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CONTRIBUTORS
Evan Osnos (“Undecided Voter,” p. 34) Margaret Talbot (“Women on the Verge,”
writes about politics and foreign af- p. 46) has been a staff writer since 2004.
fairs for the magazine. His new book, She is the author, with David Talbot,
“Wildland: The Making of America’s of “By the Light of Burning Dreams:
Fury,” will be out in September. The Triumphs and Tragedies of the
Second American Revolution.”
Anne Carson (Poem, p. 42) recently
published, with the artist Rosanna Nick Paumgarten (“Pet Projects,” p. 20),
Bruno, a comic-book adaptation of a staff writer, began contributing to
Euripides’ “The Trojan Women.” The New Yorker in 2000.
Sam Knight (“Dream Weaver,” p. 28), Paul Tran (Poem, p. 61) is a Wallace
a staff writer since 2018, is a frequent Stegner Fellow at Stanford University.
contributor to the column Letter from Their début poetry collection, “All the
the U.K., on newyorker.com. Flowers Kneeling,” is due out in 2022.
Camille Bordas (Fiction, p. 56) teaches Doreen St. Félix (On Television, p. 74),
creative writing at the University of a staff writer since 2017, is the maga-
Florida. She is the author of the novel zine’s television critic.
“How to Behave in a Crowd.”
Natan Last (Puzzles & Games Dept.)
Barry Blitt (Sketchbook, p. 33) won the researches and writes about refugee and
2020 Pulitzer Prize for editorial car- immigration issues. He is also a poet
tooning, for work that appeared in this and the author of “Word.”
magazine. His latest book is “Blitt,” a
compendium of his illustrations. Peter Schjeldahl (The Art World, p. 72),
The New Yorker’s art critic since 1998,
Nicole Rifkin (Cover), a cartoonist and published “Hot, Cold, Heavy, Light”
an illustrator, lives in Brooklyn. in 2019.
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A HOSPITAL’S LEGACY plication that patients therefore received
substandard care—because why would
Chris Pomorski did an extraordinary poor people deserve anything better?
job of describing how the investor-led, As I am fortunate enough to be fully
misguided leadership of Hahnemann insured, I could have gone to any hos-
University Hospital hastened its shut- pital in the city, but I chose Hahnemann,
down and disrupted the lives of pa- because I was confident that I would be
tients, staff, medical residents, and stu- taken care of.
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dents (“Death of a Hospital,” June 7th). Mary Jeanne Welsh
As Pomorski highlights, hospitals— Philadelphia, Pa.
even those with nonprofit status—have
become businesses. The demise of Hah- THE MODERN NIETZSCHE
nemann thus illuminates a larger issue:
the patchwork approach to delivering Merve Emre, in her review of Mieko
health care in the U.S. is inadequate. Kawakami’s “Heaven,” claims that “the
All developed countries face challenges Nietzschean literary tradition has largely
in paying for health care, but most have retreated in the past half century”
made access to it a right, and have in- (Books, June 7th). Among recent En-
stituted systemic approaches to fund- glish-language writers, no novelist has
ing and managing it in order to insure savaged the “ ‘moralistic mendacious-
that access. Hahnemann failed, in part, ness’ that Nietzsche attacked”—as Emre
because the majority of its patients were puts it—more than Philip Roth. The
enrolled in Medicaid and Medicare, title character of “Sabbath’s Theater,”
which pay less than private insurers. often considered one of Roth’s greatest
Should hospitals and doctors suffer be- novels, works on a puppet adaptation
cause they serve government-sponsored of Nietzsche’s “Beyond Good and Evil.”
patients? Hahnemann is just one of many One critic described the protagonist as
cases in which the primary payment a “Dionysian artist, a seminal provoca-
system has contributed to a hospital’s teur/philosopher, a Nietzschean figure
downfall; without changes, there will beyond good and evil.” Later, a reviewer
be more to come. of Claudia Roth Pierpont’s “Roth Un-
Having recently retired after more than bound: A Writer and His Books” saw
fifty years of working in health care—
including thirteen months as Hahne-
mann’s director—I know the struggles
in her study of Roth an “American Zar-
athustra”—a reasonable comparison, as
Roth claimed as influences both Thomas
Now
that cash-strapped institutions face. I
hope that we can learn from the tragedy
Mann and Louis-Ferdinand Céline,
two European writers whom Emre as-
hear this.
of Hahnemann and create a more ratio- sociates with the Nietzschean literary
nal approach to funding health care. tradition. We can debate whether or Narrated stories,
Lou Giancola not this tradition has advanced in re-
Providence, R.I. cent decades, but, thanks to Roth and along with podcasts,
those he influenced, it hasn’t retreated. are now available in
I was pleased that Pomorski wrote about James D. Bloom
the quality of care at Hahnemann, where Professor of English and the New Yorker app.
I had three surgeries over the years. On American Studies
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have heard people dismiss Hahnemann any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
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With a nearly four-decade career, Angélique Kidjo is a towering figure of cross-cultural music. Her work,
which extends from Afrobeat and jazz to Afro-pop and world fusion, grows only more inclusive and cu-
rious with time. On her new album, “Mother Nature,” created during the pandemic, she teams up with
younger pop stars from West Africa and the African diaspora—Burna Boy, Mr. Eazi, EarthGang, Sampa
the Great—to promote messages of unity and healing, unpacking complex realities with cheer and aplomb.
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TELEVISION
of Easttown” explores the repression of the
American male of a certain class and race, with
cautious optimism. Free on Ailey’s Web site,
July 24-26, the program includes new works by
little fetishizing. Between Mare and her crabby the company members Ghrai DeVore-Stokes,
mother, Helen (Jean Smart, who always has a Chalvar Monteiro, and Kanji Segawa. Ailey’s
Bo Burnham’s “Inside” wisecrack), it is the women who manage the artistic director, Robert Battle, offers his own
One of the leading auteurs of the mediated masculine tempers in their neighborhood. Why première, set to a Wynton Marsalis recording.
mind—a brain broken into shards by a steady won’t Richard Ryan (Guy Pearce), a handsome, And a tribute to the civil-rights hero John
stream of social media, open tabs, and reality washed-up novelist, leave Mare to her official Lewis features a dance film by its resident
television—the comedian Bo Burnham cap- police business? What’s up with Colin Zabel, the choreographer, Jamar Roberts.—Brian Seibert
tures, with frenzied and dexterous clarity, the county detective sent to micromanage Mare as (alvinailey.org)
unmoored, wired, euphoric, listless feeling of she investigates the murder? Can a shifty-eyed
being very online during the pandemic. The deacon, recently transferred to the local church,
The Chocolate Factory Theatre
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ninety-minute Netflix special, which Burnham be trusted? Probably not, but, on the other
wrote and directed, is not a traditional comedy hand, can anyone?—D.S.F. (5/10/21) It never produced chocolate—the small rented
special but, rather, a virtuosic one-man musical space in Long Island City where Brian Rogers
extravaganza, and also an experimental film and Sheila Lewandowski presented experi-
about cracking up via Wi-Fi while trying to mental performance pieces, starting in 2004.
make said extravaganza. Burnham never ex- DANCE With its awkward shape and unpolished look,
plicitly mentions the pandemic, a purposeful it was clearly a makeshift theatre, run by art-
omission that allows the show’s title to take on ists for artists, and cherished for that reason.
multiple meanings. He leaps among visual and Alvin Ailey That the organization is now moving to a much
musical references with swaggering fluency, larger facility nearby, owned debt-free, is cause
and, as the special goes on, it gets sadder and
American Dance Theatre for celebration, but the old site, at 5-49 49th
stranger. During filming, he turned thirty; Looking on the bright side is the compa- Avenue, deserves a goodbye. On June 26-27,
he celebrates by watching a clock tick to mid- ny’s preferred posture, but the themes of its it gets one, with free performances on the
night and then performing a pop song about virtual spring gala—hope, promise, and the street outside the old theatre by Anna Sperber,
existential panic, in his underwear. “Inside” future—are both perennial and timely for Heather Kravas, Jon Kinzel, and Silas Riener,
is about feeling wayward and alone, but it’s the affluent stage troupe in this moment of among others.—B.S. (chocolatefactorytheater.org)
also a record of a pandemic year spent put-
ting extreme, electrifying effort into making
something.—Rachel Syme
ON TELEVISION
Made for Love
This show on HBO Max, based on Alissa
Nutting’s 2017 novel of the same name, is a
melancholic story nested in the shiny, protec-
tive shell of a tech satire. Hazel Green (Cris-
tin Milioti) is in a bad marriage with Byron
(Billy Magnussen), a billionaire C.E.O. who’s
developing a product called Made for Love,
a brain-melding technology that, via micro-
chips, eternally connects the minds of a couple.
The head scientist, Fiffany Hodeck (Noma
Dumezweni), tells Byron that the product
isn’t ready for human testing, but, eager to
start using it, Byron has a chip implanted in
Hazel’s brain without her consent, effectively
ridding her of all privacy and making her his
User One. Much of the story is told through
flashbacks; Hazel seeks refuge at the home of
her estranged father, Herbert (Ray Romano),
who, in the years since Hazel’s mother died,
has taken up with a sex doll named Diane.
Perhaps marriage, as an institution and as
old technology, is the real monster. With or
without the chip, Hazel is bound to Byron—a
solid metaphor for the interminable contract Any woman who is old enough to remember the nineteen-eighties knows
between us and the Internet.—Doreen St. Félix that it was a decade of extreme contradictions. The “me generation” was
(Reviewed in our issue of 5/10/21.)
all about self-improvement shortcuts—butt-blasting workouts, low-cal
diets, chemical hair perms—that often proved to be more punishing than
Mare of Easttown empowering. There was a bitter undercurrent running beneath so much of
The first episode of this crime drama, on
HBO Max, ends with a slow pan over a blud- the era’s perky media aimed at women: you’re not good enough, not by half.
geoned, half-naked body—belonging to Erin This is the subtle, violent message that animates “Physical,” a new comedy,
McMenamin, a devoted teen mother—draped on Apple TV+, from Annie Weisman (the creator of “Almost Family” and
over rocks in a Pennsylvania forest. By the
second episode, it seems clear that an ordi- a longtime writer on “Desperate Housewives”), starring Rose Byrne as
ILLUSTRATION BY SUA BALAC
nary man, driven by ordinary rage, killed her. Sheila, a big-haired housewife who gets her groove back by pioneering the
Kate Winslet plays our hero, Mare Sheehan— aerobics-VHS industry. Byrne gives an unsparing performance in neon
grandmother, divorcée, former high-school
basketball legend, and the detective assigned spandex, her delivery dripping with self-loathing and ruthless ambition.
to Erin’s murder. The relationships among The show can be pretty grim—this is not a bubblegum fantasy of the pe-
the characters feel lived-in; the generational riod but a merciless glimpse at how “fitness” messed with women’s heads—
tension between a group of layabout teens,
pulling inhumane pranks in the woods, and yet a bouncy synth-pop soundtrack keeps things buoyant, as does Byrne’s
their pained parents is especially vivid. “Mare ability to alternate seamlessly between preening and despair.—Rachel Syme
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Brown Dance Company, fills the McCourt with dance the first steps of intimacy. It looks like or licorice blacks, through multiple firings.
“Rise,” his first live ensemble work since the the start of something good.—B.S. (joyce.org) Some of the works here (all of which are unti-
start of the pandemic. The piece, Marshall says, tled) have wide, trumpet-shaped mouths and
is about release and uplift, and the joy of moving tiny handles; more markedly asymmetrical
together to a pulse, provided by a house-music pieces have narrow orifices; many of the vessels
score. This is dancing as an expression of happi- ART feature small, nipplelike protrusions. There is
ness and ascension.—Marina Harss (theshed.org) a time-travelling—not to mention globe-span-
ning—quality to this series, which draws on
Magdalene A. N. Odundo D.B.E. an array of ancient techniques and silhouettes,
#QueertheBallet This British ceramicist, who hasn’t exhibited but Odundo’s singular gift and formal vocab-
Led by the choreographer Adriana Pierce, in New York City in thirty years, shows ten ulary mark her beautiful objects as distinctly
#QueertheBallet is an initiative focussed on earthy yet otherworldly vessels at Salon 94. contemporary.—Johanna Fateman (salon94.com)
expanding the representation of queer women Odundo, who was born in Nairobi in 1950 and
and nonbinary dancers in ballet. Pierce’s raised in India, makes her supple biomorphic
“Safe/Haven: Gay Life
in 1950s Cherry Grove”
IN THE MUSEUMS The nineteen-fifties may have been a but-
toned-up era in general, but in the summer-
time the queer enclave of Fire Island’s Cherry
Grove was a liberated zone, with a camp gentility
and a beachy dishabille (not unlike it is today,
albeit a lot more white and a lot more male). In
the courtyard of the New-York Historical Soci-
ety, this delightful outdoor exhibition includes
some seventy images from the Cherry Grove
Archives Collection, dating as far back as 1909.
(Admission to the exhibition is free, but visitors
must reserve a timed-entry ticket.) Pictures
of people in drag are a highlight, including an
image of young men wearing matching rag-doll
wigs and diapers, and the portrait “Ed Burke
in Ethel Merman’s Mermaid Costume, One
Hundred Club Party,” whose impressively cos-
tumed subject is seen lounging in an Adirondack
deck chair. A decidedly bohemian destination,
Cherry Grove attracted such well-known figures
as Truman Capote and Patricia Highsmith, and
it is still home to the nation’s oldest continu-
ally operating L.G.B.T. summer theatre. This
transporting show conveys the community’s
uninhibited, sophisticated culture and shares
the sunny moments of public affection and so-
cial refuge that Cherry Grove offered same-sex
couples—both a ferry ride and a world away
The Museum of Arts and Design’s spirited exhibition “Carrie Moyer and from the McCarthyism and homophobia of the
Sheila Pepe: Tabernacles for Trying Times,” on view through Feb. 13, era.—J.F. (nyhistory.org)
celebrates the formal vision and feminist politics of two abstract artists who
share an interest in glitchy beauty, vibrant color, and craft-store materials— Terry Winters
as well as a life. Moyer, a painter, and Pepe, a sculptor, have been a couple In 1914, Marcel Duchamp wrote a note to him-
self: “Make a painting of frequency.” More
for a quarter century. Married since 2015, they met at Skowhegan, an art than a century later, a superb new exhibition
residency in Maine. (The show originated at the Portland Museum of Art.) by Winters, at the Matthew Marks gallery, is
Moyer’s glitter-and-acrylic canvases—mandala-like translucencies that on the same wavelength. Duchamp, a champion
of “anti-retinal” art, might seem like an odd
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have earned justifiable comparisons to Helen Frankenthaler and Georgia touchstone for a painter as optically (not to
O’Keeffe—look as rapturous as ever, at once aqueous and pyrotechnic. In mention haptically) all in as Winters, but the
Pepe’s rhizomatic networks of yarn, rope, hardware, and cord, the domestic Brooklyn native has been reinvigorating ab-
straction by casting his mind’s eye on scientific
art of crochet becomes a sculptural superpower. If the show’s highlights systems, from astronomy to physics, for forty
are its individual works, think of the couple’s collaborations as generous years. How to express spatial sequences—orbits,
hosts throwing a party; the proverbial lampshade is worn by a gamely oscillations, perception itself—while carrying
on a tradition whose lineage stretches (at least)
goofy homage to the nonagenarian trailblazer Lee Bontecou, whose aim from the New York School to the Aboriginal
for her art was “no barriers—no boundaries—all freedom in every sense.” Australian master Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri?
The unfettered centerpiece here is “Parlor for the People,” from 2019, a Winters provides vibratory answers in the seven
oil, wax, and resin paintings here. Each one is
hybrid of lounge and sanctuary, outfitted with textiles and furniture, be- more than seven feet tall, making viewing them
neath an extravagant, genre-defying canopy of clouds.—Andrea K. Scott a full-body experience. Winters, who came of
Jonathan Kaspar:
The once trendsetting rappers of Migos return with “Culture III,” “Connecting the Dots”
the final installment in their trilogy, an album that finds its purpose ELECTRONIC Since 1999, the Cologne, Germany,
in preserving the group’s reputation and reiterating the impact of its dance-music label Kompakt has issued a volumi-
nous, supple catalogue, which it has not been shy
music. The record is an obvious bid to get back something that’s been about repurposing. A new mix series, “Connect-
lost. There is nothing novel happening here—not a progression of the ing the Dots,” consists of d.j. sets by Kompakt
Migos sound nor any sort of tactical reëvaluation or attempt at refine- artists, containing Kompakt-released tracks. The
latest volume, by Jonathan Kaspar, is rooted in
ment, much less a cultural breakthrough—but the music is occasionally the label’s mature phase, although the tracks go
emboldened by a resolve to, at the very least, measure the crew’s cultural back to 2000, with Closer Musik’s classic “One
footprint for posterity. At times, the sheer dizzying maneuvers and Two Three (No Gravity).” But, in the midst
of the great reopening, it’s the plangent synth
configurations of the verses are still enough to dazzle. The album’s funky pads of Terranova’s “I Want to Go Out,” from
opener, “Avalanche,” is a feat of tumbling momentum and balance. Over 2011, that resonate most.—Michaelangelo Matos
the wheezing horns of “Jane,” the trio is, by turns, nimble, shifty, and
smooth. But, as Migos pushes to assert its status for the third time, it Harold Land: “Westward Bound!”
illustrates how little it’s actually moved in five years. —Sheldon Pearce JAZZ The late Harold Land is known primarily
as an early member of one of the most imposing
bands of the late bop era—the Max Roach-Clif-
ford Brown Quintet. Sandwiched between those
age as an artist in the nineteen-seventies, bor- liams, Irving Berlin, Pete Seeger). Brancy’s vul- two titans, Land might understandably be over-
rows Minimalism’s strategies of repetition, nerability to the material delivers on a promise of looked, despite his plentiful ideas, sure phras-
but his works are anything but formulaic. Just originality. Time seems to stand still as he traces ing, and the warm tone of his tenor saxophone.
when you think you’ve grasped the rules of his gorgeous, sustained lines in “Youth and Love,” Yet he sustained a lasting career long past that
game—say, containing compositions within hor- from Vaughan Williams’s “Songs of Travel,” and memorable alliance; his early albums as a leader,
izontal bands at the top and the bottom—you elsewhere his vocalism—robust yet clean, mascu- including “Harold in the Land of Jazz” and “The
encounter an outlier like “Thyreos,” a bristling line yet capable of softness—responds vividly to Fox” (which features an appearance by the elu-
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pink oval pulsing on a field of blue.—Andrea K. moments of hope and yearning.—Oussama Zahr sive trumpeter Dupree Bolton), are well worth
Scott (matthewmarks.com) savoring. “Westward Bound!,” a newly unearthed
recording documenting all-star live appearances
Caramoor Festival from 1962, 1964, and 1965—with such hard-bop
CLASSICAL The summer music season takes a stalwarts as the drummer Philly Joe Jones, the
MUSIC welcome stride toward normalcy with the re- pianist Hampton Hawes, and the trumpeter
turn of the Caramoor Festival, whose verdant Carmell Jones—provides further evidence that
setting in Katonah, N.Y., has long been a most Land’s gifts deserve to be relished by more than
John Brancy: “The Journey Home” agreeable destination. First up in an enticing just devoted aficionados.—Steve Futterman
John Brancy’s new album, “The Jour- season is PUBLIQuartet, with a program called
ILLUSTRATION BY LIAM EISENBERG
CLASSICAL
ney Home,” captures a live concert, from 2018, “What Is American?,” which features music by
that marked the centennial of Armistice Day. Jessie Montgomery and Vijay Iyer alongside MET Orchestra Spotlight Series
The baritone and his recital partner, the respon- improvisations spun from Dvořák and Ornette CLASSICAL In March, 2020, the Metropolitan
sive pianist Peter Dugan, assembled a program Coleman. The eloquent pianist Richard Goode Opera cancelled its regular schedule of produc-
that builds a cohesive narrative from disparate presents a solo recital on Friday, the Guinean tions, and the members of its orchestra went
sources. There are contemporary settings of singer-songwriter Natu Camara performs on without pay for nearly a year. To fill the void, the
famous wartime poems (“In Flanders Fields” and Saturday, and the Orchestra of St. Luke’s caps a musicians started their own digital series, and
“I Have a Rendezvous with Death”) alongside fanfare-heavy Sunday matinée with a première stars such as Angela Gheorghiu, Eric Owens,
pieces by those who served in the First World by Valerie Coleman.—Steve Smith (June 24 at 7, Frederica von Stade, and Susan Graham volun-
War or in other conflicts (Ralph Vaughan Wil- June 25-26 at 8, and June 27 at 4; caramoor.org.) teered to host or sing in chamber concerts that
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sons de Bilitis,” and for arias by Rossini and is caught between two women, one of them too grace of these life-and-death combatants, and by
Bizet.—O.Z. (spotlight.metorchestramusicians.org) warm for him and the other too cold, and the plot the depth of hard-won knowledge on which their
pivots on the question of who chooses whom— deadly power depends. Delicate maneuvers at
and whether anyone really has a choice. In as- a billiard table are matched by the heavy metal
tutely parsed jaunts through streets and parks, of the French gangsters’ huge American sedans
MOVIES Rohmer constructs an exquisite web of coinci- prowling the landscape with a feline finesse;
dences that he elevates into a vision of destiny. In the silent exchange of glances that seals the deal
French.—Richard Brody (Streaming at Metrograph.) between Corey and Vogel is a high point of tragic
The Aviator’s Wife bromance.—R.B. (Screening at Film Forum and
The protagonist of Éric Rohmer’s wickedly streaming on Amazon and other services.)
ironic romance, from 1981, is François (Philippe Le Cercle Rouge
Marlaud), a twenty-year-old law student in Paris, The title of Jean-Pierre Melville’s grimly elegant
but the real star is the green-eyed monster. It 1970 crime drama refers to the ring of fate that Hot Fuzz
strikes early one morning when François, who unites gangsters, police officers, and other den- Edgar Wright’s 2007 comedy is a worthy suc-
works nights sorting mail, sees his girlfriend, izens of the night in its relentless grip. While cessor to “Shaun of the Dead,” which dealt
Anne (Marie Rivière), leaving her apartment being released from prison, Corey (Alain Delon) with zombies in London; this, even more for-
building with her ex, Christian (Mathieu Car- is tipped off by a guard about a Paris jeweller biddingly, deals with the British rural classes,
rière), a pilot. Later that day, the jealous François that’s ripe for robbery. Meanwhile, the under- hellbent on preserving their way of life. Simon
Pegg (who co-wrote the script) stars as Nicholas
Angel, an ambitious policeman consigned, for his
own good, to a blameless country town, where he
WHAT TO STREAM pairs up with an overweight local officer, Danny
Butterman (Nick Frost), to chase shoplifters and
swans. Needless to say, there are darker crimes
to come, and the partners are finally drawn into
deafening shoot-outs and high-speed chases—all
the paraphernalia of the American cop movies
to which Danny is so devoted. The movie, gen-
erous with its gags, doesn’t so much spoof the
action-thriller genre as pay it prolonged homage,
in the most inappropriate of settings; along the
way, it finds time to anatomize the peculiar lusts
and lunacies of modern England—or, at least,
that part of it which tries to wish modernity
away. With Jim Broadbent, Timothy Dalton, Bil-
lie Whitelaw, and Edward Woodward.—Anthony
Lane (Reviewed in our issue of 4/30/07.) (Streaming
on Amazon, Hulu, and other services.)
Talk to Me
Don Cheadle brings sharp humor and deep pas-
sion to his portrayal of the Washington, D.C.,
disk jockey and talk-show host Petey Greene in
this historically vital and acute bio-pic, from
2007, directed by Kasi Lemmons. The action
begins with Petey in prison, in 1966, where he
hones his skills on the public-address system and
gets released with a bold ploy. He then pressures
With independent filmmaking slowed and theatrical releases only trick- Dewey Hughes (Chiwetel Ejiofor), the only
ling in, because of the pandemic, this year’s edition of BAMcinemaFest, Black executive at a radio station catering to
Black audiences, to hire him; with his political
the city’s leading showcase for independent films, is running online, frankness, personal candor, and scathing wit,
June 23-29, with just six features and four short-film programs, but the Petey becomes an instant celebrity. His political
offerings are no less worthy than usual. They include the world première commitment, as well as his civic devotion, is
severely tested in the aftermath of the assassi-
of Ougie Pak’s second feature, “Clytaemnestra,” a drama of a Korean nation of Martin Luther King, Jr. Then, in the
theatre troupe—six young actresses, one young actor, and a celebrated seventies, Dewey attempts to expand Petey’s fan
but tyrannical older male director—that gathers in a house in Greece to base to television and to white viewers, putting
their friendship—and Petey’s sense of self—at
rehearse a production of Aeschylus’ “Agamemnon.” When the director risk. Lemmons incisively dramatizes the massive
brings in yet another actress, a famous one, from Korea, her presence upsets media machinery that elides the painful experi-
the group’s chemistry and her star attitude sparks conflict. Meanwhile, the ences of Black Americans—and the high price of
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director’s abusive behavior toward his less acclaimed performers gives rise impulsive and insightful longtime partner.—R.B.
to a parallel track of personal tragedy. Pak, working with a minimal crew, (Streaming on Amazon, Vudu, and other services.)
deftly sketches both the intimate passions and the perversions of power
that emerge in the theatrical hothouse—even as he thrills to the actors’ For more reviews, visit
grandly stylized classicism amid their daily banalities.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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on it; a year later, he decided to share his Kay produces just twelve ten-inch pies
R. & D. with the world. a night, at a maximum of two per cus-
Dufresne’s crust, made from dough tomer, twice a week, and also sells his own
TABLES FOR TWO flecked with whole wheat and cold-fer- cream soda (seasoned with vanilla and
mented for seventy-two hours, is notably cocoa nibs) and cookies from Best Damn
tangy, and satisfyingly chewy beneath Cookies, the pandemic project of another
Waiting for Pizza
its crackly exterior. It makes an excel- chef, who happens to be Kay’s roommate.
The other night, as I prepared to venture lent base for each of the four pies (plus My pizzas—one red, with mozzarella,
outside, the sky took on the ominous tone one calzone) available, including the soppressata, and pickled peppers, the
of gunmetal, and my phone lit up with a Classic New York, with tomato sauce other white, with mozzarella, caramel-
warning: severe thunderstorm approach- and shredded low-moisture mozza- ized onion, thinly sliced potatoes, roast-
ing, flash floods and hail likely, seek cover. rella, and my favorite: the Everything, ed-garlic cream, and capers, both bearing
All of my instincts told me to retreat, and topped with cream cheese, poppy and beautifully bubbled crusts—were faultless,
PHOTOGRAPH BY ZACHARY ZAVISLAK FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
yet I had an appointment that I simply sesame seeds, dried garlic, and salt, and the cream soda and cookies (dark-choco-
could not miss, come hell or literal high finished with fresh chives—a toasted late chunk, made with brown butter and
water. I’d finally been granted the chance bagel with melty schmear, in pizza form. coconut sugar) each an argument for its
to order from Stretch Pizza, a pop-up Still, I can’t exactly recommend the form. Being ushered knowingly toward
by the chef Wylie Dufresne, tucked into byzantine process it takes to obtain the elevator by a man eating nachos in
Breads Bakery, just off Union Square. Dufresne’s pies, weather notwithstand- the lobby felt like a rite of passage.
Perhaps this sounds like the ravings of ing. Tuesday through Thursday nights, In May, 2020, Gabriele Lamonaca,
a madwoman; maybe you’re wondering Stretch offers a limited number of reserva- a native of Rome who lives in Harlem,
if any pizza could be worth it. But what’s tion-only time slots for pickup, which sell began bartering homemade square piz-
a little tempest, really? It felt strangely out fast. Nothing came of adding myself zas—including his signature Burrapizza,
refreshing to experience such heightened to the online wait list for various dates. for which each slice is topped with an
drama around something as low stakes When, after weeks of randomly check- entire ball of burrata—via Instagram. For
as pizza. I headed for the subway. By ing the Web site, I finally snatched up a year, he met strangers on street corners,
the time I arrived at Fourteenth Street, an opening, I had to both preorder and swapping for anything from caviar to gui-
the storm had passed, and it was barely prepay, days in advance. tar lessons. Last month, he opened Unreg-
drizzling. At the top of the station stairs, The month prior, when I’d made it ular Pizza, a slice shop not far from Breads.
a woman hawked umbrellas with a com- off the much friendlier rolling wait list Accepted tender is mostly traditional, but
fortingly familiar rhythm: “Five-dollar, for Pies Upstairs—a similar if scrappier you can still add yourself to the list for his
five-dollar, five-dollar!” operation that, frankly, I’d forgotten I’d single daily trade. (Stretch pizzas $19. Pies
Early in the pandemic, Dufresne— signed up for—it felt more like winning Upstairs pizzas $13-$16. Unregular Pizza
who made his name with wd-50, his the lottery. “Upstairs” refers to the fifth- slices $4.50-$12.)
lightheartedly avant-garde Lower East floor Crown Heights apartment of David —Hannah Goldfield
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COMMENT responsible for the dissolution of the So- Sakharov was awarded the Nobel Peace
MORALITY PLAYS viet Union as its last General Secretary Prize, in 1975, he was not allowed to
and President, Mikhail Gorbachev. The leave the country to accept his medal.
he lives of the saints do not alter moral pressure that Sakharov exerted on “It is clear now that he deserved it,”
T the fate of nations—except when
they do. In 1953, a young physicist named
Gorbachev was no less consequential
than the pressure that Martin Luther
Gorbachev said.
For many years after Sakharov’s death,
Andrei Sakharov was working at a se- King, Jr., exerted on Lyndon Johnson. the post-Soviet Russian leadership, even
cret research site in Kazakhstan. The fa- In 1989, when Gorbachev sanctioned an as it grew increasingly authoritarian, did
cility was near a forced-labor camp, one unprecedented degree of open debate at not feel it necessary to dispute the dis-
of countless outposts of the Gulag Ar- a new parliament, the Congress of Peo- sident’s moral prestige. No longer. The
chipelago. Every morning, Sakharov ple’s Deputies, Sakharov took the po- state-controlled media gave the cente-
watched lines of prisoners marching in dium to call for an end to the Commu- nary of his birth minimal attention and
the dust, guard dogs barking at their nist Party’s monopoly on power. Gor- kept the focus on his contributions to
heels. Yet when the news arrived, early bachev, whiplashed by his conscience science and defense. When Moscow’s
that March, that Joseph Stalin had died, and the disdain of the hard-liners sur- Sakharov Center, which is devoted to
Sakharov did not connect the fallen gen- rounding him, wavered between letting human rights, planned a photographic
eralissimo with the misery near his door. Sakharov speak and cutting off his mi- exhibit in his honor, city officials pro-
“I am under the influence of a great man’s crophone. It was an unforgettable mo- hibited it, explaining, “The content was
death,” he wrote to his first wife. “I am rality play that was broadcast live across not authorized.”
thinking of his humanity.” a shattering imperium. Writing in the Washington Post, the
Five months later, Sakharov donned In December, 1989, Sakharov died in pro-democracy campaigner Vladimir
a pair of protective goggles and watched his Moscow apartment. Gorbachev came Kara-Murza deemed that decision “quite
the detonation of his horrific creation, to the funeral. A nervy reporter stepped appropriate” to the political moment.
the first Soviet thermonuclear weapon: up to remind the Soviet leader that when And so it is. President Putin’s policy on
“We saw a flash, and then a swiftly ex- political dissent is not so distant from
panding white ball lit up the whole hori- the seventies-era strictures under Leo-
zon.” For his contribution to the defense nid Brezhnev. Putin has insured that
of the motherland, Sakharov received the parliamentary opposition is tooth-
the Hero of Socialist Labor award and less, and has all but crushed any popu-
a comfortable place in the scientific lar opposition; his attitude toward dem-
élite. But, with time, Sakharov—like his ocratic debate is illustrated by the at-
American counterpart, J. Robert Op- tempted murder of the anti-corruption
penheimer—could not bear the thought activist and opposition leader Alexei
of what he had helped to produce. He Navalny, who is now languishing in a
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
BEST MEDICINE as the “Women Who Dared” art collec- elevator, which took them up to the Multi-
UPLIFTING tion. “We bought ’em, we brought ’em Faith Chapel, a narrow room with sev-
home, we dressed them up. But we al- eral rows of stackable chairs and a Maya
ways knew they needed to do something Angelou quote painted on the wall (“Open
else. What we felt was ‘They need to be your eyes to the beauty around you!”).
seen!’” Bill grinned, and Sandi, who wore Three of the couple’s favorite pictures
a white blazer, and sunglasses atop her had just been hung there.
streaked-blond head, went on, “I say it’s “She was in the South Gallery!” Sandi
Y.U. Langone Hospital commis- time for these girls to go to work. They said, pointing to Fu Shangyuan’s “Mums
N. sioned a three-story-tall plexiglass
sculpture of a Dalmatian balancing a yel-
can’t sit on their laurels.”
Bill—a tall, taciturn, bald man—and
Before Frost.” “And she”—Alice Rahon’s
“Untitled (Cityscape)”—“was in the Blue
low taxi on its nose. A branch of NewYork- Sandi owe their art-buying fund pri- Bedroom! Or was it the Chinese Bed-
Presbyterian recently bought around three marily to the eight years he spent as Am- room?” Bill nodded. “And Reva”—Sandi
hundred blue-chip art works, including way’s chief operating officer. (Amway, gestured to Reva Jackman’s “Ventura
a Kehinde Wiley painting. Executives the eight-and-a-half-billion-dollar, defi- River,” a Cézanne-ish landscape near
at Northwell Health, the state’s largest nitely-not-a-pyramid-scheme market- some empty cabinets—“Reva was down-
health-care provider, realized that the ing company, sells, among other prod- stairs, in our Office Gallery, right?”
drab landscapes and still-lifes of flowers ucts, energy drinks, anti-aging creams, Bill nodded: “There’s a lot of wall
adorning its waiting rooms weren’t cut- air purifiers, and toothpaste in more than space.”
ting it anymore. a hundred countries and territories.) The Upstairs, in the maternity ward, Elois
Northwell’s problem was solved not Nicholsons started their Lenox Hill tour Jenssen’s “Fashion Sketch (Lucille Ball),”
long ago when it received an unprece- near the main-entrance desk, with a 1931 from 1954, had been mounted alongside
dented loan from a wealthy Houston oil painting by Lyla Harcoff titled “Flo- a Purell dispenser and a QR code, which
couple, Sandi and Bill Nicholson: four renze,” which was encased in plexiglass. linked to an audio recording of Katy
hundred and four paintings and sculp- “Look at that!” Sandi said. “I have chill Perry describing the work: “It’s fun to
tures composing a never-before-exhib- bumps all over me!” A nurse rushed by imagine Lucille Ball twirling around in
ited collection of women artists, span- with a newborn wrapped in a blanket, this glamorous yellow dress!” Perry is a
ning twenty-five hundred years and seven and a hospital executive, who was hold- neighbor of the Nicholsons’ in Santa
continents. “We lived with these girls for ing Sandi’s purse, exclaimed, “The young- Barbara, where they own a house. “Al-
twenty years,” Sandi explained the other est pair of eyes to see it!” most everybody in town knows Katy,”
day, while touring Lenox Hill Hospital, The donors shuff led past doctors, Sandi said. “She was invited to our house,
on the Upper East Side. Twelve of the nurses, and wheezing patients, and walked and she saw the collection, and we sort
works had just been installed there, billed down a corridor and into a just-sanitized of bonded on the idea.” Same story with
16 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
Carol Burnett, another Santa Barbara-
ite, who recorded the description of an
Elaine de Kooning portrait of J.F.K. that
will be hung later this year. “Carol has
been to see the art over many years at
the house,” Sandi said. Bill came up with
the idea of creating the QR codes, which
Sandi calls “the silent docents.”
A few feet away, a nurse with wavy
hair and an Apple Watch said, “I didn’t
even know it was Lucille Ball. I just liked
it because of the yellow-green color. For
babies, this color is good!” She peered at
another picture, Lydia Cooley Freeman’s
“Portrait of a Black Woman.” “And this
one, she’s so beautiful,” the nurse said.
“It just shows the ethnicness of the world.
Am I right?”
Sandi replied, “Yes, definitely!”
On the tenth floor, in a crowded sur-
gical waiting room, the Nicholsons stood
admiring two paintings of flowers in gilt
frames. Sandi took in Florence Lund-
borg’s “Bowl of Color” (circa 1910), which “Now visualize those three days a year you wear
was hanging above a chair in which a a swimsuit being slightly less awkward.”
man sat holding his head in his hands.
“Joy, absolute happiness and pleasure,”
she said. Across the room, a woman
• •
wearing an “MTA” face mask waited in
an armchair while a team of surgeons rators, but Raymond, who is running (“Crime + Punishment”) and Creole
operated on her daughter. A young man for a seat on the City Council, has an (“Krim Ak Pinisyon”). The documen-
in an “Anti-Social Social Club” T-shirt unusual biography: at a moment of stark tary, released in 2018, follows a dozen
nibbled a Rice Krispies treat, then sobbed opposition between police officers and N.Y.P.D. officers, including Raymond,
quietly into his left arm. “We want to radical critics of policing, he is both. He who became whistle-blowers, furtively
bring an uplifting message. We want to made his way from table to table, dis- recording their bosses with concealed
support all of the nurses, and the doc- pensing familial greetings (a hand on microphones and camera pens. The of-
tors, and the families,” Sandi said. the shoulder, a pleasantry in English or ficers, known as the N.Y.P.D. 12, sued
After the Nicholsons left the ward, Haitian Creole) to those he knew, and the department in federal court, alleg-
a visitor asked the man sitting under- a grip-and-grin to those he didn’t. A ing that supervisors instituted monthly
neath the Lundborg painting what he loudspeaker played Sinatra—“New York, arrest and summons quotas and encour-
thought about it. “I haven’t looked at it,” New York,” “My Way.” aged officers to meet those quotas by
he said. “I got a lot of other things on Celeste Saint-Jean, eating alone but targeting people of color. “The reality
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my mind right now.” not guarding her solitude, struck up a is, law enforcement uses Black bodies
—Adam Iscoe conversation about the mayoral race. “I to generate revenue,” Raymond says in
like the guy with the business approach,” the film. Such quotas are illegal, and the
SELF-NARRATION DEPT. she said. “Wang?” N.Y.P.D. denies that they exist. This de-
POLICING THE POLICE “Yang,” Raymond corrected her. nial is harder to believe when one hears
“I like Eric Adams, too, because he the undercover recordings. (Raymond,
was a cop,” she continued. after allegedly being retaliated against
“I’m a police lieutenant, actually, and for making too few arrests: “What’s the
I fought against corruption in the de- issue with me? Just activity? Just the
partment,” Raymond said, handing her quota?” Supervisor: “That’s what it is.”)
a campaign flyer. “I’m also a candidate.” Raymond is running to represent Dis-
ast week, Edwin Raymond—thirty- Saint-Jean’s eyes widened. “Well, trict 40, which has one of the country’s
L five, fit, not tall, long dreadlocks—
walked into Kaché, a Haitian restaurant
excusez-moi,” she said.
Outside, it was a bright spring after-
highest concentrations of Haitian-Amer-
icans. “When I meet people on the street
in the Marine Park section of Brook- noon. Inside, the lights were dimmed who want to know, ‘Are you pro-cop
lyn, ready, as always, to tell his story. All for a film screening. Off went the Sin- or anti-cop?,’ I go, ‘You kind of have to
political candidates are serial self-nar- atra; up came a title card in English watch the documentary to understand,’”
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he said. But many of these voters do not come was a reporter from the Haitian the hit Peacock sitcom about a Spice
speak English as a first language. So, this Times. The paper had just released its Girls-era pop group that reunites two
past winter, Raymond dubbed the movie endorsements, and Raymond had ranked decades after its prime. Pell plays the
into Creole. First, he painstakingly tran- fourth out of four. The article alluded member least suited to middle-aged fame,
scribed it. (“When I told the director, he to his relative lack of political experi- a divorced lesbian dentist. In reality, Pell,
went, ‘We already had a transcript, you ence. “Man, we need people in politics at fifty-eight, is on a hot streak. After
just had to ask for it,’” he said. “I went, who aren’t caught up in that system,” eighteen years writing for “Saturday
‘I really wish you hadn’t told me that.’”) Raymond told the reporter. “I’ve put Night Live,” where she had a hand in
Raymond sent his transcript to a cousin my life on the line for my people. That’s creating such characters as the Spartan
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in Puerto Rico, who translated it into Cre- on another level.” cheerleaders and the omelette mascot
ole; then Raymond assembled a group —Andrew Marantz played by Justin Timberlake, she’s been
of friends, many of them community ac- gaining recognition onscreen—often
tivists or Instagram influencers with some SECOND WIND DEPT. alongside her more famous “S.N.L.” col-
fluency in Creole, and they spent several DEADPAN leagues, including Tina Fey, an executive
nights at a music studio in Queens, re- producer of “Girls5eva,” and Amy Poeh-
cording a dubbed version. “It took way ler, who directed her in “Wine Country.”
longer than I anticipated,” Raymond said. “I’m so used to writing and then watch-
He played a couple of minor characters, ing someone else do my funny,” she said,
and himself. cradling a Chihuahua-dachshund mix
A few months ago, Raymond took a named Ernie.
leave of absence from the N.Y.P.D. to wo weeks after the comedy writer Pell wore a blue shift and hot-pink
focus on his campaign. “I wake up hap-
pier every morning,” he said. “I didn’t
T and performer Paula Pell moved to
the Hudson Valley, last month, along with
clogs, her silver hair in pigtails. Letting
in a visitor, she apologized for the boxes,
realize the toll it was taking, constantly her wife, four dogs, and a cat, she heard and the barking, and the lack of grocer-
putting on that mental armor.” He was a crash out back. “Five minutes later, there ies. Her wife, Janine Brito, who is also
referring not to his normal police du- is a bleeding man on our front porch in a comedy writer (for the Ted Danson
ties (“Breaking up fights, robberies—I swim trunks,” she recalled recently. “Sec- sitcom “Mr. Mayor”), stirred mac and
have no fear about those situations”) but ond fucking week, and this guy is bleed- cheese. The two met on Twitter and got
to working alongside his fellow-cops, ing all over our porch, saying, ‘I got dis- together after Pell, depressed in West
many of whom, since the film and the oriented on the trail.’ And he was so lying. Hollywood after a divorce, took herself
lawsuit, have called him a snitch, a rat, He had broken into the guesthouse and on a retreat to Joshua Tree. Brito was
or worse. After he voiced public sup- cut himself.” Pell called the paramedics, also depressed and in Joshua Tree. Pell
port for Colin Kaepernick, Raymond and the guy was arrested.“But the beautiful sent her a direct message: “Would you
received anonymous death threats and thing about it is that then we met all the like to be my friend on the playground?
racist messages. “The department of- neighbors,” she went on. “They were all I’m really good at kickball, and I think
fered me security, but I didn’t trust it,” coming over, going, ‘I’m vaccinated! Can boys are gross.” They’d been planning a
he said. (The N.Y.P.D. did not respond I hug you? Don’t be scared!’” big wedding when the pandemic hit,
to a request for comment.) “I’m good The move was already chaotic, coin- and they decided to hunker down in
in Brooklyn—people know me, I’ve lived ciding with the première of “Girls5eva,” Asheville. “We got a motor home and
here all my life. But I’ve been told, ‘If thought it would be a real fun lesbian
you go to Long Island, or upstate, you’d activity to bring all our animals to North
better bring your gun.’” Carolina, and it was a living nightmare,”
The N.Y.P.D. 12 lawsuit remains un- Pell said. “Think of the most turbulence
resolved, and Mayor Bill de Blasio has you have ever experienced in a plane
not taken up their cause. “If you’re sup- and multiply it—that’s how it was the
posed to be progressive, and you have entire four days.”
whistle-blowers risking their lives to ex- They got married in November, at
pose wrongdoing, how do you not sup- Asheville’s city hall. By then, their quiet
port us?” Raymond said. “If we don’t pandemic plans had been upended; Pell
make some real changes, fast, then all had been called to New York to film
the increased tensions we’ve seen since “Girls5eva” and then to Los Angeles for
George Floyd—cops getting ambushed, “A.P. Bio,” on which she plays a tactless
vans being set on fire—it’s only going school administrator. (Her specialty is
to keep getting worse.” deadpan, winded, and guilelessly coarse.)
Most people stayed after the film Before “S.N.L.,” Pell had acted at theme
ended, and Raymond worked the crowd, parks, and now she’s become nostalgic
chatting with a rapper, a TikTok come- for other things she did in her twenties,
dian, and a former Miss Teen Haiti. like playing piano and wearing Eliza-
The only person who got a mixed wel- Paula Pell beth Taylor Passion. “I even bought weed
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again!” she said. She pulled out three most five and her sister, Marie, was two of subjects. Her growth as a writer re-
shoeboxes of photos. “This is a place I and a half. Starting kindergarten with sembles a bildungsroman just on its
worked called Adventurers Club,” she very little English, she had to guess at own; readers wondered, on the edge of
said, holding a shot from the eighties. what was going on; every day, at the end their seats, what her next piece would
“It was at Pleasure Island, a nighttime of class, the teacher would say, “Good- be. From a regular column about do-
complex at Disney World.” This was bye, children.” She knew what “good- mestic interiors and design, About the
during a brief phase she called “going bye” meant but thought “children” must House, which she wrote for more than
down Penis Avenue.” Next: “This was a be the name of one of her classmates, five years, she moved to Profiles and
Dutch boyfriend I had a massive crush and she hoped that one day the teacher long, multipart pieces, essays on pho-
on. He looked like a tall lesbian. Don’t would choose her, and say, “Goodbye, tography, and works of reporting whose
tell him that.” Janet.” Her father, Joseph, who changed titles became famous: “The Journalist
In 1995, she was acting in a “Murder, his name from Wiener to Winn, was a and the Murderer,” “The Purloined
She Wrote” stage show at Universal Stu- psychiatrist and a neurologist; she later Clinic,” and “Iphigenia in Forest Hills,”
dios Florida, when someone at “S.N.L.” described him as “the gentlest of men.” among many others. In recent years, she
saw a pilot that she had appeared in. She Joan, his wife, worked at Voice of Amer- published pieces based on old family
was flown to New York; the show was ica and other jobs and ran the house. photographs. She didn’t want to label
looking for a female writer. “I said, ‘I Janet acquired the language in no the form as memoir, so they remain out-
don’t know how to use a computer. I’m time, not knowing how she did it. For side of any category. Their simplicity
not your man!’” Her acting life went dor- the rest of her life, she spoke in an un- comes from a life of devotion to her art,
mant while she helped other people shine, showy New York accent, like a quieter, and from some hard blows—the too-
as with Rachel Dratch and her signature non-gangster Bogart. As a teen-ager, she young death of Donald, a decade-long
character, Debbie Downer. Pell said, “It sometimes fooled around with it, pull- libel case that she finally won—and
was based on people at our workplace ing out the stops on the vowels, going when the pieces come out as a book
who would come in with bad news: ‘Did into full dems-and-dose mode, just to we’ll look at them and look at them
you guys hear what happened in China?’” see people’s surprise—at this slim and again and never figure out how such
The pandemic, she observed, has been elegant girl suddenly becoming as loud wonders were wrought.
a boom time for Debbies: “They’re, like, as a “Guys and Dolls” showstopper. She Janet’s second husband, Gardner
‘Did you guys hear about the variant?’” accepted her own brilliance as no big Botsford, who had gone ashore on
Womp-womp. deal. The precision with which she saw Omaha Beach on D Day, and who ed-
Fey had told Pell about “Girls5eva” the world must have kept the grownups ited her work at the magazine for many
when the show was in development, but on their toes. She went to the High years, died in 2004. He was a brave man
she didn’t imagine she’d be in it. “Be- School of Music & Art and then to the and she was as brave as he was. Janet
cause I know that they always get on University of Michigan, where she ed- and I were friends for the last twelve
the phone with the agents, who are, like, ited Gargoyle, the college humor maga- years of her life. She did more kind-
‘It has to be Melissa McCarthy, or some- zine. She appears at the top of its mast- nesses for me than I can name. Some-
one that has a name.’ ” Now that she head as “Managing Editor: J. W. Mal- times we went on adventures in the city.
has a name, she’s embracing small-town colm.”She had married Donald Malcolm, She liked to look for beach glass, and I
anonymity. “We love meeting people a fellow U. of M. student two years older used to drive us to a beach on Staten
here who are, like, ‘What do you do?’ than she was. The magazine’s articles Island where we could do that. We got
And we’re, like, ‘We are both archi- often ran without bylines. An anony- a flat tire on the Major Deegan Ex-
tects.’” She added, in a stage whisper, mous piece in the “anti-arts issue” titled pressway in the Bronx one Sunday and
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“ ‘Of laughter.’ ” “The Bobsey Twins Meet Ezra Pound” a man on his way home from church
—Michael Schulman shows equal familiarity with the girl- with his family stopped and changed
detective mystery genre and early mod- the tire. It’s one of those things which
POSTSCRIPT ernist poetry. Like Chekhov, Janet started stay with you—the kind fellow taking
JANET MALCOLM out writing humor. off his suit jacket and tucking his tie be-
She and Donald moved to New York tween the middle buttons of his shirt
in 1957 and he began to write book re- before he set to work. Janet sometimes
views for William Shawn, then The New quoted a line from “Charlotte’s Web,”
Yorker’s editor, who treasured his con- the one that Wilbur, the pig, thinks
tributions. The couple had a daughter, about Charlotte, the spider who saved
Anne. Janet’s first piece in the magazine his life by writing a message in the
PET PROJECTS
has attracted a migration of animal-
rights activists, among them Beri and
N.D.L.B., who identify slaughterhouses
During the pandemic, we turned to animals for companionship. Now what? and, with or without the help of the
authorities, attempt to take the dogs.
BY NICK PAUMGARTEN They also intercept trucks loaded with
dogs, which are often crammed, sev-
eral at a time, into chicken cages. Filthy,
malnourished, traumatized, and dis-
eased, the dogs have been picked up
on the street or bought or stolen from
their owners. As a result, the traffick-
ers usually lack the required paperwork
and are obliged to surrender the dogs
to the police, who have nowhere to
place them, and often would just as
soon not deal with them. The situation
gives the activists the pretext to take
the dogs and transfer them to shelters
they have established around the coun-
try, where they can, at least in theory,
treat, vaccinate, and sterilize them, be-
fore seeking new homes for them in
China or overseas.
The dog rescuers, in their promotional
videos, depict their operations as com-
mando raids. Beri deploys a security de-
tail, burner phones, and decoy trucks, and
owing to his intensity both of feeling and
of activity—climbing a tree to jury-rig
tarps, ignoring bite wounds and scratches,
directing a clandestine nighttime truck-
stop transfer of confiscated cargo—he
has come to be known, by his Chinese
counterparts, as the General; other ac-
tivists call him Dog Rambo Jesus.
No Dogs Left Behind, in its com-
DREAM WEAVER
Raphael, who was waking every twenty
minutes. Bett laughed when Hart ex-
plained that from now on her son would
A sleep trainer is for babies, but the hard lessons are for parents. wake just twice—at exactly 11 P.M. and
2:15 A.M.—and then sleep until 7 A.M.
BY SAM KNIGHT Raphael complied that night, to the min-
ute. “I remember it so well,” Bett recalled.
“I said, ‘Oh, my God, are you a witch?’”
My first encounter with Hart was
with her shoes. A pair of brown, low-
heeled pumps with sturdy bows were
sitting on the stairs of our house. I hadn’t
seen shoes like that since my grand-
mother died. Another mother who hired
Hart likened her to a Roald Dahl char-
acter. “The big buckled shoe comes in
the door,” the client recalled. “She’s not
Mary Poppins. She’s, like, the opposite.
She doesn’t come all, you know, sweet
and singing.”
Hart, who is sixty-one, with shoulder-
length, graying hair, was perched on the
corner of our stained white sofa, inspect-
ing our four-month-old twins, who were
staring back at her. It was a warm Sep-
tember day. John and Arthur were born
last May, just past the initial peak of the
pandemic in London. My wife and I had
been bearing up, more or less (we have
two daughters, aged seven and four, so
these things are relative), but the situa-
tion had really begun to fall apart a cou-
ple of weeks earlier, when the boys’ sleep
had deteriorated. Starting at 11 P.M., while
one of us slept in another room, my wife
or I battled through until dawn, feeding
and rocking the boys, falling into a bed
here is a telephone number that is happen to meet by the swings and in next to their cot when they had settled,
T passed among the parents of ba-
bies and young children in London who
whose eyes they recognize a dull and
glassy look.
only to rise again when one of them
stirred. We were getting an hour or two
have reached the limits of their strug- Hart’s number comes with a warn- of sleep a night. When I heard our
gle with sleep deprivation. The number ing: she is a matron of the old school. younger daughter bounce merrily out of
belongs to Brenda Hart, who is a sleep “She doesn’t fuck around,” one client told her bed at 5:55 A.M., alert and brimming
trainer. Hart’s Web site advertises other me. Hart’s aura encourages speculation with schemes for the day ahead, all I felt
services, too: she can help with fussy about her past. People say that she has was fear.
eaters, potty training, and newborns. been employed as a governess in Dubai Hart materialized at our house, driv-
But sleep is her overwhelming source and that she has a twin. Others talk about ing an Audi. Her standard service in-
of business. Hart claims to be the most her time in Bogotá; or mention her pet volves a three- or four-hour consulta-
effective sleep trainer in the city, and the tortoise, George; or claim that she once tion, during which she talks, you listen,
bliss of unbroken nights is the reason worked, by night, as a nanny for a Prime she watches you put your baby down
that parents who have used her services Minister, slipping through the gates of for a nap, and then she tells you, for the
speak of her with wonder and bewil- Downing Street after dark. Nearly all most part, what you are doing wrong.
derment and recommend her to friends, these rumors are true, but they fail to She likes to handle babies soon after
relations, and near-strangers whom they account for Hart’s effectiveness, or for she walks in the door, to get to know
them and to help them realize that there
If sleep training were architecture, we would be living in the High Baroque. is a new sheriff in town. “I’ve got that
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demeanor that says, ‘Excuse me. But for seven minutes and that was that. marketplace range from psychologists
you’re not going to pull the wool over She has slept well ever since. Our youn- with fancy sleep laboratories to side-
my eyes,’” Hart told me recently. “I’m ger daughter is different, a more fiery job hustlers, while the buyers are drunk
quite strong. They can feel that energy person altogether. We trod more gin- with fatigue and usually deranged by
in me. This is being human. They feel . . . gerly around her. She still has broken feelings of guilt and failure. Sleep train-
They just know there is change.” Hart nights, but it’s also who she is, or at least ers tend to look at their clients with a
grew up in North Wales, and her voice who I think she is. With the twins, we mixture of pity and parent-like dismay.
has a lilting, occasionally melodramatic didn’t feel that we had a choice. We “I can stand at a baby fair and all the
quality. “I’ve got your number,” is how didn’t see how we could be present as parents who are expecting will not want
she greets a strapping six-month-old parents to our other children, or as peo- to see me,” Lucy Wolfe, a popular sleep
boy. Our twins were shy as they gazed ple in our own lives, unless they slept trainer in Ireland, told me. “Six months
at Hart from their bouncers. “Yeehaw,” and we slept. later, the same parents at the fair, they
she said. “She could have said anything to me would queue for two hours.”
Hart promises results within forty- and I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid, Few people dispute that sleep train-
eight hours. Her method is of her own because I was just desperate for help,” ing is effective. In 2006, Jodi Mindell, a
devising. She’s not Gina Ford, a Scottish another of Hart’s clients told me. This psychology professor at Saint Joseph’s
former maternity nurse who became a is the realm where the sleep trainer op- University, who also works in the Sleep
sensation in the late nineties with a erates: she meets you in a crisis and she Center at the Children’s Hospital of Phil-
rigid, minute-by-minute schedule for offers you oblivion. We put the babies adelphia, led a review of fifty-two sleep-
mothers and babies, but she is not far to bed at 7 P.M., as instructed, and closed training studies and found that forty-nine
off. Hart believes that babies should the door. We comforted ourselves by of them produced “clinically significant
feed and rest by the clock, with a lim- saying that they had each other. They reductions in bedtime resistance and
ited amount of napping during the day cried when they went to sleep and they night wakings.” More than eighty per
in order to consolidate longer stretches cried again when they woke up in the cent of the twenty-five hundred babies
of sleep during the night. Starting at night. At one point during that long and children involved in the studies slept
the age of three months, babies should first night, I woke up and my wife was more because of the interventions. Sim-
sleep soundly until the next morning. no longer beside me. Torn between the ilar, more recent reviews have supported
“They can sleep seven to seven,” Hart instinct to go to her sons and the need Mindell’s findings. “What we know is
said. When it comes to bedtime, she to rest, she had become stranded, half- that sleep training works,” she told me.
offers no frills and no tricks. You swad- way between our room and the babies’ “But it’s the mechanism that works; it’s
dle the baby. You put her in the cot. You room, and was weeping on the stairs. not the mechanics. The mechanism is
turn out the light and you walk out the You will not escape the cry. that golden moment of a baby being able
door. You don’t go back. In sleep-train- to fall asleep independently. The me-
ing circles, the method that Hart advo- f sleep training were architecture, chanics of how you get there is really
cates is known as extinction.
Hart doesn’t have much time for ri-
I we would be living in the High Ba-
roque—a fantasia of remedies. Open
based on a parent’s tolerance and the
child’s temperament.”
vals or best-selling parenting books that Instagram and behold an endless feed Sleep trainers dwell in the mechan-
suggest more intricate or sensitive ways of perfect, zonked-out babies, lulled to ics. They sell books and apps and courses
to encourage babies to fall asleep on sleep by endless, foolproof methods de- built on the difference between self-
their own. “It makes me laugh. Do they signed by endless, fairly expensive sleep soothing, which has become unfashion-
have some special language or some- coaches. You might opt for the elastic- able, and sleepability, which is the same
thing?” Hart asked. “Ridiculous. ‘Ho- band technique (leaving and coming thing, but renamed. “People who really
listic.’ This is what I hate: holistic sleep back into the room, a.k.a. controlled cry- work in this area—primarily behavior-
training. ‘We found the special way.’ Oh, ing, a.k.a. controlled checking, a.k.a. ally trained psychologists—we work
my God, get a life.” Crying happens. modified extinction, a.k.a. Ferberization). with every family one on one,” Mindell
“You will not escape the cry. You won’t Or maybe you’re more of a camping- said. “There is no right answer.” When
escape it,” Hart said. “It might only be out (a.k.a. stay-and-support) kind of our elder daughter was five months old,
five minutes of crying. It might be half parent? But have you considered a faded she fell asleep effortlessly as I walked
an hour of crying, but you’re not going bedtime, which is not to be confused down a set of shallow steps in a friend’s
to escape it.” She spends most of her with a faded positive routine? Or the garden. Ever since, when I am putting
visit building up to the question “Are chair method? What about a good old- a baby to bed, I take two steps forward
you ready to leave your baby tonight?” fashioned sleep shuffle? and then step down on the third. You
We weren’t novices. By the time Hart The sleep-training business is an un- can try that if you like. Or you might
entered our lives, we had done about governed space. Experts self-certify. In want to think about moving the last
two thousand bedtimes with our young 2016, a survey of a hundred and two feed of the day to before bath time, rather
children. When our elder daughter was sleep coaches in the United States found than after; or panicking about the blue
six months old, a relative advised us to that seventy per cent had no previous light emitted by your child’s night-light;
leave her to cry herself to sleep. I watched health-care experience. (One had an or playing the same song on repeat in
the stopwatch on my phone. She cried M.B.A.) The sellers in the infant-sleep her room all night; or blowing through
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the bars of the cot when she cries; or seeking ways to instill self-reliance and doesn’t take much, in a sleep-shot mind,
spending fourteen hundred and ninety- independence in infants who were not to draw a line from the unheeded cry-
five dollars on a SNOO, an electric cot yet a year old. In the dystopian man- ing of a baby on the other side of the
that you plug into the wall and that will ual “Psychological Care of Infant and bedroom door to the social and cogni-
automatically vibrate your newborn back Child,” from 1928, John B. Watson de- tive impairment suffered by children
to sleep, like a chick in an incubator. spaired of the concept of home: “Even who grew up in Romanian orphanages.
The mechanics of conventional sleep though it is proven unsuccessful, we “We know that there’s this thing called
training, which usually involves leaving shall always have it.” Watson’s bedtime learned helplessness,” Ockwell-Smith
a child to cry for at least a few minutes, routine is a classic of the genre: “A pat said. “What we effectively end up doing
are also what alarm its many critics. “We on the head; a quiet good night; lights is teaching them there’s no point in
have to think about why it works and out and door closed. If he howls, let crying out, because we won’t meet your
what actually happens,” Sarah Ockwell- him howl.” need.” Parenting books in Germany in
Smith, the author of “The Gentle Sleep “Extinction” is a behaviorist term. In the thirties frequently warned that a
Book,” said. “You have to then ask your- 1958, Carl Williams, a psychologist at coddled child would turn into a Haus
self, ‘Am I O.K. with why this is work- the University of Miami, reported on tyrann, or house tyrant. Photographs
ing?’” European and American pediatri- the treatment of S, a twenty-one-month- of crying babies were captioned “This
cians began recommending strict night- old boy who refused to fall asleep on is how he tries to soften stones.” In
time routines and separate rooms for ba- his own. “Behavior that is not reinforced 2019, Scientific American reported on
bies in the last years of the nineteenth will be extinguished,” Williams reported. the work of German sociologists who
century. In 1894, Luther Emmett Holt, The first time S was shut in his room set out to interview childhood survi-
the medical director of the Babies’ Hos- alone, he cried for forty-five minutes vors of bombing raids during the Sec-
pital, on Lexington Avenue, published before falling asleep. “By the tenth oc- ond World War only to find it neces-
“The Care and Feeding of Children,” a casion, S no longer whimpered, fussed, sary to expand their study to take in
catechism based on his lectures to moth- or cried when the parent left the room. the traumatizing effects of Nazi par-
ers and nurses. It contained the most fa- Rather, he smiled as they left.” Extinc- enting guidelines.
mous three words in sleep training. “How tion had occurred. It would probably be impossible to
is an infant to be managed that cries But what else is being extinguished? design a scientific study that could iso-
from temper, habit, or to be indulged?” Mindell acknowledges that sleep train- late the psychological consequences of
he wrote. “It should simply be allowed ing is not appropriate for children who a short burst of sleep training in a life-
to ‘cry it out.’” have been in foster care or infants with time of parenting mishaps. And peo-
By the late twenties, guided by Pav- any history of trauma. “We don’t want ple would be unlikely to accept the
lovian conditioning, behavioral psychol- to add any more stress on those babies findings, either way. In 2011, Wendy
ogists on both sides of the Atlantic were in terms of responsivity,” she said. It Middlemiss, a psychologist at the Uni-
versity of North Texas, led a study of
twenty-five babies who underwent a
five-day course of extinction sleep train-
ing at a clinic in New Zealand. At the
start of the course, the levels of corti-
sol, a stress hormone, in the babies and
their mothers were in synch. By the
end, cortisol levels had fallen in the
mothers but remained “elevated” among
the infants, even though they were no
longer crying in the night. The Mid-
dlemiss paper helped fuel an already
vigorous online movement against sleep
training, and prompted a backlash from
other psychologists in the field, who
questioned its methodology. In 2016,
Michael Gradisar, an expert in child
sleep disorders at Flinders University,
in Adelaide, Australia, carried out a
similar study on forty-three infants and
found that their cortisol levels went
down as their sleep improved. Gradi-
sar’s findings were presented in the
Australian media in late May. Less than
two hours later, he logged on to Face-
“I don’t know the lyrics, either, so I just hum along.” book to gauge the reaction and received
a death threat. “When that’s in your Glasgow for the night. She had driven an ideal foil. “She can take it,” the mother
home town, and you’ve got a very iden- up from London to sleep-train a baby, said. “She’s hard-core.”
tifiable surname . . . ,” Gradisar recalled. and drove back to her house, in Kew Hart’s favorite word is “practical.”
“You know, it’s something I didn’t want Gardens, the following day. “Distance When I asked if her twin sister, Lou-
my kids to be aware of.” will not stop me,” she said. The pan- ise, was identical, she replied, “Not iden-
Ockwell-Smith’s “The Gentle Sleep demic has been good for business, be- tical. But very practical.” (Hart also has
Book” was first published in 2015. She cause parents have been cooped up with a younger sister; all three have worked
substantially rewrote the second edi- their children. “The dads are the ones as nannies.) Hart grew up in Prestatyn,
tion, which was published last year, be- I don’t have to work on,” Hart said. “Oc- on the north coast of Wales, where her
cause many parents found it too tough. father was the food-and-drink manager
“I didn’t want to make them feel guilty,” at a holiday camp. She left home at sev-
she said. “But, equally, I feel an awful enteen to train in a nursery in Liver-
lot of sleep training is very unethical pool. In the eighties, Hart worked as a
and very misleading as well.” She takes nanny in Chelsea, in a high-end day-
on a few families with sleep problems, care center in the City, and in the kin-
but finds the work exhausting. “I listen dergarten of a private school in Putney.
to people, and we talk about their feel- She spent a few years at a nursery school
ings and we talk about their upbring- in Riyadh. She loved Saudi Arabia, but
ings and we talk about their relation- there was nothing to do. Later, she took
ships,” Ockwell-Smith said. “It’s really casionally, I will have a soft dad, but a job at a maternity hospital in Abu
deep.” She steers clear of twins. that’s not that often.” When I asked Dhabi. For three years, she worked
Hart to explain the growth of the sleep- nights in a neonatal intensive-care ward.
eely Layfield found Brenda Hart training industry, she said the main rea- She carried out observations, assisted
K by chance one night, while she was
holding her baby with one arm and
son was the pressure on mothers to re-
turn to work. But competition among
doctors, and held babies that weighed
one or two pounds.
Googling for sleep advice with the other. parents was a factor, too. “They want In 1999, Hart gave birth to a son,
When Layfield’s daughter, Ada, was six their little Johnny to be doing better Jack. Her husband, Adrian, was an oil
weeks old, she had been diagnosed as than Freddy down the road,” she said. engineer. He was often overseas and
having a hip condition and put in a “I think a lot of it is about image.” Hart looked after the baby alone. She
brace. Now almost three months old, Hart understands that, for many par- breast-fed Jack until he was thirteen
she had only ever slept in her parents’ ents, she is there to play the role of an months old. He would wake in the night
arms. Layfield filled out the contact authority figure, and she dramatizes her and end up in her bed. “I had fifteen
form on Hart’s Web site at around 4 performance accordingly: “The fami- months of wakings. I had a sleep prob-
A.M. Hart replied by 7:30 A.M. When lies tell me this. They say, ‘Brenda, we lem,” she said. “And if I look back now,
she arrived at Layfield’s house, in Kent, know what to do. But we need you to this is just me, there was no way I needed
two mornings later, Layfield was up- tell us.’ That’s what they say because to put up with that.” Hart would leave
stairs, changing Ada’s nappy. Hart did they’re mixed up with it, with the emo- Jack to cry one night and then relent a
not wait for directions from Layfield’s tion.” She added, “They like the idea of few days later. “I just got all sloppy,” she
husband, who had opened the door. “I’ll having somebody who has nothing to said. “Because I didn’t have a sleep trainer
find them,” she said. do with their family coming in and tell- to help me.”
Hart picked Ada up from the chang- ing them what to do. Because then ev- When Jack was four, Hart answered
ing mat. “I remember being a bit taken erybody will listen, even the granny.” In an ad to work for Night Nannies, an
aback, thinking, I don’t really know you,” 1928, Watson sought to prepare children agency for night nurses based in Ful-
Layfield said. “This is my baby, my most for conquering the world. Hart prom- ham, in West London. Anastasia Baker,
precious little being.” By the end of the ises more or less the same. “Sleep train- a former BBC journalist, founded the
morning, Ada was asleep in her cot for ing is the basis for being independent agency after the birth of her son, when
the first time in her life. “My husband later in life, from going to nursery to she was struggling with her job and her
and I just looked at each other, like, school to having a job. It’s the ground- broken sleep. Baker currently employs
What has happened?” Layfield said. work for that,” she said. “It’s like a lan- some six hundred night nurses in south-
Hart worked with four hundred and guage. The earlier they do it, the better ern England, of whom fifteen are “élite”
ten families last year. She estimates her they’re going to be at it, the better they sleep trainers. In 2003, when Hart began
success rate at ninety-two per cent. She are going to be as human beings.” working for the agency, the designa-
charges four hundred and thirty-five One mother who used Hart put it tion did not exist. She had no formal
pounds for her standard service and more succinctly: “You basically pay training in infant sleep. “Taught my-
more for overnight stays. She doesn’t someone to tell you that it’s O.K. to let self,” she said. “End of the day, it’s com-
like to take on more than about twenty your child cry it out. Because it’s such mon sense.” Hart quickly developed an
clients at a time, because she prefers to a horrible thing, you sort of always want appetite for what were known as trou-
make visits in person. When my wife to blame it on someone.” Hart’s persona, ble-shooting jobs, where a baby’s sleep
contacted Hart, last year, she was in her enthusiasm for the task, makes her had gone haywire, for which she earned
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an extra ten pounds a night. After four has come to be seen as a problem in get no maternity leave and they can’t
years, Hart left to go solo. Baker remem need of a solution. These places are survive otherwise.”
bered her well. “Brenda is hugely tal sometimes summarized in the litera Ball accepts that it is unlikely that
ented. She has to be—just look at her ture as Western, educated, industrial anyone will ever prove the absolute mer
record,” she said. “But, of course, some ized, rich, and democratic, or WEIRD. its or harms of oldfashioned sleep train
people are going to love it and some Most everywhere else and through ing. “I’m agnostic, I suppose, about
people are going to find it, you know, out human evolution, babies have slept, whether there are any longterm con
not for them.” whenever possible, with their mothers, sequences,” she said. I asked her what
It took three nights to sleeptrain for warmth, safety, and food. In “The she thought we had done to our sons.
our twins. On the fourth night, they Afterlife Is Where We Come From,” a “On a very basic level, I suppose you
went to bed at 7 P.M., and John slept 2004 study of infancy and child rear have operantconditioned them,” Ball
until 6:30 A.M., without a murmur. Ar ing among the Beng people of Côte replied. “It’s like ringing the bell and
thur needed a pat a couple of hours ear d’Ivoire, Alma Gottlieb, an anthropol the dog salivating.” I countered that at
lier, but that was it. On the fifth night, ogist at the University of Illinois, found least the babies were now getting a good
the boys didn’t stir until 7:50 A.M. Hart that mothers didn’t keep track of how night’s sleep and must be feeling the
texted two clappinghands emojis and many times their babies woke in the benefits of that. “They’re quiet,” Ball
a purple heart. Sleep rushed back into night. Children were thought to come corrected. “They’re quiet.”
our lives. We lost our dread of the night. from the wrugbe, or spirit world, and it
We felt more confident, as if we might was important to encourage them to en days before Christmas, John
now stand a chance of being good
enough parents to our four children.
stick around. It was what it was. “If
mothers do not expect their babies to
T developed a hollow, rasping cough
that we recognized as croup. The ba
The thrill of altering your babies’ basic sleep at predictable times or for pre bies were seven months old and had
behavior so dramatically in the space of dictable durations, the mothers will do been sleeping steadily at night since
a few days is offset only by the realiza nothing to try to bring about such an Hart’s visit. Now John was wheezing
tion of how vulnerable they must be to eventuality,” Gottlieb wrote. In Japan, deeply and couldn’t settle for more than
your crappy alterations all the time. where parents often sleep in the same an hour. When we took off his sleep
bed as their baby or child, the arrange suit, we could see his ribs rising with
nthropologists point out that none ment is known as kawa no ji. Kawa re effort. We called the National Health
A of this is normal. Infant sleep is
a mess. It always has been. A recent
fers to the character for “river,” denoted
by three vertical strokes, which can also
Service’s nonemergency number and
an ambulance came. John was taken to
study of thirteen hundred Finnish eight look like three people in a bed. Snug the hospital. My wife went with him
montholds found that they woke in gling down this way, and making the while I stayed at home with our other
the night between zero and twentyone best of it, can give rise to anshinkan—a children. Two days later, John tested
times. In 2011, Helen Ball, an anthro feeling of safety and reassurance for ev positive for Covid19.
pology professor at Durham University, eryone involved. When he came home, we couldn’t
created the Infant Sleep Info Source, a The WEIRD approach to infant sleep bear for him to cry. We listened to his
Web site to describe the reality of what has burdened families with unnecessary wheezing through the wall. Arthur be
she calls “biologically normal infant emotional stress and unrealistic hopes. came sick, too—not nearly as bad, but
sleep”—a nightmare, in other words. “I feel for all the parents. I wouldn’t they were both awake a lot in the night.
When she set up ISIS (the name has blame parents for anything that they’re We found ourselves back in the old rou
since changed to BASIS), Ball was pri doing with sleep, because it is such a tine, albeit with new mechanics. We stood
marily worried about spurious claims difficult terrain to navigate,” Cecilia To in the bathroom, running the shower
from formula companies, which mar mori, a publichealth researcher at the with the lights off, so the steam would
ket products that promise to make ba Johns Hopkins School of Nursing, said. ease their breathing. Christmas came
bies sleep longer. The rise of the sleep “You’re up against an entire cultural sys and went. John was in our bed most of
training industry, and its many detractors, tem.” In 2019, Ball, Tomori, and James the time. It was easier for him to sleep
has further baffled parents. Capitalism McKenna, an anthropologist at the upright. One night, so my wife could
and biologically normal infant sleep are University of Notre Dame, who stud have a moment of rest, I put John in
not what you would call bedfellows. ies cosleeping and the risk of sudden a sling and paced around the kitchen
“The fact that the culture of nighttime infant death syndrome, published a from 4 A.M. to 5 A.M., watching the dig
infant care has changed rapidly over the paper arguing for a “paradigm shift in ital clock on the stove move through the
course of the last century or so doesn’t infant sleep science” that would be more hour. The mystery of infant sleep only
mean that our babies have changed,” tolerant to new families. “Given that deepens when you observe it. Babies don’t
Ball told me. “What babies need and we’ve gotten ourselves into this corner, care about time, but time slowly grows
what parents think that they’re going the best that we can do is recognize in them. After three weeks, John’s smile
to need, or want them to need, are quite what babies expect and try to be re came back. He was better and we were
mismatched now.” sponsive to that,” Ball said. “In the U.S., in pieces. We knew what to do. And we
Ball and her colleagues argue that it mothers have to sleeptrain their ba didn’t know what to do. We texted Hart.
is only in specific places that infant sleep bies at six weeks of age, because they She replied within an hour.
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SKETCHBOOK BY BARRY BLITT
UNDECIDED VOTER
Will Joe Manchin’s search for common ground wreck the Democrats’ agenda?
BY EVAN OSNOS
party’s goals. “They want me to change. To agree,” he says. “I say, No, I’m not going to change.”
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years. In Biden’s first few months, he
talked or met with Manchin at least
half a dozen times. Biden took to call-
ing him Jo-Jo, Manchin said, adding,
“I don’t know where he came up with
that.” But he appreciated that the Pres-
ident was not pressuring him much to
adhere to the party line: “He’ll say, ‘Lis-
ten, I’ll never ask you to vote against
your conviction.’ I said, ‘I know that,
and I appreciate it.’ He just said, ‘If you
can help me, help me,’ and I said, ‘I’ll
help you where I can,’ and I said, ‘When
I can’t . . . ’ ” Manchin changed tack.
“I’m begging him, ‘We’ve got to start
doing some things bipartisan.’”
oline Humbert was a seventeen- on her own. Now she wondered if she a religious newsletter dropped through
t wasn’t until 2007, when Anne Tro- ope Francis, for all his populism,
I peano was in her thirties, that she
found a church to reanimate the wan
P warmth, and commitment to social
justice, has expressed no more interest
Catholicism of her childhood. She had the margins, and the intellectual acu- in seeing women ordained than his pre-
a background in marketing and commu- men”—was precisely what she had been decessors did. At a 2015 press conference,
nications, and had been managing a rock seeking. She threw herself into the life he referred to John Paul II’s 1994 Ordi-
band called TapWater, living with the of the parish, and helped attract hun- natio Sacerdotalis, the proclamation that
musicians on a lavender farm outside dreds of new worshippers to the Novena had so distressed Soline Humbert, say-
Portland, Oregon. She was slim, with of Grace, an annual nine days of prayer. ing, “Women priests, that cannot be done.
long hair parted in the middle and a ret- Katie Hennessy, a palliative-care social Pope St. John Paul II, after long, long,
ro-cool seventies vibe. The people she worker who is active in the St. Ignatius intense discussions—long reflections—
hung out with, including her boyfriend, community, noticed unusual qualities of said so clearly.” When a Swedish jour-
were secular types who loved her fun- charisma and compassion in Tropeano, nalist asked Francis about it again, in
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2016, he reiterated his fealty to John Paul’s Moreover, whatever Francis’s own Massimo Faggioli, a professor of his-
line on the matter. sympathies might be, there is a limit to torical theology at Villanova, told me,
That year, Pope Francis appointed a what he can change when so much of “Of the main issues on which Pope Fran-
commission to study the question of his hierarchy remains intransigent. In cis has been a hero to liberal Catholics,
women serving as deacons. In the Roman March, he surprised some people who the most disappointing to them is the
Catholic Church, deacons are ordained had noticed his benign attitude toward issue of women. He is less conservative
ministers who perform baptisms, wed- same-sex unions by signing a decree, than some former Popes in saying that
dings, and funerals, among other min- from the Vatican’s Congregation for the women should work, but he is still close
isterial duties, but cannot celebrate Mass, Doctrine of the Faith, saying that priests to the traditional narrative of separate
hear confessions, or consecrate the bread could not bless such unions. The liberal and complementary—not equal—spheres.
and wine of the Eucharist. People who National Catholic Reporter called it “an- In that way, he is a typical cleric born
wanted to see women enter the diacon- other tricky move in Francis’ tightrope in the nineteen-thirties.” There are cer-
ate—and perhaps, eventually, the priest- walk of upholding Church teaching while tainly Catholics, women among them,
hood—were hopeful. Among those ap- also trying to extend a warmer welcome who respond to such language and even
pointed to the commission was Phyllis to L.G.B.T.Q. persons.” wish that Francis would go further. Last
Zagano, an outspoken scholar at Hof- When Francis talks publicly about year, in an essay for the conservative
stra University who has devoted years of women, his words often echo traditional Catholic magazine Crisis, Constance T.
research to making the case that women Catholic teaching about the comple- Hull wrote that, if women in the Cath-
did serve as deacons in the early centuries mentarity of men’s and women’s roles. olic Church have a proper calling, it is
of the Church. (The apostle Paul refers He lauds women’s special virtues as wives not to become priests but “to love priests
to the first-century Christian woman and mothers, their inherent dignity, their with the Immaculate Heart of Mary,
Phoebe as a deacon.) But Francis was self less service to their parishes. He which means a selfless love that seeks
not keen to take action. Saying that the speaks about the Church as the bride of their ultimate good, that is, their sanc-
commission’s findings were too dispa- Jesus Christ. In 2015, he told reporters tification.” Hull added, “To be a spiri-
rate—“toads from different wells,” as he that women should be consoled and up- tual mother is to die to self, just like nat-
put it—he appointed a second one, with lifted by the knowledge that the Church ural motherhood.”
all new members, in 2020. It has yet to is feminine and that “the Madonna is Francis has taken some novel steps
issue any deliberations. When he offi- more important than popes and bish- toward involving women in decision-
cially permitted women to serve as ac- ops and priests.” For that reason, he im- making and Church leadership. He has
olytes and lectors, he took care to em- plied, they shouldn’t need—or want— appointed women to roles in Vatican
phasize that these are lay ministries the authority that comes with ordination. governance which they had never be-
“fundamentally distinct from the or- Last year, in a papal document titled fore occupied—including the director-
dained ministry that is received through “Querida Amazonia,” he wrote that it ship of the Vatican Museums and the
the Sacrament of Holy Orders.” would be a grave mistake to assume that council that oversees Vatican finances.
Perhaps surprisingly, Francis has been women could be “granted a greater sta- In February, he chose Sister Nathalie
more accommodating on L.G.B.T.Q. tus and participation in the Church only Becquart to be the first woman to serve
matters—at least, in off-the-cuff remarks. if they were admitted to Holy Orders.” as an under-secretary in the Synod of
At a press conference in 2013, he said of Ordaining women as priests would “sub- Bishops, an influential committee that
gay people, “If they accept the Lord and tly” undermine the “indispensable” roles advises the Pope.
have good will, who am I to judge them? they currently play: “Women make their Such concessions might seem mea-
They shouldn’t be marginalized.” A re- contribution to the Church in a way that gre: Mary McAleese, a former President
cent documentary about him, “Fran- is properly theirs, by making present the of Ireland and a leading Catholic fem-
cesco,” contained a news-making scene tender strength of Mary, the Mother.” inist, has called the change in canon law
in which he spoke in support of civil Natalia Imperatori-Lee, a professor formalizing women’s roles as acolytes
unions. Miriam Duignan, a campaigner of religious studies at Manhattan Col- and lectors “the polar opposite of earth-
for women’s ordination who is the di- lege and a Catholic, finds the Pope in- shattering.” But in the Catholic Church
rector of communications for the Wijn- spiring when he talks about poverty or even the tiniest tectonic shift can set off
gaards Institute for Catholic Research, ecological devastation, but is unhappy a temblor. News outlets around the world
outside London, suggested to me that with his rhetoric about women: “A lot covered the acolytes-and-lectors decree.
the Pope’s “softening tone about same- of what he says is so wrapped up in fem- The small but vocal set of conservative
sex relationships is based on his personal ininity as beauty and enhancement, as Catholics who have arrayed themselves
conversations with many gay men whom uniquely spiritual and safeguarding the against Francis were agitated once more.
he may encounter within the Vatican morality of the world. He does speak out There wasn’t much objection when he
walls.” She went on, “They may be per- against violence against women—but elevated the July 22nd memorial of Mary
sonally lobbying him, helping him to un- often it’s couched in ‘don’t-sully-this- Magdalene to a feast day on the litur-
derstand that that teaching is cruel. But precious-flower’ language. It’s really prob- gical calendar. But, when he issued a de-
has he ever had an encounter with a lematic for women who just want to be cree saying that women could have their
woman who has a vocation to the priest- seen as human beings with the capacity feet washed in an Easter Week ritual
hood? I don’t think so.” for self-determination.” previously reserved for men, some of his
50 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
traditionalist critics denounced the pros-
pect as indecent.
It’s possible that Francis is playing a
long game, making incremental changes
that will one day allow a future Pope to
go as far as admitting women to the priest-
hood. This may not be what Francis per-
sonally wants, but he trusts the Jesuit
concept of discernment—the examina-
tion of personal conscience as a way for
the Church to find its way forward—
and he values the voices of laypeople.
And if some future Church, having ac-
customed itself to more women occupy-
ing leadership roles and standing at par-
ish altars as acolytes and lectors, were to
ordain women as priests, Francis’s ac-
tions will be seen as having contributed
to that outcome. Imperatori-Lee told
me she thought that the sight of women
acolytes at the altar, in cassocks and
sashes, might occasion in some Catho-
lics “an imaginative shift, one toward see-
ing the priesthood as something open
to all people of God.” She pointed out,
“There’s a reason why we use stained
glass as catechesis—the images you’re
presented with form your understand-
ing of the possible.”
Danube River, near Passau, Germany, for San Diego, was ordained as a priest oline Humbert is now sixty-four, with
seven women took Holy Orders contra
legem—in knowing defiance of canon
in the Bodensee ceremony. She told me
that the ensuing excommunication was
S shoulder-length hair that is mostly
silver. She has an emotional seriousness
law. The river is considered an interna- painful; it saddened her that she wouldn’t that is lightened by bursts of merriment.
tional waterway, and so no diocese could be buried in a Catholic cemetery. One Humbert considered becoming a Roman
be blamed for having allowed the cere- of her teen-age sons tried to reassure her Catholic womanpriest, but in the end it
mony to occur. The Danube Seven, as by saying that if she agreed to be cre- did not feel like the path for her. Instead,
the women became known, had asked mated he’d put her ashes in his pocket, she began informally celebrating the Eu-
Bishops Rómulo Braschi, of Argentina, cut a hole in it, and walk through a Cath- charist in her home, a bungalow built in
and Ferdinand Regelsberger, of Austria, olic cemetery. the nineteen-sixties in Blackrock, a quiet
to help perform the service. (Neither of Via went on, though, to lead a thriv- suburb on the coast outside Dublin. At
the men was in good standing with the ing congregation that is not recognized the first such ceremony, on the Feast of the
52 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
Epiphany, in 1996, there were only three Corpus Christi. Gradually, she told me, tor and Callan as her associate. The
others present, all of them men: Colm she had begun to feel “like the ministry Catholic Church claimed that, in doing
Holmes, her husband; a Catholic priest was following me.” She went on, “It didn’t so, they and their flock had excommuni-
friend; and a man who had once trained just happen to me in churches. My life cated themselves. Today, Spiritus Christi
for the priesthood. They all sat around was being flooded with it. I’d go to a gro- holds services at a red-sandstone Presby-
the rosewood dining-room table she and cery store to shop, and ninety per cent terian church in downtown Rochester.
Holmes had bought soon after getting of the time somebody would come up In 2017, at a ceremony presided over by
married. Despite the reassuring familiar- to me and say hello, and I’d say hello, one of the Danube Seven, Brown was
ity of the surroundings, the act felt mo- and it would end up being some kind of ordained, contra legem, as a Roman Cath-
mentous and defiant and a little frighten- aisle confession. And I would walk away olic woman priest. At Spiritus, she now
ing. Humbert went out to the garage to saying to myself, ‘That person just told heads a congregation that is fifteen hun-
find some wine that could be consecrated, me their whole life.’” She’d go shopping dred strong.
and smiled when she realized that the at a mall, or to a restaurant, or to a gas Spiritus has a gospel choir, and Brown
bottle she’d grabbed at random from the station, and have the same sort of en- preaches wearing a stole that is embroi-
cupboard was a Château Sainte-Marie— counter, often culminating in people ask- dered with the words “Black Lives Mat-
St. Mary’s wine. To lift the chalice and ing her to pray for them. “I was aware ter.” At the altar, she talks about racism
the bread above the makeshift altar where that those experiences kept following “as the worst invention of human effort,”
they’d eaten so many family meals, and me, but I didn’t know what that meant.” but one that can be dismantled because
to utter the familiar words of blessing The priest at Corpus Christi, Father “we created it.”
that she had heard male priests say all Jim Callan, was progressive, and he al- In divinity school, Anne Tropeano
her life, Humbert had to push through lowed a female associate pastor, Mary found herself increasingly convinced that
a paralyzing fear of succumbing to hubris. Ramerman, to lift the Communion cup the “tight grip the institutional Church
But once she overcame this feeling, she and say prayers at Mass. The congrega- is keeping on the priesthood is choking
told me, “I was not playing a role, not tion also recognized same-sex unions, the life out of the entire Church.” Pri-
acting—instead, I was giving expression and invited everyone to take Commu- vately, she believed that she would be
to something very much within me.” nion—not just Catholics in good stand- a “phenomenal pastor of a parish,” and
Holmes has also become deeply in- ing. In 1998, the local diocese fired the it filled her with despair to know that
volved in the movement for women’s staff. The next year, a congregation of a the Vatican would not allow it. So she
equality in the Church. He is one of the thousand Corpus Christi parishioners decided to pursue ordination with the
two heads of the reform group We Are reconstituted itself as Spiritus Christi, Roman Catholic womenpriests move-
Church Ireland, and he does Zoom in- with Ramerman as their founding pas- ment. The ceremony is scheduled to take
terviews in front of a large painting, which
he commissioned, showing women at the
Last Supper. Irish television reported on
the couple’s activities, and some of the
reactions were harsh: Humbert received
letters accusing her of being unstable,
hysterical, power-hungry, and in urgent
need of more children. Her sense of call-
ing has lasted through five Popes, and
she does not think she will see it officially
sanctioned in her lifetime. When people
cheer such reforms as the recognition of
female acolytes and lectors, she told me,
she feels that they are being placated by
“crumbs from the patriarchal system that
will not satisfy the hunger, the God-given
hunger, for equality and dignity.” Still,
the house Eucharists have brought Hum-
bert a deep sense of satisfaction. Since
the pandemic began, the Dublin group
has been meeting on Zoom, and to her
wonderment people have listened to her
homilies from Pakistan, the United States,
South Africa, Australia, Brazil, and all
over Europe.
For many years, Myra Brown worked
as a nurse while heading the hospitality “Oh, hey, I’m you from three days ago. Just gonna grab
ministry at a church in Rochester called a ripe avocado and I’ll be out of your way.”
Once, during prayer, Myra Brown heard a voice say, “I’m calling you to preach, and teach my Word.”
54 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
place in October. For now, she is work- trauma. At all three institutions, they en- and one of its church musicians. Berbe-
ing at a nonprofit in Albuquerque, but countered friendly people from the Epis- ret is a lesbian, and she and her partner
she hopes to become a full-time priest copal Church—the perpetual tempta- have a fifteen-year-old daughter. Berbe-
and build, from the ground up, a big, tion of liberal Catholics fed up with the ret told me that she would have ceased
busy, social-justice-oriented parish. Most Church’s teachings on gender and sex- being a practicing Catholic long ago if
Roman Catholic womenpriests are mar- uality. But Pacyniak felt Catholic to their it weren’t for Mary Magdalene: “I would
ried, and many have children and grand- bones. They happily went to chapel with never have been able to participate in
children, but Tropeano, who is now forty- their new friends, but, as Pacyniak put church life like this, never have been able
six, has decided that celibacy will be part it to me, “I was, like, ‘I’m not going to to have my daughter, with her two moms,
of her vocation and that she will wear become an Episcopalian just because baptized.” Later, I asked her if she thought
the Roman collar. (Many women in the they ordain women.’” They did not want the official Church would ever recognize
movement do not.) She recently started to be driven away and leave Catholicism the callings of people like Jane Via and
a blog called “Becoming Father Anne,” to what they saw as antediluvian forces. Kori Pacyniak. “It may choose not to,”
and likes to call herself a “Vatican reject.” They thought, “I’m going to stay and fix she said. “And, if so, it will continue to
In an e-mail, she explained that she aims my church somehow.” fall into irrelevancy. The Church may die
to “challenge and mock the absurdity On February 1, 2020, in San Diego, I because it won’t change.” But, she added,
and narrow-mindedness of this idea that attended the ordination of Pacyniak, who “we will continue to create our own spaces
women cannot live out the role of priest would soon become the leader of the that meet our needs. Because that’s what
within the Catholic Church.” She went Mary Magdalene Apostle Catholic Com- humans do.”
on, “You say women can’t be priests? munity. Womenpriests are no longer or- In the past year, people from else-
Watch me. I will strive to be a completely dained by men on international waters: where have been attending Mass at Mary
kick-ass priest.” enough of them have become bishops in Magdalene by Zoom. Among them are
the movement that they can perform Pacyniak’s parents. They had always wor-
ori Pacyniak was eight when they such rituals themselves, without involv- shipped at a mainstream Catholic church,
K told their grandmother they wanted
to become a priest. (Pacyniak, who is
ing male bishops, and, since the Vatican
automatically excommunicates women-
but it wasn’t just Pacyniak’s preaching
that attracted them to Mary Magdalene.
nonbinary and uses the pronouns “they” priests, local dioceses can generally escape Basia Pacyniak told me that the partic-
and “them,” grew up as a girl.) “Only any suspicion of being linked to them ipatory elements, and the church’s obvi-
boys can be priests,” Pacyniak’s grand- (and, indeed, try to ignore them com- ous respect for laypeople, made her think
mother replied. Pacyniak recalls saying, pletely). The Vatican’s teachings on trans- it was more like “what I imagine the
“ ‘Fine—when I grow up I want to be a gender people are no more progressive original Church was like.” She went on,
boy.’ That’s just how my eight-year-old than its stance on women priests, but the “What was it that Christ said—‘Where
mind worked.” Pacyniak’s parents, a jour- Mary Magdalene community was warmly two or three are gathered in my name, I
nalist and a public-school administrator, welcoming to Pacyniak, the first known am there’?” Basia began to cry. “It’s ba-
had immigrated to the U.S. from Poland, transgender and nonbinary person to be sically saying we are all the Church.”
and the family’s devout Catholicism was ordained within the Roman Catholic At Pacyniak’s ordination, sunlight
inextricably bound up with its Polish womenpriest movement. shone through the stained-glass windows,
identity. Pacyniak was brought up in Chi- A local Episcopal cathedral, St. Paul’s, illuminating a blue streak in their hair. I
cago, and went to Polish Scouts and Pol- had lent itself out for the occasion, and thought about what a religious-studies
ish folk-dancing classes along with Mass, the pews were mostly filled. Pacyniak’s scholar, Jill Peterfeso, had written not
and at home they burrowed into the lives parents, Basia and Bernard, were there, long ago—that the ceremonies involving
of the saints. “I loved martyrs,” Pacyniak as were their brother, Gabriel, a law pro- womenpriests are transgressive because
recalls. “I loved Joan of Arc. I was, like, fessor, and his wife and their two young they are traditional. Aside from the fact
‘Slaying dragons is a job description? Ex- children. So was the woman Pacyniak that women and a transgender person
cellent, I’m there.’” In high school, Pa- describes as their “platonic life partner,” were wearing long white robes and crim-
cyniak played competitive soccer—and an illustrator named Jessica. Before the son vestments at the front of the church,
in their spare time read Thomas Mer- service, people called out greetings and and that the ceremonial language had
ton and Thérèse of Lisieux. One day, Pa- hugged in the aisles. An elegantly dressed been rendered inclusive, the occasion
cyniak wrote to an order of Carmelite woman in front of me asked her com- looked and sounded a lot like a traditional
nuns in Baltimore and to an order of panion if he had any Kleenex: she knew Catholic service. Pacyniak knelt before
Poor Clares in the Netherlands, asking that she was going to cry. two women bishops, Jane Via and Su-
how to join a convent. To Pacyniak’s dis- At a reception afterward, in the church zanne Avison Thiel, for the laying on of
appointment, the nuns told them to go hall, there were fairy lights and a long hands. Via, the first to do so, placed her
to college before making such an inquiry. table laden with food. Pacyniak and their hands gently on Pacyniak’s bowed head.
Pacyniak studied religion and Portu- brother spun around the room doing a People walked silently down the aisle to
guese at Smith College in the early two- traditional Polish folk dance that they’d do the same. “Loving God,” Thiel said
thousands, got a master’s in divinity from learned as kids. I talked with a woman during the Prayer of Consecration, “shower
Harvard, and then went to Boston Uni- named Heather Berberet, a psychologist Kori, your servant, with grace. Bless them
versity, for a master’s in theology and who is a Mary Magdalene parishioner anew with the spirit of holiness.”
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021 55
FICTION
BOOKS
BY ADAM GOPNIK
more discouraging word in tories impart not the expected moral of reading while travelling was a gift
existent but the thing it refers to was Cherokee before and after the Trail of to fund the first transnational railroad.
burgeoning. Americans, it seems, were Tears, has produced a book perfectly (The Civil War had been in effect a
once good at building big things that suited, in its manageable length and railroad war: Grant and Sherman’s
changed lives. And right on cue comes rich incidental detail, for the return of ability to move men efficiently to bat-
a series of books about the building mass air and rail travel. Fittingly, one tle depended on their access to more
of the American railroads. These his- of the things he argues is that the idea trains and faster rails than Lee could
64 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
Two companies set out to build the second transcontinental railroad, with thousands of workers and minimal planning.
ILLUSTRATION BY MAAIKE CANNE THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021 65
ever dream of.) Lincoln had envisioned was one of those surprisingly effective sible things. A hugely powerful and
a transcontinental railway since his early men who are distinguished by their dangerous steam engine is attached to
days in Illinois, and his plan was or- single-mindedness. “His answer to ev- fixed cars, which are linked together
derly. The Union Pacific, specially cre- ery business question was to lay down and pulled along like a toy. A train can
ated by the government, would build track, and then to lay on more,” Sedg- run only on fixed rails, which have to
tracks from east to west, and the Cen- wick tells us. be nailed down ahead of it for every
tral Pacific from west to east. This Along the way, the two men’s tale inch of its transit. The idea is so bizarre
route, in a way not unfamiliar to skep- intersects with most of the big forces that it came to seem natural. It is hard
tics of government planning, took an and trends of the period. The silver- for us to credit the ingenuity and me-
awkward path, bypassing big towns and-gold-currency controversy, the chanical doggedness that attended
and weather-friendly terrain; the ter- Bitcoin debate of its day, turns out to the construction of the railroad over
minal points, Sacramento and Coun- be central to the story, as, of course, gulch and desert canyon. At one es-
cil Bluffs, as improbable then as now, does the larger question of the impe- pecially perilous spot on the border
were chosen for political as well as rial conquest of the West. Sedgwick between Colorado and New Mexico,
business reasons. is particularly good on the perceptual the Raton Pass, Palmer’s engineers em-
The second transcontinental-rail- and psychological transformations that ployed a “shoo fly” method of switch-
road project ignited in the eighteen- the railroads wrought. He has revela- backs—zigzagging the track over a
seventies and continued into the next tory pages on the way that the speed steep mountainside.
decade, making it very much a prod- of trains altered the understanding of An oddity that fills Sedgwick’s book
uct of the Gilded Age. It would allow American space, and on the way that is Americans’ enormous deference to-
two rival railway companies to seek out the view from trains—the near dis- ward the legal system, alongside their
a southern route past the Rockies, with tance racing past, the farther distance readiness to resort to violence to defy
one eventually ending in the little set- proceeding in spacious slowness— that system. Again and again, the con-
tlement of Los Angeles. Astonishingly, became a poetic obsession. Equally testants in the story go to court, meekly
it really was a flat-out competition be- revelatory is his discussion of the re- accept a possibly rigged verdict, and
tween two railroad companies—the lation between the railroads’ need for then go right back into armed con-
Denver & Rio Grande on one side and straight tracks and the geometrical frontation. Then they go back to court.
the Atchison, Topeka, & Santa Fe on design of the settlements built near, At one point, Palmer appealed to Judge
the other. Each sent thousands of engi- and shaped by, the tracks. The great Moses Hallett, who, as Sedgwick writes,
neers, workmen, and, occasionally, gun- Frederick Law Olmsted was once thought he had “the perfect Solomonic
slingers to get a few days’ lead over the asked by one of the railroad compa- solution” to a dispute between the ty-
other side, with planning largely left nies to design a plan for Tacoma, Wash- coons: “Where there wasn’t room for
unplanned. It was a race to be first, jun- ington, only to have it rejected as un- two separate lines of track, Hallett com-
gle engineering—and jungle capital- duly curvilinear, lacking business- pelled them to add a third.” Dickens,
ism—at its worst, or its finest. “To a friendly corner lots. in his American novel, “Martin Chuz-
railroad man, the greatest terror of all Yet Sedgwick’s story is hard to zlewit,” saw this plainly—that ours
was another train coming into territory follow in places, simply because it was at once a wildly litigious and a
he’d thought was his alone,” Sedgwick gets so crazily complicated. Court or- uniquely violent society. Palmer and
writes. It sounds like no way to build, ders follow showy confrontations fol- Strong could have divided and con-
or run, a railroad, but that’s the way low more court orders follow Wall quered the West together, but societies
it happened. Street schemes. At one point, Palmer rooted in conflict will turn with equal
is forced to hand over his railroad enthusiasm to courts and to revolvers.
he two principals in Sedgwick’s to Strong, but manages to regain it (This is why professional wrestling is
T account are General William
Palmer, who owned, or seemed to own,
shortly afterward as part of a fan-
tastically intricate stock manipula-
the most American of sports: an ob-
vious pin gets rewarded, and when it
the Rio Grande, and William Strong, tion crafted by the legendary “spider doesn’t you hit someone over the head
the president of the Santa Fe railway. of Wall Street,” the small, malignant with a chair.)
The real money and power, though, Jay Gould. Eventually, the railroad, pulled along
were back East in New York and Bos- Throughout the book, one simple by both of its rapidly changing own-
ton; as Palmer and Strong built their lesson emerges: building big is hard ers, worked its way to Los Angeles.
tracks and intruded on each other’s because something unexpected always Explaining Los Angeles is a kind of
territory, the real strings were being happens that extends the time it takes perpetual American enterprise, since its
pulled on Wall Street. Not that Palmer to get the big thing built. Some of the existence—it has little by way of water,
and Strong were in any sense negligi- impediments that Sedgwick describes or harbor, or history—is apparently so
ble. Palmer was a genuine hero of the were matters of engineering. Like the inexplicable. The railroad-based story
Civil War, a Quaker general who had telephone, which ultimately required is that Palmer and Strong, having lost
bravely gone on a behind-enemy-lines cable to be strung from every house the northern California route, drove to-
mission and narrowly escaped being in America to every other house in ward the nearest southern one, creating
hanged by the Confederacy; Strong America, trains are inherently implau- an entirely unexpected circumstance in
66 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
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SING IT LOUD
loudness is also fullness: Niagara indoors.
James Conlon, L.A. Opera’s long-
time music director, and Christopher
Stravinsky’s “Oedipus Rex” makes a mighty noise indoors at L.A. Opera. Koelsch, the company’s C.E.O. and pres-
ident, were wise to return to the theatre
BY ALEX ROSS with something other than a repertory
chestnut. “Oedipus” is grand, but it is not
grand opera, or even opera in the strict-
est sense. Stravinsky called it an “opera-
oratorio,” and its not very frequent re-
vivals often assume oratorio form. L.A.
Opera’s performance was essentially a
concert version, although the projection
of shadow-puppet animations, by the
Manual Cinema collective, added a stark
visual allure. In some ways, we don’t need
to see the Oedipus drama played out on-
stage: thanks to Sophocles and Freud, it
is already in our subconscious.
No matter how “Oedipus” is per-
formed, its score is richly stocked with
operatic allusions—so much so that some
early critics dismissed it as pastiche.
Leonard Bernstein once proposed that
Stravinsky had derived that introduc-
tory motif from Verdi’s “Aida.”The Stra-
vinsky biographer Stephen Walsh hears
echoes of Puccini’s “Turandot,” which
had its posthumous première in 1926,
while Stravinsky was working on his
score. Indeed, the Messenger’s announce-
ment of Jocasta’s death strongly recalls,
in both harmony and rhythm, the riddle-
solving scene in Puccini’s opera. Such
citations have an ironic tinge; Stravinsky,
in his neoclassical period, tended to treat
aedit nos pestis: “The plague falls fury. Stravinsky wrote “Oedipus” in the older music as found objects for quasi-
C upon us.”The dire opening of Stra-
vinsky’s “Oedipus Rex” should have had
nineteen-twenties, in the wake of the
twin disasters of the First World War
Cubist collages. Yet the jumble of ma-
terial in “Oedipus” is subjected to enor-
a chilling effect when L.A. Opera pre- and the flu pandemic of 1918. It sounds mous expressive pressure: in the late
sented the work at the Dorothy Chan- no less fearsome a century on. twenties, the composer was emerging
dler Pavilion, on June 6th. The chorus My immediate reaction, though, was from a period of spiritual crisis, and in
sings of the Plague of Thebes over five one of joy—and I felt a similar stir of communicating Oedipus’ desperate plight
darkly screaming chords in the key of pleasure in the crowd around me. Few he broke his façade of cool mastery.
B-flat minor, with an obdurate bass line of us could have heard unamplified music Conlon, in spoken remarks before
grating against the upper harmonies. in more than a year. No big-budget the performance, highlighted other
Flutes and trumpets slide from the first American opera house had given a full- haunting resonances. In times of plague,
chord to the second in an anguished scale indoor performance since March he said, people always look for malefac-
whoop. L.A. Opera’s orchestra and cho- of 2020. We had missed a particular kind tors, agents of destruction. I thought of
rus executed a series of impeccable at- of loudness, one that is the direct sum René Girard’s 1982 study, “The Scape-
tacks, each sonority landing with a of human work, without technological goat,” which recounts the persecution
splendid thud. This is the sound of an enhancements. To hear such big sound of Jews during the Black Death. For
inescapable catastrophe, one that leaves after long silence brought me back to Girard, the Oedipus story was an ele-
its human victims in a state of fear and my first encounters with full orchestras mental case of the scapegoating ritual,
told from the persecutor’s point of view:
Shadow-puppet animations added visual allure to “Oedipus Rex.” the patricidal, incestuous king must be
70 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY LIA LIAO
expelled for the plague to end. At first dancers to mirror the four singing roles.
glance, Stravinsky and his librettist, Jean The staging was by the young direc- Your Anniversary
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ual Cinema team found a beautiful vi- Darrah appears poised to extend that
sual counterpart: an image of a human legacy. He staged “Enfants” on the top
hand outstretched to the blinded, limp- level of a parking garage in a Long Beach
ing shadow-puppet king. shopping center. Spectators drove in,
L.A. Opera fielded a superb cast for parked their cars, and watched the ac-
the occasion. The tenor Russell Thomas tion unfold, either from their cars or on
WHAT’S THE
rendered the title role with the same dis- portable chairs.This conception was rem-
ciplined, nuanced passion that he has iniscent of “Twilight: Gods,” Yuval Sha-
lately brought to performances of Ver-
di’s Otello. The mezzo-soprano J’Nai
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BIG IDEA?
Bridges made for an unusually youth- gan Opera Theatre last fall and at the Small space has big rewards.
ful, vulnerable, fresh-voiced Jocasta. The Lyric Opera of Chicago this spring. As
bass Morris Robinson gave wounded it happens, Sharon had been Long Beach’s
dignity to Tiresias; the bass John Rel- interim artistic adviser before he moved
yea lent marbled authority to the roles on to the Michigan company.
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The chorus and the orchestra delivered He strapped on a Steadicam and followed
unremitting intensity from the first bars the performers as they moved around
to the last. An audience of six hundred the garage: we could watch the results
and seventy-five people relished the on various screens, and at times the ac-
sound of their own exuberant applause. tion took place right in front of our cars.
The imagery was arresting throughout:
he arch-aesthete Cocteau seems an Chris Emile, the choreographer, kept
T unlikely source of solace in times of both singers and dancers in swirling mo- Wear our new
global crisis, but he lay behind another tion, and Camille Assaf, the costume official hat to show
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your love.
California: Long Beach Opera’s presen- ing element—perhaps unattainable in
tation of Philip Glass’s “Les Enfants Ter- this format—was a deeper engagement
ribles” (1996), based on Cocteau’s novel with the hothouse psychology of Coc-
and film script of that title. This is the teau’s story. The fact that the siblings
last of Glass’s three operas in homage to Paul and Elisabeth wound up dead felt
Cocteau, the others being “Orphée” and like an unfortunate accident rather than
“La Belle et la Bête.”The cycle is a high- the doing of fate.
light of Glass’s sprawling and uneven The best part of the show was the vi-
operatic output—an intimate counter- tality exuded by the young cast. The bari-
part to the monumental trilogy of “Ein- tone Edward Nelson gave a spectacularly
stein on the Beach,” “Satyagraha,” and lithe performance as Paul, and the so-
“Akhnaten.” The neon buzz of Glassian prano Anna Schubert captured Elisa-
style proves a good match for Cocteau’s beth’s seductive manipulativeness; Sarah 100% cotton twill.
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He revolutionized visual art, chang-
THE ART WORLD ing a practice of rendering illusions
to one of aggregating marks that co-
DRAWING CONCLUSIONS
here in the mind rather than in the
eye of a viewer.
You don’t look at a Cézanne, some
Cézanne at MOMA. ravishing late works excepted. You study
it, registering how it’s done—in the
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL drawings, with tangles of line and, often,
patches of watercolor. Each detail con-
ome of us don’t like the inargu- theological for both believers and skep- veys the artist’s direct gaze at a subject
S ably great artist Paul Cézanne as
much as we know we are supposed
tics, akin to a creation story, a Gene-
sis, of modernism.
but is rarely at pains to serve an inte-
grated composition. Cézanne was sav-
to. I, for one, have struggled with him It’s a return to roots for MOMA, agely sincere in his ways of looking,
all my art-loving life. Others, as I’ve which initiated its narrative of mod- true to what he called his “little sensa-
confirmed in recent conversations with ern painting in 1929 with a show that tion” in how things, bit by bit, met his
Cézanne devotees, are astonished and included van Gogh, Seurat, and Gau- regard. He made pictorial vision the
appalled to hear anything with even guin as well as Cézanne, whose bro- exercise of an artist’s concerted will and
a trace of negativity said about him. ken forms made the others look com- a challenge to a viewer’s understand-
“Cézanne Drawing,” at the Museum paratively conservative as composers ing. The show looks at first glance like
of Modern Art, with some two hun- of pictures. He stood out then, as he an overwhelming ordeal, with its pro-
dred and eighty works on paper (too does now, for an asperity of expression fusion of so many works, mostly small,
many? Not really, because quantity in- that is analytical in form and indif- for you to shuffle around peering at.
tensifies the works’ qualities), has a ferent to style. The appearance of his They seem much the same—as in a
cumulative impact that is practically works is an effect, not a fulfillment. real way they are, but with a consistent
Cézanne’s “Still Life with Carafe, Bottle, and Fruit,” from 1906. Thingness magnetized the artist.
72 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021
intensity that refreshes itself from piece ical shift, scorning both verisimilitude tence. He couldn’t help depicting them,
to piece. As big as the show is, it can and imagination. because they couldn’t help but be. He
be taken as a mere sampler of prodi Cézanne was fearless of error. You seems to have been impervious to bore
gious creativity. I usually disdain wall see that in his figure drawings from dom. His interest in the visible world
texts, but those here, written by the cu sculpture. If a contour isn’t quite right, was unquenchable. The payoff reminds
rators Jodi Hauptman and Samantha he doesn’t correct it (the one drafting me of an adage from William Blake:
Friedman, are soundly spot on and in tool that he seems never to have em “If the fool would persist in his folly
formative. Sanctifying or not, the occa ployed is the eraser): he multiplies it, he would become wise.” Cézanne’s
sion is richly educational. with lines on top of lines. (There’s ac scattershot approach triumphed in his
Cézanne was personally shy, to the curacy in there somewhere.) His auda conf lations of surface with depth,
point of being asocial. He was viewed cious independence was enabled by will which abolished perspective by locat
by some in Paris, including Édouard ful isolation, at his family’s AixenPro ing the near and the relatively distant
Manet, as something of an uncouth vence estate, far from the competitive with shading and color, perceived all
hayseed from the South of France, milieu of Paris, where even the most at once in increasingly perfect equi
though he was the scion of a welltodo adventurous of his contemporaries had poise. All that remained for Cubism
family. His often clumsy and weird early to subsist on sales. He attained a degree to introduce was the geometric frag
works, mostly from the eighteensixties of fame among fellowartists and bold mentation of subjects in abstracted,
and seventies, when he was in his twen collectors, while being repeatedly sub shallow space: a decorative function
ties and thirties, seethe with violent ject to public ridicule. The full import departing from Cézanne’s unshakable
imaginings of rape and murder. A man of his mature art burst upon the world loyalty to facts.
stabs another person on a rural road. in a retrospective exhibition in 1907, a So what’s my problem? Partly it’s an
An elegant dude evinces surprise upon year after his death, from pneumonia, impatience with Cézanne’s demands
entering a room heaped with corpses. at the age of sixtyseven. It may be too for strenuous looking. I tire of being
Naked women figure as objects of hy much to say that he changed every made to feel smart rather than pleased.
perbolic sensuality, at times enthroned thing in the course of art history. But (Here I quite favor the optical nour
among lusting male worshippers. He he was bound to make artists whom he ishments of van Gogh, Gauguin, and
was plainly bent on forcing notice, with didn’t directly influence more than a Seurat.) But my discontent is insepa
out much success outside a circle that little nervous. rable from Cézanne’s significance as a
included his best friend since child revolutionary. How good an idea was
hood, Émile Zola. ézanne drew nearly every day, re modernism, all in all? It disintegrated,
What ensued next was a remark
able sublimation of unruly emotion
C hearsing the timeless purpose—
and the impossibility—of pictorial art:
circa 1960, amid a plurality of new modes
while remaining, yes, an art of the mu
into an austere ambition to, as Cézanne to reduce three dimensions to two. His seum. It came to emblematize upto
formulated it later, “make of Impres greatest works, from late in his life, date sophisticated taste, spawning va
sionism something as solid and dura partly reconstitute visual drama, nota rieties of abstraction that circle back to
ble as the art of the museums.” The bly in scenes of bathers in Arcadian Cézanne’s innovative interrelations of
catalyst of the change was Camille settings and (my favorites) stilllifes figure and ground. It also fuelled a yen
Pissarro, nine years his senior, who of fruit and domestic objects which in some to change the world for the
mentored him in Impressionist tech yield a sense of seeing, or, somehow, of more intelligent, if not always for the
niques and remained a close friend until feeling, around the summarily repre better. The world took only specialized
they were estranged by the Dreyfus sented masses. Apples stay delicious notice. Modernism’s initially enfevered
affair, in which Cézanne passively sided while acquiring the density of cannon optimism could not survive the slaugh
with the outrightly antiSemitic Renoir balls. The effect holds for portraits of terhouse of the First World War and
and Degas. Pissarro was the subtlest his wife, Hortense, and of his gardener— the political apocalypse of the Russian
of the leading Impressionists, devising themselves effectively domestic objects, Revolution, which ate away at myths
ways of giving distinctive presence to for all that Cézanne cared about them of progress that had seemed to valorize
each part of a painting, by, for exam as living souls. To my eye, the show’s aesthetic change. Dedicated newness
ple, defining the edges of objects with only portrait heads that suggest per in art devolved from a propelling cause
the paint that surrounded them. For sonhood are a couple of his son, Paul, into a rote effect. Lost, to my mind, is
him, an edge was a place where paint pictured sleeping. the strangeness—which I strive to re
didn’t stop but only changed color. Thingness magnetized him, in tire imagine—that had to have affected
Cézanne, compulsively copying mo lessly repetitive renderings of, for ex Cézanne’s first viewers, as he began to
tifs from classical painting and sculp ample, the nearby Mont SainteVic upend traditions that had been more
ture, gradually forsook Pissarro’s fic toire, eight barely varying versions of or less continuous since the Renais
tive unities within the pictorial rect which are in the show. Thereness, too, sance. I have felt this retrospective dis
angle in favor of notating rather than reigned. You rarely feel any passion comfort in other contexts. It peaks for
reproducing observed reality. His draw ate attraction on Cézanne’s part to his me in “Cézanne Drawing,” even as I
ings are as likely to leave backgrounds subjects, but, rather, a stubborn, even join fellowcongregants in genuflect
blank as to fill them in. It was a rad obsessive responsiveness to their exis ing before the artist’s genius.
THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021 73
she believes, whether she will admit
ON TELEVISION it or not, that her reputation is hinged
on a kind of obeisance.
THE HOST
Last year, “Baited” moved to Insta-
gram Live. Its new home, where poli-
tics are all about appearance, seemed
“Ziwe,” on Showtime. appropriate; Ziwe questioned the le-
gitimacy of the white ally’s existential
BY DOREEN ST. FÉLIX crisis during our summer of quote-
unquote racial reckoning. What is it
that possesses white people to agree to
speak to Ziwe? Wanting to look good?
The fear of becoming irrelevant? The
desire to participate in a phenomenon
that they understand to be culturally
Black, even at the promise of humil-
iation? Last year’s guests were often
public figures who had said or done
something offensive, something that
threatened their social capital. And
Ziwe, instead of giving them the stern
but loving reprimand that decades of
“Oprah” taught them was their due,
used them for her personal project. The
asymmetry was there even in the split-
screen presentation of the show: the
sombre interviewee, hair often pulled
back, respectfully distanced from the
iPhone camera; Ziwe looking like a
glammed-up madam, with pastel eye-
liner or full-length gloves, nosing up
to the camera so that we are staring
down the caverns of her nostrils, her
brandished gums.
The Instagram series has been ex-
panded into “Ziwe,” a carnivalesque
variety-style talk show, produced by
A24 and airing on Showtime. Van-
guard talent such as Cole Escola,
Bowen Yang, Patti Harrison, Sydnee
t would not be in Oprah’s nature to an interview series that débuted on Washington, Julio Torres, and Jeremy
I pick an heir. But this is of no mat- YouTube, in 2017, is enjoyable to watch, O. Harris drop in, letting us know that
ter to Ziwe, the mononymous twenty- and that’s the point. On “Baited,” Ziwe we’re in the hottest company. Ziwe,
nine-year-old Nigerian-American per- subjects non-Black people to inter- dressed in gorgeous high-femme out-
former who is in the midst of becom- views about race that quickly become fits that verge on the parodic, is our
ing our national inquirer’s unauthorized inquisitions. It is a fantasy comedy of demented girl boss, our anchor, which
spawn. Everything that the pleasant- entrapment in which the Black woman means we are always a bit seasick. The
ness of “The Oprah Winfrey Show” tosses white naïveté down the hatch aesthetic is aesthetic—most of the set
made invisible—the theatrical artifice while playfully hoarding the lock and is shaded in pink or its derivatives, in-
of the interview structure; the host’s key. There is no right answer, say, to cluding potted plants on the stage.
interest in a gendered performance art; Ziwe’s demand of a white woman guest, There are framed photographs of Mi-
the flirtatious conflation of journal- a famous cook, to “name five Black chelle Obama and Oprah on the walls,
ism and narcissism; the over-all rag- people off the top of your head,” be- and gigantic storybooks on the floor—a
ing camp of the daytime enterprise— cause Ziwe is not asking a question. wink at the spirit of faux intellectual-
is easy to see when watching the media And yet the guest works hard to an- ism. Formally, “Ziwe” descends from
that Ziwe produces. swer in good faith, to look racially hip the news-satire model of “The Late
I cannot say that “Baited with Ziwe,” in the face of the ludicrous, because Show with Stephen Colbert”—Ziwe,
an accomplished television writer, once
The point of the talk show is to watch the guests squirm, not to hear them speak. interned for Colbert—but her show
74 THE NEW YORKER, JUNE 28, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY JORDAN MOSS
aspires to more than being a vaunted Lebowitz speaks, her words are bleeped power of antiracist enlightenment. It’s
“challenge” to whitemaledominated out. The chyron: “We will not be air possible that “Ziwe” has a gloriously
latenight TV. The début season—six ing this because we want to go to the retributive bent, that it is satire that does
episodes, full of absurd games, musical Roc Nation Brunch.” not serve a higher purpose, that it sim
skits, and more of those uncomfortable Here is the profoundly inventive ply delights in letting the jab sit and
interviews—ends up amounting to a element of “Ziwe”: the sendup of the sting. The point is to watch people
creeping selfportrait of its namesake, Black grifter, the personality who ex squirm, not to hear them speak. Al
rendered through f lashy critiques of ploits a desire for reconciliation, and though the six episodes cover different
race and the media. The soul of the ingeniously twists the fetish of Black topics—immigration, beauty standards,
Ziwe persona was not really accessi female moral authority, for her own wealth inequality—“Ziwe” returns re
ble via “Baited,” or through her heav gain. Anytime a guest dares to question peatedly to the hypocrisies of liberal
ily layered Internet character—possi Ziwe—at one point, Bowen Yang, in saints and stooges. In one segment,
bly because she is still sorting out the on the joke, meekly asks the host about Ziwe visits a plasticsurgery office, and
particulars for herself. In the finale of her wealth—she contorts her beautiful gets an affable white surgeon to sug
the Showtime series, a repeated visual face, as if accusing the guest of disre gest that her nose could be more re
motif is of Ziwe, baring her teeth, as spect. No one gets to come for the mad fined. She gets Andrew Yang to em
she grabs at the edges of an oldfash queen. Curiously, the show, not ready barrass himself more than he already
ioned television set. Despite all the fun to skewer its host head on, opts to do has. She makes Gloria Steinem listen
and games, “Ziwe” is a onewoman show, so through other bits, as in a fake com to her recite the lyrics to Cardi B and
a babypink ouroboros, an endless loop mercial for an “Imperial Wives” doll Megan Thee Stallion’s “W.A.P.” It’s
out of which Ziwe the person is try named Tina, who “uses socialjustice like a kink.
ing to escape. language for profit.” I found myself most interested in
“Ziwe” often relies heavily on the “Ziwe” when the host was in the pres
prefab obsessions of the liberal intel
ligentsia. The first episode of the show
“ Z iwe” is trapped in an interminable
dance with whiteness, its muse.
ence of other Black women—in other
words, when the Ziwe persona was put
is called “55%,” a reference to both the In a skit called “Karens,” from the first to the test. In a recurring segment called
estimated percentage of white women episode, Ziwe ensnares a focus group “Behind the Writers Studio,” Ziwe baits
who voted for Trump and the discourse of white women in a number of racial her own writers, deriding them for their
that has exploded around that fact. The faux pas. But because the participants participation in the sketches that she
most viral segment of the pilot was Zi are aware of their own shortcomings, herself commissioned. In the finale,
we’s sitdown with the humorist Fran the joke cannot land. The segment also she brings out Michelle Davis, who
Lebowitz. There was the sexy juxtapo feels dated, strangled by the unimagi has written, and performed in, a faux
sition, generational and racial, and the native neologism of the fraught sum mercial in which Harriet Tubman hawks
clash of egos. Early on, Lebowitz, legs mer that preceded it. sports bras. Ziwe tells Davis, “I think
crossed, warns Ziwe that she doesn’t We know what Ziwe wants to the lesson here is that you can be Black
play games, a caution that the host sum dismantle. But what does this self and antiBlack.”This is the show’s tricky
marily ignores. Lebowitz, to prove her described “agent of chaos” want to cre apotheosis. Davis turns the tables on
progressive bona fides, begins to cri ate? In interviews, Ziwe, a maven of the host, insisting that she isn’t anti
tique Barack Obama, and a chyron selfpromotion, claims that she sees Black, and launches into a rendition of
reads “White Woman Has Opinion on her form of caustic satire as the con the Black national anthem, “Lift Ev’ry
Obama.” (The editors of “Ziwe” are as duit to a confrontational education. Voice and Sing.” Ziwe, oneupped at
much responsible for the queasiness of And yet “Ziwe” the show is pessimis the game of oneupping, can do noth
the interviews as Ziwe is herself.) As tic about the American belief in the ing but giggle and sing along.
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27 Jemison who was the first Black woman
in space 2 Not away, in a way 41 “The ponytail’s hipster cousin,” per GQ
28 ___ of iniquity 3 Equiangular figure 42 “Major” and “minor” parts of a tarot deck
29 “___ me?” 4 Foundation 43 Shadows that have grown long?
32 Person whose works were catalogued 5 Only N.F.L. team to win championships 46 Areas for some kneelers
chronologically by Ludwig von Köchel for three different cities 48 Jaunty greeting
34 Poetic licenses? Squeal
6 On 50
36 Ones who are likely to go in to labor
early 7 Chats 52 Jazz pianist Hines
37 “Diving Into the Wreck” poet and coiner 8 “El ___ Presidente” (Miguel Ángel 53 Wee bit of whiskey
of the term “compulsory heterosexuality” Asturias novel about a dictatorship) 56 Date
39 Cause 9 ___ fly 58 Filing expert, for short
40 Émile Zola’s “La ___ Humaine” 10 Like the central planet in “Dune”
41 Fairy queen whose chariot is an empty 11 Places to check your balance
hazelnut, per Mercutio, in “Romeo and Solution to the previous puzzle:
Juliet” 12 “You don’t have to tell me that”
D I B S L O A M B A B E
44 Word with wealth or achievement 13 Butts
I D E A I N L A L A L A N D
45 Symbol in the middle of the flags of 15 Left or right, say S C A N M E L L O Y E L L O
Ghana and Senegal 21 Like the streets of Victorian London C A R D I B K I S S L A O
47 Cut 24 Eastern hospices O R C S O N I C S T E R M
49 Cut or clip D U E L O D E M E R G E
26 Regulates, as grammar B R A P A D L A P S E D
51 Clip
30 Tangled O N T H I N I C E
54 Worshipper of Inti
31 Clifford of “Fleabag” A T O D D S N E P H E W
55 Taxi figures R I C E S E G O I S A Y
57 Field of inquiry? 33 “Between Two Ferns” comic Galifianakis
L E T S A L A N O N Y E T
59 “Recognize!” 34 Empty I R A D U E S M E T T L E
60 “In a Station of the Metro” poet 35 Old S A G E A D V I C E H O L A