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If your preferred holiday flavor is more dry Martini than eggnog, consider celebrating the season with the
cabaret diva Meow Meow, who channels Ute Lemper, Édith Piaf, and other totems of jaded glamour in her
mascara-heavy persona. She’s part of a neo-cabaret scene that spikes nostalgia for bygone chanteuses with the
danger and urgency of performance art. (She has been known to crowd-surf.) Born Melissa Madden Gray,
in Australia, she comes to BAM’s Harvey Theatre, Dec. 12-14, with “A Very Meow Meow Holiday Show.”
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respectively, continue the parade of shiny stadium pop.—Julyssa Lopez Armisen).—Jay Ruttenberg (Dec. 14.)
Jubilee
live piano and trumpet. This year, he started
NIGHT LIFE another chapter as a singer. “VIISTA,” his new- Nowadays
est album, is jazzy and soulful, and the first The Brooklyn-based producer Jubilee, born
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead release in which he’s both the soundscapist Jessica Gentile, has long commingled straight-
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in and the primary vocalist. This performance forward house and techno with the more bump-
advance to confirm engagements. spotlights his mastery of old and his frontiers tious ends of hip-hop and dancehall; on her
of new.—Briana Younger (Dec. 12.) recently released second album, “Call for Lo-
cation,” any seams between those styles have
Christian McBride disappeared. The lean, spring-coiled grooves
Motor City Drum Ensemble of her tracks have enough heft to ably support
Village Vanguard a handful of guest vocalists—the most memo-
A nineties wunderkind who has fulfilled his Knockdown Center rable of whom is the U.K. chanter IQ, on the
early promise, the extraordinary bassist Chris- The German house d.j. Danilo Plessow, who slinky “Fulla Curve”—and to hold the stage on
tian McBride began as a staunch defender of works as Motor City Drum Ensemble, has their own, most charmingly on the neo-rave
mainstream jazz. His forays into such far-flung a deep and fluid sense of how to make every throwback “Disconnected.”—M.M. (Dec. 14.)
terrain as free improvisation and electrified funk side of dance-music history not just talk but
notwithstanding, he always returns to where his cohere. His “DJ-Kicks” mix CD, from 2011,
heart lies. His Inside Straight ensemble is a taut intertwines records by Sun Ra, Aphex Twin, Mount Eerie
quintet that includes the saxophonist Steve Wil- and the Afrobeat bandleader Geraldo Pino into a
son and the vibraphonist Warren Wolf.—Steve chugging groove and a ceaselessly alluring St. Ann & the Holy Trinity
Futterman (Dec. 10-15.) soundscape. His production work echoes that Phil Elverum has never shied away from stark,
spinning style, leaning heavily on roughly unwaveringly honest portraits of grief, nos-
chopped samples.—Michaelangelo Matos (Dec. 13.) talgia, heartbreak, and loss. His raw way of
ILLUSTRATION BY ALVA SKOG
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and absolutely own the festivities the way this The people responsible for the atten- guests from New York City Ballet. The music
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diva extraordinaire does—a draw in any de- tion-getting juggling in the recent Metro- is taped.—M.H. (Dec. 13-15.)
cade.—B.Y. (Dec. 15.) politan Opera production of Philip Glass’s
“Akhnaten” return to Peak Performances, in
Montclair, New Jersey, for the second year in
a row. “Spring,” choreographed by Alexan- CLASSICAL MUSIC
DANCE der Whitley, with a jumpy strings-meet-elec-
tronics score by Gabriel Prokofiev, is a pure-
form collaboration between six businesslike Sheku Kanneh-Mason
New York City Ballet jugglers and four contemporary dancers. In
jokey interludes, the performers address the Weill Recital Hall
David H. Koch audience on the topic of color, and, throughout If it were possible to steal focus from Meghan
This time of year, Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker” the hour-long show, Guy Hoare’s lighting Markle, the Duchess of Sussex, on her wed-
music becomes ubiquitous. It’s easy to roll illuminates all the meticulously tossed and ding day, the cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason
your eyes, but, once you sit in the theatre and caught balls, rings, and Indian clubs in many would have been the one to do it. The poised
hear the first notes of the overture, a thrill hues.—B.S. (Dec. 12-15.) nineteen-year-old musician entertained a guest
inevitably kicks in. Boris Asafiev, an ear-
ly-twentieth-century Russian musicologist,
called it “a symphony of childhood”: many
of the sensations we feel as children—fear, TAP DANCE
extreme excitement, an attraction to things
we don’t understand, the desire to grow up Like anything beloved enough to be
and the simultaneous desire to remain a child
forever—are reflected in the music. The cho- indispensable, “The Nutcracker” can
reographer George Balanchine understood grow overfamiliar. That’s why people
this and made a ballet, in 1954, that is still keep coming up with new versions. Few
performed by the company today. In “George
Balanchine’s The Nutcracker,” fun and coziness reimaginings of the Tchaikovsky score
are tinged with terror, and the world of the equal the 1960 jazz suite by Duke El-
imagination is just as real as the Biedermeier lington and Billy Strayhorn, sparkling
furniture and the dancing children.—Marina
Harss (Through Jan. 5.) in its details—and swinging, too. It’s
the basis for a new “Nutcracker” by
Dorrance Dance, the good-humored,
Juilliard Dance /“New Dances” abundantly talented tap company led by
Peter Jay Sharp Theatre Michelle Dorrance. At about thirty min-
Last year, the Dance Theatre of Harlem and utes long, this take can’t include every-
Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre alumna
Alicia Graf Mack took over the dance division thing, but audiences can expect quirky
ILLUSTRATION BY SUBIN YANG
at Juilliard; this is the first edition of “New emphases and an enchanting Sugar-
Dances” she’s curated. As in other years, each plum Fairy, the elegant Josette Wiggan-
class has had the opportunity to work with a
professional choreographer to create a new Freund. At the Joyce, Dec. 17-Jan. 5, this
dance. This time, the roundup includes An- première is supplemented by different
drea Miller, an alumna of Juilliard who leads repertory each week, saving the best for
her own contemporary-dance company, Gal-
lim; Stephen Petronio, a veteran of the mod- last: collaborations with the comic Bill
ern-dance scene; Amy Hall Garner, who also Irwin, himself a classic.—Brian Seibert
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list of royals and celebrities, plus millions of “Der Rosenkavalier” son, Pierre Alexandre Tremblay, and Kristina
viewers at home, as Markle and Prince Harry Wolfe—all U.S. premières.—S.S. (Dec. 13 at 8.)
signed the register, and Twitter bestowed the Metropolitan Opera House
sobriquet “cello bae” upon him for his efforts. Robert Carsen’s elegant production of Richard
Now Kanneh-Mason makes his New York re- Strauss’s “Der Rosenkavalier,” a jewel of an “Sounding Serra”
cital début—accompanied by his older sister, opera that elevates a romantic farce to the sub-
the pianist Isata Kanneh-Mason—with sonatas lime, returns to the Met with the lustrous mez- Gagosian
by Barber and Rachmaninoff, Lutosławski’s zo-soprano Magdalena Kožená in the title role. The sculptor Richard Serra’s “Reverse Curve,”
“Grave,” and Beethoven’s delightful variations Kožená is surrounded by a strong cast—includ- an undulant steel construct nearly a hundred
on an aria from Mozart’s opera “Die Zauber- ing Camilla Nylund, Golda Schultz, and Gün- feet long and thirteen feet tall, serves as the
flöte.”—Oussama Zahr (Dec. 11 at 7:30.) ther Groissböck—for her first performances at backdrop for an evening of mostly new and
the company since 2011; her husband, Simon recent pieces inspired by its imposing size, its
Rattle, who stepped down from the prestigious mottled surfaces, and its expansive footprint.
Éliane Radigue Berlin Philharmonic last year, conducts. Also The enlisted composers and performers include
playing: The Met’s family-friendly “Magic Lea Bertucci, Miguel Frasconi, Joan La Bar-
Pace Flute” (Dec. 15 at 3), abridged and performed bara, Chris McIntyre, Chris Nappi, and Danny
The French composer Éliane Radigue spent in English translation, commences its holiday Tunick; music by Michael Byron completes the
the first four decades of her career creating run.—O.Z. (Dec. 13 and Dec. 17 at 7.) program.—S.S. (Dec. 14 at 8.)
long-form electronic works that teem with
vibrant life beneath their placid surfaces. Hav-
ing turned to acoustic instruments, in 2004, Wet Ink Ensemble John Zorn
she continues to fashion uncanny aural expe-
riences whose impact approaches the meta- St. Peter’s Church Roulette
physical. Here, in a two-night engagement Having recently returned from an engagement Continuing what has been an extraordinarily
produced by the nomadic curatorial organi- at the respected Huddersfield Contemporary fecund year, the famously prolific composer
zation Blank Forms, four of Radigue’s closest Music Festival, in England, New York’s Wet John Zorn presents “Heaven and Earth
instrumentalist collaborators play selections Ink Ensemble presents selections from the Magick,” a clutch of fresh pieces designed
from “Occam Ocean,” a swelling œuvre of programs it played abroad. Included are works for an ensemble modelled on the Modern
immersive pieces that flow and fuse with liq- by Charmaine Lee (with the composer as the Jazz Quartet. In a characteristically Zornian
uid mutability.—Steve Smith (Dec. 13-14 at 7.) guest vocalist), Eric Wubbels, Bryn Harri- gambit, the pianist Stephen Gosling and the
vibraphonist Sae Hashimoto play precisely
notated parts, with the bassist Jorge Roeder
and the drummer Tyshawn Sorey improvising
IN CONCERT on the fly.—S.S. (Dec. 14 at 8.)
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positions by Clara Iannotta, Lester St. Louis,
and Tyshawn Sorey.—S.S. (Dec. 17-18 at 7.)
ART
once adrift and alive to the shifts in his emotional experience. A classic acquired by the Met after they were seized,
Romantic-era piece, “Winterreise” is de rigueur for lieder singers, and pursuant to the Alien Property Custodian Act,
in 1943—the same year that fourteen other
opera stars with an affinity for the subtleties of the song genre also take it parts of the frieze were destroyed by Allied
up. This week, the bass-baritone Eric Owens, performing with the pianist bombings in Germany. (Many of the nearly
Jeremy Denk at the 92nd Street Y (Dec. 13), and the mezzo-soprano two hundred pieces remain lost.) But the core
of this fascinating show, which also includes
Joyce DiDonato, with Yannick Nézet-Séguin at Carnegie Hall (Dec. 15), archival materials and Tabet’s family tree,
explore the work’s wintry landscape.—Oussama Zahr is not the artifacts, it’s the artist’s inventive
Matthew Wong
Karma
DOWNTOWN In this Canadian painter’s two-part
show “Blue”—titled for both its palette and its
melancholic undertow—moonlit landscapes
and interiors are rendered with hypnotic
pointillism, rhythmic stripes, and seamlessly
blended areas. The effect is both crisp and
somnolent. (One gallery is filled with large
canvases; the other space, on the same block,
presents small works on paper.) Wong wore his
influences on his sleeve: the dramatic vista of
“Starry Night,” from 2019, nods unabashedly
to van Gogh, with its turbulent sky over a bu-
colic village, though it is more restrained and
methodical than its famous precursor. Painted
from memory and inspired by walks in Sic-
ily with his mother, Wong’s unpeopled noc-
turnes often feature streamlike paths, serenely
winding their way to a vanishing point on the
horizon. Wong died in October, at the age of
thirty-five, making this transporting body of
work from his brief blue period a tragic swan
song.—J.F. (Through Jan. 5.)
“Otherworldly”
“Soy Isla” is the title of a buoyant retrospective of Zilia Sánchez at El Parsons School of Design
Museo del Barrio (through March 22), and, indeed, a trio of islands— DOWNTOWN Performa, the three-week triennial
Cuba, Manhattan, Puerto Rico—shaped the career of this soulful of live-action art, ended last month, but its
spirit endures in this marvellous adjacent show,
hybridist, who is finally in the spotlight she has so long deserved. (The organized by the art historians Francesca Gra-
show arrives after a triumphant run at the Phillips Collection, in Wash- nata and Charlene K. Lau. A concise selection
ington, D.C.) Born in Havana in 1926, Sánchez lived in Manhattan for of costumes and videos unites three shamanic
New York-based performers whose medium is
a few years, in the early nineteen-sixties, where her efforts shifted from masquerade. Rammellzee, who died in 2010,
competent, earthy abstractions, inflected by Art Informel (seen early in at the age of forty-nine, is a cult legend—a Far
the exhibition), to radical shaped canvases, which she has continued to Rockaway native and a linchpin of the graffiti
scene of the nineteen-eighties, his pantheon of
refine for the past fifty years in her longtime home of San Juan. These alter egos (Gasholeer, Crux the Monk, Vain)
pared-down bicolor symmetries, which protrude and recede—imagine a inhabited handmade junk-yard-chic costumes
Rorschach test co-designed by Lee Bontecou and Ellsworth Kelly—are so elaborate that they could be Afrofuturist
robot replacements for the Big Chiefs in a
at once carnal and cosmic. Not exactly paintings but not really sculptures, Mardi Gras parade. Machine Dazzle (who
they float something new, in a restrained palette of black, white, peach, was profiled in this magazine by Hilton Als,
and fathomless blues. The untitled canvas above, from 2000, is on view in 2018) bends gender and genre in wearable
sculptures so creatively realized (and politi-
through Jan. 17 at Galerie Lelong, in an exhibition of Sánchez’s more cally pointed) that they leave no question that
recent works.—Andrea K. Scott drag is high art. Narcissister—surely the only
masked avant-gardist to be promoted to the
next level on “America’s Got Talent”—steals
© ZILIA SÁNCHEZ / COURTESY GALERIE LELONG & CO., NEW YORK
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Aleppo, Paris, Baltimore, and Berlin, as well alien pods on the verge of hatching, but, when comic, heartbreaking minutes.—Andrea K. Scott
as in New York) are arranged to represent viewed up close, their torsolike forms are more (Through Dec. 15.)
their original placement on the palace exte- mammalian than extraterrestrial. (The asso-
rior. These rough, dark imprints render the ciation is underscored by the show’s title, “8
imagery—of mythological creatures, hunters, Animals.”) They’re mostly transparent—with
and trees—shadowy and semi-abstract, an apt occluded areas of bright colors, patterning, THE THEATRE
visual metaphor for the frieze’s history and and opaque shapes, including a riff on the Nike
the mystery of its missing elements.—Johanna swoosh—but these qualities don’t outweigh the
Fateman (Through Jan. 18.) corporeal references. Moss exploits the viscous, A Christmas Carol
membranous potential of her plastic mate-
rials to emphasize interior space; the pieces Merchant’s House Museum
Ragen Moss contain other sculptural elements, like bodies One reason for the popularity of “A Christ-
housing organs. The addition of hand-scrawled mas Carol” is that you can present it in many
Donahue texts—“alarm alarm,” “making contact”—can ways. This season, for instance, New Yorkers
DOWNTOWN The Los Angeles sculptor follows strike angsty or saccharine notes when viewed can see it padded with lengthy backstories
up her appearance in the recent Whitney Bi- straight on, but, from other angles, they gain a and a star-studded cast on Broadway, or in a
ennial with an intriguing new series in acrylic, murky dimension or a sardonic edge. Moss’s one-man show at the Merchant’s House Mu-
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The Half-Life of Marie Curie view.—Alexandra Schwartz (Reviewed in our
issue of 12/2/19.) (Open run.)
Minetta Lane Theatre The Inheritance
It’s hard to beat a dynamic duo, and the two
brilliant ladies in this Audible production, Ethel Barrymore
Marie Curie (Francesca Faridany) and Hertha Matthew Lopez’s audacious and highly enter- MOVIES
Ayrton (Kate Mulgrew), might very well be taining play in two parts (seven hours total,
invincible. Written by Lauren Gunderson and directed by Stephen Daldry) is based on
directed by Gaye Taylor Upchurch, the play E. M. Forster’s 1910 masterpiece, “Howards The Aeronauts
tells the story of Marie and Hertha’s friend- End.” Forster himself, here called Morgan Tom Harper’s film takes a true story, inflates
ship—and Hertha’s attempts to help Marie (Paul Hilton), is a kind of spiritual godfather it, and lofts it into the realm of the tall tale.
recover from a career-wrecking scandal and who helps tell the story of the wild, impulsive Eddie Redmayne plays James Glaisher, one of
save her from her self-destructive impulses. writer Toby Darling (Andrew Burnap) and the Victorian scientists who were responsible
“Radium is a cold heat, a dark light, a force of
nature,” Marie says at the opening of the play,
which serves plenty more poetry alongside
a delirious amount of wit. Occasionally, the OFF BROADWAY
characters are subordinated to the themes—
feminism, scientific inquiry—and the way the
show accordions the women’s final decades into
its last few minutes is a bit disorienting. But
the delectable performances by Faridany and
Mulgrew—the latter with enough warmhearted
spunk to envelop the entire theatre—give a
radium-worthy glow that even Marie would
admire.—Maya Phillips (Through Dec. 22.)
The Illusionists
Neil Simon
The theatre has become a lot more receptive to
magic shows, and the most successful ones tend
to be of the brainy variety, performed by gifted
storytellers such as Derren Brown and Derek
DelGaudio. There’s nothing highbrow about
“The Illusionists: Magic of the Holidays,”
which gleefully embraces a gaudier aesthetic
sourced from Las Vegas and “America’s Got Tal-
ent.” But, as delightful as some of this group’s
past Broadway shows have been—most notably
“Turn of the Century,” in 2016—the current
outing is on cruise control. The six-member
roster does not exude charisma, though the
British mentalist Chris Cox comes close, par- Born in 1901 in Austria-Hungary, the playwright and novelist Ödön
adoxically thanks to his aggressively nerdy von Horváth lived to see—and flee—the rise of Fascism in Europe, and
approach. The real issue, however, is that the
production’s slick imagery works against it: his trenchant work has had a recent resurgence in German-speaking
when it comes to fooling a live audience, a countries. His life was a kind of dark joke: after outrunning the Nazis
certain old-fashioned hands-on approach tends twice (he lived in Germany until 1933 and in Vienna until the Anschluss,
to trump the use of computer-generated visu-
als.—E.V. (Through Jan. 5.) in 1938), he moved to Paris, where he was killed during a thunderstorm,
ILLUSTRATION BY RUNE FISKER
Uncut Gems
Adam Sandler’s frantic and fidgety perfor-
mance as Howard Ratner, a diamond-district
jewelry dealer scrambling to stave off calamity,
provides the emotional backbone for the broth-
ers Josh and Benny Safdie’s recklessly auda-
cious and wildly accomplished blend of crime
thriller, family melodrama, and sports drama.
Howard, a compulsive gambler, is deep in debt
to loan sharks, one of whom (Eric Bogosian)
is menacingly insistent. Howard has left his
Though early Soviet cinema is best known for its political dramas, exasperated wife (Idina Menzel) for his em-
ployee (Julia Fox) and is trying to set the whole
it also includes scintillating and innovative silent comedies, such as mess aright with the sale of a smuggled stone,
the half-hour romp “Chess Fever,” from 1925 (screening on Dec. 16 in which a distinguished client, the profes-
at MOMA). It’s a bold docu-fiction that depicts a major international sional basketball player Kevin Garnett (playing
himself), takes an interest. The supercharged
chess tournament held that year in Moscow, and it features the reigning action—from a script by the Safdies and Ronald
champion at the time, José Raúl Capablanca, in a brief comedic role. A Bronstein—ingeniously intertwines real-world
chess nerd (Vladimir Fogel), decked out in checked socks, scarf, and hat, sporting events and real-life characters (in-
cluding the Weeknd) with sharp-eyed scenes
is so busy playing a game against himself that he misses his wedding from the high-pressure gemstone business, the
to Anna (Anna Zemtsova). Even as she bemoans the influence of the gambler’s tightrope walk, and the habits and
game, it holds the entire city in thrall, as dramatized in fascinating and rituals of suburban Jewish New Yorkers. The
movie’s pinball-rapid combinations rise to a
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antic on-location scenes, such as when a policeman neglects a crowd frenzied pitch that’s exhilarating and awe-in-
of streetcar-fare beaters after one of them whips out a pocket set and spiring.—R.B. (In limited release.)
challenges him to a game. Jolting special effects evoke the magnetic grip
of the checkerboard pattern on the hapless hero, and macabre subplots For more reviews, visit
don’t dispel the collective gaiety of fanatical delusion.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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ity—as is the practice of heralding them. can afford the splurge, the seventy-
Her delicious champagnes are served in eight-dollar kaluga caviar, which comes
carefully chosen white-wine glasses, and with Lay’s potato chips and crème
TABLES FOR TWO there’s a small but complete food menu fraîche, is lovely. Pretty much every-
that’s designed to be paired with them. thing else is just O.K. It’s hard to argue
The Riddler But, if part of the goal is to make with fresh oysters, or a straightforward
51 Bank St. champagne more accessible, the staff shrimp cocktail. But I ordered a dish of
could do with some training in how to scallop and cucumber—diced and tossed
There’s a strong argument to be made talk about it. One night, a server helpfully with a bit too much black pepper—twice
that the types of glassware in which told me that a blanc de blancs was tart, because I had no memory of trying it the
champagne is most often served—the like a green apple; he was absolutely right, first time. A bowl of crudités, featuring
flute and the coupe—are exactly the and I loved it. But then he described a a few sad sticks of bell pepper and car-
wrong ones. The tall, narrow shape of a brut rosé as “focussed.” Focussed on rot and a couple of radishes on a bed
PHOTOGRAPH BY VANESSA GRANDA FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
flute constricts the wine, keeping it what? Was it studying for a test? On of crushed ice, was frankly insulting,
super carbonated but preventing it from another night, a different server leaned especially at thirteen dollars.
swirling around and fully releasing its heavily on the term “precision-driven,” A cheeseburger with raclette and
aroma and flavor. You could swirl cham- and, as I sipped the taste he’d poured rosemary fries, a decadently rich risotto
pagne in the wide, shallow bowl of a me, he said, “So, did I nail the notes? A with brown butter and shaved truffles,
coupe, but you’d almost certainly slosh little bit of precision?” Perhaps a som- and a pot de crème that comes in a cav-
it, too; plus, it’s more likely to over- melier would understand what this was iar tin round out the litany of luxury
aerate and lose a significant amount of supposed to mean; I still have no idea. clichés. Those in the know can order
its fizz. Flutes and coupes are, like There are no tasting notes on the their extra brut in an off-menu “Cham-
champagne itself, instantly recognizable wine list. I guess you already know— bong,” which is “like a beer bong, but for
as celebratory. But what if champagne or don’t care—what a forty-five-hun- Champagne,” according to the Riddler’s
were treated more like other wines, as dred-dollar bottle of 2000 Krug Clos Web site, where you can also buy the
appropriate for an ordinary week night d’Ambonnay tastes like if you have wretched vessel, plus a mug that reads
as for a special occasion, as perfect with forty-five hundred dollars to spend on “Of course, Champagne . . . but first,
a meal as for a toast? a bottle of 2000 Krug Clos d’Ambonnay. coffee.” Any regular who has ordered a
This is the question posed by the Rid- The rest of us are welcome to sample hundred bottles will be presented with
dler, a new champagne bar and restaurant by-the-glass offerings until we land on a bomber jacket with her name embroi-
in the West Village. It’s an outpost of a something we like, but, personally, I’d dered in gold. Some people will find all
popular place in San Francisco, opened appreciate the opportunity to actually of this charming and fun. It leaves me a
by Jen Pelka, who also runs a food-and- learn something about champagne, be- little flat, like bubbly in a coupe. (Dishes
drink marketing agency. It’s an interesting yond the claim that one of the female $13-$78.)
concept, and there’s a lot to admire about winemakers is “a total doll” or that one —Hannah Goldfield
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WINNER of the
NATIONAL BOOK AWARD
But all the Democrats seeking the Pres- ger entail the kind of political risk-tak-
idency would do well to channel some ing, or solicitude for the gun lobby, that
of the passion it provokes. it might have even five years ago. Yes,
Public support for stricter gun laws some gun owners will go to defiant ex-
is substantial, and growing. This isn’t tremes—in Virginia, for instance, doz-
surprising in a country as haunted as ens of rural counties have declared
ours is by gun violence. As of Decem- themselves “Second Amendment sanc-
ber 6th, there have been more mass tuaries,” following the election of a
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 17
Democratic-controlled state legislature, the greatest pieces of fraud, I repeat the lifting the restrictions that the gun-
which will assume office in January and word fraud, on the American public by owner plaintiffs in the case objected
is expected to pass gun restrictions. But special-interest groups that I have ever to—it may be moot, and therefore un-
such stunts aren’t likely to win many seen in my lifetime.” The retired Justice likely to yield a substantive ruling.) In
people over: the measures that the leg- John Paul Stevens published a book last Heller, the Court noted examples of the
islature will probably take—such as re- summer, shortly before his death, in kinds of constraints that would be “pre-
storing a law that limited individuals which he called Heller, a 5–4 ruling sumptively lawful”—“laws imposing
to one handgun purchase per month— whose majority opinion was written by conditions and qualifications on the
have broad, bipartisan support. Antonin Scalia, “unquestionably the commercial sale of arms,” for example,
Nor do the courts pose an insur- most clearly incorrect decision that the or those banning guns in certain pub-
mountable obstacle to sensible gun laws. Supreme Court announced during my lic places. “Like most rights, the right
It’s true that the 2008 Supreme Court tenure on the bench.” secured by the Second Amendment is
ruling in District of Columbia v. Heller But even Heller contained impor- not unlimited,” Scalia wrote. It is not
established an individual’s right to keep tant caveats and, partly because of them, “a right to keep and carry any weapon
a gun in the home, outside the context in the years since, state courts have up- whatsoever in any manner whatsoever
of the “well-ordered militia” stipulated held the vast majority of gun-safety laws and for whatever purpose.”
in the Second Amendment. It was an they’ve been asked to rule on. (Last week, Those are words that gun lobbyists
extraordinary reinterpretation of the for the first time in nearly a decade, the often choose to forget, though they were
Court’s previous jurisprudence on guns. Supreme Court heard oral arguments written by a man who must be a hero
In 1991, the conservative former Su- in a Second Amendment case, New to them. The Democrats still running
preme Court Chief Justice Warren York State Rifle and Pistol Association for President shouldn’t let them forget.
Burger, referring to the expansionist v. City of New York, New York. But, Stronger gun laws are popular and nec-
view of the Second Amendment that because the city had repealed the law essary—and they’re also constitutional.
Heller later enshrined, called it “one of before the case came before the Court— —Margaret Talbot
HERE FOR THE HOLIDAYS formed the group, in the mid-seventies, that it became known for. Along the
EL SONERO DE LA NAVIDAD in East Los Angeles, with a few high- way, the group began exploring a wider
school classmates, including David Hi- array of traditional Latin music. Pérez,
dalgo. The other was the saxophonist pointing at the walls of CDs of almost
and record producer Steve Berlin, a Phil- exclusively Caribbean music, said, “We
adelphian who joined the band in 1983, listened to this stuff later on, when we
while it was recording its first release on got more sophisticated.”
a major label, “. . . And a Time to Dance.” In October, Los Lobos released an
ifty years ago, Mike Amadeo, a com- Amadeo paid them little mind when album of Christmas songs, “Llegó Nav-
F poser and musician from Puerto
Rico, bought a record shop on Prospect
they came in to browse.
“More cowbell,” Pérez said, gestur-
idad.” They’d been talking about doing
one for years but had recently got a nudge
Avenue in the South Bronx and renamed ing toward a glass case full of cowbells from Rhino, their label. They brought
it Casa Amadeo. It’s now a mecca of painted with the colors of the Puerto in two friends—Gustavo Arellano, who
Latin music and a landmark on the Na- Rican flag. Another case held bright- until recently wrote a nationally syndi-
tional Register of Historic Places. The hued maracas. “We do the same thing cated column called “¡Ask a Mexican!,”
street signs out front read “Miguel Angel with our cars,” he said. and the writer and historian Pablo Ygle-
(Mike) Amadeo Way,” and Amadeo Amadeo brought out some claves, sias, a.k.a. DJ Bongohead—to dig up a
himself, eighty-five, is still behind the and he and Berlin compared the timbre batch of potential songs. They wound
counter, six days a week, selling CDs, of a few, taking turns tapping along with up with a hundred and forty-six; ulti-
LPs, musical instruments, and Boricua the music on the boom box. Berlin mately, Los Lobos recorded and released
knickknacks. Cash only, hand-Sharpied bought a pair, along with some goatskin a dozen. The specimens range from the
price tags, boom box blasting the salsa maracas, a plastic guiro with a scraper, son jarocho of Veracruz to Freddy Fender
monga of Víctor Manuelle, El Sonero and a CD featuring the saxophonist Tex-Mex and Venezuelan salsa from the
de la Juventud. Chombo Silva. “Sax players are rarely seventies. There are a couple of old nov-
The other day, two members of featured in Latin music,” Berlin said. elty hits (“¿Dónde Está Santa Claus?”),
the band Los Lobos, briefly in town, “Chombo was, like, the only one.” a Pérez-Hidalgo original, and, naturally,
stopped by for a look. They’d heard Pérez fiddled with Berlin’s maracas. as a closer, “Feliz Navidad.”
some things about Amadeo, but he “Get your own pair,” Berlin said. “Just “When it comes to a Christmas hit,
knew nothing of them. “They’re Mex- fourteen bucks.” all you need is one,” Berlin said. “Look
ican?” he said. “Then no.” Los Lobos started out as a “hippie at Mariah Carey. Or José Feliciano.”
Mexican, in a way. One of the visit- Chicano” outfit, then passed through an He wasn’t necessarily expecting one for
ing Lobos was the percussionist, guitar- East L.A. punk phase before settling Los Lobos this time around. “If I make
ist, and songwriter Louie Pérez, who had into the Mexican-inflected folk rock what I spent on my MetroCard, I’ll be
18 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
happy.That’s, what, two million streams?” ican Revolution” on the coffee table. “I’ve Womack, looking stern, seated in front
Pérez marvelled at the size of the read chunks of it and enjoyed it, but I’ve of a bookcase and a portrait of Lenin.
shop’s section of CDs labelled “Música never been able to finish it,” she said the “This is my grandpa he is a retired pro-
Navideña.” The vinyl stacks, too, were other day. “Too close to home, I guess.” fessor of Latin American history at Har-
full of Christmas albums. A random pull: The book is by her father, the Marxist vard and a badass communist,” he wrote.
“Navidad en Puerto Rico con Los Mil- historian John Womack, Jr. Shortly after “#vivalarevolucion.”
lonarios,” which, though undated, looked it was published, in 1968, he got tenure On a rainy Sunday afternoon in Hun-
to be about the age of the shop. The at Harvard, where one of his closest tington, Liza carried a plastic tub of
cover was a photo of a woman in a top friends was a fellow Rhodes Scholar Gus’s effects downstairs to the living
hat and tails with a pile of presents, in- from Oklahoma named Terrence Malick. room. She opened a manila folder marked
cluding—lookie here—a saxophone. The When Malick made his first feature film, “Jack’s letters.” “Every time I found one
album’s sixth track was one that Los “Badlands,” he cast John Womack as a
Lobos had recorded on their album: “Am- grizzled state trooper. “My dad and Terry
arga Navidad,” by the old ranchera singer- are still as close as brothers,” Liza said.
songwriter José Alfredo Jiménez. (The “A few years after I finished school”—
fifth track on the Los Millonarios album, also Harvard, also history—“I went to
“White Christmas,” was attributed here Paris, and Terry was there, and he brought
to “Berlin-Godino.”“I’m sure Irving Ber- me to all sorts of dinner parties and in-
lin would have been thrilled to share the troduced me to counts and countesses,
credit,” Berlin said. He has observed, in- which I thought was pretty cool.”
cidentally, that Latin music and the He- In late 2017, when Liza was facing a
brew-school music he grew up with share film-related predicament, she called
similar distinct minor-chord progres- Malick. The predicament was born of
sions. He said, “They all come from the tragedy: Liza’s son, Gustav Åhr—known
same place: Sephardic Spain.”) to friends and family as Gus, better known
After a while, Berlin and Pérez said to the world as the emo rapper Lil Peep—
goodbye and rode the 2 train to mid- had just died, of a drug overdose, at the
town. At a touristy Mexican restaurant age of twenty-one. Handsome, charis-
in the theatre district, they ordered tacos, matic, prolifically tattooed, and photo-
enchiladas, and guacamole. Pérez lightly genically sad, he had been on the brink
chided the waiter, in Spanish, about the of international fame, and he left behind Lil Peep and Terrence Malick
absence of agua fresca on the menu, a cache of unreleased footage, both audio
while Berlin tried to identify, over the and video. “I was frozen with grief,” Liza of these lying around the house, I was
clamor of the dining room, the music said. She kept getting calls “talking about sure to save it,” she said. “My thought
coming from the speakers. “It’s actually how there was going to be a documen- was, when my father died, Gus would
Cuban,” he said. “A drummer once told tary about Gus’s life, and the first few want them.” Her voice broke. “Hap-
me, ‘If you go into a Mexican restau- times I just said no, or ignored it. Then pened the other way around, I guess.”
rant and they’re playing Cuban music, I called Terry and told him, ‘If this is get- One letter, written on yellow legal
leave immediately.’ ” This time, they ting made one way or the other, I’d rather paper, began, “Dear Gus, dear grand-
1
hung around. have you be in charge of it.’” son, my prophet, my tattooed poet of
—Nick Paumgarten Which is how Malick became an ex- the sweet heart.” From another letter,
ecutive producer of “Everybody’s Ev- also on legal paper: “I know the gold
COMMEMORATION DEPT. erything,” a new documentary that in you, how good you are at heart.” An-
BEYOND THE BLUE makes Lil Peep’s talent legible even to other, this one typed, ended with “Is
viewers who might not consider them- there any particular Johnny Cash CD
selves fans of either emo or rap, much you’d like?” Gus appreciated Johnny
less both at once. The film’s spiritual Cash, but not the CD format; two years
core is the artist’s relationship with his later, for Christmas, his grandfather
family, especially his grandfather. “I split gave him a book called “How Music
with Gus’s father when Gus was in high Got Free,” about the MP3 revolution.
iza Womack is a first-grade teacher school,” Liza said. “Gus started acting “Everybody’s Everything” includes
L in her fifties, with wide, rectangu-
lar glasses and hair parted down the
out—punching walls, that kind of
thing—and I’d call my dad, freaking out,
an interview with Gus’s high-school
girlfriend. “Gus literally told me once,
middle, Patti Smith style. She lives in and he’d say, ‘I’ll write him a letter.’ ” if he was to die, he thinks Jack would
Huntington, Long Island, in a three-bed- Gus didn’t always respond to his grand- be the person welcoming him into
room house with a “Bernie 2016” sign in father’s letters, Liza said, “but I know Heaven,” she says. Near the end of the
the front window, a “Workers of the he read them, and I know they reached film, there’s a long, close shot of John
World, Unite!” poster on a wall, and a him in a deep way.” At one point, Gus Womack, in his office in Cambridge,
paperback copy of “Zapata and the Mex- posted a photo on Instagram: John talking about grief and eternity—“Gus
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is gone. . . . He’s way beyond the blue”— quality things,” Powell explained—to the
followed by an orchestral swell and a sweatpants he wears while parked in a
sweeping overhead shot of a deep, end- wheelchair in the nursing home where
less ocean. “He had work to do, and he he spends the years before his death, in
wanted to do it,” John continues. “To 2003. “We made those a bit oversized,”
say what he had to say. A real, bell-ring- Powell said. “We spent half the film mak-
1
ing truth.” It’s a very Terry moment. ing him look bigger”—Sheeran was six
—Andrew Marantz feet four, while De Niro is five-ten—
“and then at the end we wanted him to
THE PICTURES shrink and be aged.” The elderly Sheer-
LAPEL ARCHEOLOGY an’s outfit is Powell’s favorite costume in
the movie: “There’s something really sad
about it, because he is still making an
effort—he’s got a nice pressed shirt on,
but with horrible track pants.”
Powell’s job in dressing De Niro—
and his septuagenarian co-stars Joe Pesci
ike Robert De Niro gaining sixty and Al Pacino—was made easier by the Sandy Powell
L pounds to play Jake LaMotta in
“Raging Bull,” which Martin Scorsese
fact that their characters came of age in
the middle of the twentieth century, when actors were allowed to wear the under-
directed, in 1980, the budget for Scor- men dressed formally from the onset of wear of their choice. “Provided it wasn’t
sese’s latest film, “The Irishman,” bal- adulthood. “Everybody looked much distracting—so long as you haven’t got
looned, reportedly, from a hundred and older in the fifties, didn’t they?” Powell boxers that are crammed into something
twenty-five million dollars to a hundred said. “My mum was twenty when she that’s too tight,” she said.
and fifty-nine million dollars. This in- had me, and you look at pictures of her The most important challenge for
crease was in large part a result of the then and she looks like she’s in her late older actors playing younger is to remem-
special effects required to make De Niro, thirties.” Powell, who is British, was born ber to move like a young person, Powell
who is seventy-six, and is onscreen al- in 1960, and got her start in costume de- went on: “Head up instead of forward,
most constantly for the movie’s three sign in the early eighties, working with shoulders back instead of rounded, even
and a half hours, look as young as he Lindsay Kemp, the late choreographer; walking on your toes more than schlump-
was when he filmed “Raging Bull.” Powell has received fourteen Academy ing. It’s just sort of a lighter walk. Swing-
Sandy Powell, who was a costume Award nominations and has won three ing your arms—if you have a swing in
designer on “The Irishman,” which times (for “Shakespeare in Love,” in 1999; your arms when you walk, it makes you
spans five decades in the life of Frank “The Aviator,” in 2005; and “The Young look younger.” What’s revealed by the
Sheeran, a hit man for the mobster Rus- Victoria,” in 2010). She has vivid orange costumes of “The Irishman” is that, aside
sell Bufalino, took a less expensive ap- hair, cut short, and was wearing baggy from the slightest widening of a leg or
proach to de-aging De Niro for his cos- black pants and a jacket with slashed of a lapel, the clothes De Niro and his
tume-fitting photographs. “It was very panels across the shoulder blades, both peers wear have changed much less than
distracting, with his face and his gray by Comme des Garçons. “I love Comme the bodies inside them. “I can see a suit
hair,” Powell explained the other day, at des Garçons—you can wear it forever,” changing,” Powell said. “But, for the
Angels Costumes, a film-and-TV she said. It was just as well, she remarked, general public, they will just see a bloke
1
costume-rental company in northwest that she wasn’t trying to dress senior ac- in a suit.”
London. “So I actually got pictures of tors in the clothes worn by young peo- —Rebecca Mead
him from ‘Goodfellas,’ or whatever, and ple today. “Jeans that are low slung, on
literally stuck the head on the photo, somebody who’s like seventy?” she said, DISCOVERIES DEPT.
and it really made a difference. With with a trace of distaste. MOHONK’S HOME MOVIES
the older, real head, it’s, like, ‘Oh, that’s In “The Irishman,” the actors’ faces
weird.’ But then you put the younger and hands were digitally de-aged by the
head on, and it worked.” visual-effects supervisor, Pablo Helman—
De Niro had a hundred and two cloth- the technique involves eliminating lines,
ing changes for “The Irishman,” based raising eyes, and diminishing jowls—but,
on selections from the thousands of gar- when it came to de-aging the actors’ bod-
ments that Powell pulled from racks ies, Powell had to resort to more analog n 1869, Albert Smiley, a nature-loving
at costume-rental companies in New
York and Los Angeles. These range from
measures. She encouraged the men to
wear elasticated undershirts—essentially,
I Quaker schoolteacher, bought a prop-
erty at a good price: a few hundred acres
the suit Sheeran wears at one of his chil- Spanx for the torso—under their clothes. surrounding a lake and a tavern in New
dren’s baptisms—“that’s a fairly cheap- “Sometimes they wore them, and some- Paltz, New York, in the Shawangunk
looking fifties suit, before he got a bit times they didn’t,” she acknowledged. Mountains, on a ridge “covered in charred
more money and started wearing better- When it came to the nether regions, the stumps,” Priscilla (Pril) Smiley said the
20 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
other day. Pril, a retired electronic-mu-
sic composer who favors phrases like
“properly irreverent,” is among the Smi-
leys who now run what replaced the tav-
ern: Mohonk Mountain House, a cas-
tlelike lakeside resort hotel of Edwardian
and Victorian design, surrounded by bu-
colic views and very few charred stumps.
Mohonk has remained nature-focussed
and low-tech; guests hike, do puzzles,
exfoliate with Shawangunk Grit, and en-
gage in a practice called “forest bathing.”
(Mindful, plein-air, clothes-on.) But, for
its sesquicentennial, this year, Mohonk
created an app. Its origins are unlike those
of other apps.
A few years ago, when Pril and Mo-
honk’s archivist, Nell Boucher, were going
through Pril’s late father’s basement dur-
ing a black-mold crisis, they discovered
a metal cabinet, long ignored, full of film
cannisters. “There were about a hundred “It says it’s sick and tired of telling me to update my software,
reels,” Pril said, in a third-floor office at and if I don’t do it right now it’s going to explode.”
Mohonk. Nell assumed that they were
“natural-history things, like films of squir-
rels and their behavior.” (Pril’s father, Dan-
• •
iel, was a noted ecologist.) But the films
weren’t Daniel’s. “There, in my grandfa- ring-do: balcony dives, greased-pole log- blocks up a ramp onto a cart; horses
ther’s particular blue pencil that he wrote rolling (“we don’t allow that anymore”), pulled the carts—and young Smileys—
everything in,” Pril said, were intriguing jousting in rowboats (“another thing we up a hill to a four-story icehouse, where
labels: “1929,” “Toscanini.” (The Maestro don’t allow”). A heavy-machinery se- the blocks awaited a conveyor belt and
had spent his seventy-fifth birthday at quence, on the Shawangunk Ridge, stacking. “We did this through 1964,”
Mohonk, in 1942.) She wanted the films evoked Mike Mulligan’s steam shovel, Pril said. Later, the horses rolled around
to be digitized, so she brought them to and then some; onscreen, a worker swung in the snow. “They’re having a ball!”
a film-transfer specialist at a local comic- on a chain hoist, leisurely smoking a cig- The horses make an appearance in
book shop; the process took a while. (“The arette. (“No OSHA regulations,” Pril said.) the app, as do the Smiley elders. The app,
shop was going under,” she said.) Finally, Winter unfurled in a flurry of snow- Hidden Histories, operates as a sort of
she saw the results: films of Mohonk shoeing and Yule-log lugging. In one scavenger hunt: walk down the hotel’s
from before her time. They ended in 1945, scene, a small airplane on frozen Lake meandering corridors, point your phone
and the Smileys of today hadn’t known Mohonk prepared for takeoff, assisted at a piece of art, watch a short film that
that they existed. by boys with hockey sticks. animates the work’s subjects. A sepia-
The films are silent and mostly black- The most remarkable footage, per- toned family portrait instigates Smiley
and-white. “My grandfather had a good haps, is of ice harvesting. In a long se- footage, including a rare color film: a
sense of aesthetics, and he was docu- quence, teams of workers and horses chamber-music concert, in Mohonk’s
menting everything—people, projects, gather lake ice for use in refrigeration parlor, in 1942. In the office, Pril played
family members,” Pril said. She cued up and in guests’ drinks. They harvested a the video. “There’s my mother, playing
a film on a laptop.“That’s my great-grand- thousand tons a year. Just as Roberto for Toscanini,” she said, pointing to a
father getting out of a carriage,” she said, Rossellini’s “Stromboli,” from 1950, func- young violinist in a white dress. “He came
pointing to a man in a top hat at Mo- tions as both a drama and a record of here for eight days with Madam Tos-
honk’s entrance. “This is 1929.” Pril’s great- an unimaginably bounteous tuna mat- canini. We have his registration card now,
grandmother Effie welcomed viewers to tanza in the Tyrrhenian Sea, the Smi- in his famous green ink.” In the film, the
a garden. A spring sequence contained ley film depicts bygone and herculean Maestro is present but not seen; so is
mountain laurel (“there are many reels nature-wrangling, on Lake Mohonk. Pril. “My mother was two months preg-
of mountain laurel”), a goat in eyeglasses “Here’s a horse-pulled saw, starting to nant with me,” she said. “When I was
(“this is Professor Goat”), and Pril’s score the ice,” Pril said. “And then this born, Toscanini sent us a picture of him-
great-grandfather’s famous horse, Sun- handsaw, which is down in the barn mu- self—‘Happy Day for little Priscilla and
shine, who appears in portraits around seum, is sawing the scored ice rows, and her lovely mother. Best wishes to both.’
the hotel. Summer revealed woollen then blocks. They waited until the ice That’s one of my treasures.”
tank-style swimwear and lakeside der- was around ten inches thick.” Men hauled —Sarah Larson
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cerned with leaving office in a way that
LETTER FROM MOSCOW would keep him and his family immune
from prosecution. On December 29th,
CHANNELLING PUTIN
Ernst and a crew from Channel One
made their way to the Kremlin to film
his address.
The TV producer behind Russia’s new era of propaganda. Ernst watched as Yeltsin sat in front
of a tinsel-covered fir tree in a recep-
BY JOSHUA YAFFA tion hall and held forth on the oppor-
tunities of the New Year, which in-
cluded, in the spring, a Presidential
election that would determine his suc-
cessor. As the Channel One staff was
packing up, Yeltsin told Ernst that he
wasn’t satisfied—he was hoarse, and
didn’t like the way his words had come
out—and asked if they might record a
new version in the coming days. Ernst
agreed to go back on New Year’s Eve
at five in the morning.
When he returned, he was handed a
copy of the new address, and tried
to contain his shock: Yeltsin was about
to resign, voluntarily giving up power
before his term was over, an unprece-
dented gesture in Russian history. His
chosen successor was Vladimir Putin, a
politician whom most Russians were
just getting to know: Putin had risen
from bureaucratic obscurity to become
the head of the F.S.B., the post-Soviet
successor to the K.G.B., and had been
named Yeltsin’s Prime Minister only four
months earlier. Ernst had a production
assistant enter the text of the speech into
the teleprompter without letting the rest
of the crew in on the news. It would
come as a surprise to everyone.
Yeltsin spoke with the labored ca-
dence of a tired man. “I said that we
n the final days of 1999, Konstantin Brezhnev, who sat stolidly atop the So- would leap from the gray, stagnating to-
I Ernst prepared to film the Russian
President’s annual New Year’s address,
viet hierarchy for two decades, and con-
tinued in the eighties under Mikhail
talitarian past into a bright, prosperous,
and civilized future,” he said. “I believed
just as he had every December for sev- Gorbachev, the architect of perestroika. that we would cover the distance in one
eral years. Ernst, who was thirty-eight, After the Soviet collapse, Boris Yeltsin, leap. We didn’t.” He went on, “I am leav-
with floppy brown hair and a look of the first President of independent Rus- ing now. I have done everything I could.”
perpetual bemusement, had recently be- sia, kept the tradition alive. Yeltsin began He rubbed a tear from his eye. Some-
come the head of Channel One, the his term as a charismatic advocate of one from Channel One started to clap,
state television network with the larg- democratic reform, but, by the late nine- and soon they were all giving him a stand-
est reach, a post he retains today. The ties, he seemed aged and defeated. Rus- ing ovation. A woman cried, “Boris Ni-
position makes him one of the most sia was only a year removed from a dev- kolayevich, how can it be?” Yeltsin and
powerful men in Russia, with the abil- astating financial crash that led the the journalists drank champagne, and
ity to set the visual style for the coun- government to default on its debt, and marvelled at the scene they had shared.
try’s political life—at least the part its its troops were fighting their second Soon after, Channel One filmed a
rulers wish to transmit to the public. costly war in a decade in Chechnya, a New Year’s address from Putin, which
The ritual of the New Year’s address would-be breakaway republic in the would air after Yeltsin’s. “The powers of
began in the seventies, under Leonid Caucasus. Yeltsin seemed primarily con- the head of state have been turned over
to me today,” Putin said, his tone calm-
Ernst’s work combines cosmopolitan savviness with subservience to the state. ing and businesslike. “I assure you that
22 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY CHLOE CUSHMAN
there will be no vacuum of power, not country. Channel One had backed pol- had become accustomed to a heavy lexi-
for a minute.” iticians before, but this was something con of bureaucratese and boosterism that
Ernst got into a waiting car with re- new: the invention of a candidate from verged on the absurd. In his book on the
cordings of Yeltsin’s and Putin’s speeches thin air, a television phenomenon from paradoxes of the time, “Everything Was
and, with a police escort, sped through the start. Putin won handily and, after- Forever, Until It Was No More,” Alexei
the capital to Ostankino, a sprawling ward, Ernst began to craft a visual lan- Yurchak, a Russian-American anthro-
complex of television studios. At noon, guage for his Presidency. He suggested pologist, describes how, for decades,
as night fell in Russia’s Far East, he gave that the inauguration be moved from during the televised funeral of a Soviet
the order to broadcast Yeltsin’s address. the State Kremlin Palace, a modernist dignitary, announcers would note that
Yeltsin was hosting a luncheon with his concrete box, to St. Andrew’s Hall, an the official was “buried on Red Square
ministers and generals in the Presiden- ornate tsarist throne room that would by the Kremlin wall.” Eventually, space
tial quarters at the time. “The chande- provide an imperial spectacle. He felt on the square became scarce, and high-
liers, the crystal, the windows—every- that the old era, for both Russia and ranking functionaries were instead cre-
thing glittered with a New Year’s glow,” Channel One, was giving way to an- mated and their ashes placed inside the
Yeltsin recalled later, in his memoirs. A other. As Ernst put it, “We would find wall itself. Viewers could see that the ac-
television was brought in, and his guests a new intonation together.” tion on their television did not match
watched the announcement in silence. the voice-over, and state linguists peti-
Putin’s wife at the time, Lyudmila, was rnst was born in 1961, the son of a tioned the Central Committee to up-
at home, and didn’t see the broadcast,
so she was confused when a friend called
E well-known Soviet scientist. He
was bright and ambitious and, by the
date the text. Amazingly, the appeal was
rejected. “Since nothing about the rep-
to congratulate her; she assumed that time he was in his twenties, bristled at resentation of the world was verifiably
the friend was offering a standard New the restrictions imposed on citizens by true or false, the whole of reality became
Year’s greeting. Later in the day, a news the country’s decaying gerontocracy. ungrounded,” Yurchak writes.
segment showed Yeltsin and Putin From a young age, Ernst was obsessed “Viewpoint,” by contrast, spoke hon-
standing side by side in the Presiden- with film. In 1986, when he was twenty- estly and clearly, pushing the country
tial office. “Take care of Russia,” Yeltsin five, he left a senior post at a state ge- to “verbalize things that were impos-
told Putin as they left the room. netics laboratory and, inspired by the sible to say before,” Ernst told me with
The following morning on Chan- convulsions of perestroika, drifted among pride. In August, 1991, when a cabal of
nel One, after a kitschy variety show, Moscow’s quasi-underground directors Communist hard-liners in the security
the network cut to breaking news from and filmmakers. He shot several music services mounted a coup to put an end
Chechnya. Putin had gone on a surprise videos, including a concert by Aquar- to Gorbachev’s perestroika, the crew
trip to visit Russian troop positions, ium, the godfathers of Russian rock, of “Viewpoint” hid equipment in their
where he wore a fur-trimmed parka and who, in 1988, performed in Leningrad apartments and went on the air with
handed out hunting knives. He told the with Dave Stewart from the British pop emergency programming. The coup
soldiers that the war they were fight- band Eurythmics. failed, and, soon after, the Soviet Union
ing was “not just about defending the I met with Ernst in the summer of fell apart. That December, cameras
honor and dignity of the country” but 2018, in a voluminous conference room filmed the Soviet flag being lowered at
also “about putting an end to the dis- at Channel One. He described his early the Kremlin for the last time.
integration of Russia.” Ernst worried days with vibrating enthusiasm. A cen- Ernst once told an interviewer that,
that the separatism in Chechnya could tral part of his self-image is clearly still compared with “Viewpoint,” perhaps
spread, and believed that Russia’s insti- grounded in that period, when he was “only Boris Yeltsin himself played a
tutions of power were atrophied and not an all-powerful television demigod larger role in bringing down the So-
vulnerable to collapse. “In moments but a scrappy outsider. “I felt like a viet state.” But, when we spoke at Chan-
when everything has gone to hell, a per- person who was deceiving everyone,” nel One, Ernst emphasized that the
son shows up, who might not have he told me. “The Soviet Union was still “Viewpoint” team members didn’t see
known of his mission ahead of time, in full force—and yet there I was, with themselves as revolutionaries, even if
but who grabs the architecture of the no formal education as a director, film- history pushed them in that direction.
state and holds it together,” he told me ing some Western musicians, not to “When you’re taking part in a big his-
recently. He thought that this person mention my rocker friends, who them- torical process, you don’t always under-
was Putin. selves had been banned only two or stand how it will develop down the
In the lead-up to the election, Chan- three years before.” line,” he told me.
nel One, under Ernst, portrayed Putin In 1988, he became a director at “View- In 1991, he launched an arts-review
as Yeltsin’s inevitable successor, and re- point,” a news-magazine program that show called “Matador” (he simply liked
lentlessly attacked his rivals, presenting gained a devoted following for its ear- the sound of the word), which was un-
them as infirm, corrupt, even murder- nest discussion of topics that weren’t cov- like anything previously seen on Rus-
ous. Putin’s poll numbers began rising ered elsewhere: corruption in the Com- sian television. Ernst appeared with long
by four or five points in a week, and he munist Party, the failing Soviet war in hair and a motorcycle jacket, and nar-
quickly went from an unknown entity Afghanistan, the fledgling class of mil- rated segments on such topics as the
to the most popular politician in the lionaires. Viewers in the late Soviet era avant-garde filmmaker Rainer Werner
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Fassbinder and the running of the bulls that were good, that there is nothing to ing,” she recalled him saying, smiling
in Pamplona. The show, which aired at be ashamed of, and that we don’t have mischievously. Kachkaeva told me that,
a time of mass bewilderment, was a cap- any other history.” even as Ernst “retained a sense of hoo-
tivating distillation of Ernst’s idiosyn- liganism,” he came “to understand what
crasies. “As always, during any great rup- n 1995, Vladislav Listyev, a beloved kind of instrument he held in his hands,
ture, cracks and openings appear in the
system, which allow just about anyone
I television host from “Viewpoint,” was
made the director of Channel One and
that he is a person of the state.”
In October, 1999, Ernst agreed to take
to enter,” he told me. put Ernst in charge of drawing up a plan on the role of general director at Chan-
Four years into Yeltsin’s Presidency, for new programming. But, just five nel One. His relations with Berezovsky,
with the country still reeling from the weeks after Listyev took over, he was for whom the network served as a per-
Soviet collapse, Ernst produced dozens killed in the stairwell of his apartment sonal plaything, were tense, but Bere-
of public-service advertisements called building. His murder, never solved, was zovsky thought of Ernst as a “very sen-
“The Russian Project,” which used sen- rumored to be connected to his decision sible, well-educated person” with great
timental scenes to teach basic lessons: to change the way the company bought potential. “That all turned out to be true,”
cherish your loved ones, take pride in ads, potentially cutting out gray-market Berezovsky told the weekly magazine
your work. In one, an elderly man hears middlemen. Channel One’s main share- of Kommersant, a Russian newspaper, in
buskers on the metro playing an old holder, Boris Berezovsky, a rapacious oli- 2005. “But, as subsequent events showed,
military march and recalls a wartime garch with interests in everything from he has no real political position. That
love affair. As the music swells, the tag- oil to automobiles, proposed that Ernst would be well and good in a stable de-
line appears: “We remember.” “People take over. At first, Ernst resisted—he mocracy, but is absolutely dangerous in
felt lost, as though they had been dis- found Berezovsky distasteful and un- a transition to a totalitarian regime.”
carded,” Ernst told me. “It was impor- trustworthy—but eventually he agreed Berezovsky backed Putin’s candidacy
tant to let them know that not every- to become the channel’s chief producer. in 2000, and even claimed credit for en-
thing in the past was bad, that we still During the 1996 Presidential race, gineering his ascent. But after Putin
held something in common.” Channel One joined other outlets in gained office the system that he began
His most popular project from the openly supporting Yeltsin’s campaign and to construct had little tolerance for cocky
nineties was “Old Songs About Im- disparaging his revanchist Communist and unruly power brokers, and Bere-
portant Things,” a faux-retro musical opponent. On the eve of the election, zovsky’s ego didn’t allow him to bend to
set on a Soviet collective farm, in which the channel aired an ominous spot that the new rules. Things came to a head
actors crooned tunes from the Soviet ended with a timer counting down to eight months into Putin’s Presidency,
songbook. Leonid Parfyonov, who col- voting day. Anna Kachkaeva, a television when a torpedo exploded in the bow of
laborated with him on the program, critic, saw Ernst a few days afterward the Kursk, a nuclear submarine in the
told an interviewer at the time, “It’s and asked him about it. “From the brain- Barents Sea, killing a majority of the hun-
about admitting that there were things washers, hoping for your understand- dred and eighteen men aboard. Twenty-
three survived, and waited for rescue.
Russia’s attempts to reach them were un-
successful, and it initially refused foreign
help. Nine days later, after Putin relented,
Norwegian deep-sea divers opened the
hatch and found everyone dead.
Berezovsky unleashed his network,
which hammered away at the Kremlin’s
incompetence and compared its han-
dling of the Kursk disaster to the gov-
ernment’s fumbling response to the nu-
clear accident at Chernobyl, in 1986.
Channel One’s flagship news program
broadcast scenes of anguished relatives
subjecting government officials to scath-
ing criticism. Putin was livid. He and his
advisers claimed that the more inflam-
matory clips were manufactured, or at
least grossly manipulated, as part of an
information war carried out by Berezovsky.
When Putin finally visited the bereaved
relatives, he lashed out at the media:
“Television? They’re lying! Lying! Lying!”
According to reports in the Russian
“That’s a coat. That’s a coat. That’s a jacket. That’s a coat. . . .” press, Ernst, in private discussions with
Putin, encouraged one of the more nox ist and media critic in Moscow, Ernst task No. 2 is to inform the country about
ious conspiracy theories floating around has no equal in creating the spectacles what is going on.”
the Kremlin: that a number of the griev that the country’s rulers covet. “Who else Over time, Ernst and Parfyonov, his
ing women shown on television were is going to make their illusions, their former collaborator, began to diverge
actors. Ernst adamantly denies that he myths, their beauty?” she said. professionally, even as they remained
said any such thing. But, while Krem “For Ernst, a sense of immense vi friends. Parfyonov prized his indepen
lin officials ordered Berezovsky to un sual scale was always important,” An dence, which left him with fewer op
load his shares in the channel, they held drei Boltenko, a producer and director portunities on federal airwaves; Ernst
Ernst in great esteem. “He is a very tal who worked at Channel One in the took the other route. “Kostya wanted to
ented journalist,” Alexander Voloshin, early twothousands, said. Russia was be both an artist and a creative direc
Putin’s former chief of staff, said, in 2011. emerging from the confusion and depri tor,” Parfyonov told me. “But it would
“All we had to do was free him from vation of the nineties, and the mood prove impossible to be a creative direc
Berezovsky’s influence.” When I spoke was hopeful. Viewers wanted a tor without serving the state in
to Ernst, he echoed this version of events. story of resurgence. Boltenko one way or another.”
Under Berezovsky, the channel’s news told me, “The scale of the tele Yet, even as Channel One
staff was “waging some kind of politi vision form matched the scale transmits the official narrative,
cal battle rather than doing reporting of belief in the state.” it does so with a measure of taste
work,” he said. At the height of the fall In December, 2001, Channel and restraint, at least compared
out over the Kursk disaster, Ernst— One aired its first callin show with its two main competitors:
whether acting on his own initiative or with Putin. Ernst told me that, Rossiya, which is wholly owned
with instruction from above—fired a when he introduced the idea by the state, and NTV, now
number of staffers close to Berezovsky. to Putin, “he listened and said, owned by a holding company
Under duress, Berezovsky fled to En ‘That’s interesting.’ ” The live broad with ties to Putin. Rossiya is home to
gland, where he hardened into a strident, cast—in which Putin fields questions Dmitry Kiselev, the most sulfurous per
although not always reliable, critic of from citizens, often for more than four sonality on Russian television, who holds
Putin. (He died, apparently by suicide, hours—has appeared nearly every year forth on topics including the arms race
at a manor house outside London, in since. At one moment, he might prom (Russia is the only country that can turn
2013.) However, he never managed to ise a new children’s playground; in the the United States into “radioactive dust”)
develop a real hatred of Ernst. “Ernst next, he might conjure up months of and gays and lesbians (“They should be
could not exist without relying on the withheld salaries for laborers building a banned from donating blood or sperm,
state,” he told Kommersant, from exile. cosmodrome. Ernst described the show and if they die in a car crash, their hearts
“He made a choice not so much against as a particularly Russian phenomenon: should be burned or buried in the ground
me personally but for Putin. It was a “The Russian mentality stipulates that as unsuitable for the continuation of life”).
choice in favor of power.” the leader of the country, no matter what NTV is known for pseudodocumenta
this person is called—President or tsar, ries that disparage opposition figures and
ut in charge of the largest platform Prime Minister or General Secretary hint at all manner of foreign conspiracies.
P in the country, Ernst set about re
alizing his creative vision, which skill
of the Communist Party—is seen to
answer for everything, that there is one
Such offerings rarely appear on Chan
nel One—not because of Ernst’s deep
fully combined a certain cosmopolitan person who symbolizes the entire state.” ideological opposition but because they
savviness with ultimate subservience to Under Ernst, the network took pains do not correspond to his vision of what
the state. Ernst considers himself a go- to avoid the sins of the Berezovsky era, is beautiful and worthy. Yulia Pankratova,
sudarstvennik—a statist—a term many as the Kremlin understood them. In Sep a news anchor on Channel One from
in Russia’s ruling class, including Putin, tember, 2004, Chechen terrorists seized 2006 to 2013, told me that, during her
use to describe their belief in the inherent a school in the town of Beslan, in the tenure, the network’s employees prided
virtue of the state. “It would be strange North Caucasus, and government offi themselves on the sense that “you can
if a channel that belonged to the state cials claimed that there were just three do propaganda, but you can’t let your
were to express an antigovernment hundred and fiftyfour hostages when, self fall below a certain level.”
point of view,” Ernst told me. in fact, there were more than a thou Ernst has directed most of his ener
Under Ernst, Putin’s subsequent in sand. Channel One cited the lower num gies toward entertainment program
augurations became ever more ambitious ber. On the third day of the standoff, ming. “The news is momentary and
productions, involving several hundred when a frenzy of shooting left more than ephemeral,” he told me. “But the artis
cameramen as well as cameras mounted three hundred people dead, foreign media tic realm, this is something deeper. It
on helicopters and overhead tracking covered the events live, but Channel One can stay in people’s minds forever.” It is
cranes. Ernst also reimagined the annual aired just a few minutes on the crisis be also the sphere in which he has the most
Victory Day parade, a celebration of the fore returning to the Brazilian telenovela freedom. Ernst told me that, while his
defeat of Nazi Germany, putting cam “Women in Love.” Ernst defended his interlocutors in the Kremlin pay close
eras in the cockpits of bomber planes, to coverage. “Today, the main task of the attention to Channel One’s news cov
create shots reminiscent of “Top Gun.” television is to mobilize the country,” he erage, they let him make creative series
According to Arina Borodina, a journal told the Financial Times, in 2004. “Our and films with virtually no oversight. He
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has championed shows far edgier than impose a new tax, or raise the pension vince Putin personally,” Boltenko said.
otherwise appear on state airwaves. In age.” But it is evident to the channel’s In February, 2014, Ernst watched the
2012, Ernst aired “Anton’s Right Here,” staff that Ernst and other top television ceremony from a control center high
a documentary about an autistic teen- bosses are given some guidance, though above the stadium in Sochi. It opened
ager living in a cramped apartment with perhaps only as vague hints and shrugs. with a troika of translucent horses lit
his ailing mother. Autism is given little “Nobody comes back from those meet- up in white neon galloping across the
attention in Russian society, and the ings and says, ‘Now we have to do this,’” night sky, gliding along invisible rails
film treats the young man with a rare Pankratova, the former news anchor, told hung from the ceiling. Balloons in bright
degree of dignity, which earned it praise me. “Maybe later that afternoon you see colors stood in for the onion domes of
from many liberals who are generally the top editor for a particular show call St. Basil’s Cathedral; Peter the Great’s
wary of Channel One. In 2013, Ernst over one of the hosts to say something, ships sailed across a dark and wavy ocean
broadcast “Thaw,” a dramatic series set to give some instructions. Or maybe you seemingly printed with an inky wood-
in the nineteen-sixties, during a brief notice that a certain Russian region sud- cut. A steam locomotive bathed in red
period of relaxed control over culture denly gets more coverage.” light barrelled down, a reference to Sta-
and politics. During one episode, view- Part of what makes Ernst so good at lin’s industrialization drive. The Second
ers learn that a likable main character his job is his ability to pick up shifts in World War was represented by the rum-
is gay. The show came at an acute mo- the official mood and to subtly pass them ble of approaching airplanes. The post-
ment of conservative revanchism in Rus- along to his staff. He occasionally gives war years were rendered as an era of
sia’s politics, when the parliament had clear directives; Vladimir Pozner, the athletes, cosmonauts, students, and sti-
just passed a bill outlawing so-called host of a major talk show, has said that lyagi—Soviet proto-hipsters who liked
“homosexual propaganda.” Ernst con- he and Ernst agreed on a blacklist of a jazz and dressed in Western fashions.
tinues to indulge his art-house tastes, dozen people who were not to appear As the show concluded and chants of
even as he’s keenly aware of the lines on his program. But Pankratova told me “Ro-ssi-ya!” echoed through the stadium,
that can’t be crossed. In 2017, he aired that, more often, she was expected to Ernst leaped from his chair in the com-
the American series “Fargo,” dubbed intuit the rules rather than have them mand center. “We’ve done it!” he yelled.
into Russian, but a few disparaging lines spelled out, a system that made every- The ceremony was received rapturously,
about Putin were altered to refer to the one err on the side of caution. Later in even among those hostile to the Putin
leaders of North Korea. her tenure, she didn’t even think to in- state. Navalny called the immediate af-
Ernst has managed to retain the affec- quire whether she could mention pro- terglow “Nice and unifying—excellent.”
tion of many liberal cultural figures, who tests organized by Alexei Navalny, an Ernst did not have long to savor the
praise the artistry and integrity of some anti-corruption activist who had emerged fantasy he’d brought to life. By the time
of Channel One’s programming. He is as the country’s leading opposition pol- the stadium in Sochi hosted the closing
no less at ease among the country’s po- itician. When I asked Ernst whether ceremony, which he also produced, two
litical class. “He knows how to seem certain topics or people were off-limits, and a half weeks later, street protests
one of the gang everywhere,” said Ni- he said, “No one ever tells you, ‘Don’t in Kyiv, Ukraine, had overthrown the
kolay Kartozia, a producer who has show Navalny, don’t use his name.’” In- government of President Viktor Yanu-
known Ernst for years. “You can spend stead, he explained, “such messages aren’t kovych, who had fled and left a power
three hours talking to him, and you’ll conveyed with words. After all, federal vacuum in his wake. Putin was incensed—
see you have so much in common you’ll television channels are run by people he had long seen Ukraine’s geopolitical
be sure you’re from the same circle. I who aren’t stupid.” orientation as a proxy struggle with the
have the sense it works quite the same West—and was intent on exacting re-
in the Kremlin.” n 2007, Russia was chosen to host venge. Within days, Russian special-forces
Putin’s administration hosts weekly
planning meetings for media bosses
I the 2014 Winter Olympics, which
would be held in Sochi, a resort town
soldiers in unmarked uniforms appeared
in Crimea, and, within a month, Russia
which are the subject of much specula- on the Black Sea. Putin promised to had annexed the territory. Western op-
tion. Kachkaeva, the television critic, told spend billions to introduce a “new Rus- probrium, sanctions, and attempts at iso-
me that Ernst “hints at such conversa- sia” to the rest of the world. Ernst was lation followed, deepening after the out-
tions, but he never gives de- put in charge of producing break of war in the Donbass, in eastern
tails, never talks about what the opening ceremony. “We Ukraine, where Russia spurred on a sep-
is asked of him.” Among the wanted to show that Rus- aratist insurgency, supplying funds, weap-
producers at Channel One, sia is part of the global cul- ons, and diplomatic cover.
the Kremlin meetings are known as tural village,” Andrei Boltenko, Ernst’s Back home, the Russian media
“going behind the ramparts”—a refer- Channel One colleague, who became adopted a hysterical and bellicose tone.
ence to the crenellated fortress walls. the creative director and screenwriter of The country was seizing its birthright
When we spoke, Ernst downplayed the the ceremony, said. As time went on, the as a superpower by standing up to the
meetings as largely administrative. “They show became more ambitious, and the West. Channel One’s news programs
might tell us: ‘Here is the President’s main stadium had to be redesigned to were consumed with talk of a coup in
schedule,’ or some other upcoming events, accommodate its technical complexity. Kyiv, NATO’s dark intentions, and the
or maybe the government is planning to “In certain moments, Ernst had to con- supposed neo-fascists who took over
26 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
after Yanukovych. Ernst had imagined
that the Olympics would mark a bright
new era for Russia, and he was taken
aback by the abrupt change in tone. Bol-
tenko told me that the production team
saw it as “a clear and ringing collapse of
all of our hopes.” When I spoke to Ernst,
however, he rejected the idea that the
new narrative had been forced on him
from above. “We—us at Channel One,
as the citizens of the country—felt
deeply offended, and we didn’t need any
additional motivation,” he said.
In July, 2014, Malaysia Airlines
Flight 17, headed from Amsterdam to
Kuala Lumpur, was shot out of the sky
as it passed over eastern Ukraine, and
all two hundred and ninety-eight peo-
ple on board were killed. The Dutch
launched a years-long multinational
investigation, which eventually iden-
tified Russia-backed separatists as hav-
ing fired the missile and traced the anti-
aircraft system used in the attack to a
Russian military unit. As the inquiry
proceeded, state media went into a fury, “Count your pets, folks.”
giving voice to every other possible the-
ory: that the Malaysian airliner had been
targeted by the Ukrainians in the mis-
• •
taken belief that it was Putin’s plane; that
it was hit accidentally as part of an air- ganda. In the Soviet era, the state pushed As a young man, Ernst told me, he
defense training exercise gone wrong; a coherent, if occasionally clumsy, nar- watched “All the President’s Men,” the
that it was downed by the Ukrainian rative to convince the public of the offi- 1976 film about Bob Woodward and Carl
Air Force. In November, 2014, Channel cial version of events. But private media Bernstein’s investigation of Watergate
One aired what it called “sensational” ownership and widespread Internet ac- for the Washington Post. He was enrap-
footage: a satellite image, supposedly cess have made this impossible. Today, tured by the film’s portrayal of journal-
taken by Western intelligence services state outlets tell viewers what they are ism’s moral force, its critical distance and
and passed to Russia by an American already inclined to believe, rather than independence. Like many in his gener-
scientist, that purported to show the try to convince them of what they can ation, he was frustrated by the stifling
plane being attacked by a Ukrainian plainly see is untrue. At the same time, controls of the Soviet system, and pre-
fighter jet. “The image supports a ver- they release a cacophony of theories with sumed that everything was more honest
sion of events which has hardly been the aim of nudging viewers toward be- in the West. But when the barriers be-
heard in the West,” a host said. lieving nothing at all, or of making them tween the two worlds collapsed Ernst
The picture was quickly outed as so overwhelmed that they simply throw began to see the blind spots of the media
a fake. The time stamp didn’t match up their hands. Trying to ascertain the outlets he once worshipped. “I grew up
that of the incident, the plane had iden- truth becomes a matter of guessing who and travelled all over, and, especially in
tifying markings that distinguished it benefits from a given narrative. recent years, it’s become increasingly clear
from the Malaysian aircraft, and the In this case, the state’s approach seems to me that justice, democracy, the com-
terrain underneath was clipped from to have worked: a year later, a poll showed plete truth—they don’t exist anywhere
photos posted online two years before. that only about five per cent of Russians in the world,” he said. Ernst wears his
When I asked Ernst why his channel blamed their government or the sepa- cynicism as a sign of enlightenment. It
gave voice to something so easily dis- ratists for the disaster. When I asked would be impossible to convince him
proven, he said that it was a simple error: Ernst about the official Dutch report, that today’s CNN and the BBC don’t
“Yes, we’re human, we made a mistake, he told me that our disagreement came have the same partiality as Channel One,
but not on purpose.” down to a matter of belief: “You believe or are not also following an agenda.
Baldly false stories, in the right doses, the Dutch report is true, and I believe “People who make television are citizens
are not disastrous for Channel One; in the Dutch report is unprofessional.” It of a specific country, from a certain na-
fact, they are an integral part of the Putin was as if we were arguing about religion tionality, with particular cultural codes,”
system’s postmodern approach to propa- or aesthetics rather than a set of facts. Ernst told me. Channel One must play
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the game the way everyone else does. course, that never happened: not only had a bald head and a permanent smirk,
In recent years, the space for free- was I outnumbered by half a dozen other turned the question back to me: “Imag-
wheeling and irreverent programming guests but I could interject only a few ine there are two candidates. The first
on Channel One has shrunk, and the in- words at most, and had to huff and puff says, ‘I hate Russia and will do all I can
tensity of propaganda has grown. But and raise my voice. In the end, I came to destroy it.’ The second, however, says,
Ernst has stuck around. The unique across as just another agitated talking ‘I will do everything possible to be friends
power of television remains seductive. “I head. Even my most forceful protests with Russia.’ So, who would you root for
can make an impact on the place where made issues of fact seem muddy and un- in Russia’s place?” I pushed again. Did
I was born, on the people with whom I knowable, proving that everything is a Kuzichev have any regrets? “Yes, we are
share a language, a history, and an un- question of perspective and allegiance. sorry,” he said, his voice rising. “We’re
derstanding, share the same smells and The program offers viewers a crude car- sorry that everything was just words. Yes,
songs and movie quotes,” he told me. “I nival sideshow: one of its co-hosts is we were rooting for Trump. I can confirm
know these people and can understand famous for having once brought out that. We acted like fools who naïvely be-
them. I love them.” a bucket labelled “Shit” and daring a lieved a bunch of words.”
Ukrainian guest to eat from it. (It turned Channel One has embraced the line
n September, 2014, six months after out to be chocolate.) I had a hard time that Trump is being undermined by po-
I the annexation of Crimea, a new pro-
gram appeared on Channel One called
imagining Ernst, the discerning auteur,
being pleased with such antics; they seem
litical élites and the so-called “deep state,”
a position that allows its presenters to
“Time Will Tell,” a crass debate show to embody the ways that his channel has explain his inability to improve relations
covering the issues of the day, which usu- changed to accommodate the mood of with Russia, while also revelling in how
ally revolve around how the West is keep- the new era. In its loyalty to the official the American government has devolved
ing Russia down. When, in August, 2016, narrative, however, the show is in keep- into a self-injurious political circus. This
a producer called me to ask if I would ing with the model he has built. narrative has only gained strength since
appear as a guest—it’s hard to find Rus- “Time Will Tell,” like much of the the beginning of the recent impeachment
sian-speaking Americans in Moscow Russian news, is obsessed by the United hearings in Congress. “Let them fight
willing to get yelled at for an hour on States, a consequence of the Russian rul- amongst themselves,” a host on “Time
live television—I agreed, curious about ing class’s simultaneous fascination with Will Tell” said on a recent episode. A
what it feels like on the factory floor of and revulsion for the American political Channel One anchorman declared, “With
the state’s propaganda enterprise. system. This became all the more true impeachment, Congress has guaranteed
On the day I was set to appear, a in the run-up to the 2016 U.S. election. that the 2020 Presidential election will
minder met me at the entrance to the Ernst told me, “Of course everyone here be the most beastly in American history.”
studio and led me through a vast war- was pleased with Donald Trump. He The hosts on “Time Will Tell” seem
ren of hallways. I sat in a makeup chair seemed to represent a change in the as confused as Trump is about why there
and endured a heavy dusting of powder. American political trend.” Trump openly would be anything wrong with linking
The audience numbered about a hun- favored a transactional style of politics, military aid money for Ukraine to po-
dred people, who were given the signal with little appetite for values or norms. litical favors. Isn’t that how American
to clap when the show returned from Here was a person with whom Putin foreign policy has always operated?
commercial break, or when one of the could sit down and divide up the world, Watching the show, I was reminded of
pro-Kremlin guests made a particularly as Soviet and American leaders had done my conversations with Ernst, in which
acerbic point at the expense of one of at Yalta, in 1945. he seemed eager to show that he is alive
the show’s villains—in this case, me. We After Trump’s surprise victory, “Time to how the world really works, unlike
discussed the Russian Olympic athletes Will Tell” reflected the Russian state those idealists—perhaps me included—
facing bans for doping allegations and media’s initial euphoria; then its hostile who remain blinded by naïveté. It is a
the conflict in Syria, where both Mos- mockery of the notion that Russia, world view grounded in some truth, but
cow and Washington had forces deployed. through hacking or trolls, might have it has the effect of excusing all manner
All of the questions were leading ones. had anything to do with that result; and, of behavior as simply routine. On a re-
The United States carries itself with an finally, a creeping sense of confusion cent episode, from mid-November, when
air of impunity, one of the show’s hosts and disappointment as Trump proved a steady stream of witnesses were testi-
told me—“Isn’t that disastrous?” Another unable to single-handedly cancel sanc- fying in Congress, one of the hosts
posited, “Obama referred to Russia as a tions and reconfigure U.S.-Russian re- turned to an American journalist and
‘regional power.’ Can’t we say that’s when lations. During one broadcast on which mocked the idea that the Democrats
all our problems between the two coun- I appeared, when we were discussing an had uncovered anything incriminating.
tries began?” address that Trump had made to the “Where is the evidence? Why don’t they
I returned to “Time Will Tell” every United Nations—Channel One’s news produce it?” the host asked. The Amer-
now and then over the next few months, program had called it “lengthy and rather ican guest responded, “You just don’t
on each occasion certain that this would pompous”—I asked the hosts if they show it on this channel, like they don’t
be the day I would manage to say some- felt any regret that the Russian media show it on Fox News.” The host smiled,
thing subversive and devastatingly con- had favored Trump. and pretended to act afraid: “Quick, cut
vincing on Russian state television. Of One of them, Anatoly Kuzichev, who to commercial break!”
28 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
SHOUTS & MURMURS
According to a recent Gallup poll, ninety-four per F.D.R. Her son is Keanu Reeves. Her cookie fortunes on Instagram, because
cent of Americans would vote for a woman for other son got on the U.S.C. crew team she knows that no one cares. She does
President. So why haven’t we had a female in by practicing. She went to Harvard, but not aspire to host her own comedy pod-
the White House? Simple! We haven’t had the
right candidate. hated it. cast one day. She survived the Sooper-
She has a diversified portfolio with DooperLooper at Hershey Park.
a healthy annual yield of eighteen per She is Beyoncé.
he electable female candidate cent, even though she invests only in She knows how to change a tire, fix
T reaches across the aisle with soft,
moisturized hands. She knows how to
companies that turn Styrofoam cups
into schools in Africa. She plans to do-
a 3-D printer, launch a torpedo, un-
launch a torpedo, and juggle wet bars
fire a gun, but also has never held a gun, nate her estate to charity upon her de- of soap. She’s a boomer, but she has a
and doesn’t know what a gun is. She’s mise, which doctors say won’t happen great sense of humor about the phrase
becoming a vegan, but stands behind until at least 2039. She pays herself only “O.K., boomer.”
Arby’s in its commitment to the Meats. ten per cent less than what she pays the She wears sensible shoes that are hot.
She would never eat her salad with men who work for her. She can bench-press two-fifty but has
a comb, because she knows that the only She promises to make a golden re- the lean muscles of a Zumba instructor.
acceptable non-hair-related uses of a triever her Veep. His name is Buddy, She’s six feet tall and a quarter of a foot
comb are scratching your back and play- and he has only three legs, because he wide. Her breasts are large but not ob-
ing it like a kazoo. She has never taken lost one in Nam. Buddy is socially lib- scene. Her rear is juicy. The only symp-
a DNA test, because she already knows eral but fiscally conservative. tom of her period is that it makes her
that she’s a hundred per cent that bitch. She’ll implement universal health skinny. She glows in the dark, but in an
She has the charisma of a charlatan care but fund the entire program her- extremely healthy, nonradioactive way.
but the integrity of Charlie from “Char- self by holding a gluten-free bake sale. She loves babies, even the ugly ones,
lie and the Chocolate Factory.” She’s She enjoys cooking festive dinners for although she has never participated in
able to radically reshape society, but her family and obliterating North Korea a gender-reveal party.
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
moderately. She was raised on a farm with nuclear weapons. She is everything to everyone.
in the middle of Central Park. When she gets an iPhone-update She would be pleased to be the Pres-
Her paternal grandfather is Ronald alert, she installs it immediately. She ident, but she is not ambitious enough
Reagan. Her maternal grandfather is never posts screenshots of her fortune- to run.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 29
gressively more frantic transactions, in
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS search of a payoff big enough to retro-
actively justify the risks. Variety com-
OUTSIDE SHOT
pared the film, admiringly, to a “pro-
tracted heart attack,” though the Safdie
brothers seem to think of it, like its pre-
The Safdie brothers’ new film is a dizzying ode to New York—and maybe a hit. decessors, as a loving and realistic por-
trait of their home town. Residents and
BY KELEFA SANNEH visitors alike routinely complain that
the city is not as interesting as it used
uring every New York Knicks home New Orleans Pelicans. But the man to be; the Safdies’ work is devoted to
D game, the scoreboard at Madison
Square Garden displays a message ask-
shouting his name was not a friend, just
a mischievous Googler—who also hap-
the proposition that any place can be
interesting, especially New York, pro-
ing fans to refrain from disruptive be- pens to be one of the most acclaimed vided you look carefully enough.
havior. It is a reasonable request, but on film directors in the world. His name It was a few weeks before the open-
a recent night it was not enough to dis- is Josh Safdie, and he is thirty-five; he ing of “Uncut Gems,” and the Safdie
suade a wiry man with a beard and a ball and his brother, Benny Safdie, who is brothers had taken a break from pre-
cap, who was standing up, cupping his two years younger, have directed a se- release screenings (Telluride, Toronto,
hands around his mouth, and yelling, ries of movies that have been increas- the New York Film Festival) to steal a
“Hey, Aaron! Aaron Smith!” ingly ambitious and increasingly pop- glimpse of Zion Williamson, the Peli-
A security guard, a few rows closer to ular. In 2017, they made “Good Time,” cans’ No. 1 draft pick. The Safdies are
the court, gestured downward with his starring Robert Pattinson, a jittery, hal- obsessive about basketball; in “Uncut
palms: Quiet, please. lucinatory crime drama, which, once Gems,” Howard’s fortunes rise and fall
“I’m just trying to get my friend’s at- you got over the jitters, was perhaps with the outcomes of the games he bets
tention,” the man said. also a comedy. Their latest, “Uncut on. But Williamson had foiled their
“Text him,” the guard said. Gems,” is a hectic and soulful film largely plans by tearing his meniscus, so the
“I can’t,” the man said. “He’s reffing.” set in New York’s Diamond District, brothers had to find other ways to en-
Aaron Smith was indeed one of the and starring Adam Sandler as Howard tertain themselves. Of the two, Josh Saf-
referees that night, working a pre-sea- Ratner, a gem dealer and sports gam- die tends to be the instigator, driven by
son game between the Knicks and the bler who spends two hours making pro- instinct and daring. Near one of the
“Movies are against nature,” Josh Safdie (in ball cap) says. “It’s the most perverted art form. It’s trying to replicate life.”
30 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 PHOTOGRAPH BY GUS POWELL
baselines, he spotted James Dolan, the the brothers are on set, Josh generally For years, the brothers were do-it-
team’s widely reviled owner, sitting next takes a position behind the monitors, yourself visionaries, finding ingenious
to a muscle-bound young man whom shouting out suggestions to the actors. ways to make their little movies seem
he recognized as Dolan’s son, Quentin, Benny customarily holds the boom mi- big; they used the city as their sound-
a bodybuilder, to whom Safdie had once crophone, talking quietly to the actors stage in part because it was free. When
anonymously AirDropped a photograph and—directly into the microphone— they began shooting “Uncut Gems,”
of a monster flashing a devil’s-horn even more quietly to his brother. last year, Josh was annoyed to see that
sign—he likes sending strange pictures “Yo, Kane!” Josh shouted. “Kane his crew had posted flyers with filming
to strangers. Fitzgerald!” He had identified another permits on Forty-seventh Street; he was
A young boy was sitting directly in referee. hoping to keep a low profile, in order
front of the Safdies, and Josh made a “I’m telling you, they’re like the to capture life in the district. Then he
semi-successful effort to moderate his Queen’s guard,” Benny said. “They’re not saw the platoon of trucks parked around
language. (“Move the ball! What the going to pay attention.” the corner and remembered that he was
fuck are you doing?”) Seated next to “No—I’m telling you, I get them,” involved in a major production, much
the boy was a man eating French fries, Josh said. too big to be surreptitious. For street
who soon became the unwitting star of “Enough,” the guard finally said, scenes, the Safdies assembled about a
a short film. Josh, raising his iPhone, sternly. hundred extras, who mingled with peo-
zoomed in on the man’s fingers: he was Josh turned plaintive. “We’re not al- ple going about their business. If the
neatly applying a line of ketchup to each lowed to cheer?” extras caught someone gawking at San-
fry, like toothpaste on a toothbrush. The When the game was over—a one- dler, or at the camera, they were in-
brothers are always looking for ways point Knicks loss, not that it mattered— structed to create a simple distraction:
to combine scripted storytelling with Josh couldn’t resist descending a few rows approach the gawker and, posing as a
scenes from everyday life. They typically to talk to the guard who had shushed tourist, ask for directions to the nearest
cast experienced actors alongside first- him. Like many people who like to get subway station.
timers, which is to say, “real people”— into a bit of trouble, Josh has a corre- “This is very new—this whole expe-
although the Safdies would probably sponding knack for talking himself out rience,” Benny Safdie said. For “Uncut
object that the term insults the first- of it. The guard, turning conspiratorial, Gems,” they commissioned a score by
timers, by implying that they’re not act- told him, “If it was me, I don’t give a shit. the electronic musician Daniel Lopatin,
ing, and also the professionals, by im- It’s an N.B.A. rule. You’re not allowed who records as Oneohtrix Point Never.
plying that they’re not “real.” Still, view- to bother the refs, and you can’t bother The sound is neoclassical, inspired, at
ers who found themselves transfixed by the players during time-outs.” various points, by Haydn’s Symphony
the faintly menacing professionalism The brothers were listening intently, No. 88 and by Vangelis, the pioneering
of the bail bondsman in “Good Time” but they were also watching, noting not synthesizer wizard. And yet the most
might have been pleased to discover just the guard’s pungent white-New York memorable sound is the raspy buzzer of
that he was played by the proprietor of accent but also the fit of his jacket, and Howard’s shop, which serves as the film’s
American Liberty Bail Bonds, in Kew the purposeful way he gripped the rail- irregular heartbeat. On this day, the
Gardens, Queens. ing when he descended to the section brothers were trying to make the mix a
Sometimes the Safdies seem to know below. Maybe one of these days they’ll little clearer, to allow viewers to separate
everyone in the city, although not ev- need someone to play a Madison Square the voices from the noise. They worked
eryone in the city knows them. When Garden security guard. for a long time on a moment near the
they were recognized at Madison Square end of the first act, when an African-
Garden, during the fourth quarter, it andman!” Josh Safdie said, picking American character named Demany,
was by a student from New York Uni-
“S up his phone. “What’s going on?” played by Lakeith Stanfield, issues a
versity’s graduate film program. “I just He and his brother were in a sound studio pithy summation of Howard, the hero:
want to say, you guys are my favorite in midtown, making last-minute alter- “He just a fuckin’ crazy-ass Jew.”
filmmakers in the world,” he said, be- ations to “Uncut Gems.” On the screen, an The Safdie brothers spent a decade
fore shyly sprinting away. image of Sandler, in character as How- trying to make “Uncut Gems,” driven
“I swear to God we didn’t plan that,” ard, was frozen in mid-patter. Josh talked by their abiding affection for Howard,
said Benny Safdie, who is short-haired quietly for a few minutes, then hung who is, some early reviewers have no-
and clean-shaven, and a bit bigger than up and turned to his brother. “Sandler ticed, something of an asshole. A critic
Josh. Benny is the quieter of the two, couldn’t believe we were back in the mix,” on IndieWire called him “the most con-
but he is the more dedicated performer. he said. The Safdies love crosstalk and temptible character” Sandler has ever
For a few years he tormented the city’s ambient sound; they hate the idea of played, which means that he outranks
comedy clubs, in character as a fretful forcing actors to deliver credible dialogue both title characters of “Jack and Jill,”
failed comedian named Ralph Handel; in artificial silence. Now they were pre- Sandler’s 2011 comedy, about a man with
naturally, the brothers captured these paring a special mix for the Dolby Atmos an annoying sister, which currently has
appearances on film. (Nowadays, Ben- system, which allows filmmakers to cre- a three-per-cent positive rating on the
ny’s schedule is slightly less flexible: he ate the sensation that sounds are ema- review site Rotten Tomatoes. Sandler
is married, with two young sons.) When nating from specific places in a room. says that he was impressed by the script
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 31
for “Uncut Gems,” but initially between Queens, with their fa Safdie film that followed the baby’s
puzzled by the brothers’ rever ther, and Manhattan, where their mother, slightly freaked out by the out
ence for Howard. “They loved mother lived with their step burst that interrupted her ordinary day.
him,” Sandler recalls. “On the father, who worked in finance. Benny Safdie graduated in 2008,
front page, it says ‘In Howard Their upbringing was “very but he skipped the ceremony to fly to
We Trust.’” In the film, Howard fucked up,” Josh says, but they Cannes, where his short film “Acquain
is incorrigible, seemingly intent endured—becoming, in Benny’s tances of a Lonely John” was screened,
on destroying his family and his words, “not just normal broth alongside Josh’s début feature, “The
business. “It took me a minute,” San ers” but also fellowsurvivors. They Pleasure of Being Robbed.” The films
dler says, “because he feels selfish to me. graduated from Columbia Grammar had been selected independently, and
But something that really helped me and Preparatory School, a private in the programmers were surprised to find
was—they were, like, ‘Yeah, he does stitution on the Upper West Side; in that the two directors were brothers.
selfish shit, but he’s a dreamer. He wants the early twothousands, they arrived, The early Safdie films were nearly twee,
his big day. He sees other people get a year apart, at Boston University. By because the main characters tended to
ting their ass kissed and he wants his then, they had cofounded a doityour be wistful and a little restless. (In “Lonely
own big moment.’” self filmmaking collective called Red John,” Benny plays an unmoored young
Bucket, and begun paying special at man with a small apartment who likes
he Safdies’ father, Alberto, a Se tention to films that blurred the line to hang out at his local gas station.) But
T phardic Jew who grew up in Italy
and France before moving to New York,
between fiction and documentary. Their
boyhood favorites had included action
the brothers were determined to avoid
easy sentiment and easily sympathetic
worked for a time as a runner and a movies like “48 Hrs.”; now they were characters. After Cannes, with some
salesman on Fortyseventh Street, bring discovering films like “CloseUp,” from financing from a French company, they
ing jewelry from the district to shops 1990, by the Iranian director Abbas started work on an unabashedly auto
in the boroughs; he would come home Kiarostami, who used both archival biographical project, “Daddy Longlegs”:
with stories of all the Howards he met. footage and reënactment to tell the real a feature about a young father, loving
Alberto Safdie was by all accounts an story of an obsessive fan who imper but wildly unreliable, trying to make it
unpredictable father; the brothers re sonated a celebrated director. In Bos through a twoweek visit with his two
member spending days at home alone, ton, they studied with Ted Barron, a young sons. The mood shifted unpre
locked in a small bedroom, with a pile historian of contemporary independent dictably from playful nostalgia to men
of comic books and basketball cards. American film, who was impressed by ace and back again, or nearly back again;
But he transmitted to his sons an at their industriousness. “They were al once you’ve seen a character chopping
tention to the characters of the city, and ways making stuff,” Barron says. “The up a sleeping pill to keep his children
an obsession with film. Not long after other students would only make films in bed longer, it’s difficult to view him
Benny was born, Alberto bought a video when they were told to.” as a wellmeaning guy trying his best.
camera and began making home mov This was the era of “Jackass,” the
ies. In search of exciting footage, he MTV show built around silly and pain ne afternoon, at a cheap Thai res
would send the boys hurtling down too
steep ski slopes, or goad them into reën
ful stunts, and the Safdie brothers’ early
work could be prankish. In one short
O taurant in midtown, Josh Safdie
tried to explain his complicated feelings
acting fights from the previous day. film from 2008, which they describe as about his chosen profession. “I think
Sometimes they became aware that he a “social experiment,” Benny plays a movies are against nature,” he said. “It’s
had been secretly filming them, which dickish businessman on a city bus, voic the most perverted art form.” He was
made them both selfconscious and cu ing increasing annoyance at a crying talking about how filmmakers manip
rious. Which moments did their father baby; eventually a longhaired Good ulate the world around them, using view
consider worth filming? Partly in self Samaritan pushes him out the rear door, ers’ voyeurism to trick them into caring
defense, they started commandeering to the delight of fellowpassengers. about an invented reality. “It’s trying to
the camera to make their own films: Most of the people were innocent by replicate life,” he said. “Which is fucked
goofy horror movies, parody documen standers, but the Samaritan was a friend up—and so powerful.”
taries, even an antismoking propaganda of the Safdies’, Casey Neistat, who was The brothers’ mixed feelings about
film, starring Josh as a smoker who sud then emerging as a kind of online au their medium often center on actors in
denly dies. teur. (Neistat and his brother Van made particular. “Actors have a certain amount
Alberto split with the boys’ mother, imaginative viral videos, including one of psychotic energy,” Josh says. “They
Amy, when the brothers were young; in which Van illegally bicycled through want to be other people.” Instead, the
to explain the situation, he instructed the Holland Tunnel; a few years later, Safdies often cast people who seem in
them to watch “Kramer vs. Kramer,” they got an HBO show.) Neistat re capable of being anything other than
the brutal 1979 custody drama, leaving members the Safdies as adventurous themselves. In the new film, Sandler’s
them to work out for themselves the but cerebral. “They were coming from girlfriend is played by Julia Fox, a glam
complicated relationship between the a far more informed, intellectual, kind orous figure from New York’s down
filmed world and the real world. The of academic side of the film world,” he town bohemia, who is essentially making
Safdies spent their boyhood shuttling says. It’s not hard to imagine a longer her acting début as the female lead in
32 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
one of the year’s most anticipated films. ing whether to take home a copy of cumspect, at least most of the time.
The Safdies have found that a useful “Uncut Gems,” to do more work over- Bronstein recalled that, when he was
tension is generated when professional night. Bronstein considered the worst- trying to film a follow-up to “Frown-
actors are forced to contend with peo- case scenario. “What if you get mugged land,” Benny, who was one of his stars,
ple playing themselves. “When Adam on the subway?” he said. “You have no had a tendency to interrupt rehearsals
goes into that jewelry store and talks to idea how awful it would be.” The film with bouts of weeping.
two real jewellers, they’re not used to stayed in the office. “Daddy Longlegs,” their first project
being on camera,” Benny says. “But he’s “We’re all anxious people, in differ- together, was a critical hit: in 2010, it
not used to being in jewelry stores.” ent ways,” Bronstein says, of himself won the John Cassavetes Award (given
As the Safdies were casting “Daddy and of the Safdies. A decade older than to a film with a budget of less than half
Longlegs,” Josh noticed two young boys the brothers, Bronstein can serve as a a million dollars); in the Times, A. O.
on the street who seemed perfect. They figure of restraint. “I don’t get carried Scott called it a “lovely, hair-raising film.”
turned out to be Sage and Frey Ranaldo, away by life as easily as they do,” he The Safdies imagined that “Uncut Gems”
the sons of Lee Ranaldo, the Sonic Youth says. While the brothers orchestrate would come next. Josh began hanging
guitarist, and Leah Singer, an artist; the spectacles, his job has often been to out on Forty-seventh Street, trying to
boys agreed to act in the movie, and make sure that quiet, intimate moments penetrate the world of jewellers, while
their parents appeared as their stepfa- ring true. Bronstein describes the differ- also turning out short films and docu-
ther and their mother. To play the fa- ence between the brothers in bluntly mentaries. When the brothers were hired
ther, the Safdies cast Ronald Bronstein, Freudian terms. “Josh is maybe the most by the Turtle Conservancy, a conserva-
who was known for directing an inti- anally repulsive creator that I’ve ever tionist group, they produced a series of
mate, black-hearted 2007 drama called come across,” he said, admiringly, in a standard celebrity public-service an-
“Frownland.” Josh met Bronstein on the documentary produced by Criterion. nouncements, and then something very
street, at the SXSW festival, and loved “He’s always shitting everything out; different: a four-minute fake documen-
his twitchy energy and his long, expres- he’s also always taking in new influ- tary about a rare-animal smuggler in a
sive face—he bears a faint resemblance ences.” By contrast, he said, “Benny is, hotel penthouse in Hong Kong, which
to Kramer, from “Seinfeld.” like, continence incarnate”—more cir- was so realistic that the Conservancy
Bronstein had been impressed by
one of Safdie’s early short films, “We’re
Going to the Zoo,” in which Josh plays
a free-spirited hitchhiker. “It was just so
light on its feet—it was like a helium
balloon,” Bronstein says. “My balloon
was filled with lead.” But he had no
special interest in acting, and he didn’t
want to embarrass himself, so he agreed
to star only if he could consult on the
script. The brothers agreed, and after the
shoot they asked him to help them edit.
Bronstein’s performance was widely cel-
ebrated: in 2010, he won Breakthrough
Actor at the Gotham Independent Film
Awards, beating Jennifer Lawrence and
Greta Gerwig. But he has done almost
no acting since then; instead, he has be-
come the third member of Team Saf-
die. They have an elegant basic arrange-
ment, Bronstein says: “I write with Josh,
Josh directs with Benny, Benny edits
with me.”
Bronstein has an office at Elara Pic-
tures, the brothers’ production company,
a few blocks south of Herald Square.
On a recent afternoon, he was sitting
in a chair on lime-green carpet, undis-
tracted by the city noises leaking in from
two sources: Broadway, through the win-
dow, and a cluster of editing screens, “Hi! I’m the worst possible thing you could say
through the door. An assistant editor at any given moment. Mind if I just hang out here
poked his head into the office, wonder- in front of your face for your entire life?”
Ilya’s musical tastes were extreme: we
see him in a public library, listening
to the black-metal band Burzum on
YouTube. But, for the soundtrack, the
brothers drew heavily on “Snowflakes
Are Dancing,” the 1974 album by the
Japanese electronic musician known as
Tomita, which consists of otherworldly
synthesizer versions of Claude Debussy’s
compositions. The idea was to create a
film that felt romantic, without roman-
ticizing the addiction and the violence
in it. “We know it’s not for everybody,”
Josh Safdie said, around the time of the
film’s release. But he felt confident that
it would find an audience. “I think there’s
eight kids in every high school in Amer-
ica that would freak out over this movie.”
One person who freaked out was
Robert Pattinson, a star of the “Twilight”
• • movies, who was looking for challeng-
ing new roles. Mesmerized by an image
of Holmes from the film, heavy-lidded
had to issue a statement reassuring view- grim film that Benny Safdie once de- and lit in purples and pinks, he e-mailed
ers that although the problem was real, scribed as a “nonfiction drama.” Holmes the Safdies to say that he wanted to work
the film was make-believe. played a version of herself, pretending with them. The brothers were still try-
One way of describing the years after to use heroin while she was actually ing to make “Uncut Gems,” and they
“Daddy Longlegs” is to say that the using methadone. (The brothers ar- knew there was no role in it for a boy-
brothers kept getting sidetracked. When ranged for her to go to rehab once film- ish English heartthrob. So they resolved
a producer asked if they would be in- ing was done.) Caleb Landry Jones, an to create something new for him. With
terested in looking at some old footage emerging movie star, played her abusive Bronstein, they started thinking about
of Lenny Cooke, a legendary New Jer- but somehow mesmerizing part-time a heist film, “Good Time,” in which a
sey high-school basketball star who boyfriend, Ilya. The real Ilya was by nervy lowlife named Connie tries to
never quite managed a professional all accounts a volatile figure; he died of carry off a bank robbery. To balance Pat-
career, they said yes, and then found an overdose before the film’s première. tinson’s character, they gave him a brother
themselves spending years delving into Jones disappeared into the role so com- with unspecified intellectual disabilities,
Cooke’s life. The film they made has pletely that people on the street some- someone to conspire with and also to
no narration, and it avoids the tempta- times mistook him for the real Ilya and, take care of. They considered casting an
tion to draw any lessons from Cooke’s accordingly, tried to either calm him actor with intellectual disabilities, but
thrilling boyhood (we see him scoring down or fight him. The Safdies filmed the film had to be emotionally and phys-
over a fellow-phenomenon, LeBron outside during a brutally cold winter ically gruelling, and they worried that
James) or his bittersweet adulthood. fortnight, subsisting largely on trail mix they wouldn’t be able to get the perfor-
Near the end comes an audacious scene, made by a member of the crew; by the mance they wanted without subjecting
enabled by special effects, that makes end of the shoot, they looked about as the actor to real-life stress. Benny Saf-
viewers wonder if anything else was fake. ragged as the people on the other side die decided to play the role himself.
In those years, Bronstein was work- of the camera. When the film’s financers expressed skep-
ing as a projectionist at Lincoln Cen- The unvarnished look of “Heaven ticism, he made an audition tape in char-
ter, and one day Josh Safdie stopped Knows What,” which makes most other acter as Nick, growing agitated as he
by to tell him that he had met an in- films about homeless characters seem asked the casting director why she was
triguing young woman on Forty-seventh ludicrously contrived, can obscure the filming him and what was going on. In
Street: Arielle Holmes, a jeweller’s ap- brothers’ sophisticated approach. They the film, Benny makes Nick intensely
prentice who turned out to be part of a worked with Sean Price Williams, one thoughtful, even though we usually can’t
community of homeless young people of the most celebrated cinematogra- be sure what he’s thinking.
battling addiction. Safdie paid Holmes phers in independent film, who shot For the Safdies, “Good Time” was a
to write her life story, which she did, with long lenses, from a distance, so as way of showing the film world that they
often by using display laptops at a nearby not to disturb the actors or alert the au- could be trusted to make bigger mov-
Apple Store. With Bronstein, the broth- thorities (there were no filming permits ies. (Thanks to the marketable presence
ers turned her memoir into a movie: involved); the action unfolds in tense, of Pattinson, the film had a reported
“Heaven Knows What,” an astonishingly unsteady closeups. In the film, as in life, budget of about four and a half million
34 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
dollars.) To viewers who didn’t know have long resisted the idea that film- strated. The Safdies seem to sustain
the backstory, “Good Time” might have making should be morally instructive, close friendships with virtually all their
looked more like a crowning achieve- with admirable heroes and clearly iden- collaborators, and with each other; if
ment. Connie and his accomplices tear tified villains. Instead, they take an ap- Josh hears Benny say something that
through Manhattan, Queens, Long Is- proach that is at once more generous he likes, he often responds by rubbing
land, and Brooklyn, showing us parts and more unsparing, refusing to either Benny’s ear or squeezing his arm.
of New York that don’t always appear condemn their characters or prettify “Uncut Gems” may not mollify crit-
onscreen. One scene is a frenzied sprint them. Most of all, they resist the idea ics of the Safdies’ tendency to appropri-
through the New World Mall, in Flush- that movie characters must learn and ate styles and poses from real life, or to
ing; the brothers had permission to shoot grow; their heroes tend to be stubbornly let their characters make bad decisions
there, but they showed up without warn- stuck. “I don’t know many people who without authorial censure. It is partly
ing and shot largely with hidden cam- change—in particular, who change over a film about Jewish identity: Howard,
eras, as if they were still running a guer- a short span of time,” Josh Safdie says. the hero, is, in Sandler’s words, a “ba-
rilla operation. “Good Time” craftily “That’s just not how life unfolds.” dass Jew,” living in a Jewish enclave on
updates the Safdie template: if their The Safdies aim less to edify au- Long Island. Like James Caan’s simi-
early movies sometimes felt improvised, diences than to envelop them: they larly badass character in “The Gambler,”
this one had evident narrative momen- want to create immersive experiences, from 1974, Howard is infatuated with
tum, supplied by a main character who which generally requires that they im- basketball. The Safdies’ jewelry movie
is always on the run—and, therefore, merse themselves. In order to make a is also a basketball movie, set in 2012:
constantly improvising. Many viewers film as unflinching as “Heaven Knows Kevin Garnett, the retired Celtics star,
may have been too dazzled by the ac- What,” Josh Safdie spent so much time convincingly plays himself, a prospec-
tion to notice the obstacle that the broth- in Holmes’s world that he scarcely reg- tive customer of Howard’s and also an
ers put in their own path. To under- istered its bleakness. (“Once you’re in important figure in Howard’s betting
score the sense of physical push and the darkness, your eyes adjust,” he said.) strategy. Scott Rudin, one of the pro-
pull, they managed to make a violent On the press tour, Jones, their star, was ducers, said he was drawn in partly by
action movie with no guns. mumbly and glassy-eyed, as if he were the “race politics”: Howard is a Jewish
having trouble getting out of charac- man whose clientele is largely African-
ost of the reviews of “Good Time” ter. When the film was released, American, and whose prized
M were enthusiastic. But there were
some dissenters, notably A. O. Scott,
Safdie proclaimed Holmes a
“movie star,” and her life sud-
possession is a black opal sto-
len from an Ethiopian mine.
the Times critic. Scott, who had loved denly grew more glamorous; When Garnett suggests that
“Daddy Longlegs,” conceded that the she modelled in a fashion shoot Howard exploited the Ethiopi-
brothers were “clever and crafty,” but he with Lady Gaga, and had a role ans by underpaying for the opal,
found himself repelled by the new movie, in “American Honey,” the well- Howard defends himself with
especially by the way Pattinson’s char- reviewed film about travelling a basketball analogy. “I see you
acter mistreats a series of black charac- magazine sellers. Since then, out there when the fuckin’ sta-
ters. “This pattern does not seem acci- though, Holmes has faded from dium’s all booin’ ya, you’re thirty
dental,” Scott wrote, and he wondered view. Buddy Duress was another first- up, you’re still going full tilt,” he says.
whether the brothers meant to hold up time actor, gangly and charismatic, who “Come on, K.G.—this is no different
for critique Connie’s “bottom-of-the- appeared in “Heaven Knows What,” from that.” Through the Safdies’ eyes,
barrel white privilege,” or whether they and again in “Good Time,” which was we watch Howard fondly but not quite
were merely trolling—engaged in “coy, informed by his time in jail. He had a credulously. This is just how he is.
self-disavowing provocation.” He con- number of acting opportunities, but
cluded that it didn’t much matter. The ended up back in jail on drug charges. n October, “Uncut Gems” screened
movie, he wrote, was merely “a rickety
genre thrill ride.” At its heart, it was
“He’s so talented,” Safdie says. “He was
doing so well. And he just got sucked
I at Lincoln Center, as part of the New
York Film Festival. On the red carpet,
“stale, empty, and cold.” back into that world.” Sandler worked the media alongside
The brothers have said that these ra- This is another thing that makes many of the colorful characters who fill
cial disparities were intentional: they some people uneasy about the Safdies: out the film. Mike Francesa, the sports-
were filming in 2016, and wanted to they like to surround themselves with radio fixture, plays a bookie; Wayne Di-
reflect the cruelty and confusion that interesting and sometimes troubled amond, an astonishingly tanned fash-
they perceived all around them. And yet characters, who help inspire their mov- ion designer, plays a high roller; Keith
you need not agree with Scott’s critique ies, and who don’t necessarily find their Williams Richards, a former longshore-
in order to acknowledge that he iden- own lives transformed in the process. man, plays a tough guy—his first act-
tified something true. (For anyone sick But it would be wrong to suggest that ing job, though possibly not his first
of redemptive Hollywood fare, Scott’s the brothers’ unblinking films reflect a time acting tough. The film radiates
condemnation—stale! empty! cold!— lack of compassion. The true subject of outward from Howard, who revels, Saf-
might even have sounded like an unin- “Good Time” is fraternal love, passion- die-like, in travelling between worlds:
tentional endorsement.) The Safdies ately expressed and imperfectly demon- we follow him to a Passover Seder, where
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 35
he encounters the ten plagues, and to dler, this time with extra muscle: Mar- sponses such as these. But, Josh Safdie
a night club, where he encounters the tin Scorsese, who had signed on as ex- says, “the whole point of it is not to as-
R. & B. star the Weeknd. The film ra- ecutive producer. sault people—the whole point of it is to
diates inward, too: it is only a mild If you’re going to film a love letter to create a feeling of what that world is.”
spoiler to reveal that “Uncut Gems” an unlovable character, it helps to have For “Uncut Gems,” the Safdies brought
both starts and ends with the viewer a star whom audiences already adore. in the cinematographer Darius Khondji,
tunnelling through Howard’s body. The Safdies, like most people who were who is renowned for an elegant style,
When it was over, and the audience was teen-agers in the nineteen-nineties, grew which the brothers both admired and
happily dazed, the Safdies and their up on Adam Sandler, whose seemingly wanted to disrupt. ( Josh Safdie liked to
collaborators shuffled onstage. simple comedy is driven by a feral spirit. torment Khondji by sending him im-
Garnett, during his playing days, In his best roles, Sandler is stubbornly ages of buildings by the architect Mi-
liked to present himself as an implaca- and sometimes unsettlingly irrational, chael Graves, who is known for exuber-
ble warrior. Asked about his acting work, an Everyman who insists on doing pre- antly flouting conventions of good taste.)
he gave an earnest reply: “I wanted to cisely what he feels like doing, even if The Diamond District—which sprang
be very present.” His wide-eyed inten- he can’t quite explain why. During a re- up during the Second World War, when
sity matches the film’s mood, but he cent conversation with Brad Pitt, which a cohort of Jewish gem dealers fled Eu-
was not the first basketball player the was filmed for Variety, Sandler conceded rope—is not a cozy place, and the film
brothers considered. One early version that Howard might sometimes be “un- is full of sharp angles, glass surfaces, and
featured Amar’e Stoudemire, whom likable,” but Pitt stopped him. “He was harsh light. The brothers’ bet is that, if
they met while working on the Cooke never unlikable,” Pitt said. “Never.” The they get enough details right, and cre-
documentary, and who usefully com- trailer for “Uncut Gems” went viral as ate a vivid enough character, we will find
plicated the film’s view of identity by soon as it was released, in September. It this world as engrossing as they do—
being both African-American and Jew- showed Sandler, resplendent in big white and maybe as lovable, too.
ish. (Stoudemire was not cast, partly teeth and little rimless glasses, stalking
because he declined to shave his dread-
locks, which he did not have in his
the streets of the Diamond District, al-
ternately triumphant and pathetic, as
“ J ust filming something stupid,” Josh
Safdie said, when a curious onlooker
playing years.) For a while, they talked people shout his name. The Safdies were asked what he was doing. He was on
to Joel Embiid, the Cameroonian star gratified to see images on Twitter of fans West Forty-fifth Street, near Times
of the Philadelphia 76ers, but then it dressed as Howard for Halloween—six Square, aiming a handheld camera at a
turned out that the movie would be weeks before the movie came out. human statue—a man dressed in gold
shooting, inconveniently, during bas- In the course of filming, Sandler from head to toe, with gold paint cov-
ketball season. Each time the player came to be treated as an honorary mem- ering his face. The man walked over and
changed, the script needed to change, ber of the Forty-seventh Street frater- conferred with the brothers: “Everybody
too. The brothers used N.B.A. footage nity. On the “Tonight Show,” he proudly had fun comments to say to me when
without permission, and are explained to Jimmy Fallon that I walked by. They said, ‘Stay golden!’”
planning to offer a “fair use” de- the jewellers had given him a If people had looked closely at the
fense if the league objects; to professional-grade loupe. “I man in gold, he might have seemed fa-
strengthen their hypothetical started looking at everybody’s miliar. Another member of the crew re-
case, they present the games jewelry, to see if it was good or ferred to him as “Sandman,” and Josh
exactly as they occurred, taking bad,” he said. “And then—this Safdie frowned. “Just call him How-
no license with the outcomes or the is the weirdest thing—I discovered, be- ard,” he said.
chronology. (Moviegoers hoping to cause of the loupe: I have a penis!” He Sandler befriended the Safdies during
avoid spoilers should avoid learning smirked. “And, guys: it’s also ‘uncut.’” the filming of “Uncut Gems,” and when
anything about the 2012 playoffs.) As Fallon collapsed into hysterics, he heard them talking about making a
The bigger challenge was casting Sandler finished the bit. “But I have to quick short film he asked if he could
Howard: he needed to be Jewish, and report to you, sadly: it’s not a ‘gem.’” take part. A few years earlier, Benny
he needed to be riveting, but beyond Sandler brings a trace of laziness to Safdie had starred in “Solid Gold,” a
that the brothers were flexible. They everything he does, as if he were always five-minute film about a rather unsteady
tried to get the script to Sandler. When looking for a corner to cut; in this film, human statue. (Passersby, none of whom
that didn’t work, they pursued Harvey he often seems to be moving slightly knew they were in a movie, tended to
Keitel; they eventually decided that slower than everyone else. Even so, there be encouraging and compassionate.)
Howard should be younger, although is no shortage of motion or sound. And so, on a recent night, the brothers
not before having a convivial Seder When not comparing “Uncut Gems” made a trip to Times Square to film a
with Keitel and his family, at Stou- to a heart attack, critics have called it sequel: now Benny was all in silver, and
demire’s house. For a while, Jonah Hill “a merciless assault on the senses,” offer- slightly better at standing still; Sandler,
was attached, but then the brothers de- ing earnest and divergent opinions about in gold, was the new wobbler. The broth-
cided that he was too young, right which sedatives might best help view- ers seemed energized by working the
around the time Hill decided that he ers recover. way they once did, without permits and
was too busy. So they returned to San- The brothers have grown used to re- without much of a script.
36 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
The group headed across Seventh
Avenue, into the heart of Times Square,
doing their best to act like strangers:
just two human statues and a handful
of onlookers with cameras, who could
easily have been tourists. Eventually, the
two statues had a confrontation, with
Sandler shoving Benny Safdie down
the street. Spectators gathered, tensing
slightly the way people do when disor-
der is erupting. Sandler retreated to a
side street so that Josh could capture
some more footage, but Benny stayed
put and stayed in character.
“Everybody was looking at me, like,
‘Was that real?’” Benny said, when he
rejoined the group.
Josh was grinning. “Someone came
up to me and was, like, ‘Was that guy
with you?’” he said. “I was, like, ‘Nah.’
He turned to his wife and said, ‘That
was real violence!’” “Before I fight this dragon and rescue you, can I ask a few
“The whole point is for people to go questions? Like, do you want kids? What’s your passion? Where
home thinking it’s real,” Benny said. is ‘home’ to you? Do you have a financial philosophy?”
The brothers are compulsively pro-
ductive, which is why they were mak-
ing a tiny film even while finishing their • •
big film. They admit that they had been
dreaming of “Uncut Gems” for so long tended a première in Toronto, and of the truck was empty and unattended.
that they hadn’t really planned on what searched for an appropriate comparison. “Benny, get in the truck,” Josh shouted.
to do afterward. “It feels like we won, “The reaction to ‘Reservoir Dogs’ re- “What for?” Benny said.
but we lost—because it’s not ours any- minds me of the way people seem to be “It’s your home.”
more,” Josh said, at the Lincoln Center reacting to ‘Uncut Gems,’” he said. Ex- So he climbed in, sat down, and hung
première. The brothers have a few new cept that the Safdies are already veter- his head. He sat there for a long time,
projects under way, including a roguish ans. “They’ve been so much more pro- his shiny suit illuminated by red and blue
travel show for television, partly inspired lific than Quentin Tarantino was at that police lights; when the driver returned,
by “Fishing with John,” the 1991 cult stage of his career,” Barron said. he asked Benny to stay there longer, so
classic. A few years ago, they began work, Back at Elara, the brothers filmed that his boss could see the spectacle.
with the comedian Jerrod Carmichael, Sandler in the building’s grimy first- If you spend enough time in the
on a remake of “48 Hrs.”; since then, floor washroom, rubbing gold off his brothers’ world, the city starts to seem
the planned remake has evolved into a face. Josh Safdie pounded on the door, like one of their films. As they walked
stand-alone film that could be their next and Sandler roared, “Somebody’s in here!” back to their office, some of the hungry
major directing project. They may pro- Benny offered a note. “A little bit more people formed a chorus, singing an im-
duce another documentary, and they’re relaxed on the ‘Somebody’s in here,’” he promptu theme song: “Silver man! Sil-
also thinking about a movie set in the said. “Like you’re kind of dejected.” ver man! Herald Square!” Benny passed
world of rare-animal smuggling—the Afterward, Sandler went upstairs to a father with his young daughter, who
turtle project got them hooked. get cleaned up, and the brothers headed prevailed upon him to do a brief show,
“Uncut Gems,” which is distributed back outside to shoot some more. They and who didn’t seem to notice that his
by the indie-film powerhouse A24, opens walked to Herald Square, and suddenly miming skills were distinctly second-rate.
on December 13th. The Safdies haven’t they seemed to be filming a different “That was amazing,” Benny said,
yet figured out how much the film will movie: the area was largely deserted, ex- when the father and daughter had gone.
change their lives, although the early cept for a volunteer serving soup to some “That kid was, like, over the moon.”
signs are encouraging. It earned five nom- hungry people who looked as if they “It’s like a Superman cape,” Josh said.
inations at the Film Independent Spirit didn’t have anywhere to go. Josh Safdie They figured they probably had enough
Awards, including Best Feature and Best filmed scenes of his brother, still in sil- footage for their short movie. “It looked
Director, and last week, at the New York ver paint, walking down Thirty-fifth beautiful in the truck,” he said. “It’s a
Film Critics Circle Awards, the broth- Street. There was a police car, with its little showy, but—”
ers were jointly named Best Director. lights on, sitting behind a truck that was Benny finished the thought: “But
Ted Barron, their former professor, at- making a delivery to Macy’s. The back sometimes that’s O.K.”
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 37
A REPORTER AT LARGE
and told me it was very possible. Still, to live the way they lived in their home family name; Hong Kongers saw main-
could the police successfully silence villages—they haven’t assimilated to land China as an abusive parent. In
the family and friends of three peo- Hong Kong life.” 1989, when Deng Xiaoping ordered the
ple indefinitely? No Name looked at And yet wasn’t life in Hong Kong Army to put down the Tiananmen up-
me hard under the dim lamplight. “Do about a sense of upward mobility? I rising, the Communists were able to
you know how easy it is for the po- suggested that, whatever his reserva- mete out punishment behind closed
lice to just disappear people?” he said. tions about his father, the man had doors, just as No Name’s father had
“You have no idea what they are capa- done something impressive in coming done. But concealment is impossible
ble of.” Distrust of social institutions to a foreign place and raising six kids in an age of smartphones and social
had spread like a contagion among the who graduated from college. And all media. “Now the door is open,” Lai
young. “On some level, it doesn’t even of them were fluent in four languages: said. “The neighbors can hear what’s
matter if the deaths are true,” he said, Cantonese, Mandarin, Southern Min going on. China has to find a way to
with a shrug. “The possibility of these (the local dialect of their parents’ home pinch them hard but secretly.”
deaths gets people riled up and will village on the mainland), and English. In Beijing-influenced media outlets,
keep them coming out.” No Name was in no mood for gener- it’s become common to paint the pro-
“The truth doesn’t matter?” osity. “When he was in his twenties, he testers as a fringe group of disaffected
“The system is rigged,” he said. “The risked everything to go to a strange youth; they are described not as ideal-
truth is that the government doesn’t place to find a better life,” he said. “How ists but as people merely frustrated by
give a shit about exercising brutality can he not understand that I’m fight- Hong Kong’s declining economic sta-
against unarmed citizens.” ing for a better life now?” tus relative to that of the booming main-
It was late and beginning to rain. land. When China took over, in 1997,
We had wound our way back to the thought of No Name a few days Hong Kong’s G.D.P. accounted for 18.4
restaurant where we’d met. A few men
remained, smoking and swigging beer,
I later, during a conversation with a
pro-democracy activist and prominent
per cent of the country’s total, a num-
ber that, within two decades, had shrunk
their shirts rolled up, revealing slack, businessman, Jimmy Lai, who came to 2.8 per cent. Still, survey data show
pale bellies. Now, five hours into our up with a familial analogy for Hong that, while more than fifty per cent of
conversation, No Name told me that Kong’s struggle. The Communist Party, protesters are younger than thirty, a no-
this neighborhood was where he’d he said, saw the insurgent territory as table number are in their fifties and
grown up: “Many people here still want a bratty child bringing shame on the older. But the Confucian parallel be-
44 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
tween the state and the family remains consequences and deplete her life sav- place in a shopping district at the south-
strong in China, and Beijing’s empha- ings. The older woman merely shrugged, ern tip of Kowloon. I was the only cus-
sis on the protesters’ youth betrays its saying that, even if this happened, there tomer, and a giant flat-screen TV was
inability to see political resistance as was nothing she could do about it. Sa set to TVB, Hong Kong’s largest broad-
anything other than filial disobedience. tried again: “If you don’t care about caster, which is mistrusted by protest-
“The intra-household, intergener- yourself or your savings, how would ers for its perceived pro-Beijing bias.
ational struggle in Hong Kong is some- you feel if someday the police came to My masseuse, a middle-aged woman
thing that’s almost unprecedented,” arrest me?” Her mother shrugged once who went by Ah Ying, had tattooed
Ryan Manuel, a political scientist who more, and said, “What can I do but let brows and wide cheekbones, and smiled
runs a research center in Hong Kong, them take you?” when I spoke in Mandarin. I learned
told me. “Many parents of today’s mil- “I felt completely cut open,” Sa told that she was from a farming village in
lennials were refugees fleeing from pov- me. The years of Xiangyi weiming were northern Hunan, and didn’t know or
erty or political chaos—their one goal obliterated, and, as the two women care much about the protests. To the
is survival and stability. But their chil- tried to pretend that nothing had hap- extent that she thought about them at
dren were raised in one of the world’s pened, Sa had the uncanny feeling all, it was to lament their effect on busi-
most cosmopolitan cities. They grew that they were merely acting out their ness. Working twelve-hour days, six
up in the epicenter of globalization, roles of mother and daughter. Within days a week, she was used to at least a
privy to first-rate social services, med- a few weeks, they had stopped talking dozen customers a day. Now she was
ical care, and most of the pillars of a altogether. lucky if she got six.
liberal society. They speak three lan- Ah Ying was one of many main-
guages at least. They’re culturally so- ven away from the demonstrations, landers who, after 1997, came to Hong
phisticated, and have a sense of them-
selves as individuals.” Older generations,
E Hong Kong life had become frac-
tiously political. Cabdrivers, shopkeep-
Kong hoping to make good in a wealthy
city. Between China’s continued boom
whether in Maoist China or colonial ers, hotel doormen: everyone had an and a slowing of the territory’s econ-
Hong Kong, grew up without any ex- urgent opinion and pressed me for mine. omy, however, she’d begun to feel that
pectation of political empowerment. I tried to sound neutral, the better to she’d made a bad bet. She had family
Out of a sense of self-preservation, they elicit the opinions of others, but any- back in Hunan who, thanks to govern-
kept their distance from politics. To thing you said—whether you referred ment resettlement subsidies, were doing
their children, this position seems like to “protests” or to “riots,” for instance— better than she was. When she showed
unforgivable quietism and complacency. was bound to upset someone. If I spoke me to the bathroom, we passed by the
“I would be happier if my mom went Mandarin, people assumed that my windowless room, the size of a janitor’s
to pro-government rallies or if she sympathies lay with Beijing; if I spoke closet, where she and her husband slept.
lashed out at me,” a twenty-six-year- English, I was clearly a Western liberal Ah Ying mentioned her daughter,
old protester named Sa told me. “You hostile to the Communist government. who worked as a waitress nearby and
can’t argue with a void.” An only child At the airport, when I told a cabbie had recently given birth to a boy. Al-
who’d had little contact with her father where I was going, he responded in though her daughter liked Hong Kong,
growing up, Sa had an extremely close Cantonese: “If you can’t speak Canton- Ah Ying preferred the mainland. Even
relationship with her mother, which ese, I can’t speak Mandarin.” I switched after a decade and a half, she didn’t feel
she described with a proverb: Xiangyi to English, but he didn’t seem to speak as though she had assimilated. What
weiming (“Mutual reliance for exis- it. A dispatcher approached to find out did her daughter make of the protest
tence”). But, in June, when the police why we hadn’t moved and soon started movement? I asked. Ah Ying shrugged.
teargassed crowds for the first time, she yelling at the driver in Cantonese. I It wasn’t something that they discussed.
was in a restaurant with her mother, could just make out the gist, which was Did she know if her daughter had
and, as she started to sob—friends were that the man could speak Mandarin joined any of the marches? For the first
sending her texts from the scene—she but was refusing to do so. I offered to time in our conversation, Ah Ying
noticed that her mother became sud- take another cab, but no one was lis- tensed visibly. “I would beat her to death
denly impassive, even playing a game tening; the argument had developed a if she dared,” she said.
on her phone to avoid acknowledging life of its own. A while later, a man clutching a cup
that anything was amiss. In the polarized atmosphere, people of tea wandered in from the back, where
Sa knew that her mother was un- talked about how they could no longer he’d been playing mah-jongg with an-
sympathetic to the protests. The two face going to a certain shop, or restau- other masseuse. Speaking to Ah Ying
women had always avoided talking rant, or barber, because the owner’s views in Hunanese, he turned up the volume
about politics, but now Sa decided that outraged them. Apps and social-media of the TV, which showed protesters
things had to change. “I thought that groups have sprung up that mark local burning the Chinese flag. “Fucking ter-
I needed to show the impact of poli- businesses as blue (pro-government), rorists,” he muttered. Turning to me,
tics on her insulated, domestic sphere,” yellow (protest-supporting), or green he repeated the statement in Manda-
she said, describing how she later told (neutral), to help users navigate the in- rin, perhaps expecting an easy nod of
her mother that a loss of Hong Kong creasingly divided city. agreement. When I said that I was still
autonomy could have terrible economic One day, I stopped by a massage trying to make sense of the situation,
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 45
his brows creased. “Don’t you know hadn’t taken an English name. It was Hong Kongers who were on the fence.
what’s going on?” he said. “They’re mad- clear that he was more comfortable People espoused their views wholeheart-
men destroying this city. It’s clear you asking questions than answering them, edly and tended to regard the existence
aren’t a patriot, otherwise you’d pay but I steered the conversation toward of an alternative opinion with baffled
more attention to matters of the state.” what I’d come to discuss: Hong Kong’s exasperation. In a way, I felt that the
Before I left, a friend of Ah Ying’s economy and its evolving relationship financier was less outraged by the is-
stopped by, a stout, round-faced woman, with China. He asked what my angle sues than by the fact that we were ar-
also from the mainland, bearing a was. I said that I didn’t have one yet, guing at all. To him, I was insolent. Just
satchel of fruit. She passed around some and that interviews were a way for me to ask about the protests was to chal-
grapes while she complained about the to absorb multiple perspectives. “So let lenge the established order, much like
steep decline in customers at the food me save us some time,” he said, put- the protests themselves—another sign
stall that she ran. It had been like this ting up a hand. He called out for his that everything was coming apart.
for two months, she said. The women secretary to print a copy of an op-ed As I headed to the elevator, the
consoled themselves by talking about that he’d written. I read it while he fid- receptionist averted her eyes. On the
a trip they would take back to their re- dled with his phone. ground floor, I was surprised to see the
spective home regions for the Chinese I asked him about his assertion in financier again, at the elevator bank.
New Year, in January. Hong Kong, they the article, in opposition to the pro- “You are not permitted to use anything
agreed, never felt festive. People kept tests, that democracy meant compro- from our conversation just now,” he
to their tiny apartments. There was no mise. He sighed with impatience. “I’m said. I objected. “I told you, you can-
renqing wei—a phrase evoking a col- not into debating,” he said. “Everyone not use it!” he said, raising his voice.
lective human spirit. Ah Ying’s friend is entitled to their opinion, whether He stared at the phone on which I’d
nodded, and said, “It just never feels there is a basis or no basis.” I asked recorded our discussion. “You are being
like home.” what he made of the protesters’ de- disrespectful,” he said, in a low voice.
mands. “I don’t take very seriously the “Very disrespectful.”
n the thirty-second floor of a sky- demands by a small group of people
O scraper in Hong Kong, a financier
in his mid-sixties led me to a confer-
who engage in violence,” he said, and
called the appeal for amnesty “totally I left Hong Kong briefly in late Sep-
tember, and returned just before the
ence room with a view of Victoria Har- ridiculous.” After all, he said, Hong October 1st protests. Now the city felt
bor, the sun glittering on the water and Kong “prides itself on law and order.” as if it were pulled taut. Blockades pre-
on the expensive real estate, with a thin In his view, the pro-democratic pol- vented my taxi from getting all the way
ridge of mountains visible in the dis- iticians in the Hong Kong Legislative to my hotel, and, walking the remain-
tance. He took a seat at the head of the Council had had an opportunity to gain der of the route, I found that the side-
table, his fingers lightly playing over universal suffrage in 2014 but bungled walk had been freshly dug up. The wide
the white case of his AirPods. it. That proposal, however—though it road, normally bustling with traffic and
The financier was one of a handful set out the possibility of a direct pleb- pedestrians, was deathly quiet except
of prominent businessmen who have iscite for the position of Chief Execu- for the footsteps of the riot police.
been instrumental in bringing West- tive—mandated that all candidates be On the mainland, the seventieth-
ern ideas about capital and manage- endorsed by a nominating committee anniversary celebrations proceeded with
ment to China. Born in Beijing, he that tends to be loyal to Beijing and the an almost religious sense of national
came of age during the Cultural Rev- city’s business élite. When I brought purpose. But in Hong Kong damage
olution, which deprived this up, the financier stud- control was the priority; the annual
him of the opportunity to ied me for a long moment. National Day fireworks had been can-
attend high school. But, “To suggest that there is celled, and a flag-raising ceremony had
thanks to Deng’s reforms, this idea—that Hong Kong been moved indoors because of secu-
he was among the first wants universal suffrage rity concerns. Speculation was rife that,
batch of Chinese students given the that Beijing doesn’t want—is wrong,” if things got bad enough, Beijing would
chance to study in the United States. he said. “That’s simply not the truth!” send in troops.
After attending graduate school in Cal- I wanted to understand how a move- A little past noon, I walked to a soc-
ifornia, he worked at a series of estab- ment of a few radicals could come to cer field where protesters had gathered,
lishment institutions and American swallow an entire city. “You are not in- wielding black flags and chanting. “Oc-
banks. When he returned to China, he terviewing me,” he said. “You are mak- tober 1st is not an occasion of national
gained a reputation not only as a for- ing arguments with me.” celebration but one of national injury,”
midable dealmaker but also as some- On it went. He insisted that he was someone had scrawled on the sidewalk.
one culturally attuned to both the East interested only in facts and data while National mourning was the declared
and the West—in a sense, a quintes- I seemed intent on pushing my preju- theme of the day. People threw fake
sential Hong Konger. dices. I was surprised to find myself in paper money around, something that
The financier began by inquiring an argument about the protests, given is traditionally done to commemorate
about my own history: how I’d landed that I’d begun with questions about their the dead. I saw protesters clamber up
at a place like The New Yorker; why I economic context. Still, I’d met few the scaffolding of a building to tear
46 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
down a long red banner extolling the
day, and set it on fire. A man in a Guy
Fawkes mask was putting up a large
portrait of Xi Jinping, the Chinese
leader, with an “X” drawn over his face.
Passersby pelted it with eggs.
Once the confrontational phase of
the rally got under way, the police
sprayed tear gas at the protesters. Seek-
ing shelter under the eaves of a mall, I
watched as a police officer, on the steps
of a footbridge, fired round after round
of rubber bullets. At nightfall, behind
an apartment building, I came upon a
garden strewn with gas masks, clothes,
umbrellas, kneepads, and helmets, most
likely abandoned during an escape from
the police. By then, fifty-one people
had been hospitalized, and two were in
critical condition. One had been shot—
the first time that live rounds had been “I’ve got to figure out how to get paid for work dreams.”
used against protesters.
Crossing an alleyway where police
were pinning demonstrators to the
• •
ground and cuffing them, I saw a young
first-aid worker whose helmet bore “parent,” one of a loose coalition of police officers appeared, aiming to block
handwritten instructions: “Do not re- older professionals who help ferry pro- off the street. He tried to hide behind
suscitate if seriously injured or unre- testers around the city and provide sup- a concrete block, but an officer yelled
sponsive. Handwritten will in pocket.” plies and other assistance. He was an “Freeze!” and charged at him with a
Bonfires, shattered glass, and impro- academic, and his apartment was filled baton. He could hear a helicopter whir-
vised barricades were everywhere. Streets with genteel clutter—calligraphy scrolls ring above him. He spotted a fence and
and shop fronts were scarred with post- on the wall, rosewood furniture, a grand ran for it. As he hoisted himself up, the
ers—“Chinazi”; “Never China”—and piano, and sheet music covering every baton smashed down on him. Still, he
uprooted street signs crisscrossed the surface. He spoke very softly, as if he managed to clamber over. A protester
sidewalks. were sighing. When I asked where he behind him wasn’t so lucky. When No
It was strange, in this charred land- was from, he embarked on a long an- Name looked back, he saw the young
scape, to receive messages on my phone swer about his family’s origins on the man being pinned down by a few po-
from relatives on the mainland, ex- mainland and his studies in the United licemen. Aching from the baton blow,
tolling the motherland and urging me States. In its complex indeterminacy, it No Name limped off to a nearby church,
to watch video clips they sent of the seemed a very Hong Kong response. one of the few spaces in the city that
military parade. “Happy birthday to The professor hadn’t met No Name gave shelter to protesters and was by
our great nation,” my aunt wrote. before now, but all summer he’d been convention off limits to officers with-
“Today is a remarkable day!” I didn’t giving people shelter, meals, and a place out warrants.
doubt her sincerity, just as I didn’t doubt to store equipment. Earlier in the eve- It was almost two in the morning.
the commitment of the young man I ning, a former student had brought The professor offered to drive No Name
passed who was spray-painting the some members of his group to the pro- home. As we got into the car, No Name
pavement with the slogan “Hong Kong fessor’s home. One of them had an in- told me that, lately, he’d been thinking
is not China: not yet!” jured arm, and the professor called up more about his father. “He had no ed-
I hadn’t heard from No Name all a physician friend of his to come and ucation, but he spent his life trying to
day, and I’d been worried, but around tend to the wound. No one dares go to feed us,” he said. “The difference be-
midnight he got in touch and gave me the E.R., the professor said. The pro- tween us is that, while I can imagine
an address in Kowloon, where he said testers don’t know the allegiances of the my way into his mind, or at least try to,
he and his comrades were holed up. hospital staff, and worry about inform- I’m totally incomprehensible to him.”
When I arrived, a little after one, I ers. “I feel so helpless, so this is all I can
found him with a bespectacled, mid-
dle-aged man. “We shouldn’t talk here,”
do,” he said.
No Name told me why he hadn’t
“I have lived through four eras,” the
journalist Lee Yee told me, at his
No Name said, and the man nodded been in touch. While getting teargassed apartment, in an upscale retirement
and led us to his apartment. in Central, he’d lost track of some community in North Point. “Colo-
The man was what’s known as a friends. Before he could look for them, nialism, republican China, Japanese
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 47
end in 9. (Since the fall of the Nation
alists, in 1949, years ending in 9 have
brought, successively, the Great Fam
ine, an armed conflict with the Soviet
Union, another with Vietnam, the Tian
anmen Square protests, and the Falun
Gong crisis.)
At the start of 2019, Xi Jinping called
on cadres and provincial leaders to focus
on “preventing and resolving major
risks.” Yet, of all the potential head
aches that were considered—from un
rest in Xinjiang to a trade war with
America—Hong Kong was nowhere
on the list. The Party anticipated a year
in which, having successfully contained
the prodemocracy movement, it would
see its favored candidates sweep No
vember’s District Council elections,
setting up proBeijing parties for an
overwhelming victory in the 2020 Leg
islative Council elections. In fact, the
result was a landslide win for oppo
nents of Beijing, in which prodemoc
racy candidates won more than eighty
per cent of seats, up from around thirty
per cent. As the year’s unrest spiralled
out of control, the four characters spell
“That’s just more snow.” ing Fengjiu biluan were used in sar
donic hashtags on social media, usu
• • ally featuring Xi’s name or face.
No one can resist trying to predict
the future, both short term and long.
occupation, and the Communist Party. Still, when I’d last talked with pro Forebodings about a Tiananmenstyle
And the Communist Party is by far democracy leaders in Hong Kong, in crackdown have eased. Although Bei
the worst.” Lee, now in his early eight 2018, nothing like what has occurred jing has moved troops into neighbor
ies, began his career more than sixty since then was imaginable. Many of ing Shenzhen, it seems more like a case
years ago, and for almost three de them were tied up in seemingly in of bracing for the worst than like a sig
cades he was the editor of an influen terminable legal battles relating to nal of intent. Meanwhile, attendance
tial news monthly, which he founded, their roles in the 2014 protests. Their at demonstrations has dropped since
and which is sharply critical of Bei focus was on finding ways to achieve October 1st, leaving crowds that are in
jing. “I am very ashamed,” he said. incremental progress by working creasingly composed of disparate groups
“I think if we’d had the courage of within the existing political system, voicing their factional differences.
young people now back in the eight and even these modest ambitions Benny Tai, an Umbrella Movement
ies, Hong Kong might not have its seemed likely to be thwarted. But no leader who served a prison term ear
current problems.” one I was meeting with now in Hong lier this year for his activities in 2014,
He told me that, during the hand Kong claimed to have seen the events noted the recent appearance at protests
over negotiations between Britain and of 2019 coming. of the flag of Catalonia, which has long
China, there had been a complacent The fact that the authorities in Hong agitated for independence from Spain.
assumption that China’s economic lib Kong and Beijing were caught off guard He also thinks that people who might
eralization would somehow cushion is no secret. Bruce Lui, who for years have been amazed at a concession on
the worst of its hardline politics. The covered the opaque world of Commu universal suffrage a few months ago
optimism, he felt, as naïve as it’s turned nist Party politics for Hong Kong Cable would not be content with anything
out to be, was bound up with the fact TV, described the sheer level of unpre less than independence.
that his generation had always been paredness. There’s a saying in Chinese This sense of mission creep is strik
able to express its political views freely; politics—Fengjiu biluan (“Encounter ingly similar to what happened earlier
it was only natural that a generation nine: turmoil for sure”)—reflecting a in the year: when demonstrations against
deprived of such liberties would opt belief that the country often experi the extradition bill went unheeded, the
for protest. ences its worst turbulence in years that other demands appeared, and the feel
48 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
ings they aroused were so fervent that zation with mainland culture is inevi fate even as he unwillingly sprouted
the ultimate withdrawal of the bill could table. If so, the current flowering of human limbs.
not stem the tide. “You do see people Hong Kong identity could one day The play veered between the dream
talk about the demands,” Kevin Yam, a look like a brief historical anomaly. like and the satirical. In one episode,
former head of Hong Kong’s Progres a Luting runs for office on a platform
sive Lawyers Group, said. “But, ulti he “2047” actor who was later ar of economic and social reforms deemed
mately, the thing that motivates people
more than anything else is police bru
T rested had mentioned that there
was another play that I should see, “Lu
naïve by his political opponents. In
another, a Luting reservation is estab
tality.” In other words, the current pro ting: Goodbye History, Hello Future.” lished, but public interest in Luting
tests may now, at the most basic level, According to regional legend, Lu heritage quickly turns the site into a
be driven by what the act of protesting tings—half man, half fish—were the tourist trap. When a Luting accuses
has revealed about the authorities. original inhabitants of Hong Kong. An the tourists of defiling sacred ances
Kitty Hung, a writer who was ar earlier tetralogy of Luting plays were, tral ground, they sneer that the Lu
rested in 2010 for her activism, talked according to their author, Wong Kwok tings should be grateful for the eco
to me about her worries regarding the Kiu, an attempt to grapple with Hong nomic development. At one point, the
protests. Their decentralized structure Kong’s past not as faithful textbook audience was split into two groups,
had been good for eluding the author history but as a meditation on the separated by a curtain, and shown two
ities, but it didn’t empower anyone to meaning of metamorphosis. This one, separate performances, one titled “Dic
negotiate productively on the protest more playful than polemical, ellipti tatorship” and the other “Democracy.”
ers’ behalf. Hung worried about the cally considered the question of the As Chan remarked, “No one gets to
frontliners in particular; many she’d territory’s future. It was in eleven acts, choose what kind of society they have
talked to came from deprived back which, apart from the first and the last, to live in.”
grounds, with very modest educations could be performed in any order. “No Was the Lutings’ liminal state, nei
that would leave them vulnerable in story is ever a straight story,” the di ther human nor fish, a symbol for
a highly competitive society. “What rector, Chan Chu Hei, told me. “Re Hong Kong—caught between East
made me sad is that, even if Hong ality is scrambled.” and West, in China but not of it? Chan
Kong were independent, their lives The venue was a cluster of squat, didn’t want to be pinned down, but he
wouldn’t change,” she said. “I can’t see tiled buildings arranged around a court admitted that the protests had stirred
their future even if their political de yard—a former slaughterhouse that him to think about the nature of Hong
mands are met.” had been converted into an arts village. Kong’s existence. “Hong Kong came
For now, Hung went on, the main When I got there, audience members into being through the dreams of
land served as a common enemy to were milling around, in the syrupy night greater powers in the East and the
rally against, but she believed that this air, waiting for the show to start. Seem West,” he said. “But, if our existence
animus forestalled a reckoning ingly out of nowhere, an unshaven is created out of someone else’s dream,
with collective issues, especially man with a ponytail darted through what does that mean for us, the hap
inequalities in income and edu the crowd and onto a platform, less creatures birthed in that dream, to
cation. No one was thinking crying, “Give me liberty or give me wake up?”
about how to turn a political rev death!” This wasn’t Patrick Henry, The final act looped back to the be
olution into a badly needed so exactly. It was the progenitor of the ginning: another awakening. A Luting
cial one. Luting clan, a mythic rebel gen was racked by existential crises. It was
Concerning the questions of eral named Lu Xun, who swam to up to him to help bring the next gen
identity that so many young dem Hong Kong Island from the main eration of Lutings into being, but he
onstrators were raising, Yam pointed land. “I would rather be drowned at sea wasn’t sure if doing so was morally re
out that the Hong Kong identity was than ensnared by tyranny!” he declaimed. sponsible. “Can they survive this world?”
a product of a particular historical mo In the next act, “Awakening,” an he asked himself. “We can’t ask the
ment: “Since its founding, Hong Kong’s actor led the audience down a cob next generation if they want to be born
population has always been transient,” blestoned footpath and into a dark, or not, just as my parents have never
he said. This was something that had dilapidated building. Gradually, we asked me if I want to be born.”
started to change only when the place could make out the figure of a Lu At the end of the play, the audience
became an international financial cen ting, with a manateelike head lolling was ushered up onstage, and the Lu
ter. Yam continued, “People in their above a fragile, human body. Roused tings threaded between us, chanting
teens, twenties, and early thirties are reluctantly from a long sleep, he asked, over and over, like a prayer, the final
probably the first few real generations “What era is it now?” As we watched, lines of the play: “What decision should
of Hong Kongers whose lives haven’t he grew aware of the noxious smell I make? Can you tell me what to do?”
been punctuated by waves of migra of the seawater, of himself as an en Their voices, at first a chorus, rose and
tion.” Now that migration is increas tity capable of asking questions about fell, until they became a single barely
ingly a twoway exchange with the his state of transition from sea crea audible whisper: “You humans are
mainland, rather than with the rest of ture to land creature. “To be human smart, you must have a good answer
the world, it may be that homogeni is too painful!” he cried, protesting his for me. Tell me. Tell me.”
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 49
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MIRROR WORLD
How William Gibson makes his science fiction real.
BY JOSHUA ROTHMAN
uppose you’ve been asked to write with “cyberspace.” He didn’t know what les, something the surgeons were un-
Emilio Fraia
POP MUSIC
BY AMANDA PETRUSICH
nyone who lives in New York for din, Jr., in Marysville, Kansas, in 1916. egie Hall, waiting for the musicians to
A a while will eventually begin to
mourn, in some vague way, the idea of
He released more than a dozen albums
in his lifetime, some on major labels,
arrive), and began attending rehearsals
of the New York Philharmonic. In 1947,
an Old New York. The feeling is less and often designed his own instru- he took the name Moondog, in hom-
one of nostalgia than of having just ments, such as the trimba, an assem- age to a three-legged farm dog back
missed something remarkable. For some blage of triangular drums and a cym- home that howled relentlessly at the
people, Old New York is subway to- bal, and the Oo, a small harplike device moon. By 1949, he was playing home-
kens and street crime; for others, it’s made with piano string. His work was made drums on Sixth Avenue and busk-
merely Greenwich Village without a informed by the classical canon, vari- ing for change.
salad franchise on every corner. In the ous eras of American jazz, and the Na- In 1949 and 1950, Moondog released
nineteen-fifties and sixties, the musi- tive American music he heard as a child. a series of 78-r.p.m. records on S.M.C.
cian and composer Moondog stood on Moondog’s best pieces are minimalist Pro-Arte, the record label of the Span-
the corner of Sixth Avenue and Fif- and percussive, and incite a kind of ish Music Center, a studio on Sixth
ty-fourth Street, wearing an elaborate woozy, placating trance. In 1967, Big Avenue run by Gabriel and Inez Oller.
Viking costume, selling his political Brother and the Holding Company, The Ollers let Moondog stay in their
broadsides and musical compositions, Janis Joplin’s band, put out a cover of basement and use their studio at night.
eating chocolate bars, and chugging “All Is Loneliness,” a dazed but implor- Moondog was mostly left alone by the
grapefruit juice out of a jug fashioned ing hymn. (“All is loneliness before me,” New York Police Department, though
from an animal horn. Moondog is a Moondog repeats on his version, his he was charged once, in 1950, for “being
potent symbol of Old New York, both voice sweet and layered, like a children’s disorderly while soliciting alms.” There
as a collective fantasy and as a real and chorus.) In 2002, a sample of “Lament 1 were stretches when he was homeless,
absent place. He translated the clamor (Bird’s Lament)”—which he released but he usually found a safe place to
of street life into song. in 1969, fourteen years after the death sleep. (For a while, he rented a broken-
This month, “Moondog: On the of Charlie Parker—was featured in a down panel truck parked near the Polo
Streets of New York,” a compilation of commercial for the Lincoln Navigator. Grounds.) Once, when Philip Glass
his early music, including several pre- In 1932, when Moondog was sixteen, read in the Village Voice that Moondog
viously unavailable pieces, will be co-re- he lost his eyesight in an accident in- was looking for a place to stay, he offered
leased by Mississippi Records and Lucia volving a dynamite cap. His family even- his own home, on Ninth Avenue and
Records. When Moondog died, in 1999, tually relocated to Batesville, Arkansas, Twenty-third Street. Moondog spent
an obituary in the Times suggested that where his father was the rector of an a year living with Glass and his wife.
he was “as taciturn and unchanging a Episcopal church. He studied compo- He was not a particularly courteous
landmark of the midtown Manhattan sition at a school for the blind, and roommate, and Glass recalled having
streetscape as the George M. Cohan learned how to read music in Braille. to retrieve empty doughnut boxes and
statue in Duffy Square.” Most New In 1943, he took a bus to New York. For chicken bones from his room with some
Yorkers who passed him on Sixth Av- five dollars a week he rented a room regularity. In the preface to “Moondog:
enue—by nearly all accounts, he stood with a skylight on West Fifty-sixth The Viking of 6th Avenue,” a biography
there regardless of the weather—were Street, where he kept a sleeping bag, a by Robert Scotto, Glass writes about
unaware that his musical scores, usually portable organ, and a small electric stove. Moondog’s racism, sexism, and anti-
for wind or percussion, were celebrated He worked as a model for figure-draw- Semitism—he seemed disappointed
in Europe and admired by composers ing classes, befriended the conductor that most of his own friends were black
such as Philip Glass and Steve Reich. Artur Rodzinski (Moondog would or Jewish, Glass notes, and he believed
Moondog was born Louis T. Har- stand outside the stage door at Carn- that his blindness might protect him
68 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
PHOTOGRAPH: BOB WILLOUGHBY/GETTY; OPPOSITE: SERGE BLOCH
A serious musician and a familiar figure, Moondog stood on a street corner selling political broadsides and compositions.
ILLUSTRATION BY MIKE MCQUADE THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 69
from any sexual-assault prosecution. deep love of the city. “I object to the
Glass describes him as “a difficult guy,” noise and bustle and hustle and all that,
though it is clear that he loved him. but when I go away, I miss it terribly
He and his cohort often turned to and I have to come back,” he says. “There
Moondog for inspiration. “We took his is no city in the world like it.” He also
work very seriously and understood tells Schwartz that he’s comfortable
and appreciated it much more than being thought of as a beggar. The radio
what we were exposed to at Juilliard,” broadcaster Walter Winchell “calls me
he writes. a mendicant, but that’s a euphonious
way of putting it,” Moondog says. “I
n the early fifties, Moondog met don’t feel self-conscious or apologetic
I Tony Schwartz, an archivist and a
sound designer who had a radio pro-
about begging for a living. I’m blind
and I do my composing and writing
gram, titled “Adventures in Sound,” on while I’m standing here.” He often had
WNYC. Schwartz made amateur field a Braille slate and a stylus tucked under
recordings of street life around Hell’s his robes, so that he could make a no-
Kitchen—he was agoraphobic, and pre- tation at any moment.
ferred not to wander very far from his New York is a place that respects
apartment—using a lightweight cus- mavericks and romanticizes hardship,
tom tape recorder and microphone. and Moondog was never a particularly
Like the photographers Bruce Gilden, obscure figure; in fact, he was covered
Diane Arbus, and Weegee, Schwartz seriously by the Times as early as 1953,
was eager to document the spiritual when a reporter called his work “unique,
and cultural magnitude of New York, individualistic music, neither primitive
and to preserve some small measure of nor extremely sophisticated, yet a little
its wildness. of both.”Though Moondog could write
Between 1953 and 1962, Schwartz an elegant melody, I tend to prefer his
made dozens of recordings of Moondog, more esoteric material. The new col-
who was usually stationed just a few lection features an unreleased version
blocks away. Shortly before Schwartz of “Why Spend the Dark Night with
died, in 2008, his archives were ac- You?” and the first full recording of his
quired by the Library of Con- “Nocturne Suite,” performed
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oline Blackwood, who soon enough be-
BOOKS came the third writer he married.
Lowell’s desertion of Hardwick was
Lowell’s bouts of mania periodically New York, Lowell went by himself to couple of days, while Lowell’s publisher
interrupted the literary and domestic Oxford, in order to take up a fellow- tries to track him down, Hardwick’s
success that the two of them managed ship at All Souls College. He also took pleading breaks through attempts to
to create during the next two decades. up, almost immediately, with Lady Car- remain calm: “Don’t forget us! There
was a life here and there still is. ”
Lowell mined years of epistolary drama with his wife for “The Dolphin.” On June 25th, Hardwick learns the
72 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019
truth, which she passes on in a letter to whose letters from this period appear in qualities that launches and validates
her close friend Mary McCarthy: “I full for the first time. With “Lizzie” as her anger, forcing into the letters the
knew Cal”—whose nickname derived its principal author, “The Dolphin Let- sort of speech Lowell paid tribute to in
from both Caligula and Shakespeare’s ters” turns out to be a better and a more “Man and Wife” (“the shrill verve / of
Caliban—“had a girl and had been dis- important book than “The Dolphin.” your invective . . . your old-fashioned ti-
tressed for some time, but it was just this rade—/loving, rapid, merciless”). Hard-
afternoon that I knew it was Caroline. he assembled correspondence takes wick tells him, during their first sum-
I felt such relief I burst out laughing! I
called him immediately at her house and
T readers through the birth of Low-
ell and Blackwood’s son, Sheridan;
mer of separation, that “the choice you
have made is ludicrous and destructive
he talked as if he were talking to me Lowell and Hardwick’s divorce, in Oc- and unreal,” and she stingingly contrasts
from his studio, for an hour, laughing tober, 1972; his immediate remarriage; the existence he’ll have with Blackwood
and joking and saying you are spending Hardwick’s continuing claims of his in- to the one he could have with her:
all your alimony on this call.” Hardwick attentiveness toward Harriet; and the What are your values? Do they include loy-
insists to McCarthy that she “cannot crisis brought on by the publication of alty, responsibility to those you love, since you
take [Caroline] seriously for Cal.” That “The Dolphin.” Hardwick’s alterna- have love for me. Sickness & shame will over-
her displacer should be the titled, unfo- tions of mood, between forbearance come you as your whole life sinks into that cre-
cussed Blackwood—the ex-wife of the and anger, are not the manic kind that ated by someone else, ruled by a new country
& the English aristocracy & its helpless ways,
painter Lucian Freud, the estranged Lowell suffered. They reflect a fluctu- by surrender of something beautifully old-fash-
spouse of the composer Israel Citko- ating, improvised rebuilding, more ioned & New England & pure in you.
witz, and the former lover of Robert Sil- suited to prose than to self-mytholo-
vers, the editor of The New York Review gizing poetry. She conveys to Lowell However earned and rational, Hard-
of Books—lends, for Hardwick, a “comic her “contempt for your present situa- wick’s eruptions of wrath are quickly
element” to the whole matter. She con- tion” as well as “love for you.” When she spent and regretted. She could never
cedes that Lowell’s affair may be more signs off as “Your loving wife,” the envoi bring herself to like Lowell’s former
serious than the infatuations that often is simultaneously sarcastic and true. student Sylvia Plath (“What an awful
accompanied his breakdowns, but she is There are times when she appears girl! What rage and hatred”), and usu-
certain that it “will not last,” even if it overly grateful for crumbs of recogni- ally appears relieved when affectionate
destroys her own marriage. tion—“your kind note to me meant a recollection diminishes her own feroc-
A years-long epistolary drama lay lot, more than a lot”—and needlessly ity. During a summer alone in Maine,
ahead. Lowell would graft parts of it (if cuttingly) generous toward Black- she pierces Lowell with a dart of par-
onto “The Dolphin,” a sonnet sequence wood, whom she writes directly with allel phrasing—“no child you can pro-
that he published in 1973, chronicling regard to Harriet. Her daughter, she ex- duce can be more splendid than the one
the unresolved tumult of his relations plains, “does not imagine very much of you abandoned”—ten days before send-
with Hardwick and Blackwood. Para- Cal but I feel that I must make definite ing “fond memories” of his “old grey
phrased and versified, some of Hardwick’s arrangements for at least a few days with head going down Water Street! The
letters, along with her spoken words him each year and I hope you won’t swallows miss you.”
from that supposedly merry phone call mind these brief and rare occasions.” In Lowell’s conduct in every part of the
of June 25, 1970, would find their way the first months after the marriage’s col- story, not just his eventual abuse of Hard-
into the book, without her permission. lapse, Hardwick muses, tentatively, to wick’s letters, seems worse in this “Rash-
The ensuing scandal is by now firmly Mary McCarthy, upon “that strange omon”-like volume than it has in pre-
part of American literary history, fleshed thing that happens to you when you vious tellings. His guilt comes up in
out by various Lowell biographies and know you don’t want it any longer.” But sodden flashes (“Two additional lives
studies; by the publication of his let- her emotional liberation is fragile and would be too little to cleanse my char-
ters, in 2005; and by the appearance, in intermittent. More than a year after acter, to go the rounds of amends”), but
2008, of his correspondence with Eliz- writing this to McCarthy, she tells Low- more often a clueless, offhand cruelty
abeth Bishop, who, with blunt elo- ell, “I miss you terribly and always will prevails. He wonders, to his friend Blair
quence, tried to dissuade him from the until I die,” and well after that she is Clark, if it isn’t “meaninglessly scrupu-
appropriation of his wife’s words. “Art still seeing to his literary business and lous” to fret over bringing Blackwood
just isn’t worth that much,” Bishop wrote, issuing commands that hover tenderly to New York while Hardwick is there,
in uncharacteristic italics, after reading between the wifely and the maternal: and to Hardwick herself he exhibits a
drafts of the poems. “Keep your pills straight and all will be thinking-out-loud callousness. “I don’t
But “The Dolphin Letters, 1970-1979” well.” A pledge she makes early in their think I can go back to you,” he writes
(Farrar, Straus & Giroux), edited by estrangement remains in force through- on October 18, 1970. Three weeks later,
Saskia Hamilton and published this out: “If you need me I’ll always be there, he asks, “Dearest Lizzie: I wonder if we
month, will be the essential volume for and if you don’t need me I’ll always not couldn’t make it up?”
any understanding of what actually went be there.” In a letter of her own to Clark, Hard-
on. A sort of casebook, it assembles ma- Lowell acknowledges her “old unde- wick recognizes Lowell’s narcissism:
terial from all the participants in the tur- viating loyalty” and heroism, and it is “In all the months he has been gone
moil, including Elizabeth Hardwick, Hardwick’s own awareness of those I’ve heard from him a lot and he has
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 73
never answered one question that I the Atlantic—consume the most weary- ell, that “will save my life.” Among the
have put to him, or discussed really ing stretches of the letters. Between essays is a study of Jane Welsh’s mar-
anything, me or Harriet or practical surges of befuddled warmth, Lowell riage to Thomas Carlyle, which foun-
things or Caroline—except himself.” treats his daughter, according to Hard- dered upon the historian’s fascination
Lowell manages, amid all the upheaval, wick, “like a cottage that once was near with a wealthy aristocrat: Welsh “had
to produce a great deal of poetry, and but has been lost to memory when a sacrificed something—it was not alto-
at one point he suggests that Hardwick new building went up.” He complains gether clear—in vain for Carlyle, and
write and publish something about him, to Elizabeth Bishop that “Harriet has that discovery, if such it was, accounted
since that is “one [of ] the things you been stolen from me” in the divorce set- for her exaggerated frenzy over Lady
do best.” A reader has to wonder if he tlement, as if his own initial desertion Ashburton.” It’s hard to imagine that
isn’t subconsciously urging Hardwick didn’t enter into things. Hardwick wasn’t writing, in part, about
toward a preëmptive strike against her “We are broke,” Hardwick informs her own predicament.
own appearances in “The Dolphin.” Lowell early on. Having planned to join She and Lowell had issues over per-
More exasperating than his self-preoc- him in England later in 1970, she had sonal letters even before “The Dolphin.”
cupation is the childish malingering given up her teaching job at Barnard In April of 1970, just prior to their part-
over the many tasks of breaking up— for the coming academic year. Now she ing, Hardwick urged the sale of his pa-
the taxes to be disentangled, the prop- can’t get it back: “Crummy, cruel thing pers to a university as a way for them
erty to be settled. “I’ve spent the fore- for you two selfish little people there to get out from under financial burdens.
part of this afternoon looking for the to do.” What she cannot know is that She joked about how to increase the
divorce agreement,” he tells Hardwick, financial pressures will begin driving letters’ value (“I have to write some good
“and fail to find it though once there her toward a greater, more focussed ones for the ‘files’!”) and subsequently
seemed to be three or four, various ver- fulfillment of her talents. “I have been took pride in her negotiations with Har-
sions, in drawers.” When he asks his doing all this writing day and night to vard, which acquired them. Lowell had
daughter to “give all my love to mother make a living,” she reports in March, been queasy about such an archive (“I
and to your self,” he includes a caveat: 1971, having already confessed to Low- hate the idea of people pawing through
“Alas, we can never give all. I try.” ell that she is hoping “for a little pres- it”), and their estrangement complicated
Hardwick declares to him that Har- tige at least.” the sale. Hardwick now wanted to be
riet is now the source of what “real love” As the decade goes on, the exigen- paid separately for the part of the col-
her life contains. Inevitably, the child cies of earning will help to produce a lection she had generated. Lowell, who
becomes a bone of contention, and the collection of essays of feminist literary feared the loss of her letters (“Please
attention to logistics—how the “youth criticism, “Seduction and Betrayal” (1974), don’t wish to erase our long dear years
fares” of the era will take Harriet, a sort as well as her best-known novel, “Sleep- from the blackboard”), found the con-
of human parcel, back and forth across less Nights” (1979), a book, she tells Low- dition reasonable, and agreed to it.
PLAYING HOUSE
Cherkaoui. Rather than putting the
album’s mix of anger and love, forbear
ance and recrimination into one wom
The new musical “Jagged Little Pill” and a revival of “Fefu and Her Friends.” an’s mind and threading those contra
dictions together in the telling of her
BY VINSON CUNNINGHAM life—in other words, rather than doing
what each listener of “Jagged Little Pill”
does by an instinctive act of imagina
tion—Cody distributes them awkwardly
among the members of a strained fam
ily, painting a tableau of white suburban
anomie that feints at depth but, through
out the show’s two and a half hours, is
always threatening to dissolve.
Mary Jane Healy (Elizabeth Stanley)
is a wife and mother whose lifetime of
anxiety, perfectionism, and selfavoidance
has brought her to a crux. She’s suffered
an injury in a car crash and is having
trouble—more than anyone knows—
kicking her painkillers. (That this plot
line might have some punning relation
ship to the name of the show makes my
ears ring.) Her husband, Steve (Sean
Allan Krill), is distant and addicted to
porn. (She surveils his Internet searches.)
Their sex life is as dry as a riverbed in a
drought. Their daughter, Frankie (a char
ismatic Celia Rose Gooding), who is
black and was adopted, is a highly prin
cipled socialjustice advocate at school
but suffers daily indignities—we see
somebody stroke her hair, that micro
aggressive cliché—and seems, increas
ingly, to hate her mom. Frankie’s brother,
Nick (Derek Klena), is an overachiev
ing swimmer headed to Harvard, who
et me attest, at the outset, to the ing, “You! You! You!,” gearing up for but seems to be crumbling under his par
L hauntingly powerful—and, now,
almost twentyfive years on, probably
never arriving at Morissette’s famous
“oughta know! ” Our cred depended on
ents’ expectant pride. When faced with
an ethical quandary concerning two of
unreplicable—cultural permeation that not knowing this song, but none of us his classmates, his response shows that
the songs on Alanis Morissette’s third could help knowing. the moral part of his education has lagged
album, “Jagged Little Pill,” achieved The album’s power rested in its total, far behind his grades and popularity.
after its release, in 1995. When its pop terrifying specificity. It read less as a the The show checks off “issues” like
ularity began to crest, I was in sixth matically linked cycle of songs than boxes on an interminable medical form:
grade, at a largely black allboys school, as an opera with a cast of one: Moris transracial adoption and rape culture,
where hiphop had a monopolistic hold sette, as a new kind of Gen X diva so opioids and bad marriages, catty neigh
on our popartistic attention and al prano, her hair everywhere and murder bors and the perils of meritocracy, bisex
most nobody admitted to watching the in her eye. uality, and, fleetingly, prayer. The sub
rockers and teenyboppers on MTV. Still, It’s strange, then, to see songs like urbs of Connecticut are a middleclass
I can remember a friend of mine—As “You Oughta Know” and “Ironic” spread surface under which all kinds of funky
sata, named for the Black Liberation out and depersonalized, turned into sit bacteria are thriving. There’s a sprinkle
Army activist now in permanent exile, uational anthems instead of markers of of Cheever and a dash of “Real House
in Cuba; that’s how black and unlikely deep emotional truth, as they are in the wives,” all tightly Spanxed into the form
to be playing Alanis at home he was— new musical “Jagged Little Pill” (at the of an afterschool special. Adding to this
sticking a finger in my face and shout Broadhurst), directed by Diane Paulus, topical muddle is the clutter onstage: the
78 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY SONIA PULIDO
ensemble, dressed like a vaguely radical ing in Fort Greene, has invited a group
street gang—Doc Martens, sheer shirts, of women to her house so that they can
pointless vests—dances around the main run through the program of an upcom
characters at odd moments, adding wel ing educational fundraiser. Fefu’s rest
come movement at the expense of co lessness and loose tongue—she claims
hesion. A series of panels meant to sug not to like other women—scandalize
gest the siding of a suburban house, but the mousy Christina ( Juliana Canfield)
a bit too reminiscent of an aisle in Home and amuse Cindy ( Jennifer Lim), a Your Anniversary
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ing its story ever bigger, broader, and dience is split into four groups, each
more inclusive—perhaps an effect of making its way through four parts of
anxiety about the size of the Broadway Fefu’s house: the drawing room, a whim
stage—leaves each of its women under sical kitchen, a lawn bedecked for a game
described and essentially unknown. of croquet, and—thanks to a glass
The most powerful moment of the floor—a dismal basement where Julia (a
show comes when the focus is whittled brilliant, unnerving Brittany Bradford),
down to one: Frankie’s best friend and who’s been physically incapacitated for
occasional makeout partner, Jo (Lau reasons that are unclear to her friends,
ren Patten), who finds out that Frankie
has fallen in love with a new boy at school,
carries on a conversation with someone
unseen. Something’s wrong down there, THE ROSE
Phoenix (Antonio Cipriano), and gives and the trouble might be Fefu’s before Pin
a galvanizing rendition of “You Oughta long. The set piece rips away the artifice
Know.” When I saw the show, Patten—a that so often congenially pillows our no
great singer—brought the house down. tions of theatre. As we walked around
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You could call this a distraction. I
wished that the wristbands that desig
a rifle, aims it out the window at her nated our groups didn’t also denote which
lawn, stretches to her full, formidable of us could sit and which should stand.
height, and takes her best shot. Her This pageant of movement insists on a
name is Fefu (Amelia Workman), and flattening equality among the different
the gun is pointed at her husband, who perspectives, and I didn’t like to be re
never shows up onstage. This is a game minded of hierarchy, which already poi
they play: before Fefu fires, her husband sons too many of the theatre’s trappings.
fills the gun’s chamber, never telling Fefu Still, I felt pleasantly plucked out of place.
whether any of the bullets isn’t a blank. “Life is theatre,” one of the women says.
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Shrapnel, resist the temptation to cram
THE CURRENT CINEMA that life into a biopic. Rather than range
far and wide, they focus on one espe
COMPLEX PERSECUTION
cially murky patch, beginning in 1968.
We find Seberg preparing to fly from
Paris, where she lives with her husband,
“Seberg” and “In Fabric.” Romain Gary (Yvan Attal), to her na
tive land. On the plane, she meets Hakim
BY ANTHONY LANE Jamal (Anthony Mackie), an activist of
charismatic renown, and, upon landing
remarkable scene at a ritzy club, in ing a Tshirt and flats, but the restless in Los Angeles, joins him in giving the
A Otto Preminger’s “Bonjour Tris
tesse” (1958), shows a young woman
ness, and the blond crop, as neat as a
choirboy’s, remained. And, lo, here they
Black Power salute. The assembled press
is watching. So is the F.B.I.
dancing first with a spruce admirer and are again, in Benedict Andrews’s “Se Seberg’s political sympathies are com
then with her doting father. She has berg,” in which the title role is taken by mon knowledge, but now she goes fur
short blond hair and a halterneck dress; Kristen Stewart. ther. She sleeps with Jamal, and harkens
the men are in tuxedos. As they take Stewart’s voice is lower than Seberg’s, to his earnest decrees. “If you can change
her in their arms on the dance floor, she her smile more hesitant, her chin more one mind, you can change the world,”
looks over their shoulders and holds us determined, and the gleam in her eyes he tells her. (The line is repeated later,
in case we didn’t catch it.) Mackie—one
of the few actors, surely, who can exude
menace while sporting a tigerstriped
satin top and matching shorts—lends
the softspoken Jamal a seductive edge,
and, before long, Seberg is writing checks
for his educational project. Her contri
bution, however, is not popular, either
with Jamal’s toughminded wife, Doro
thy (Zazie Beetz), who calls the actress
“a tourist,” or at the Bureau, where, under
the baneful aegis of J. Edgar Hoover, the
decision has been made to persecute Se
berg. She is to be photographed, bugged,
and shamed. The Puritan appetite needs
regular sating; every generation, you could
say, must have its Hester Prynne.
The maltreatment of Seberg is a mat
ter of record. It is true that, when she
Kristen Stewart plays the ill-fated movie star in Benedict Andrews’s film. became pregnant, the F.B.I. triggered a
rumor, quite without foundation, that
in her unnerving gaze—not so much a touch more dulled with knowingness, one of the Black Panthers was the fa
smashing the fourth wall as gently tap as if the innocence to which Seberg ther; according to an internal memo,
ping it and staring at us through the somehow clung were no longer avail from 1970, “It is felt that the possible
crack. She talks to us, too, in voiceover, able; Stewart, though, is not in the busi publication of SEBERG’s plight could
confessing how little the perks of priv ness of impersonation. Her task, which cause her embarrassment and serve to
ilege mean to her. “I can’t feel anything she fulfills with terrific intent, is to chart cheapen her image with the general
he might be interested in,” she says of the downfall of a resolute but precari public.” It’s also true that the baby sur
the younger man. Despite this candor, ous soul who was illsuited to take the vived for only a few days and that the
we sense that she is keeping something plunge. The movie’s larger mission is to casket was opened, at Seberg’s request,
back. So, what is she: a spoiled brat, a prove that not an inch of that descent so that mourners could see that her child
sad case, or a cornered spirit, angling was of Seberg’s making. She was pushed. was white—a display that the film, mer
for a chance to cut and run? Seberg was born in Marshalltown, cifully, does not seek to recreate. The
The woman’s name is Cécile, and she Iowa, in 1938 and died in Paris in 1979. iniquity of what was done to Seberg,
is played by Jean Seberg. Two years after Her decomposing body was found in a harrying her into a breakdown, is be
Preminger’s film, Seberg strolled into car, along with a note to her teenage yond dispute; but there’s a problem with
Godard’s “Breathless” as Patricia, the son, Diego, and a bottle of pills: a ter Andrews’s movie. Where is the center
allAmerican in Paris, crying “New York rible conclusion to an errant life. It’s a of gravity in this sorry tale?
Herald Tribune! ” up and down the blessing, I suppose, that the writers of Much of the narrative is occupied by
ChampsÉlysées. She was now wear “Seberg,” Anna Waterhouse and Joe an F.B.I. greenhorn, Jack Solomon ( Jack
80 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 16, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY CARI VANDER YACHT
O’Connell), his wife, Linette (Marga- was my signal to fall sideways out of In the catalogue, it is described as hav-
ret Qualley), and his partner, Carl Ko- my seat. It’s as if her whole existence ing a “dagger neckline.” And the color?
walski (Vince Vaughn). There’s also a had become one long catwalk. Is it any “Artery red.”
substantial role for Jack’s conscience. wonder that the curiosity of others Strickland is the British-born direc-
His job is to spy on Seberg, and he comes killed the cat? tor of “The Duke of Burgundy” (2014)
to loathe himself for doing so. Even- Seberg was that most benighted of and other oddities, and, if you haven’t
tually, he even sneaks into his boss’s creatures, the paranoiac who is dead right, encountered his work before, brace your-
office, purloins the relevant file, and and her fears are enshrined in Stewart’s self. Snorts of derision are a perfectly
offers it to Seberg at a hotel bar. All of performance, at once twitchy and refined; standard response, as are guilty snickers;
which makes the movie more balanced, notice how she touches her hairline, as you may also feel mesmerized, baffled,
undoubtedly, but also more boring than if to check the lid of her head. What a and disgusted, all in the space of a sin-
it has any right to be; time spent away mournful irony it would be, though, if gle scene. What, for instance, are we to
from its heroine seems like a wasted op- viewers were left with the belief that Se- make of the store, where Sheila is served
portunity. Watching the authorities dick berg was no more than the sum of her by Miss Luckmoore (Fatma Mohamed),
around with long lenses and concealed nervous wreckage. It’s hard, of course, a magnificent saleswoman in funereal
mikes is hardly an unprecedented treat, not to regard her movies except through crinoline, whose scarlet nails match her
whereas the sight of a film star rolling the prism of her private strife, the clear- lips? “I have reached the dimension of
up to the residence of a known radical, est example being Robert Rossen’s “Lilith” remorse,” she says, meaning “I’m sorry,”
after dark, in a convertible Jaguar E-Type (1964), in which she plays a patient at an when Sheila, besieged and inflamed by
the color of melted butter—that is new. asylum. And yet what is so moving about the dress, tries to return it. Has Dracu-
The look of the film, like that of its the film, and what allows Seberg to hold la’s sister really gone into retail?
subject, is not of minor concern; what her own against a youthful Warren Beatty, To judge by the fashions, “In Fabric”
gets trapped inside that look is any- is the care and the control with which is set in the nineteen-seventies. And, to
thing but superficial. The cinematog- she measures out her character’s collapse. judge by its visual and aural manners, it
rapher is Rachel Morrison, who shot If the story of Jean Seberg is one of the might as well have been made then, so
“Black Panther” (2018), and “Seberg” is more wretched footnotes in the chron- reverent is Strickland’s thirst for the pe-
her finest hour to date; the precision icle of fame, that’s all the more reason riod, with its soft-core-porno tropes and
with which she gauges the crystalline to treasure those occasions, onscreen, its throbbing horror flicks. If anything,
light of California surpasses even Rob- when she was not a victim—when she this antiquated air makes the film a lit-
ert Richardson’s lucid work on “Once bore herself, and whatever pains she har- tle too arch and over-concocted for its
Upon a Time . . . in Hollywood,” ear- bored, with mastery and grace. own good, and I’d love to see the direc-
lier this year. To observe Seberg, framed tor unleash his talents on the merce-
by the wide windows of her West Coast ounded though Jean Seberg was, nary fetishism—“a transaction of ec-
home, is to see someone caged by her
own visibility, whether or not the law
H at least she wasn’t attacked by stasy,” as Miss Luckmoore’s boss would
her own clothes. Such, however, is the say—of our own age. How about an
is on her tail. Likewise, the outfits that strangely textured fate that befalls Sheila Apple watch that slits the wearer’s wrist,
she wears, from the natty to the sump- (Marianne Jean-Baptiste), the shy bank or earbuds that drill into the brain? Or
tuous, are designed to draw attention. teller at the heart of Peter Strickland’s a haunted Alexa that listens in on every
The point at which she appears in a “In Fabric.” Being in her early fifties, word and slowly takes possession of our
strapless, rose-pink gown, with a loop- and not long separated from her hus- lives? Oh, hang on. Too late.
ing collar resting like a jewelled yoke band, Sheila embarks, with some wari-
on her shoulders, to the soft lament ness, upon the dating game. At a local NEWYORKER.COM
of Scott Walker’s “It’s Raining Today,” department store, she buys a new dress. Richard Brody blogs about movies.
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“It’s the price of freedom.” “I don’t know how to tell him it’s not his.”
Fred Lief, New York City John Dymale, Fond du Lac, Wis.
MUSIC BY
TOM KITT
LYRICS BY
MICHAEL KORIE
BOOK & DIRECTION BY
JAMES LAPINE
LINCOLN CENTER THEATER IN ASSOCIATION WITH JACK SHEAR PRESENTS FLYING OVER SUNSET BOOK JAMES LAPINE MUSIC TOM KITT LYRICS MICHAEL KORIE
WITH (IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER) CARMEN CUSACK HARRY HADDEN-PATON TONY YAZBECK SETS BEOWULF BORITT COSTUMES TONI-LESLIE JAMES LIGHTING BRADLEY KING
SOUND DAN MOSES SCHREIER PROJECTIONS JEFF SUGG ORCHESTRATIONS MICHAEL STAROBIN CASTING TELSEY + CO STAGE MANAGER RICK STEIGER MUSIC DIRECTION KIMBERLY GRIGSBY
CHOREOGRAPHY MICHELLE DORRANCE DIRECTION JAMES LAPINE