build- Lakota Nation.” In Lakota stories, peo-
working on the mountain, and the girls ing kits and commemorative hard hats ple lived beneath them while the world
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was created. Nick Tilsen, an Oglala who recorded on hides.) In 1866, when Cap- liceman. He was only about thirty-seven
runs an activism collective in Rapid City, tain William Fetterman, who was said years old, yet he had seen the world of
told me that Crazy Horse was “a man to have boasted, “Give me eighty men his childhood—a powerful and inde-
who fought his entire life” to protect and I can ride through the whole Sioux pendent people living amid teeming
the Black Hills. “To literally blow up a nation,” attempted to do just that, Crazy herds of buffalo—all but disappear.
mountain on these sacred lands feels like Horse served as a decoy, allowing a con- That same year, the United States re-
a massive insult to what he actually stood federation of Lakota, Arapaho, and Chey- neged on the 1868 treaty for the second
for,” he said. In 2001, the Lakota activ- enne warriors to kill all eighty-one men time, officially and unilaterally claiming
ist Russell Means likened the project to under Fetterman’s command. He con- the Black Hills. More and more Native
“carving up the mountain tinued to build a reputation Americans, struggling to survive on the
of Zion.” Charmaine White for bravery and leadership; denuded plains, moved to reservations.
Face, a spokesperson for the it was sometimes said that In 1890, hundreds of Lakota, mostly
Sioux Nation Treaty Coun- bullets did not touch him. women and children, were killed by
cil, called the memorial a The U.S. government, the Army near a creek called Wounded
disgrace. “Many, many of us, knowing that it couldn’t Knee—where Crazy Horse’s parents
especially those of us who vanquish the powerful tribes were said to have buried his body—as
are more traditional, to- of the northern plains, in- they travelled to the town of Pine Ridge.
tally abhor it,” she told me. stead signed treaties with Twenty of the soldiers involved received
“It’s a sacrilege. It’s wrong.” them. But it was also play- the Medal of Honor for their actions.
ing a waiting game. Buffalo, Years later, the holy man Black Elk said,
ometime around 1840, a once plentiful, were being “I can still see the butchered women and
S boy known as Curly, or Light Hair,
was born to an Oglala shaman and a
overhunted by white settlers, and their
numbers were declining. Major General
children lying heaped and scattered all
along the crooked gulch as plain as when
Mnicoujou woman named Rattling Blan- Philip Sheridan, a Civil War veteran I saw them with eyes young. And I can
ket Woman. He learned to ride his horse tasked with driving Plains tribes onto see that something else died there in the
great distances, hunting herds of buffalo reservations, cheered their extermination, bloody mud, and was buried in the bliz-
across vast plains. As a young man, Curly writing that the best strategy for deal- zard. A people’s dream died there.”
had a vision enjoining him to be hum- ing with the tribes was to “make them In 1975, the U.S. Court of Federal
ble: to dress simply, to keep nothing for poor by the destruction of their stock, Claims wrote, of the theft of the Black
himself, and to put the needs of the tribe, and then settle them on the lands allotted Hills, “A more ripe and rank case of dis-
especially of its most vulnerable mem- to them.” (An Army colonel was more honorable dealings will never, in all prob-
bers, before his own. He was known for succinct: “Kill every buffalo you can! ability, be found in our history.” In 1980,
wearing only a feather, never a full bon- Every buffalo dead is an Indian gone.”) the Supreme Court agreed, ruling that
net; for not keeping scalps as tokens of In 1868, the United States promised the Sioux should receive compensation
victory in battles; and for being honored that the Black Hills, as well as other re- for their lost land. The tribes replied
by the elders as a shirt-wearer, a desig- gions of what are now North Dakota, that what they wanted was the hills
nated role model who followed a strict South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, Ne- themselves; taking money for some-
code of conduct. (He later lost the honor, braska, and Colorado, would be “set apart thing sacred was unimaginable. The
after a dispute involving a woman who for the absolute and undisturbed use funds ordered by the Supreme Court
left her husband to be with him.) His and occupation” of the Sioux Nation. went into a trust, whose value today,
father passed on his own name: Tasunke But, just six years later, the government with accrued interest, exceeds $1.3 bil-
Witko, or His Horse Is Wild. sent Custer and the Seventh Cavalry lion. It remains untouched.
White settlers were already moving into the Black Hills in search of gold,
through the area, and their government setting off a summer of battles, in 1876, n a bright June day, the parking lot
was building forts and sending soldiers,
prompting skirmishes over land and
in which Crazy Horse and his warriors
helped win dramatic victories at both
O of the Crazy Horse Memorial was
packed with cars and R.V.s, their license
sovereignty that would eventually erupt Rosebud and the Little Bighorn. plates—California, Missouri, Florida,
into open war. In 1854, when Curly was But the larger war was already lost. Vermont—advertising the great Amer-
around fourteen, he witnessed the kill- To survive, Red Cloud and Spotted Elk ican road trip. The front door of the vis-
ing of a diplomatic leader named Con- moved their people onto government itors’ center, like the brochures handed
quering Bear, in a disagreement about reservations; Sitting Bull fled to Can- out at the gate, was emblazoned with the
a cow. The following year, he may also ada. In 1877, after a hard, hungry win- memorial’s slogan: “Never Forget Your
have witnessed the capture and killing ter, Crazy Horse led nine hundred of Dreams® —Korczak Ziolkowski.” On
of dozens of women and children by U.S. his followers to a reservation near Fort an outdoor patio, beside a scale model of
Army soldiers, in what is euphemisti- Robinson, in Nebraska, and surrendered Ziolkowski’s planned sculpture, tourists
cally known as the Battle of Ash Hol- his weapons. Five months later, he was took their own version of a popular photo:
low. (Much of what we know about Crazy arrested, possibly misunderstood to have the idealized image in front, and the un-
Horse’s life comes from oral histories said something threatening, and fatally finished reality in the distance behind it.
and winter counts, pictorial narratives stabbed in the back by a military po- The memorial boasts that it holds,
28 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019
in the three wings of its Indian Museum tem alerted visitors that a renowned hoop time at the memorial, Sprague sometimes
of North America®, a collection of eleven dancer named Starr Chief Eagle would felt like a token presence—the organi-
thousand Native artifacts. There is art be giving a demonstration. As people zation had no other high-level Native
and clothing and jewelry, and a tepee gathered, Chief Eagle introduced herself employees—to give the impression that
where mannequins gather around a fake in Lakota, then asked the crowd, “What the memorial was connected to the mod-
fire. A young boy, perhaps nine years old, language was I speaking?” When some- ern Lakota tribes. “The tourists, they say,
bounced through the exhibit, shouting one yelled out, “Indian!,” she responded, ‘This money is going to help your peo-
to his mother, “Are all the Indians dead? with a patient smile, that there are hun- ple,’” he said. “Everybody that comes up
Did we kill all of them? I! Do! Not! dreds of Native languages: “We have a there thinks they’re on the reservation.”
Know! Anything! About! Indians!” living, breathing culture. We’re not stuck Visitors to the memorial are assured
Inside a theatre, people watched a in time.” Later, Chief Eagle, who has that their contributions support both
film on the history of the carving, which been performing at the memorial for six the museum and something called the
included glowing testimonials from Na- years, told me that she’s grateful that the Indian University of North America®.
tive people and a biography of Henry place provides a platform to push back Despite its impressive name, the univer-
Standing Bear. The film quoted his let- against stereotypes. “People can come to sity is currently a summer program,
ter to Ziolkowski about wanting to show see us as human, not as fictional charac- through which about three dozen stu-
that the red man had heroes, but it omit- ters or past-tense people,” she said. dents from tribal nations earn up to
ted a letter in which he wrote that “this In a corner of the room was a pile of twelve hours of college credit each year.
is to be entirely an Indian project under rocks—pieces blown from the sacred They also pay a fee for their room and
my direction.” (Standing Bear died five mountain—that visitors were encour- board and spend twenty hours a week
years after the memorial’s inauguration.) aged to take home with them, for an ad- doing a “paid internship” at the memo-
The previous version of the film, which ditional donation, as souvenirs. The ceil- rial—working at the gift shop, the res-
was updated last summer, devoted fifteen ing was hung with dozens of flags from taurants, or the information desk.
and a half of its twenty minutes to the tribal nations around the country, creat- Though the federal government twice
Ziolkowski family and to the difficulty ing an impression of support for the me- offered Korczak Ziolkowski millions of
of the carving process. It featured only morial. Most of the flags were collected dollars to fund the memorial, he decided
one Lakota speaker and surprisingly lit- as a personal hobby by Donovin Sprague, to rely on private donations, and retained
tle information about Crazy Horse him- a Mnicoujou Lakota historian who is a control of the project. Some of the do-
self. The film also informed visitors that direct descendant of Crazy Horse’s uncle nations have turned out to be in the mil-
Crazy Horse died and Korczak Ziol- Hump, and who was employed at the lions of dollars. In fiscal year 2018, the
kowski was born on the same date, Sep- memorial as the director of the Native Crazy Horse Memorial Foundation
tember 6th, and that as a result “many American Educational and Cultural Cen- brought in $12.5 million from admissions
Native Americans believe this is an omen ter®, from 1996 to 2010. “I thought that, and donations, and reported seventy-seven
that Korczak was destined to carve Crazy culturally and historically, they could use million dollars in net assets. These pub-
Horse.” In the press, the family often the help,” he told me. But, during his licly reported numbers do not count the
added, as Jadwiga Ziolkowski told me
in June and Ruth told the Chicago Tri-
bune in 2004, that “the Indians believe
Crazy Horse’s spirit roamed until it found
a suitable host—and that was Korczak.”
However, the historical consensus
is that Crazy Horse died on Septem-
ber 5th, not the sixth. And I didn’t meet
any Lakota who believed that the carving
was predestined. Lula Red Cloud, a sev-
enty-three-year-old descendant of Crazy
Horse’s contemporary Red Cloud, sup-
ports the memorial and has worked there
for twenty-three years. When I asked her
what she thought of the supposed coin-
cidence of dates, she laughed. “If I was
born close to Halloween, am I destined
to be a witch?” she said. Tatewin Means
told me, “The memorial’s on stolen land.
Of course they have to find ways to justify
it.” Every year, the memorial celebrates
September 6th with what it calls the
Crazy Horse and Korczak Night Blast. “Are you sure you don’t want it? Eleven doughnuts
An announcement over the P.A. sys- is pretty much all my diet can handle.”
kowski said that she couldn’t comment
on personnel matters.)
When I met Don Red Thunder, a
descendant of Crazy Horse, at his house,
on the Cheyenne River Sioux Reserva-
tion, he retrieved a cardboard box from
a bedroom. Inside, wrapped in cloth and
covered in sage, were knives made from
buffalo shoulder bone. Each was la-
belled: “Sitting Bull,” “Touch the
Clouds,” “Little Crow,” “High Back
Bone,” and, finally, “Crazy Horse.”They
had, he claimed, been repatriated to the
family from the Smithsonian. “That’s
how we know that knife up at Crazy
Horse Memorial isn’t his,” he said. (The
Smithsonian was not able to locate any
records of this transaction.)
The memorial’s knife remains on dis-
play, next to a thirty-eight-page binder
of documents asserting its provenance.
Ziolkowski told me that she’s confident
“We have a favor to ask.” it is authentic. She also said, “Sometimes
there’s nothing wrong with just believ-
• • ing. You don’t have to have every ‘t’ crossed
and every ‘i’ dotted.”
income earned through Korczak’s Heri- given the Ziolkowskis a “free hand to try o non-Natives, the name Crazy
tage, Inc., a for-profit organization that
runs the gift shop, the restaurant, the
to take over the name and make money
off it as long as they’re alive.” Jim Brad-
T Horse may now be more widely
associated with a particular kind of nos-
snack bar, and the bus to the sculpture. ford, a Native who served in the South talgia for an imagined history of the
To Sprague, who grew up on the Dakota State Senate and worked at the Wild West than with the real man who
Cheyenne River Sioux Reservation, mis- memorial for many years, tearing tickets bore it. “In the United States,” a judge
direction about whom the memorial or taking money at the entry gate, de- noted in a 2016 opinion in a case in-
benefitted seemed especially purposeful scribed himself as a friend of the Ziol- volving a dispute between a strip club
when donors visited. “If there was money kowski family and told me that he’d and a consulting company, both named
coming,” he said, “I was at the table, and sought advice from other tribal members Crazy Horse, “individuals and corpo-
Ruth was, like, ‘Donovin, where did you about what he should say to me. “It kind rations have used the ‘Crazy Horse’
grow up?’ It was just part of my job.” of felt like it started out as a dedication brand for motorcycle gear, whiskey, rifles,
(Ruth Ziolkowski died in 2014.) “Do- to the Native American people,” he said. and, of course, strip and exotic dance
nors were thinking they’re helping in “But I think now it’s a business first. All clubs. Since at least the 1970s, Crazy
some way,” he said. “They weren’t.” of a sudden, one non-Indian family has Horse nightclubs have opened every-
On Pine Ridge and in Rapid City, I become millionaires off our people.” where from Anchorage, Alaska to Pom-
heard a number of Lakota say that the In 2008, Sprague, who had long lob- pano Beach, Florida.” In 2001, a liquor
memorial has become a tribute not to bied for the memorial to use the more company resolved an eight-year dispute
Crazy Horse but to Ziolkowski and his widely accepted death date for Crazy over its Crazy Horse Malt Liquor (Crazy
family; no verified photographs of Crazy Horse, again found himself at odds with Horse the person deplored alcohol and
Horse exist, leading to persistent rumors the memorial. The museum had ac- its effect on tribes) by offering a public
that the sculpture’s face was modelled on quired a metal knife that it believed had apology, plus blankets, horses, tobacco,
Korczak himself. People told me repeat- belonged to Crazy Horse. Sprague ar- and braided sweetgrass.
edly that the reason the carving has taken gued that details of the craftsmanship When I asked Jadwiga Ziolkowski
so long is that stretching it out conve- suggested that the knife was made well about the concern that outsiders were
niently keeps the dollars flowing; some after Crazy Horse’s death. He aired his profiting from Crazy Horse’s image, she
simply gave a meaningful look and rubbed concerns to the Rapid City Journal, and replied, “We are very conscious of that,”
their fingers together. In 2003, Seth Big was summoned to a meeting at the me- and then continued, “And we have the
Crow, then a spokesperson for Crazy morial. “All it was was to pressure me image of Crazy Horse copyrighted, so
Horse’s living relatives, gave an interview about changing my story about that it can’t be sold by anyone but us.” This,
to the Voice of America, and questioned knife,” he told me. About a year and a she explained, was a matter of protect-
whether the sculpture’s commission had half later, he was fired. ( Jadwiga Ziol- ing his legacy; the memorial would not
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permit, for example, a Crazy Horse laun- the sole administrator. Clown is con- ern Black Hills. Here, sites of theft and
dromat. What if the laundromat used vinced that, once the legal questions are genocide have become monuments to
the name but not the image of the sculp- settled, Crazy Horse’s family will be owed patriotism, a symbol of resistance has
ture? I asked. “It would be a discussion,” the profits that have been made on any become a source of revenue, and old sto-
she replied. What if the laundromat products or by any companies using their ries of broken promises and appropria-
owner was Lakota? “It would still be a ancestor’s name—a sum that he esti- tion recur. A complicated history be-
discussion.” When there was interest in mates to be in the billions of dollars. (“I comes a cheery tourist attraction. The
putting the Crazy Horse sculpture on would probably buy two packs of ciga- face of the past comes to look like the
the South Dakota state quarter, the me- rettes instead of one!” he said, laughing.) faces of those who memorialize it.
morial said no, because doing so would He also expects the family to gain title Every night during the summer tour-
have put the image in the public do- to nearly nine million acres that they be- ist season, the Crazy Horse Memorial
main. Ziolkowski added that she was lieve were promised to Crazy Horse by hosts an evening program, called “Leg-
used to the controversy that the sculp- the U.S. government, including the land ends in Light®.” It lasts twenty-five min-
ture provokes among some of her La- where the memorial is being built. utes and features brightly colored ani-
kota neighbors. “It’s America,” she said. “Maybe we’ll let them stay, maybe, to mations, projected by lasers onto the side
“Everybody has a right to an opinion.” keep working,” Clown said. When I ex- of Thunderbolt Mountain. Here, too,
On the Pine Ridge Reservation, the pressed doubt that this would come to the crowd gathered early and waited as
site of the killings at Wounded Knee is pass, Clown laughed. “Hey!” he said, with the sky grew dim; finally, with an echo-
marked by a ramshackle sign; a piece of a confidence that seemed strangely un- ing soundtrack, the show began.
wood bearing the word “massacre” is weighted by history. “It’s their laws.” It was difficult to keep up with the
nailed over the original description, which One night last June, downtown Pine flashing images: tepees, a feather, an
was “battle.” Pine Ridge is a beautiful Ridge hosted its own memorial to Crazy Oglala flag, Korczak Ziolkowski build-
place, rolling prairie under dramatic skies. Horse: the culmination of an annual tra- ing a cabin, pictures of famous Native
As one local man, Emerald Elk, described dition in which more than two hundred leaders, from Geronimo to Quanah
it to me, “The hills look like they keep riders spend four days travelling on horse- Parker. Sequoyah, the Cherokee scholar,
running on forever, especially the grass back from Fort Robinson, where Crazy appeared, and a leaping orca, and an
on a windy day.” The reservation is also Horse died, to the reservation. (“Crazy air-traffic controller. “All my life, to carve
very poor. Larry Swalley, an advocate for Horse rode in there, and he never got to a mountain to a race of people that once
abused children, told me that kids in ride out,” the event’s founder explained. lived here?” Ziolkowski’s voice boomed.
Pine Ridge are experiencing “a state of “We’re going to ride out of there for him.”) “What an honor.” The images flew by,
emergency,” and that it’s not uncommon Bryan Brewer, a former president of the free of context or explanation. A white
for three or four or even five families to Oglala Lakota Nation, told me that his hand shook a red hand, the soldiers at
have to share a trailer. When I visited brother once went to the memorial to Iwo Jima raised their flag, the Statue
Darla Black, the vice-president of the ask for financial support for the ride. “We of Liberty raised her torch, and the
Oglala Sioux Tribe, she showed me sev- sent him all the way up there,” he said. space shuttle transformed into an eagle.
eral foot-high stacks of papers: requests “They gave us twenty-five dollars.” The crowd swayed in their seats, and
for help paying for electricity and pro- Hours before the riders were expected, the country singer Lee Greenwood’s
pane to get through the winter. People the streets and the pow- voice rang over the half-
kept stopping by her office to pick up wow grounds were already carved mountain. “’Cause
diapers and what she called “sack lunches,” packed with spectators on the flag still stands for free-
meals made up of whatever food gets folding chairs and truck tail- dom,” he sang, “and they
donated; that day, the lunch was Honey gates. As the crowd waited, can’t take that away.”
Nut Chex Mix, brownies, and gummy the sky in the west, over the The last word went to
bears. “I think they could do more for Black Hills, turned golden. Korczak Ziolkowski, who,
us,” she said, of the memorial. Though Finally, in the blue light of in a recording, delivered a
there are exhibits on the reservation, few dusk, the riders arrived. The grand but bewildering quote
tourists make the trip; on the day I was onlookers rose to their feet, that visitors to the memo-
there, the visitors’ center was empty. cheering wildly, as a stream rial encounter many times.
Even among the Lakota, the ques- of grinning, hollering, or se- “When the legends die,” he
tion of who can speak for Crazy Horse rious-faced young people cantered past. thundered, “the dreams end. When the
is fraught. Crazy Horse had no surviv- As always, at the front of the procession dreams end, there is no more greatness.”
ing children, but a family tree used in was a simple, profound tribute to Crazy As the sound faded, the lasers shifted
one court case identified about three Horse: a single horse without a rider. one final time. For a few minutes, a glow-
thousand living relatives, and a judge ap- ing version of Ziolkowski’s vision was
pointed three administrators of the es- o much of the American story—as complete, at last, on the mountainside,
tate; one of them, Floyd Clown, has ar-
gued in an ongoing case that the other
S it actually happened, but also as it is
told, and altered, and forgotten, and,
and Crazy Horse’s hair flew behind him.
The stars were bright. Cameras were
claims of lineage are illegitimate, and eventually, repeated—feels squeezed into held aloft. And then it was time to leave
that his branch of the family should be the vast contradiction that is the mod- through the gift shop.
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A REPORTER AT LARGE
n a clearing in rural Somalia, a ji- not about the individual cracks, it’s about
REPRESENT!
Being Constance Wu.
BY JIAYANG FAN
he mid-July sun at Waialua, on at her face, smooth as the inside of a In Hollywood terms, Wu, who is
BOOKS
BY JANET MALCOLM
wo volumes of Susan Sontag’s dia- ruary, 1960, she writes, “How many times speak to biographers about their late fa-
T ries, edited by her son, David Rieff,
have been published, and a third is forth-
have I told people that Pearl Kazin was
a major girlfriend of Dylan Thomas?
mous friends? In most cases, the motive
is benign: the informant wants to be
coming. In the preface to the first vol- That Norman Mailer has orgies? That helpful, wants to share what he knows
ume, published in 2008, under the title Matthiessen was queer. All public know- of the subject, believing that the partic-
“Reborn,” Rieff confesses his uncertainty ledge, to be sure, but who the hell am ulars he and only he is privy to will con-
about the project. He reports that at the I to go advertising other people’s sex- tribute to the fullness of the portrait. A
time of her death, in 2004, Sontag had ual habits? How many times have I bit of self-importance may be involved:
given no instructions about the dozens reviled myself for that, which is only a the interviewee is flattered to have been
of notebooks that she had been filling little less offensive than my habit of asked to the party. Of course, he intends
with her private thoughts since adoles- name-dropping (how many times did to be discreet, to keep some things to
cence and which she kept in a closet in I talk about Allen Ginsberg last year, himself. The best intentions, however,
her bedroom. “Left to my own devices,” while I was on Commentary?).” can be broken on the wheel of skillful
he writes, “I would have waited a long The world received the diaries calmly (or even inept) interviewing. Discretion
time before publishing them, or per- enough; there is not a big readership for so quickly turns into indiscretion under
haps never published them at all.” But published diaries. It will be interesting the exciting spell of undivided attention.
because Sontag had sold her papers to to see whether Benjamin Moser’s au- Thus the film scholar Don Eric Levine,
the University of California at Los An- thorized biography, “Sontag: Her Life a close friend of Sontag’s, is Moser’s
geles, and access to them was largely un- and Work” (Ecco), which draws heav- source for writing that “when Jasper
restricted, “either I would organize them ily on the diaries, makes more of a stir. [ Johns] dumped her, he did so in a way
and present them or someone else would,” Moser takes Sontag at her word and that would have devastated almost any-
so “it seemed better to go forward.” How- is as unillusioned about her as she is one. He invited her to a New Year’s Eve
ever, he writes, “my misgivings remain. about herself. The solid literary achieve- party and then left, without a word, with
To say that these diaries are self-revela- ment and spectacular worldly success another woman.” Moser adds, “The in-
tory is a drastic understatement.” that we associate with Sontag was, in cident goes unmentioned in her jour-
In them, Sontag beats up on herself Moser’s telling, always shadowed by ab- nals.” In another unmentioned incident
for just about everything it is possible ject fear and insecurity, increasingly ac- (until Moser mentions it), Levine is sur-
to beat up on oneself for short of mur- companied by the unattractive behavior prised when Sontag tells him that she
der. She lies, she cheats, she betrays that fear and insecurity engender. The is going to pick up her son from a school-
confidences, she pathetically seeks the dauntingly erudite, strikingly handsome mate’s house: “This is not Susan. Why
approval of others, she fears others, she woman who became a star of the New is she going to pick up her son? I didn’t
talks too much, she smiles too much, York intelligentsia when barely thirty, say anything. When she came back she
she is unlovable, she doesn’t bathe often after publishing the essay “Notes on put David to bed and then she said,
enough. In February, 1960, she lists “all Camp,” and who went on to produce ‘Guess what? I knocked on the door. It
the things that I despise in myself . . . book after book of advanced criticism was the Dakota ’ . . . She knocked on the
being a moral coward, being a liar, being and fiction, is brought low in this biog- door, and who opened the door? . . . Of
indiscreet about myself + others, being raphy. She emerges from it as a person course she knew who was opening the
a phony, being passive.” In August, 1966, more to be pitied than envied. door. Lauren Bacall.”
she writes of “a chronic nausea—after If the journals authenticate Moser’s “I loved Susan,” Leon Wieseltier said.
I’m with people. The awareness (after- dire portrait, his interviews with friends, “But I didn’t like her.” He was, Moser
awareness) of how programmed I am, lovers, family members, and employees writes, speaking for many others. Roger
how insincere, how frightened.” In Feb- deepen its livid hue. Why do people Deutsch, another friend, reported, “If
54 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019
© THE RICHARD AVEDON FOUNDATION; OPPOSITE: LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
Susan Sontag, New York, August 29, 1977. Sontag’s life was, in Moser’s telling, always shadowed by abject fear and insecurity.
KNOW IT ALL
lives in exile in Russia, has fielded and
dodged a lot of questions about those
parts of his life. Critics charge him with
Edward Snowden and the culture of whistle-blowing. evasion and distortion; supporters see a
becoming honesty and the nobility of
BY JILL LEPORE an unimpeachable integrity. Readers will
split over his book, too, without actu-
ally learning much, except about the
mind of a gamer. Most of the book
chronicles not Snowden’s disclosures
and their consequences but his child-
hood, adolescence, and early adulthood,
game by game, from the Nintendo En-
tertainment System to the National Se-
curity Agency.
“I used to work for the government,”
Snowden begins, “but now I work for
the public.” In 2013, Snowden’s disclo-
sures proved that the N.S.A. had been
conducting surveillance on the entire
U.S. population, by way of a series of
top-secret programs staggering in their
scale and intrusiveness, including the
bulk collection of telephone records in
the form of metadata that was acquired
from telecommunications companies.
The scale of Snowden’s heist was also
staggering. The N.S.A. claims that he
stole 1.7 million classified documents.
Snowden disputes this number, but, even
if the actual number is quite a lot smaller,
it’s likely that he stole more documents
than he was able to read.
Snowden is a controversial figure,
and whistle-blowing, which is how
Snowden describes what he did, is a
contentious subject, especially when it
ne of Edward J. Snowden’s earli- is the second kind. As a kid, he read concerns intelligence operations. Much
O est memories is of sneaking around
the house and turning back the time on
about King Arthur, and his family name
comes from Snaw Dun, a mountain in
of the controversy, in Snowden’s case,
divides along what can appear to be
all the clocks in the hope of tricking his Wales on top of which the legendary merely a matter of opinion: Is he a pa-
parents into letting him stay up late to ruler is said to have slain a terrible giant triot or a traitor? Obama’s Justice De-
watch more TV. Another is of the day by sticking a sword in his eye. Snowden partment charged him with treasonous
his father brought home a Commodore makes a lot of this Tolkien-y sort of federal crimes under the 1917 Espio-
64 and how exciting it was, that very thing—avatars, portents of destiny, signs nage Act. Snowden’s defenders view
first time, to hold a joystick. Snowden’s of greatness. these charges as wrongheaded; his crit-
new autobiography, “Permanent Record” “Permanent Record” offers less than ics suggest that he ought to face trial,
(Metropolitan), is the autobiography of what most readers will want of the John even though, since the material he stole
a gamer, pale and bleary-eyed and glued le Carré-meets-Jason Bourne stuff: why, was classified, any proceeding would be
to his screen, longing for invincibility. at the age of twenty-eight, while work- closed to the public, a condition that,
Some people write memoirs; other peo- ing for a defense contractor, Snowden as a rule, makes a fair trial awfully un-
ple craft legends. Snowden, who once decided to smuggle top-secret computer likely. People who consider Snowden a
aspired to be a model and is in some files from the U.S. government and give patriot argue that exposing the N.S.A.’s
quarters regarded as a modern messiah, them to reporters at the Guardian and mass-surveillance program was both a
public service and an act of heroism.
Snowden has been called a patriot and a traitor. In his memoir, he’s a gamer. People who consider Snowden a traitor
60 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY MATT CHASE
argue that his disclosures set U.S. coun- conduct to the public. She argues that curity and systems administration, had
terterrorism efforts back by years, and Americans support whistle-blowing been privatized.
endangered American intelligence in theory, but, in practice, they treat Snowden currently heads the board
agents and their sources all over the whistle-blowers badly. They also tend of the nonprofit Freedom of the Press
world. Some also point to the circum- not to like them. “Whistleblowers are Foundation, which was established in
stances of his flight and exile: because by definition troublemakers,” Stanger 2012 by, among others, Daniel Ellsberg.
Snowden first sought refuge in Hong writes. “For that reason, they can be In 1971, Ellsberg leaked to the New York
Kong and has been granted temporary difficult people.” Times and the Washington Post forty-
asylum in Russia (due to expire in 2020), Laws protecting government whis- seven volumes of classified documents
it has been variously alleged, without tle-blowers from retaliation have been about the Vietnam War which came to
proof, that he did not act alone, that he on the books in the United States since be called the Pentagon Papers. (Unlike
shared American military secrets with 1778, when, in the wake of a scandal in Snowden, Ellsberg, a former marine
China, and that he’s a dupe of Putin. the Navy, Congress resolved that “it is with a Ph.D. in economics, had held
Snowden denies these accusations. the duty of all persons in the service of positions of considerable influence: he’d
The patriot-traitor divide should be the United States, as well as all other in- served as an adviser in Vietnam and
less a matter of opinion than a matter habitants thereof, to give the earliest in- helped draft some of the reports that
of law, but the law here is murky. On formation to Congress or any other made up the Pentagon Papers, and he’d
the one hand, you might think, if proper authority of any misconduct, read all of them.) In New York Times
Snowden is a patriot who did what he frauds or misdemeanors committed by Co. v. United States (1971), the Supreme
did for the good of the country, then he any officers or persons in the service of Court ruled the publication of the pa-
deserves not only the protection of First these states, which may come to their pers to be constitutional, but the Nixon
Amendment freedom of speech but also knowledge.” In “Crisis of Conscience: Justice Department pursued charges
the legal shelter afforded whistle-blow- Whistleblowing in an Age of Fraud” against Ellsberg under the 1917 Espio-
ers, under legislation that includes the (Riverhead), Tom Mueller dates legis- nage Act all the same. So desperate was
1989 Whistleblower Protection Act— lation having to do with corporate whis- Nixon for a conviction that his “plumb-
except that Snowden signed an oath not tle-blowers to the Civil War, when Con- ers” broke into the office of Ellsberg’s
to disclose government secrets, and nei- gress passed the False Claims Act of psychiatrist in the hope of finding evi-
ther the Whistleblower Protection Act 1863, to encourage private citizens, re- dence to discredit him. The arrest of the
nor its many revisions and amendments ferred to as “relators,” to help counter plumbers led both to the dropping of
extend its protections to people who corruption among military contractors the charges against Ellsberg and to the
disclose classified intelligence. On the by initiating suits for fraud on behalf of great unravelling known as Watergate.
other hand, you might think, if Snowden the government. (The Department of But the exposure of classified intelli-
is a traitor whose actions put his coun- Justice did not then exist.) Relators who gence still falls into a different bin from
try at risk, the Justice Department was could prove fraud were to be rewarded all other kinds of whistle-blowing. Since
right to charge him under the Espio- with a portion of any recovered money. 1978, whistle-blowing that risks na-
nage Act—except that it doesn’t sound They still are. tional security has been a contradiction
as though he were a spy. (Unlike Julian Whistle-blowing, at least by that in terms. If you steal classified docu-
Assange, Snowden has criticized Putin, breezy name, is on the rise. In the years ments, you can’t be a whistle-blower.
and the F.B.I. believes that Snowden since Congress passed a sweeping revi- Then, there’s the question of legality.
acted alone.) “Permanent Record” doesn’t sion of the False Claims Act, in 1986, In the summer of 2013, when Snowden
settle any of these questions, or even relators have recovered sixty billion dol- gave an apparently countless number of
evince much concern about them. In- lars in misspent taxpayer money. “This stolen files to the press, the question of
stead, Snowden appears to have other is the age of the whistleblower,” Muel- whether the N.S.A.’s mass-surveillance
worries. “Forgive me if I come off like ler observes. Mueller, who interviewed program was unconstitutional was, at
a dick,” he writes, knowingly. more than two hundred whistle-blow- least in a narrowly legal sense, unre-
ers and profiles half a dozen, focusses solved. Behind closed doors, both Con-
“S nowden could one day be seen as
America’s first traitor-patriot,” the
on the corporate kind, especially in the
health-care and finance industries. Stan-
gress and the White House had ap-
proved the program under the authority
political scientist Allison Stanger writes, ger sets corporate whistle-blowing aside, of the 2001 Patriot Act. In public, the
less King Arthur than King Solomon, declaring it a separate case. But the age N.S.A. denied that the program even
in “Whistleblowers: Honesty in Amer- of the whistle-blower is also an age of existed. “Does the N.S.A. collect any
ica from Washington to Trump” (Yale). corruption, deregulation, and privatiza- type of data at all on millions or hun-
Stanger interviewed Snowden for her tion in which the border between the dreds of millions of Americans?” a Sen-
book, a brisk and interesting history public and the private sectors is as thin ate committee had asked the director
of people who, while working for the as a dollar bill. Snowden, notwithstand- of National Intelligence, James Clap-
government, find out about terrible ing his “I used to work for the govern- per, early in 2013. “No, sir,” he answered.
things the government is doing, includ- ment” line, never did; he worked for a “Not wittingly.” Lying to Congress is
ing waste, fraud, mismanagement, and series of private companies, because the against the law. After Snowden’s revela-
abuse of authority, and expose that mis- kinds of services he provided, mainly se- tions, Presidential advisers recommended
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 61
that the Obama Administration make office at the Pentagon—and his father At least, the way he tells it, he has be-
changes to the program, which, as they and mother worked for the government. lieved his whole life that he knows more
also pointed out, had been almost en- “Both my parents had top secret clear- than everyone around him. His teach-
tirely ineffective, but they did not find ances,” he writes, which is about the ers were idiots. His co-workers were id-
it to be unconstitutional. In 2014, after most loving thing he says about either iots. His bosses were idiots. Idiots, idi-
the Times described Snowden as a whis- of them. Soon he could beat his father ots, idiots. Delete, delete, delete. Game
tle-blower, some government officials at Mario Kart, Double Dragon, and over. Reset. New game.
insisted that he wasn’t: because what he Street Fighter. “I was significantly The great passion of Snowden’s au-
exposed wasn’t illegal, he was merely a better than him at all those games,” tobiography is his anguished love for the
leaker. This nicety is hard to take. Glenn Snowden writes. “Almost immediately, very early Internet. Online in the nine-
Greenwald, the reporter I grasped the limitations teen-nineties, he could be anonymous,
who broke the Snowden of gaming systems,” he on bulletin boards, and on massively
story, asked, “If disclosing says of himself, at age multiplayer online role-playing games
proof that top-level na- seven, jumping up a level, like Ultima Online, which he played so
tional security officials lied leaving mere game con- constantly that his parents installed a
outright to Congress about soles behind. second phone line so that he could have
domestic spying programs When Snowden was unlimited access. On Ultima Online,
doesn’t make one indis- eight, his family moved to players choose an alternate identity, an
putably a whistle-blower, Maryland, near Fort Meade, “alt”; you can be a wizard or a warrior or
then what does?” where the N.S.A. is head- a tinkerer or a thief. “I could toggle be-
In May, 2015, the U.S. quartered, and his father tween these alts with a freedom that was
Court of Appeals for the brought home a Compaq unavailable to me in off-line life, whose
Second Circuit, upholding the earlier Presario 425. “From the moment it ap- institutions tend to regard all mutabil-
opinion of a lower court, ruled that the peared, the computer and I were insep- ity as suspicious,” Snowden writes. On-
N.S.A.’s bulk collection of Americans’ arable,” Snowden writes. A disconsolate line, he could be whoever he wanted to
telephone metadata violated the terms little boy began to shut out the real world. be. And he could make the world be the
of the Patriot Act. The next month, Hitting Enter on his first computer is way he wanted it to be.
Congress passed the USA Freedom Act, the only encounter he describes as hav- Disillusionment, in this life story, is
which prohibited the N.S.A. from col- ing been worth his time. “No teacher had watching the wrecking of the Internet.
lecting that metadata. Stanger argues ever been so patient, yet so responsive,” “To grow up is to realize the extent to
that before 2015 Snowden was a leaker, he writes. “Nowhere else—certainly not which your existence has been governed
but that after 2015 he was a whistle- at school, and not even at home—had I by a system of rules, vague guidelines,
blower. It’s a Catch-22: if Snowden hadn’t ever felt so in control.” and increasingly unsupportable norms
broken the law to point out that the With the Compaq, he started going that have been imposed on you with-
government had broken the law, what online. “Internet access, and the emer- out your consent,” Snowden writes, offer-
the government had done wouldn’t have gence of the Web, was my generation’s ing a definition of adulthood that bet-
broken the law. big bang,” he writes. “From the age of ter describes arrested development. He
twelve or so, I tried to spend my every left high school after a year. He went
dward Joseph Snowden was born waking moment online.” The offline to community college for a while. He
E in North Carolina in 1983. When
he was six, he got a Nintendo for Christ-
world was horrible. His parents’ marriage
was falling apart. He stopped going to
posted a lot of stuff on bulletin boards,
including a Japanese anime site where,
mas and fell in love with the Legend of school. He stopped sleeping. Nintendo in April, 2002, when he was eighteen,
Zelda, which, let me be clear, remains had been his education; the Internet be- he uploaded a short autobiography called
the greatest of all Nintendo games. But came his everything. “The Internet was “The Book of Ed,” illustrated with a
for Snowden, a lonely and seemingly my sanctuary; the Web became my jun- cartoon of himself, a bitmoji before they
miserable kid, the Legend of Zelda was gle gym, my treehouse, my fortress, my were called bitmojis, wearing a T-shirt
much more than a game. Super Mario classroom without walls.” This sounds that reads “I ♥ Me”:
Bros., he says, taught him about mor- less like a childhood than like an exper- I like Japanese, I like food, I like martial
tality. Mario runs into bad guys; he falls iment in human deprivation. arts, I like ponies, I like guns, I like food, I
into pits; he gets crushed by spikes.There He spent endless hours on gaming like girls, I like my girlish figure that attracts
are so many ways to die. Nintendo “was sites looking for cheat codes for his fa- girls, and I like my lamer friends.
my real education,” Snowden writes. “I vorite games, Doom and Quake. There’s That’s the best biography you’ll get out of
me, coppers! . . . I really am a nice guy, though.
am being perfectly sincere,” he insists, a thing in gaming known as “god-mode,”
in a book loaded with I’m-not-a-dick where, temporarily, you can play invis- In the spring of 2004, Snowden joined
asides in which the author begs the ibly and even invincibly. But god-mode the Army reserves but, five months later,
reader to believe him, and to like him. conjures something more, a way of be- washed out of basic training. Not long
Snowden came from a military fam- ing outside the game, above the game. afterward, on an early dating site called
ily—one of his grandfathers was a rear Around puberty, Snowden appears to HotOrNot, he met a twenty-year-old
admiral in the Coast Guard with an have gone into god-mode and got stuck. photographer and pole dancer named
62 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019
Lindsay Mills. (They married in 2017.) C.I.A. Snowden says he began search- down my unease.” Still, he was upset.
In 2005, he became a contractor for ing for evidence of a mass-surveillance So he kept digging. Eventually, he came
American intelligence services, work- program before being posted to Japan, across a classified report that provided
ing as a security guard. later that year, where he worked for Perot the evidence he’d been looking for.
Systems (which was acquired by Dell Snowden has claimed that he alerted
histle-blowing is very often an soon afterward), at the N.S.A.’s Pacific more than ten officials at the N.S.A.
W upstanding act of courage, un-
dertaken at great personal cost, and re-
Technical Center, at Yokota Air Base.
His job there, he says, was “helping to
about his discovery and expressed his
alarm. He has provided no support for
sulting in great public good. But the connect the NSA’s systems architecture this claim. The N.S.A. says he reported
presence of a lot of whistle-blowing— with the CIA’s.” To do this work, he his concerns to no one. “There were other
an age of whistle-blowing—isn’t a sign had extraordinary access to classified avenues available for somebody whose
of a thriving democracy or a healthy documents, far above his standing in conscience was stirred and thought that
business world; it’s a sign of a weak the intelligence community. they needed to question government
democracy and a sick business world. He began prowling around. “To find actions,” Obama said at a press confer-
When institutions are working well, ei- out about even a fraction of the malfea- ence in 2013. The classified documents
ther they don’t engage in misconduct sance, you had to go searching,” Snowden Snowden released to the press contained
or their internal mechanisms discover, explains. “And to go searching, you had a good deal more than evidence of the
thwart, and punish it. Democracies have to know that it existed.” N.S.A. mass- surveillance of American citizens; they
checks and balances, including investi- surveillance programs had been the sub- included, for instance, a 2006 memo de-
gations, ethics committees, and elec- ject of the 1998 film “Enemy of the State,” tailing the N.S.A.’s monitoring of the
tions. Businesses have regulations, com- starring Will Smith; of the 2000 Nin- telephone conversations of thirty-five
pliance departments, and inspections. tendo 64 video game Perfect Dark; and unnamed world leaders, which led the
Whistle-blowing is necessary when these of Patrick Radden Keefe’s 2005 book, German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, to
safeguards fail. But to celebrate whis- “Chatter: Dispatches from the Secret charge the Obama Administration with
tle-blowing as anything other than a World of Global Eavesdropping.” But tapping her phone, causing a diplomatic
last resort is to give up on institutions. Snowden says he began to suspect that uproar. “I think it is fair to say that the
An act of whistle-blowing is more the United States was engaged in mass senior leadership of the NSA probably
than an accusation of specific miscon- surveillance only after being assigned hate me a little bit,” Snowden told Stan-
duct; it’s an indictment of an entire sys- to assess China’s surveillance capabili- ger, as if this were personal.
tem of accountability. Whistle-blowers ties. “I had the sneaking sense while I Snowden writes that, when he reached
don’t say, “My company sells drugs that was looking through all this China ma- the end of his quest, he “felt more adult
make you sicker.” They say, “My com- terial that I was looking at a mirror and than ever, but also cursed with the
pany sells drugs that make you sicker seeing a reflection of America,” he writes. knowledge that all of us had been re-
and my company knows it’s doing this “And although you should hate me for duced to something like children, who’d
and I alerted my bosses and asked them it, I have to say that at the time I tamped be forced to live the rest of our lives
to stop it and they won’t, because they
are making piles of money off this scam.”
Whistle-blowers have a lot in common
with one another. Most discover abuses
while holding positions of power within
their organizations, often in oversight
roles. They typically report those abuses
to their superiors, repeatedly, for months
and even years, before seeking help out-
side their organizations, usually from
lawyers or other advocates. Less fre-
quently, they go straight to the press.
Snowden doesn’t fit any part of this
pattern. Early in his training, he was
upbraided for failing to follow the chain
of command. He never held a position
of influence or oversight within the in-
telligence community. He didn’t come
across evidence of wrongdoing. He went
looking for it. Stanger says that Snowden
began “siphoning off classified infor-
mation” from the servers on which he
worked beginning in 2009, when he was
sent to Geneva as a contractor for the “Don’t sit there—it’s wet.”
under omniscient parental supervision.” a punch card for every American. By vast program of domestic surveillance
He’d been finding the offline world an- 1966, as the Senate Judiciary Commit- conducted by the U.S. military. By 1974,
noying for a long time, and now the tee reported, the federal government held, there had been so much documentation
N.S.A. had wrecked the online world, in separate agencies, computer files con- of government-run and computer-stored
too. He unsheathed Excalibur. taining “more than 3 billion records on and processed surveillance of civilians
individuals, including 27.2 billion names, that Congress passed the Privacy Act,
he U.S. government has collected 2.3 billion addresses, 264 million crimi- which opened with this indictment: “In-
T information about Americans since
the first federal census, in 1790. At every
nal histories, 280 million mental health
records, 916 million profiles on alcohol-
creasing use of computers and sophisti-
cated information technology, while es-
point in American history when the gov- ism and drug addiction, and 1.2 billion sential to the efficient operations of the
ernment has stepped up those efforts, financial records.” That year, Americans Government, has greatly magnified the
clandestine or not, citizens have pro- debated a proposal for establishing a Na- harm to individual privacy that can occur.”
tested and resisted, some number of tional Data Center, a peer to the Library Passed when Americans’ distrust of gov-
Americans greeting each new regime as of Congress (which holds books) and ernment was at a high point, given the
marking the end of American freedom. the National Archives (which holds man- betrayals of Vietnam and Watergate, the
As the gifted historian Sarah Igo argues uscripts), to store all the data on a cen- Privacy Act failed to protect individuals’
in “The Known Citizen: A History of tral computer. Congress convened hear- private data from corporations. Concern
Privacy in Modern America” (Harvard), ings on “computers and the invasion of about the capture of personal data seemed
within this long fight lie the origins of privacy.” Critics warned of “data surveil- to be directed only at the government.
most modern ideas about both privacy lance.” “The citizen concerned about the (Bell Telephone Company, for instance,
and citizenship, including the idea of the erosion of his privacy has until now had had been collecting bulk data about its
“private citizen.” Americans complained some consolation in knowing that all customers to the best of its ability since
in the eighteen-seventies, when the fed- these records about his life have been its founding, in 1877.) At Senate com-
eral government was found to be open- widely dispersed and often difficult to mittee hearings in 1975, the Deputy As-
ing people’s mail. They complained in get at,” Vance Packard wrote in the Times. sistant Secretary of Defense was asked
the nineteen-teens, after the founding “But today, with the advent of giant so- whether ARPANET, the Pentagon-run
of the F.B.I., which spied on socialists phisticated computers capable of stor- precursor to the Internet, was secretly
and African-American “subversives.” ing and recalling vast amounts of infor- collecting information about American
They complained about draft-registra- mation, this consolation is vanishing.” citizens. “It is a marvel in many ways,”
tion cards, drivers’ licenses, and every The proposed National Data Center he answered, but it “simply does not fit
other government-issued identification, died. But data surveillance endured. the Orwellian mold attributed to it.”
as forms of tracking and surveillance, in- In 1971, Senate hearings on federal But Snowden’s interest in the N.S.A.’s
cluding, after 1935, Social Security cards, data banks revealed the existence of a surveillance program appears to have
had as much to do with the vanishing
Internet of his childhood as with the
overreach of the national-security state.
In 2011, after four years of living abroad,
Snowden returned to the United States.
“Contradictory thoughts rained down
like Tetris blocks, and I struggled to sort
them out—to make them disappear,”
he writes. Working at Dell, under a
contract for the C.I.A., he felt that
Americans had become pitiful victims
of their own government. “The Inter-
net I’d grown up with, the Internet that
had raised me, was disappearing,” he
writes. “And with it, so was my youth.”
He was twenty-seven.
Snowden subscribes to the theory of
a Once Great Internet, a techno-utopia
in which boys and men could be free and
anonymous and undiscoverable and un-
governable. “Back then, being online was
another life, considered by most to be
separate and distinct from Real Life,” he
writes. “The virtual and the actual had
not yet merged. And it was up to each
“She’s a little sensitive to gluten.” individual user to determine for them-
selves where one ended and the other
began. It was precisely this that was so
inspiring: the freedom to imagine some- BRIEFLY NOTED
thing entirely new, the freedom to start
over.” This is the anarchists’ Internet, Last Witnesses, by Svetlana Alexievich, translated from the Rus-
promoted by countercultural figures, in- sian by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky (Random House).
cluding Stewart Brand, of the Whole Earth In this sweeping oral history of life during the Second World
Catalog, and John Perry Barlow, the for- War, interviews with men and women who were children at
mer Grateful Dead lyricist, and advanced the time coalesce into a haunting picture of how life is mu-
by libertarians and anti-antitrust conser- tilated by war. First published in 1985, in the Soviet Union,
vatives led by Newt Gingrich and George and appearing now in English for the first time, the book
Gilder. Their Internet isn’t the Internet documents the terrible swiftness with which modest plea-
we lost; it’s the Internet we got, under sures—going to the cinema, relishing a lilac’s bloom—were
the terms of the 1996 Telecommunica- swept aside by brutality. Children often witnessed horror
tions Act, a Gingrich-and-Gilder trav- without comprehending it: a seven-year-old boy hears human
esty, signed by Bill Clinton, that shielded bones cracking “like ripe pumpkins,” and a girl in a German
the Internet from government regula- camp, remembering a friend who died while they were there
tion and made it a commercial free-for- together, thinks, “I wanted to tell her about my angel.”
all. Google, Facebook, and Amazon know
far, far more about most Americans than Fashionopolis, by Dana Thomas (Penguin Press). The collapse,
the N.S.A. does. But Snowden came to in 2013, of the Rana Plaza, in Bangladesh, was the deadliest
believe that the forces that ruined the garment-factory disaster in history. Beginning with that event,
Internet of his boyhood were less the this investigation into the fashion industry’s manufacturing
forces of libertarianism that left corpo- practices proceeds to indict its exploitation of workers and
rations unchecked, giving rise to endless its cavalier attitude toward environmental damage. “Fast fash-
forms of capture, tracking, mining, and ion” behemoths, with their landfill-choking wares and de-
manipulation, than the forces of govern- pendence on sweatshops, feature in the most alarming sec-
ment that, under the expansive author- tions, but Thomas, a longtime fashion journalist, also inspects
ity of the 2001 Patriot Act, made the In- the unsustainable offshoring and cost-cutting habits of smaller
ternet a place where it was impossible to companies. Detours into the efforts of firms attempting to
be unknown and ungoverned. He wanted produce their goods through gentler methods offer a glimpse
to end that game. Reset. New game. into how consumerism, slowed to a less ferocious pace, might
In 2012, after taking a disability leave, be reconciled with sustainability.
Snowden moved to Hawaii to work as
a contractor at an N.S.A. facility in Oahu. Night Boat to Tangier, by Kevin Barry (Doubleday). Two aging
He was determined to know everything Irish drug smugglers sit in a Spanish ferry terminal trading
about how the agency was trying to know absurd jokes and quasi-philosophical banter in this tautly
everything. He wrote a program to flag written novel. As they desultorily touch on the calamities of
any unusual documents that were mov- our time, including the refugee crisis, the men prepare for
ing through the traffic of the Joint World- another kind of drama—the estranged daughter of one of
wide Intelligence Communication Sys- them may be making her way through the port that night.
tem. In 2013, he took a lower-paying job Dreamlike snippets of their louche and violent youths give
working for Booz Allen Hamilton, in depth to a portrait of the pair, who must reckon with the re-
order to gain access to more classified mains of dissolute years spent passing between Ireland and
information. He writes, “I was resolved Spain. “There comes a time,” one of them says, “when you
to bring to light a single, all-encompass- just have to live among your ghosts.”
ing fact: that my government had devel-
oped and deployed a global system of Dominicana, by Angie Cruz (Flatiron). At the age of fifteen,
mass surveillance without the knowledge the narrator of this poignant novel embarks on a marriage to
or consent of its citizenry.” He neared a much older man, who promises to move her (and, one day,
the eye of the giant. the rest of her family) from the Dominican Republic to Amer-
On his desk, Snowden kept a pocket ica. When the young woman arrives in New York, she con-
U.S. Constitution, propped up against a fronts a loveless relationship and a frighteningly foreign city,
Rubik’s Cube. He stored the files he stole but currents of desire eventually take shape, and compel her
on micro SD cards, smaller than postage to fight for her autonomy. In nimble prose, Cruz animates
stamps. He’d pry off a square of his Ru- the simultaneous reluctance and vivacity that define her main
bik’s Cube, tuck an SD card inside, jam character as she attempts to balance filial duty with personal
the square back on, and walk out the door. fulfillment, and contends with leaving one home to build an-
This move did not end the game. other that is both for herself and for her family.
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 65
in the midforties, the George Wash
A CRITIC AT LARGE ington Carver Art School. During the
years of his apprenticeship as an artist,
The two men didn’t know each other hardworking single Jamaican mother, Hughes was trying to explain black
well, but it was not unusual for younger he had learned young that a strong ness—and DeCarava’s photographs of
artists to seek out the famous author. work ethic was the key to advancement. it—to white people.
In the more than two decades since By the time he met Hughes, he had Still, the book was a critical and com
Hughes—who was originally from Jop toiled for several years as an illustrator mercial success, and it no doubt was
lin, Missouri—had decided to make his for an advertising firm. A skilled drafts part of what allowed DeCarava to quit
home in Harlem, he had opened his man, painter, and printmaker, he had his job and devote the rest of his life to
doors to fledgling writers, painters, per developed his various talents first at the photography. By the time he died, his
formers, and the like, who came look now defunct Textile High School, on body of work had come together to
ing for his genial counsel about their West Eighteenth Street, and then at form, among other things, a monumen
work and their lives. Enormously pro the Cooper Union School of Art, the tal poetics of blackness, one that ex
ductive, Hughes was, at the time, one Harlem Community Art Center, and, plored the ways in which race can define
a person’s style and essence, and made
“Jimmy Garrison,” c. 1961: DeCarava’s work is alive with the experience of being. it clear how poorly or negligently the
66 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 PHOTOGRAPH BY ROY DECARAVA
color black had been used in much of and spans more than half a century of than they could be, but it’s never unin-
American photography before DeCa- picture-making (though the images are teresting to see what DeCarava saw.
rava came along. not hung in chronological order), that The shows were curated by the art-
DeCarava photographed on a kind of ist’s widow, the art historian Sherry
he two tremendous shows of De- emotional slant. His phenomenal 1952 Turner DeCarava, and she has done a
T Carava’s black-and-white work
currently on view at the David Zwirner
portrait of a girlish, hip, centered Billie
Holiday is unusual in that she is facing
great job of distilling the work without
memorializing her husband, so that what
Gallery—“Light Break,” at the space the camera, relating to DeCarava with emerges is as much the narrative of a
on West Nineteenth Street, and “the what looks like a mixture of curiosity, thinker as that of an artist. Whereas
sound i saw,” on East Sixty-ninth—are flirtatiousness, and defiance: “This is some photographers, such as Weegee
the first large-scale exhibitions of his me,” she seems to say. “Here I am, and and Garry Winogrand, seem to react
photographs to be mounted in New who are you?” That kind of exchange is quickly, with great verve and energy, and
York since a 1996 retrospective at the rare. A number of the well-known black only after the fact question what they’ve
Museum of Modern Art, and the tim- people whose images appear in “Light done, DeCarava—especially in the thirty
ing couldn’t be more ideal. It’s wonder- Break” and “the sound i saw” grew up silver-gelatin photographs about musi-
ful, during this age of agitprop and ques- or had family in the South at a time cians and black music that make up “the
tions about who gets to speak for whom, when being black and being looked at sound i saw”—thought about thinking,
to be reminded of the delicacy that one was, to put it mildly, a complicated prop- and then improvised around those
can find in art, a fineness of sensibility osition. It was no doubt frightening for thoughts. The pictures that grab your
that eludes a blatantly political reading. some of DeCarava’s subjects to feel seen heart in “the sound i saw” are the ones
Not that DeCarava will escape those in this way, and the shy, big, and deli- that study the subjects’ relationship to
readings entirely; the majority of his cate John Coltrane, who doesn’t look their art. No one has ever captured Lena
subjects are black, which means that toward the camera at all, is a prime ex- Horne’s pride in her work and her race
much of the response to his images will ample of the difficulty of trying to dis- better than DeCarava did in his 1957
be, de facto, sociological, addressing the tinguish between being viewed and being portrait “Count Basie and Lena Horne.”
so-called marginalization of the people perceived as a target. Horne is visibly in love with all that
depicted. But there is no such thing as In another photograph from 1952, the Basie makes her feel as a musician and
the marginal in DeCarava’s photographs. legendary pianist and composer Mary as a black woman. As in the Williams
Women, musicians, vegetation, Har- Lou Williams sits off center in DeCar- portrait, whiteness—here the whiteness
lem: all of it is alive with the experience ava’s carefully considered framing. (Like of Horne’s turban, which sits like a bea-
of being. many of his contemporaries, DeCarava con at the top of the image—is used to
I’m not sure if the immediacy of pho- had great respect for Henri Cartier-Bres- underline the blackness in the photo-
tography—the ability to record one’s son’s ability to frame the “decisive mo- graph, black skin and black as a color
impressions of the world relatively ment” with dexterity and formal intel- that leads to black feeling and thought.
quickly—contributed to DeCarava’s love ligence.) Williams, her head turned, In 1950, DeCarava befriended a young
of the medium, but as a young black seems to be listening to something that’s photographer named Homer Page, who
man he knew something about how being said or is about to be said beyond was a protégé of Edward Steichen. (Stei-
ephemeral life could be, and about the the frame; she’s waiting to respond, and chen included several of DeCarava’s
forces around him that didn’t want him DeCarava is waiting with her. While photographs in his landmark 1955 ex-
to exist at all. Drafted into the Army in the picture is a photograph of Williams, hibition, “The Family of Man.”) It was
1942, he was first sent to Virginia, and it is also a study of the weight of black- Page who helped DeCarava develop his
then stationed in Fort Claiborne, Lou- ness: the blackness of the hair that tops unique printing style. Until then, Ga-
isiana, in the Jim Crow South. There, her slightly less dark face and the black lassi writes, DeCarava had been “print-
DeCarava experienced a racism so in- liquid intelligence of her eyes, offset by ing the negative to yield a convention-
tense that he broke down. In Peter Ga- the whiteness of her blouse. ally full range of contrast, from brilliant
lassi’s biographical essay for the MOMA DeCarava was always exploring ways white to dense black, thus rendering the
show, the artist recalled: to do photographically what he could picture brittle and harsh. After talking
do as a draftsman: make precise shapes with Page, he taught himself how to
The only place that wasn’t segregated in the on a white page. As he grew older, he make the image cohere by printing it
army was the psychiatric ward of the hospital.
I was there for about a month. I was in the looked for purer and purer shapes, un- more softly, in a narrower range of deep
army for about six or seven months altogether, encumbered by the drama of the indi- tones, thus breathing space and life into
but I had nightmares about it for twenty years. vidual. (In “Couples, Lake,” from 2001, a luxury of dark grays.” Gray is, of course,
for instance, mountains stand solidly on a color between black and white, and
The brilliant Lester Young played the far side of a lake. Closer to the viewer, it’s everywhere in DeCarava’s pictures,
his saxophone on a slant in order to on this side of the water, sits a row of like a veil between you and the situa-
achieve the sound he wanted, and one couples whose forms echo those of the tion being presented, more evidence of
gets the sense, while walking through mountains.) Sometimes the precision DeCarava’s gentility and watchfulness,
“Light Break,” which includes a hun- can make the pictures feel too much his commitment to finding the light in
dred and nineteen silver-gelatin prints like “fine art” and less troubling and free what others might consider darkness. ♦
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 67
result was unveiled, last year, along with
THE ART WORLD the official portrait of Barack Obama,
by Kehinde Wiley: the ex-President
BEHELD
seated and leaning forward, as if in in-
timate conversation. Barack’s charac-
teristic pose (I beg indulgence to use
Amy Sherald’s portraits. the couple’s first names, for convenience)
rather undercut Wiley’s signature man-
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL ner of investing contemporary subjects
with neo-early-nineteenth-century, Na-
poleonic grandeur. (Wiley compensated
by surrounding Barack with glorious
flowers.) In Sherald’s painting, Michelle
sits sideways and turns outward, with
her arms bare and her chin resting lightly
on the back of one hand. She wears an
immense cotton gown—by the designer
Michelle Smith—patterned with frag-
ments of eccentric abstract shapes adrift
on white, which fills most of the can-
vas that isn’t taken up by a light-blue
ground. Like some other commenters,
I was bemused, when I saw the work
in reproduction, by what seemed an
overwhelming of the wearer by the
worn. Then I visited the painting at the
Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery,
in Washington, D.C.
You must—and I mean absolutely
have to—see Sherald’s work in person,
if at all possible. Taking in the paint-
ing’s scale (it is six feet high by five feet
wide) and the sensitive suavity of its
brushwork (a tissue of touches, each a
particular decision), I decided that art-
ist and sitter had achieved a mind meld,
to buoyant effect. The dress amounts
to a symbol of Michelle’s public role—a
tall order for anyone—and the éclat
with which she performs it. But the
he subjects of Amy Sherald’s eight portraits worldly work to do and dis- gown becomes subsidiary when you
T strong oil portraits at Hauser &
Wirth impress with their looks, in both
tinctive pleasures to impart. Her style
is a simplified realism, worked from
meet Michelle’s gaze, which we’ve
glimpsed often since 2008, one of dis-
senses: striking elegance, riveting gazes. photographs that she stages and takes arming but seriously knowing irony,
In six of the pictures, the subjects stand of individuals who interest her, an ap- true to her roots even as she rises to
© AMY SHERALD. COURTESY THE ARTIST AND HAUSER & WIRTH
singly against bright monochrome proach much like that of the late, be- her station. Sherald riffs on the extrav-
grounds. (The other two works are more latedly celebrated painter Barkley Hen- agance of the spectacle while defer-
complicated.) They are young or young- dricks. Peculiar to Sherald is a consistent ring—as just another beholder, another
ish, attractive, stylishly dressed, and nuance, in her subjects’ expressions, citizen—to the integrity of the mien.
likely well-to-do—presentable people, which can take time to fully register— The work is a tour de force within the
presented. All are African-American. it’s so subtle. There is no palpable chal- constraint imposed by a political com-
Should this matter? It does in light of lenge. But there’s drama, starting with mission. Even so, it didn’t prepare me
the artist’s drive to, in her words, seek that of the show’s existence. for the more intense eloquence of Sher-
“versions of myself in art history and in Three years ago, Sherald was plucked ald’s present show: portraits commis-
the world.” Sherald, who is forty-six and from low-profile but substantial status sioned by herself, all but one painted
lives in New Jersey, revitalizes a long-lan- as an artist when Michelle Obama chose this year. She activates the double func-
guishing genre in painting by giving her to paint her official portrait. The tion of portraiture as the recognition
of a worldly identity and, in the best
Sherald’s “A single man in possession of a good fortune,” from 2019. instances, the surprise of an evident
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BLAME THEORY
more ambitious, too: a challenging work
of art about the intractable problem of
identity—the struggle of any individ-
A hate crime in Israel, on “Our Boys.” ual to maintain core values, when the
world demands nothing but solidarity
BY EMILY NUSSBAUM based on shared victimhood. The show
is unusually fearless about letting moral
discomfort linger, and manages to be
stirring without ever offering false hope,
a rarity for even the best-made dramas.
“Our Boys” (which was created by
three Israelis, two Jewish and one Arab:
Hagai Levi, who made “In Treatment”;
Joseph Cedar, of “Footnote”; and the di-
rector Tawfik Abu Wael) was bound to
attract controversy. During the run-up
to this month’s elections in Israel, Prime
Minister Benjamin Netanyahu attacked
it as anti-Semitic propaganda and urged
Israelis to boycott it. He also, in his Trump-
ian style, took aim at Keshet—which
has, not coincidentally, helped publicize
corruption allegations against him.
Netanyahu’s description is nonsense.
“Our Boys” is thoughtful and layered in
its portrayal of both Jews and Palestin-
ians. Like many diaspora Jews, I know
only a little about Israeli culture, but
even I recognize that the show has a
deep sense of specificity, from the
cramped Jerusalem kitchens to the gated
back yards in the settlements and the
streets lit by Ramadan lights as Muslim
families walk beneath. The series ex-
plores tensions between big-city secular
Ashkenazi Jews and ultra-Orthodox
Sephardic settlers, laying out divisions
few episodes into “Our Boys,” them says, making a dismissive gesture. within the families of the victims and
A Simon, an agent for the Shabak,
Israel’s internal security service, talks
“You sure?” Simon asks.
“Yes,” the cop says.
the perpetrators. It also dramatizes both
the broken and the functional aspects
with two policemen about a case that “So is my mother,” Simon says, of the Israeli justice system—which,
they are struggling to solve: the death by showing him a text message: “Thank through skilled police work, nailed the
burning of a sixteen-year-old Palestin- God Jews didn’t do this, take care.” killers of the Palestinian boy, Moham-
ian boy. He was abducted in the after- “Just like my mother,” the second med Abu Khdeir, in only a few days.
math of another horrific crime, Hamas’s cop replies—and holds up a similar text. What the show doesn’t do is focus
kidnapping and murder of three Jew- “Let’s recruit them,” Simon says. on the first crime, the murders of Naf-
ish teen-agers—students whose dis- It’s the world’s bleakest Jewish-mother tali Frenkel, Gilad Shaer, and Eyal
appearance united Israelis, first in the joke, a rare moment of humor in “Our Yifrah. Instead, it views that crisis from
hope that they would be rescued, and Boys,” a galvanic new series on HBO, a mediated distance, often showing pro-
then, once their bodies were discovered, co-produced with the Israeli network tests and rallies through screens—on
in grief and rage. Keshet. Ten episodes long, the show is phones and on TV—scanning crowds
Revenge seems to be the likely and a partly fictional deconstruction of a gathered at the Western Wall, praying
logical motive, but the cops reject it. hate crime that took place in 2014 and for the boys’ return, as their mothers
“Jews would never do this,” one of led directly to war in Gaza. It’s a story plead for their sons’ lives. This narra-
tive choice has divided viewers, but it
The show lets contradictory impulses smack against one another without resolution. feels purposeful: despite the title, this
70 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY YONATAN POPPER
is a story about one boy, Mohammed, Koler is a standout as the prickly, com- role in Mohammed’s kidnapping, and
and it is being told precisely because plex Dvora, a psychiatrist to the ultra- his family becomes anathema in Israel,
his death struck so many Israelis as be- Orthodox community, who is faced his community privately defends him
yond belief. At the funeral of the Jew- with a set of ethical quandaries: What and his cousin. Simon’s own brother ar-
ish teen-agers, Netanyahu said, “A deep is her obligation to a mentally fragile gues, “They’re good kids who got dragged
and wide moral abyss separates us from patient under investigation? To her into this by their crazy uncle.”
our enemies. They sanctify death, while country? To the community she serves? Avishai, who is played with a disci-
we sanctify life. They sanctify cruelty, Simon and Dvora are both riveting plined alienation by Adam Gabay, be-
while we sanctify compassion.” Yet, in figures, different kinds of detectives who comes the most daring narrative gam-
the first episode, we watch a young ultra- use emotional intuition to arrive at differ- bit in “Our Boys.” It’s not hard to relate
Orthodox man drift through a crowd ent notions of justice. They are also com- to the difficult decision-making of a
of protesters, clutching his guitar, ab- posite characters, based on the writers’ brilliant detective, grieving parents, or
sorbing the furious chants of “Death interviews with multiple agents and psy- a caring psychiatrist. It’s much harder
to the Arabs!” chiatrists. That’s a complicated ethical to consider the inner life of a sixteen-
The series’ central emphasis is on how choice of its own. But it ends up being year-old who kidnaps a boy because he
easily such dehumanizing rhetoric can effective, freeing the series to feel au- is Muslim. In the seventh episode, we
sway vulnerable minds, a theme that thentic without being literally true, en- are forced to inhabit Avishai’s unhappy
should feel uncomfortably relevant to abling it to enter into intimate, manip- head, as he confesses, stuttering, to the
American viewers. Still, the show’s great- ulative relationships—between agents acts that led to the crime. Theatrical ed-
est strength may be the way that it con- and suspects, shrinks and patients, and, iting blurs past and present: Simon
tains its own critiques, letting contradic- crucially, among participants in the locked stands at a gas pump, as we see the boys
tory impulses smack against one another universe of ultra-Orthodox settlers. pour gasoline into soda bottles, in flash-
without resolution. Even the most vil- The show covers a huge amount of back. For a moment, I nearly jumped
lainous character gets to make his case, ground, tracing the crime, the police ship, unwilling to experience the queasy
discounting what he perceives as the and political response, and, finally, the blend of sympathy and revulsion that
weakling, watery mind-set of Ashke- trial. Ironically, given Netanyahu’s at- the moment demands. But Avishai’s
nazic liturgy: “On the one hand, on the tacks on the media, “Our Boys” is espe- story is challenging in a meaningful way,
second hand, the third hand, the fourth cially damning toward television news, requiring something richer than empa-
hand—sometimes you need to pick up which let rumors—that Mohammed thy—something more like comprehen-
a sword and slaughter.” By the finale, was gay, among others—air unchecked. sion. The definition of modern terror-
every concern that a critical viewer might “This murder will be remembered as an ism that Simon winds up articulating
raise has been addressed. Characters argue honor killing forever. ‘Arabs killed a fag, is the one that the show wants us to
that Mohammed’s death is a “man bites that’s how it is,’” the man who planted face: not “cells” or blueprints but “some-
dog” exception; they debate the line be- the story says, smirking. “That’s how you one with mental issues, on the margins,
tween mental illness and fanaticism, the form public opinion.” somewhat racist, who reads ‘Death to
immense power gulf between Israeli cit- In the fifth episode, Simon goes un- Arabs’ or ‘Death to Jews’ on Facebook
izens and Palestinians suffering under dercover among the prime suspects, the and goes out and kills someone.” The
the occupation, the fraught notion of narcissistic owner of a Jerusalem eye- show’s title has a hidden meaning: teen-
collective punishment. At its heart, this glass shop and his nephews, all of them agers like Avishai are “our boys,” too.
is a show about the brutal economics of related to a prominent ultra-Orthodox In the end, “Our Boys” is simply not
empathy in a time of war: who gets it, rabbi. The cops bug their houses, tap interested in liberal hand-wringing, or
who deserves it, who is denied it. phones, and monitor alleyways from in what remains of the left in Israel; its
the sky. Simon—using his family knowl- interest is in confronting head on the
ony Arbid and Ruba Blal Asfour are edge of Mizrahi manners—embeds with taboo subject of what people say in pri-
J immensely poignant as Moham-
med’s parents, whose sorrow and panic
them, disguised as a reserve-duty sol-
dier. He gets invited to Shabbat din-
vate, when questions of security over-
ride all else. During Shabbat dinner, an
pervade the first few episodes, in which ner; he bonds with a local rabbi. He’s ultra-Orthodox rabbi and his guest, a
Mohammed disappears and then, once particularly drawn to Avishai, the six- Russian mathematician, argue that there
his body is found, is proclaimed the teen-year-old boy we glimpsed in ear- is, in fact, a Biblical justification for this
Dawn Martyr by fellow-Palestinians, lier episodes, weeping about the lost kind of revenge—and that, strategically
who pressure his parents not to lend teen-agers, floating through the pro- speaking, to defeat an irrational enemy
support to the Israeli trial. Shlomi tests with his guitar. you must be just as crazy. “That is why,
Elkabetz is coolly fascinating as the A failed Yeshiva student who is mathematically, one burned Arab boy is
soft-spoken Simon, a Moroccan-born paralyzed by O.C.D. and depression, very good,” the guest argues. “For Jews.”
agent in the Shabak’s Jewish Unit, which Avishai is stooped and silent. “I know A Shabak agent describes those words
investigates crimes perpetrated by Jews, his type,” Simon assures the other agents, as “incitement.” “What incitement?”
and who comes from the same Sephar- pegging the boy, initially, as “a leaf in the Simon says, in a weary tone. “My brother
dic ultra-Orthodox background as the wind,” with “zero capacity for violence.” could have said the same thing. So could
murder suspects. In later episodes, Noa Even once the truth emerges about his his kids and everyone I know.”
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“Ad Astra” is set in the near future.
THE CURRENT CINEMA Technology has leaped ahead, closely
followed by salesmanship. You can, for
NO MAN’S LAND
instance, fly Virgin to the moon. The
attendants charge you a hundred and
twentyfive dollars for a pillowandblan
“Ad Astra” and “Monos.” ket pack and offer a hot towel before
you land. Nice. There’s an outpost of
BY ANTHONY LANE DHL in the arrivals lounge, plus, one
presumes, a bunch of angry passengers,
car chase on the moon. Now, that’s So tight was his staging of a car chase, demanding to know why their baggage
A something I haven’t seen before.
Warmest congratulations to “Ad Astra,”
through torrents of blinding rain, in “We
Own the Night” (2007) that the only
has been sent to Pluto. McBride goes
along for the ride, though he’s using
therefore, for presenting a fresh spec way to top it, I suspect, was to go off the moon purely as an interplanetary
tacle to tired eyes. The cars in question planet. From “Little Odessa” (1994) to trampoline, from which he can bounce
are skeletal buggies, upgraded from the “The Lost City of Z” (2016), Gray has onward to Mars, and from Mars to the
lunar rovers that the folks on the last been brewing his particular blend of suburbs of Neptune.
three Apollo missions drove around, action and introspection. His characters His mission is not merely secret but
just for the hell of it. (And for the sci tend to lose themselves in physical personal. The surge that blew him off
the antenna was caused by an energy
pulse—one of many being squirted
through the void, to the detriment of
mankind, from somewhere in Neptune’s
rings. To be precise: from the last known
location of the Lima Project, an enter
prise so steeped in mystery that nobody
can say whether it was named for the
city or the bean. The commander of
the project was none other than Clifford
McBride (Tommy Lee Jones), Roy’s
father, who hasn’t been heard from in
almost thirty years. “Your father may
be hiding from us,” Roy is told. If there’s
anything more cosmically grumpy than
Tommy Lee Jones lost in space, scien
tists have yet to discover it, and Clifford
must be handled with care. The plan is
for Roy to nip to Mars and, once there,
In James Gray’s new movie, Brad Pitt plays an astronaut on a secret mission. to read out a typewritten message to his
dad from the bigwigs back on Earth.
ence of it, too. Honestly.) But the chase conflict or tests of endurance, only to Really? Is that it? Of the many remark
is a chase. We join a small convoy of draw back and lose themselves in able things about “Ad Astra,” the most
rovers, one of them bearing an impor themselves. McBride, in the latest film, remarkable of all is that the task of the
tant passenger, Major Roy McBride is a case in point. In a breathless early noble hero could basically have been
(Brad Pitt). Merrily they roll along, sequence, he is seen toiling on the out completed by fax.
across a bonewhite prairie of nothing side of the International Space Antenna, This fusion of the domestic and the
much. Suddenly, other buggies veer into which resembles a giant stick insect sus galactic keeps nagging away at creators
view, intent on pillage and theft. Space pended in the upper atmosphere; with of science fiction. In “Contact” (1997),
pirates! Bring ’em on! There is a crash, out warning, he is knocked off by a power Jodie Foster’s character gets whooshed
an exchange of fire, and the alarming surge and tumbles in free fall toward terra to a farflung solar system, where she
sight of McBride’s rover slewing over firma. Elsewhere, though, he shows an finds her late father standing on a beach
the lip of a crater. And the best thing aptitude for sitting still, staring shyly and assuring her that all is well. Then,
about the scene? It’s practically noise downward, and murmuring, “I will not we have the gangly monsters in “Arrival”
less. We might as well be watching a rely on anyone or anything.” Brad Pitt (2016), which somehow enable the lin
silent movie. One spaceman shooting fans, high on the bonhomie that he ra guist, played by Amy Adams, to reach
another, it turns out, makes the same diates in “Once Upon a Time . . . in Holly out to her daughter, who is yet to be
sound that your vacuum cleaner makes wood,” may well be flummoxed by this born. And let’s not even mention Darth
when it tries to swallow the rug. dual approach, and tempted to ask, What Vader. It is only natural, I suppose, that
“Ad Astra” is directed by James Gray. are you, dude, a rocket jock or a recluse? visions of the extraterrestrial should
72 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY RICHARD A. CHANCE
nudge us into reflecting on those whom awed, confused, and sad. It is a work of The setting remains unidentified,
we love or lose; on the other hand, one calculated grandeur, and, if you get the though the language is Spanish, and
great advantage of infinity is that it pro- chance to catch it in IMAX, and thus to your thoughts may turn toward the Co-
vides a welcome break from mortal gripes. revel in the breadth of its beauty, do so. lombian rebels of FARC, a number of
No doubt the McBrides have unresolved But there’s something small at the mov- whom have recently resumed opera-
issues, but Neptune does seem an aw- ie’s core—the smallness of cramped and tions. The use of juveniles as soldiers is
fully long way to go for family therapy. dissatisfied souls, who don’t like where more commonly associated with Africa
It is also, be warned, strictly man-to- they came from and aren’t sure how far and the Middle East, so where on earth
man. In the past, Gray has granted solid they should go. Never is the story more are we in this movie? In no man’s land,
roles to actresses such as Faye Dunaway, startling than when a spaceship, with I would say, much of it mountainous,
in “The Yards” (2000), and Gwyneth Roy on board, changes course, in mid- and so lofty that we look down on seas
Paltrow, in “Two Lovers” (2008), but the journey, to answer a distress call from of cloud. There are images in “Monos”
women of “Ad Astra” are given astro- another craft. That’s pretty much what to rival anything in “Ad Astra,” and mo-
nomically short shrift. Ruth Negga ap- the spaceship does in “Alien” (1979), too, ments when we have to remind our-
pears briefly as the boss of a Martian except that what happens there plants selves that Wolf and the gang belong
base, and Liv Tyler, as Roy’s estranged the squirming seed of everything else not to another world but to ours. The
wife, barely utters a word. Not that the that unfurls in the rest of the film. In extraordinary score, by Mica Levi, re-
guys are alive with glittering backchat; “Ad Astra,” by contrast, the diversion fuses to leave our nerves in peace.
McBride’s most faithful interlocutor is leads nowhere. It’s creepy and well staged, The second half of the fable takes
the nameless voice that talks him through but its only function is to make poor, us to lower altitudes, and there, it must
his psychological evaluations. What Gray brave, and beleaguered McBride freak be said, some of the magic evaporates.
yields to here, as Damien Chazelle did out just a little bit more. I hate to say so, We are now at jungle level, and the
in “First Man” (2018), is the alluring (and but I reckon Roy has the Wrong Stuff. focus shifts to a woman referred to as
dramatically useful) idea that astronauts Doctor ( Julianne Nicholson), who, hav-
are instinctive ruminators, whereas, as olf, Dog, Lady, Smurf, Bigfoot, ing been kept as a hostage by the young
any student of the space program can
tell you, the opposite is true. If you don’t
W Rambo, Swede, and Boom-
Boom. These are not the heroes of a
warriors, is bent upon escape. Her plight
is desperate but, for moviegoers, not
believe me, read “Carrying the Fire,” the haywire cartoon on TV, or the whim- wholly unfamiliar, whereas the dynamic
autobiography of Michael Collins, who pering occupants of a rescue shelter, but among her captors—to whom any po-
swung around the dark side of the moon, the principal characters—rural guer- litical cause feels ever more remote—
in 1969, while Armstrong and Aldrin rillas, male and female—in “Monos.” is discomfortingly new.
paced the surface. No one has ever been Though too old and too brutalized to What Landes has done is to revise,
more alone than Collins, and no one be children, they lack the constraints of and to render yet starker, the premise
has been saner or more good-humored. adulthood. They carry lethal weap- of “Lord of the Flies.” The inhabitants
Anyone prone to anxiety wouldn’t have ons, which they treat like toys. They are of “Monos” do not gradually shed the
been allowed within a quarter of a mil- trained by a grownup teacher, who is skin of civilized behavior; rather, they
lion miles of such a quest; anyone, that half their size. They lark around in mud, are all but skinless to start with. Why
is, like McBride, who gazes at his fel- like truants from school, yet they also else would the film begin in failing light,
low crew members and muses, in voice- surrender to animal lust, and two of with the kids playing soccer in blind-
over, “They seem at ease with them- them even undergo a form of mock-mar- folds? Darkness is their home.
selves. What must that be like?” riage. It doesn’t last.
“Ad Astra” is Gray’s most formida- “Monos” is the third film from the NEWYORKER.COM
ble paradox to date, liable to leave you Brazilian director Alejandro Landes. Richard Brody blogs about movies.
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