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CARTOONS & PUZZLES
DECEMBER 27, 2021
DRAWINGS Maddie Dai, P. C. Vey, Frank Cotham, Ellis Rosen, Harry Bliss and Steve Martin,
John O’Brien, Paul Noth, Arantza Peña Popo, Liana Finck, Kaamran Hafeez and Al Batt, Amy Hwang, Matthew Diffee,
Colin Tom, Brendan Loper, Barbara Smaller, Jason Adam Katzenstein SPOTS Charlotte Dumortier
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CONTRIBUTORS
Eliza Griswold (“A Dangerous Friend,” Calvin Trillin (“The Lede,” p. 38) is a Anna Shechtman (“Black-and-White
p. 40), a contributing writer, won the staff writer and has contributed to the Thinking,” p. 20), a Klarman Fellow at
2019 Pulitzer Prize for general nonfic- magazine since 1963. His books include Cornell University, is a humanities ed-
tion for “Amity and Prosperity.” Her “Jackson, 1964” and “About Alice.” itor at the Los Angeles Review of Books.
latest book is “If Men, Then: Poems.”
Liana Finck (“Noah,” p. 26), a New Yorker Adam Levin (Fiction, p. 66) is the au-
George Booth (“The Evening Stroll,” cartoonist, is the author of, most re- thor of “The Instructions,” “Hot Pink,”
p. 59) has contributed cartoons to The cently, “Excuse Me.” Her new book, and “Bubblegum.” His third novel,
New Yorker since 1969. “Let There Be Light: The Real Story “Mount Chicago,” is due out in August.
of Her Creation,” will be out in April.
Elly Bookman (Poem, p. 70) received Megan Amram (“The Impossible Cross-
the 2017 Lorraine Williams Poetry Prize Ian Frazier (Poem, p. 48), a staff writer, word,” p. 58) is a television and film writer.
from The Georgia Review. published “Cranial Fracking,” a collec- She is currently working on a “Pitch
tion of humor pieces, in September. Perfect” spinoff show for Peacock.
Joshua Kosman and Henri Picciotto
(“Cryptic Crossword,” p. 57), a classical Emily Cox and Henry Rathvon (“Acros- Edward Steed (“Drawn and Quartered,”
music critic for the San Francisco tic,” p. 54) write puzzles as a team for p. 55) has contributed cartoons to the
Chronicle and a math educator, respec- publications including the Times and magazine since 2013.
tively, are the constructors of “Out of the Wall Street Journal.
Left Field,” a weekly cryptic crossword. Merve Emre (Books, p. 76), a contrib-
Jason Fulford (“Abstract New York,” uting writer, recently published “The
Tomi Um (“Where’s Eustace?,” p. 50), an p. 53) is a photographer and a publisher. Annotated Mrs. Dalloway.” She teaches
illustrator based in Brooklyn, is at work His books include “The Mushroom at the University of Oxford.
on a children’s picture book. Collector” and “Picture Summer on
Kodak Film.” David Sedaris (Shouts & Murmurs,
Paolo Pasco (“The Impossible Crossword,” p. 25) has contributed to The New Yorker
p. 58) is a contributor to the American Millie von Platen (Illustrations, pp. 4, since 1995. His latest book is “A Car-
Values Club crossword and a crossword 13, 52, 54, 58, 60, 86, 88) began contrib- nival of Snackery: Diaries (2003-2020).”
editor at The Atlantic. uting to the magazine in 2020.
Tamara Shopsin (“Abstract New York,”
Emily Flake (Sketchpad, p. 19), a New Christoph Niemann (Cover) published p. 53), an illustrator, a graphic designer,
Yorker cartoonist, is the author of, most “Zoo,” a collection of illustrations of and a writer, published the novel “Laser-
recently, “That Was Awkward.” animals at two Berlin zoos, in July. Writer II” in October.
4 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY MILLIE VON PLATEN
THE MAIL
WINDOWS OF OPPORTUNITY had encountered. I tracked my walks
and bike rides, too. A paper record dif-
Charles Bethea’s piece about the ef- ferentiated the days and weeks in a way
forts of Charlie Munger—the billion- that an online calendar never could for
aire vice-chairman of Berkshire Ha- me, and also answered urgent questions,
thaway and “amateur architect”—to such as whether it was true that my wife
build a dormitory without windows at and I had watched the Met’s opera
the University of California, Santa Bar- streams for two hundred nights in a row. FEED HOPE .
FEED LOVE .
bara, made me uneasy (The Talk of the (It was.) I would never want to rely on
Town, November 22nd). Munger should the good will of an Internet-based plat-
take a look at the dozens of houses that form to help preserve my memories, be-
Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices cause, without them, who am I?
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lists for sale in the surrounding com- George Shelden
munity. No matter the price of the prop- Brooklyn, N.Y.
erty, buyers expect each bedroom to
come with a window, as is normally re- DOG-EAT-DOG WORLD
quired by California’s residential code.
Berkshire Hathaway real-estate agents I am familiar with the tricky legal sit-
could not represent a windowless room uations outlined in Susan Lehman’s
as a bedroom, because it would be un- article about Judge Matthew Cooper,
welcome to buyers. whose groundbreaking decision in a 2013
The fact that top university systems case influenced New York’s new pet-cus-
in California and Michigan have in- tody law, which “allows judges to con-
dulged Munger’s propensity for trap- sider the best interest of the animal in
ping students in rat mazes shows how divorce cases that involve a pet” (The
desperately these institutions are lack- Talk of the Town, November 22nd).
ing in the public funding that helped After more than seventeen years as a
them to achieve eminence. Billionaires civil litigator, I am most often asked
make up a sliver of the difference, but about a case I prosecuted in 2017, in-
at what cost to the universities’ integ- volving a couple who had split up and
rity? The real pain of cutbacks is borne were in a dispute over the ownership of
by the students, as the nation’s $1.75 tril- a dog. Because the two parties were not
lion in student debt illustrates. Munger married, the “best interest of the ani-
could do something visionary—or at mal” standard was deemed irrelevant.
least humane—if he instead assisted The judge decided instead that a “best
with paying down that debt. for all concerned” standard, which en-
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Jono Polansky compassed the interests of both parties
Fairfax, Calif. and the dog, would be used for the trial.
Had the pet-custody law been in effect,
WEEK AFTER WEEK my client might have been able to avoid
protracted litigation. It’s disappointing
I read Jill Lepore’s essay about the his- that many people see such cases as jokes,
tory of the seven-day week shortly after as the outcomes are deeply significant
I placed my order for the 2022 Letts to those involved—including the pet.
pocket diary, the kind of planner that Benjamin J. Wolf
Lepore herself used to keep before she Partner at Jones, Wolf & Kapasi L.L.C.
switched to Google Calendar (Books, New York City
November 22nd). Like Lepore, I have
a collection of appointment books going •
back many years; unlike her, I find that Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
maintaining a paper record of my life address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
is still valuable. When the pandemic themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
began, it seemed important to scribble any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
down where I had been and whom I of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
As New York City venues reopen, it’s advisable to confirm in advance the requirements for in-person attendance.
The towering Norway spruce installed at Rockefeller Center is the tallest holiday tree in New York City,
but it isn’t the only evergreen game in town. Forty blocks south, the Stanford White-designed arch in
Washington Square Park, one of Manhattan’s liveliest landmarks, is home to a majestic forty-six-foot-tall
fir (pictured above). At 5 p.m. on Dec. 24, carollers are invited to Greenwich Village to gather around
the Beaux-Arts arch for a sing-along that will likely include a rendition of the classic “O Tannenbaum.”
PHOTOGRAPH BY AN RONG XU
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THE THEATRE
(Steven Boyer) and a chirpy narcissist for
a mom (Alli Mauzey). Her aunt Debra (a
office in question, Red Yurt, is a midsize
publishing house reeling from a year of lay-
bawdy Bonnie Milligan) is appropriately af- offs, budget cuts, and the decampment of its
fectionate, but also, alas, a crook, whose latest best-selling author. Caught in the middle is
Company scheme involves roping Kimberly and a gang Aria (Sasha Ellery), a scrupulous copy edi-
Stephen Sondheim’s gimlet ode to the eternal of her fellow New Jersey high schoolers into tor struggling to conceal her romance with
fear of shrivelling up and dying alone—that committing mail fraud. Seth (Justin Cooley), the company’s beleaguered publicist, Mar-
is, of being thirty-five and single—from a tuba-playing nerd, isn’t afraid to march to his tin (Otis Rutherford), while playing holiday
1970, based on a series of one-act plays by own beat, and he sees, in Kimberly, someone host to her rambunctious niece. Spirits flow;
George Furth (who wrote the book), gets a whom he might march with. Life may be long, secrets are revealed; karaoke is sung. Ellery
bristling, buoyant revival, directed by Mar- or vanishingly short. Whatever the case, this steals the show, buoyed by a well-paced script
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ianne Elliott. Bobby, the musical’s avowed tender show tells us, it’s worth finding good and a game supporting cast.—The Editors
bachelor, has become Bobbie (Katrina Lenk), company on the way.—A.S. (12/20/21) (Atlan (Through Dec. 28.)
a singleton in present-day New York, who is tic Theatre Company; through Jan. 15.)
pursued not by a trio of marriage-hungry gals
but by three eligible gents who think she’s
crazy not to settle down. Her friends, all A Sherlock Carol DANCE
of them long ago partnered, heartily agree. After the death of his nemesis, Moriarty,
Bobbie, who is seen by her cohort as a kind Sherlock Holmes has given up his calling
of willful kid, visits with her various friends as a detective, until he’s drawn back in by New York City Ballet
and lovers, and what she observes does not Dr. Timothy Cratchit (formerly known as If the angels in Act II of “George Balanchine’s
tempt her matrimonial appetite. Thanks Tiny Tim) to investigate the possible murder The Nutcracker” look a little taller this year,
to the gender switch, when Joanne (Patti of his benefactor, one Ebenezer Scrooge. fear not—your eyes do not deceive you. For
LuPone), Bobbie’s salty, seen-it-all older It might sound like a cheap mashup of the everyone’s safety, the youngest ballet students
friend, raises her vodka Stinger to “the girls most overworked of nineteenth-century taking part in this year’s “Nutcracker” are
who just watch,” in the song “The Ladies characters, but this is surprisingly quality twelve, old enough to have been vaccinated
Who Lunch,” she’s no longer talking only to stuff, performed with total commitment when rehearsals began in the fall. Besides
herself but to Bobbie, too; LuPone has con- and aplomb by a cast of top-shelf pros. The that, the production, which premièred in
cocted a signature, bouncy version of Joanne’s writer-director Mark Shanahan cleverly en- 1954, is comfortingly unchanged, with its
ferocious number. If there’s a weak link here, twines Doyle’s and Dickens’s tropes until it gargantuan tree, travelling bed, and pretty
it’s Lenk, who has the sharp comic timing and feels like they were meant to coexist in the pastel shepherdesses. So, too, are the rotating
the ironic emotional armor required for the same pan-Victorian universe. The merger is casts, which include the crisp, quick-footed
role but seems to push her voice, straining funny, but it’s much more homage than par- Megan Fairchild, the high-flying Tiler Peck,
where she should soar.—Alexandra Schwartz ody: Dan Domingues’s Tim carries a genuine and the dramatic Sara Mearns (among oth-
(Reviewed in our issue of 12/20/21.) (Bernard B. ache behind his smile, and there’s no hint ers), dancing the roles of the Sugarplum Fairy
Jacobs Theatre; open run.) of caricature in Drew McVety’s vigorously and Dewdrop.—Marina Harss (David H. Koch
dyspeptic interpretation of Holmes, which Theatre; through Jan. 2.)
ranks among the best.—R.R. (New World
Just for Us Stages; through Jan. 2.)
Dovid Yosef Shimon ben Elazer Reuven Ha- Les Ballets Trockadero de
levi Alexander Edelman—he goes by Alex
Edelman—is, as he will hasten to confirm, a Title-Case Yule Monte Carlo
very obviously Jewish comedian. In his latest Penelope Alter’s latest production, deftly Around Christmastime, it’s hard to find a
one-man show, directed by Adam Brace, he staged at the Steinbach, unfolds in a setting dance show that isn’t “The Nutcracker.” Leave
tells the insane and uproarious tale of the ripe for drama: the office holiday party. The it to the Trocks to have fun with that fact
night he gate-crashed a meeting of sixteen
white nationalists in an apartment in Queens.
Among Edelman’s many strengths as a writer OFF BROADWAY
and performer is an exceptional eye for the
absurd, not least in the way he details his
hunger for approval even when surrounded Jane Wagner’s solo play “The Search
by neo-Nazis. Like all great comedy sets, this
one contains a bunch of fakeouts: a barrage for Signs of Intelligent Life in the
of self-described “dumb jokes” that are actu- Universe” premièred on Broadway in
ally pretty smart; a seemingly offhand, me- 1985, starring Wagner’s partner in life
andering yarn that turns out to be minutely
constructed; a goofy spiel that doubles as an and in art, Lily Tomlin. The show, in
unusually penetrating and insightful inter- which Tomlin cycled through a dozen
rogation of what it means to be a Jew.—Rollo characters, from a philosophizing bag
Romig (Cherry Lane; through Jan. 8.)
lady to a status-obsessed socialite, was
a feminist landmark and cemented
Kimberly Akimbo Tomlin as a virtuosic comedic talent.
In this new musical, composed by Jeanine
Tesori and based on a play by David Lind- (Her performance was captured in
say-Abaire, who wrote the book and the a 1991 film version.) Now another
lyrics, Kimberly Levaco suffers from a rare master impressionist is taking it on:
genetic disorder that turns her into a kind
ILLUSTRATION BY OJIMA ABALAKA
Aimee Mann
FOLK The songwriting paragon Aimee Mann’s
latest album, “Queens of the Summer Hotel,”
borrows its title from an acerbic poem by Anne
Sexton, and its overarching concept from the
best-selling 1993 memoir “Girl, Interrupted.”
Its baroque, disaffected songs were initially
composed for a stage adaptation of the book,
about the author Susanna Kaysen’s stay at the
McLean psychiatric hospital during the nine-
teen-sixties. With the musical in limbo owing
to the pandemic, Mann decided to release this
elegant feminist record anyway. Her harmon-
ically arresting compositions, including “You
Fall” (“I know what you think / This never
could be my fate,” she sings, crushingly) and
“You Don’t Have the Room” (referring to the
space to “make mistakes”), are filled with poi-
gnant orchestrations and impeccable narrations
of a not too distant past that offered despair-
ingly few options for what it might mean to be
Since the mid-two-thousands, the Miami rapper Rick Ross has estab- a woman in the world. This week, Mann brings
lished himself as a kingpin-like figure, first patterning his persona after “Queens of the Summer Hotel,” and its once
the L.A. drug trafficker whose name he adopted and then evolving into invisible female subjects, to the stage at City
Winery.—Jenn Pelly (Dec. 27-30 and Jan. 1-2.)
a music mogul. In recent years, success has dulled Ross’s edge; his work
has grown a bit tedious, and he’s been unable to harness the power of
his voice to bolster his assumed roles of don and magnate. His new Neil Young and Crazy Horse: “Barn”
ROCK “Barn,” the frequently blistering yet
album, “Richer Than I Ever Been,” finds him slightly reinvigorated— somehow cozy new record from Neil Young
he’s once again waxing poetic about the accumulation of wealth and and his Crazy Horse band, is accompanied
all its resplendence, only now his raps carry the burnt-out insight of by a film—directed by Young’s wife, Daryl
Hannah—that hazily documents the album’s
middle age. Ross performs like a keynote speaker for dealers gone legit. recording sessions. In the course of about an
Over no-frills production from Timbaland, Boi-1da, and Bink!, he is hour, Young ambles about his Rocky Mountain
loose and reflective, and his booming voice softens in more meditative spread and kicks out songs from inside a barn
with his fabled backing band (Nils Lofgren,
moments. But Ross can still unload on such hookless songs as “The Ralph Molina, and Billy Talbot). From the
Pulitzer” and “Imperial High,” pushing directly into the foreground look of things, the four men have been in
with tales of overwhelming grandiosity.—Sheldon Pearce COVID quarantine since approximately 1971.
Such are the project’s lived-in charms. Young
first fronted Crazy Horse as a twentysome-
thing who sang like a seventy-six-year-old.
during their holiday run at the Joyce Theatre outlandish album covers. A disk of beloved Now he’s a seventy-six-year-old who sings
(through Jan. 2), by presenting their own concert arias by Mozart, Beethoven, and much the same—his raggedy voice is flecked
parodic “Nutcracker” pas de deux. But that’s Haydn, accompanied by Kammerorchester with a vulnerability that counters his ferocious
far from the only target of loving mockery Basel, might have seemed somewhat ordinary, guitar, which can sound as if it’s being played
on the all-male company’s Christmas-week but such concerns are unwarranted. Bartoli’s by the Abominable Snowman. Young’s long-
program. Spanish ballet (“Majismas”), bal- finely tuned voice sounds fresh and tensile, time associates have his back throughout, in
let-diva rivalry (“Le Grand Pas de Quatre”), and she goes toe to toe with the superstar effect performing garage rock with the cool
and the dreamy romanticism of “Les Sylphi- violinist Maxim Vengerov in two displays touch of a jazz ensemble.—Jay Ruttenberg
des” (“Chopeniana”) also get sent up with of musicality so pure that she could make a
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the troupe’s signature mix of slapstick and string instrument jealous (Mozart’s “L’amerò,
skill.—Brian Seibert (joyce.org) sarò costante” and “Non temer, amato bene”). Michael Pisaro-Liu:
Music-making of this calibre doesn’t have an
expiration date.—Oussama Zahr “Revolution Shuffle”
CLASSICAL The keys to unlocking the mystery of
MUSIC “Revolution Shuffle,” an extraordinary record-
Alicia Keys: “Keys” ing comprising a hundred and six minute-long
ILLUSTRATION BY SIMONE NORONHA
SOUL The singer, songwriter, and pianist Alicia tracks, are in the title: “revolution” denotes
Cecilia Bartoli: “Unreleased” Keys follows her genreless 2020 album, “Ali- upheaval, breakthrough, and the spin of a
CLASSICAL In hindsight, it’s easy to see how the cia,” with a more defined sequel, “Keys,” her at- radio dial, turntable, tape spindle, or hard
tracks that make up Cecilia Bartoli’s latest tempt at stoking the fires of inspiration during drive, while “shuffle” invokes chance, dislo-
album, “Unreleased,” got overlooked back in pandemic isolation. The new record is divided cation, and dance. Best known for recondite
2013, when they were recorded. At the time, into two parts—one restorative, the other ex- fields of sound riven by chasms of silence,
the incandescent mezzo-soprano had recently perimental. The “Originals” half, composed Michael Pisaro-Liu here embraces density
been installed as the artistic director of the primarily by Keys, returns the artist to her and perpetual motion. Inspired by the mul-
Salzburg Whitsun Festival, and she had re- jazz and R. & B. roots. “Unlocked,” produced ticultural fusion of the jazz trumpeter Don
fined her brand as a recording artist who spe- with the beat-maker Mike Will Made It, com- Cherry’s 1975 album, “Brown Rice,” and the
cialized in neglected Baroque-era gems and pletely reimagines the A-side songs with bolder Watts Towers, Simon Rodia’s monumental
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crafty arrangements, and the grooves are often ters, temporarily released from the ornate by Holbein and Rembrandt.—J.F. (frick.org)
sneakily polyrhythmic.—Michaelangelo Matos
AT THE GALLERIES
ART
Edie Fake
“12th House” is an apt title for this American
artist’s current show at the Broadway gal-
lery—in astrology, the twelfth house governs
secret lives and unseen realms, and Fake’s
new paintings recall the metaphysical maps
and diagrams made by alchemists, spiritu-
alists, and students of the occult. Like the
modernist Agnes Pelton before him, Fake
was inspired by the Mojave Desert land-
scape, which he evokes in compositions of
hard-edged, Day-Glo squiggles, orbs, and
pyramids, rendered on pristine, velvety black
backgrounds. (Fake also painted a site-spe-
cific mural, which spans the rear wall of the
gallery.) It’s not surprising to learn that the
artist’s cryptic lexicon of forms addresses the
climate catastrophe; themes of water scarcity,
blazing heat, and natural disaster are discern-
ible. With their graphic clarity, Fake’s blaring
abstractions transmit a sense of foreboding,
owing, perhaps, to the subtle recurring motif
© MATTHEW RONAY / COURTESY THE ARTIST AND CASEY KAPLAN
jolted by her intense romance with a dashing young banker named Walter the filmmakers into their home, speak with
a candor hardly to be found anywhere else
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Saxel ( John Boles), who is engaged to another woman. The resulting in the American cinema of the time.—R.B.
affair is a hectic, consuming passion that goes on for decades in secret; its (Streaming on Kanopy and Vimeo on Demand.)
intimate furies resound as powerfully as grand historical events. Stahl’s
tensely restrained images match the vast range of expression that Dunne For more reviews, visit
conveys in rapt stillness.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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her first afternoon tea at Tea & Sym- On top of running Brooklyn High Low
pathy (108 Greenwich Ave.; tea service (611 Vanderbilt Ave.; tea service from
from $40): a two-tiered platter of finger $48), in Prospect Heights, she also op-
TABLES FOR TWO sandwiches, scones with jam and clotted erates a nearby vintage shop and cleans
cream, vanilla sponge cake, and hot black out the estates of dead rich folks. She
Tea and Crumpets tea served in the daintiest of cups. Today, does not part with anything if it can be
the popular West Village tea shop can repurposed; broken teacups are given
It is an irony of history, if not an in- take on the atmosphere of a pub, and new life as components of a gorgeously
stance of cosmic feminist karma, that Perry has had to institute some house funky chandelier. If Lady Mendl’s takes
the best British-inspired tea parlors in rules, which she’s printed on the menu. liberties with the conventions of after-
New York City—among them Tea & No. 5: “Be pleasant to the waitresses.” noon tea, Brooklyn High Low deto-
Sympathy, Lady Mendl’s, and Brook- Lady Mendl’s (56 Irving Pl.; tea ser- nates the paradigm. Pastrami and Dijon
lyn High Low—are women-owned vice $65), in Gramercy Park, is named mustard on rye? Guava and blue cheese
establishments. From 1657, when tea for a socialite and a pioneering interior on gluten-free bread? Twenty-nine tea
first became available in London’s cof- decorator who once lived in the neigh- varieties, including one infused with
PHOTOGRAPH BY BUBI CANAL FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
feehouses, to the early seventeen-hun- borhood. The resplendent salon, tucked whole butterfly-pea flowers that turn
dreds, when women were invited in, inside an 1834 Georgian brownstone, is the liquid a psychedelic indigo?
recreational tea drinking was the pre- easy to miss, but once found this little In the tea community, there is a nar-
serve of rumbustious gentlemen. A con- jewel box reveals treasures. The five- row spectrum of permissible opinion as
temporaneous broadsheet celebrated course afternoon tea commences with a to whether, to a scone, one should first
the drink’s power to “maketh the body pumpkin-apple soup, with crème fraîche, apply the cream or the jam. At both
active and lusty.” In the course of the pomegranate seeds, and toasted pepi- Tea & Sympathy and Lady Mendl’s,
next two centuries, the musk of patri- tas, in a Moroccan tea glass. The finger I was instructed, with some solemnity,
archy lifted from this risqué pastime, sandwiches range from classic (egg salad, to apply the cream first. At Brooklyn
and, by 1889, The Ladies’ Home Journal smoked salmon, cucumber and butter) High Low, the server said, “I like to just
could report that “the five o’clock tea has to daringly unconventional, including a use my fork and kind of dip in different
become an institution of society” where crostini topped with butternut-squash things.” What?! Occasionally, the wait-
“ladies are generally in the majority.” purée, Boursin cheese, arugula, and bal- staff there hear unaccountable creaking,
In the nineteen-eighties, for a New samic glaze. After miniature scones and or an item falls off a shelf, or a light
York University workshop, a London twenty-one-layer vanilla-cream crêpe flickers. “The building is fairly new, so
expat named Nicola Perry drafted a busi- cake come pistachio macarons and choc- the ghost probably came in with one of
ness plan for “an English-style tea room, olate-dipped strawberries. Each course the tea sets,” Udarbe says. “I think she’s
designed to introduce an American cli- is paired with one of six black, green, or an old lady who’s just happy people are
entele to the delights of a great British herbal teas. A spokesperson said that still using her teacups.”
tradition.” She wrote, “The atmosphere the proprietress, soon to be ninety, is —David Kortava
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 11
THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT is BS”—“this” could refer to the votes important development for several rea-
IN CONTEMPT in those particular states, the demo- sons. As chief of staff, he served as a
cratic process itself, or really anything point of connection, notably in efforts
esterday was a terrible day,” a leg- that wouldn’t result in Trump’s running to pressure officials in the Justice De-
“ Y islator wrote in a text to Mark the country. partment and at the state level to pur-
Meadows, Donald Trump’s chief of staff, At this point, it’s no surprise that Re- sue fake election-fraud cases. (Mead-
on January 7, 2021. “We tried everything publican members of both the House ows was on the line when Trump called
we could in our objection to the 6 states. and the Senate shared the underlying Brad Raffensperger, Georgia’s secre-
I’m sorry nothing worked.” That text goals of the angry crowd; Representa- tary of state, and suggested that he
was released last week by the House se- tives Mo Brooks and Madison Cawthorn could face criminal prosecution if he
lect committee investigating the events spoke at the Trump rally that preceded didn’t “find” more votes for him.) He
of January 6th, namely, the assault on the assault. A hundred and thirty-nine was in direct contact with Trump on
the Capitol by a mob that was trying representatives and eight senators voted January 6th; he might be able to shed
to disrupt the tally of electoral votes. to reject the electors of at least one state. light on an apparent delay in deploy-
The text itself, though, was referring to But there is more to be learned about ing the National Guard to safeguard
a parallel attempt by members of the the level of coördination between Trump’s the Capitol and on why he sent an
House to engineer the rejection of the aides and his allies in Congress and the e-mail the day before saying that the
votes of six states (Arizona, Georgia, various Trump-aligned groups that role of the Guard would be to “protect
Michigan, Nevada, Pennsylvania, and helped with the logistics for the rally. pro Trump people.” Representative Jim
Wisconsin) that Joe Biden had won. What, in short, was the relation between Jordan, of Ohio, forwarded a text to
Neither effort succeeded—and that fail- the House members and the mob? him which made the argument that
ure, extraordinarily enough, seems to Meadows’s contempt referral is an Vice-President Mike Pence could throw
have been a cause of regret for the apol- out electoral votes. At a hearing last
ogy-texting legislator. week, Representative Liz Cheney, of
The text was released as the com- Wyoming, read aloud texts to Mead-
mittee was recommending that Mead- ows from Donald Trump, Jr., who told
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA; ABOVE: MILLIE VON PLATEN
ows be charged with criminal contempt him in the midst of the assault that the
for defying its subpoena to appear, and actions had “gone too far and gotten
the identity of its author was not made out of hand,” and from Fox News fig-
public. The same is true of the identity ures, including Laura Ingraham, who
of the House member who, on Novem- wrote, “Mark, the president needs to
ber 4th, the day after the election, texted tell people in the Capitol to go home.
Meadows to suggest an aggressive strat- This is hurting all of us.” (Ingraham
egy: “Why can t the states of GA NC said that her text had been used mis-
PENN and other R controlled state leadingly by “regime media.”)
houses declare this is BS (where con- But Meadows’s case is also signifi-
flicts and election not called that night) cant because of how he and his party
and just send their own electors to vote responded to the subpoena. He had ini-
and have it go to the SCOTUS.” It’s tially agreed to coöperate with the com-
interesting to think about what might mittee and was slated to testify; indeed,
be packed into the phrase “declare this the texts were among the material he
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 13
handed over ahead of his planned ap- nine point nine per cent of the illegal become an ever more uneasy place. Last
pearance. Now he is suing Nancy Pelosi immigrants who are served those pa- week, Steny Hoyer, the House Major-
in order to quash the subpoena. Mead- pers.” Members spoke about fentanyl, ity Leader, sent the Capitol Police Board
ows has explained his change of heart Hunter Biden, mask mandates, “empty a letter asking for clarification on the
by saying that Trump asserted “execu- shelves at Christmas,” and the unjust rules about where representatives can
tive privilege,” but, as Representative treatment of parents who object to “some carry weapons in the Capitol.
Jamie Raskin, a member of the com- crazy curriculum,” as if the response to On Tuesday, Cheney said that the
mittee, put it, an ex-President can’t just any criticism of Trump is to hopscotch decision about how to deal with the
“wave a magic wand” to exempt an ex- from one of the former President’s ob- legacy of January 6th is “the moral test
aide from appearing at all. (Steve Ban- sessions to another. of our generation.” A fear is that a grow-
non, Trump’s former chief strategist, When the Republican members did ing sector of the Republican side of the
made a similar spurious claim, and he address the matter at hand, it was in aisle is engaged in another sort of test:
has now been charged with criminal startlingly vitriolic terms. Representa- a probing of just how Trumpist repre-
contempt.) A key factor seems to be tive Mary Miller, of Illinois, said that sentatives are, and, by implication, how
that Trump got mad. the committee’s work is “evil and un- far they might go if a situation akin to
When the committee’s recommen- American.” Yvette Herrell, of New Mex- what took place on January 6th occurs
dation that Meadows be referred for ico, said that it is setting the country again. Last time, the violence at the
charges reached the House floor, though, “on its way to tyranny.” Jordan called Capitol elicited enough shock that some
the Republican members who rose to the committee an expression of the Fox News anchors and leading Repub-
debate it barely bothered to engage with Democrats’ “lust for power.” And, in- licans texted Meadows, asking for Trump
the legalities. Several used their time to evitably, Marjorie Taylor Greene, of to calm the mob. If there is a next time,
urge the passage of the Finish the Wall Georgia, said that its proceedings prove the texts to whoever plays Meadows’s
Act. “You know who doesn’t show up that “communists” are in charge of the role might have a different, and more
for court orders?” Representative Au- House. It’s tempting to dismiss such dangerous, message.
gust Pfluger, of Texas, asked. “Ninety- rhetoric as overblown, but Congress has —Amy Davidson Sorkin
THE PICTURES tor for NASA’s Near-Earth Object Wide- dent, Kate Dibiasky (Jennifer Lawrence),
APOCALYPSE HOW field Infrared Survey Explorer mission discovers a comet, christened Comet
(NEOWISE), which NASA calls “the larg- Dibiasky, which she and her professor
est space-based asteroid-hunting proj- Dr. Mindy (Leonardo DiCaprio) cal-
ect in history,” and teaches at the Uni- culate will hit Earth in six months and
versity of Arizona. At the moment, she fourteen days. What happens next is
was in Los Angeles, in connection with eerily familiar. The President (Meryl
her latest mission: consulting for the Streep), a venal nincompoop, worries
Netflix end-of-the-world comedy “Don’t about her poll numbers. Dr. Mindy be-
I n 2002, Amy Mainzer was finishing her
doctorate in astronomy at U.C.L.A.
when an astronomer colleague discovered
Look Up.”
In the movie, directed by Adam
comes a nerdy sex symbol. (McKay con-
ceived the film pre-pandemic, before
an asteroid. A few years later, she got a McKay (“Vice”), a punky Ph.D. stu- Brad Pitt played Dr. Fauci on “Satur-
nice surprise: he had named it after her. day Night Live.”) A denialist movement
Asteroid nomenclature is regulated by springs up. Although the film is an al-
the International Astronomical Union, legory for our inability to face crises—
based in Paris, and vanity naming, climate change, COVID—without de-
Mainzer said recently, is “one of the scending into lunacy, the astronomy had
perks” of her field. The asteroid, 234750 to add up. “A movie that’s supporting
Amymainzer, is about seven and a half science should honor science,” McKay
kilometres in diameter. Were it to crash said. “So I wanted to make sure all the
into Earth, she said, it would cause an math is correct.” He was joining Mainzer
“extinction-level event.” on Zoom, from his home office in L.A.,
On her laptop, she called up Caltech’s where he was sprawled on a couch (he
Infrared Science Archive and found it: has an essential tremor) in a T-shirt.
a tiny red dot on what resembled a square Mainzer, in a leather jacket, was at a
of colorful sandpaper. “Fortunately for nearby hotel. That week, they had hosted
the world, I am safely locked in orbit a screening for scientists. “It was good
in the main asteroid belt between Mars to hear that our science was pretty ac-
and Jupiter, so the world is safe from curate,” McKay said. Many attendees
me,” she concluded. Mainzer is an ex- were relieved that the professor and the
pert in asteroid detection and planetary student didn’t have a romantic subplot.
defense. She is the principal investiga- Amy Mainzer and Adam McKay McKay and Mainzer first connected
14 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
Scan to shop.
newyorker.com/store
two years ago, when McKay was writ-
ing the screenplay. One issue was Comet
doom, she said, “you would throw every
bit of explosive power you could at it.”
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RING TONALITY
Dibiasky’s size, which McKay had imag- Mainzer consulted during the film’s
ined at thirty-two kilometres in diam- production, recommending a colleague
eter. “I said, ‘No, no—if it’s too big, peo- from M.I.T. to act as DiCaprio’s hand
ple just throw up their hands,’” Mainzer double when Dr. Mindy writes equations
recalled. They settled on nine kilome- on a whiteboard. She briefed Lawrence
tres: big enough to wipe out humanity, on what it was like to be the only woman
but small enough that there was a chance in the room during grad school. In one
of stopping it. Mainzer had pushed for scene, Dr. Mindy, frustrated by denial- f health is wealth, the Oura ring en-
a longer interval between discovery and
impact, since you’d want four or five
ism and inaction, loses it on live TV. (“I’m
just telling you the fucking truth.”) Mainzer
I deavors to be the trust fund that you
wear around your finger. A band of
years to build a comet-busting space- urged DiCaprio, “You have to speak for titanium that costs two hundred and
craft, but, for dramaturgical reasons, us. Sing it, Leo!” On the Zoom, she shared ninety-nine dollars (more if you want it
McKay stuck with six months. “It would a PowerPoint that she had shown to the in gold), Oura (sounds like “aura” ) tracks
be like doing ‘Jaws’ where the shark at- effects team, with apocalypse do’s and body temperature and movement to mea-
tacks take place over a fourteen-year pe- don’ts. (“This is a little bit depressing, so, sure the quality of your sleep. The ring
riod,” he said. “Which, by the way, is apologies.”) One slide was labelled synchs with an app and, each morning,
much more likely for the occurrence of “Proper Level of Explosive Power.” A delivers personalized sleep and “readi-
shark attacks.” large comet would not, as McKay had ness” scores of between zero and a hun-
Mainzer also walked McKay through written in the original script, break off dred. Factors considered include: Toss-
official protocol should a hazardous pieces of the planet, but it would cause ing and turning. Trips to the bathroom.
space object be detected. First, you’d enough flaming debris, wildfires, and tsu- Staying up past what Oura decrees is
contact the I.A.U.’s Minor Planet Cen- namis to wipe out most species on Earth. your ideal bedtime on any given night
ter, in Cambridge. “Then the Jet Pro- How likely is any of this to happen? (sometimes 7 p.m.), blue-light exposure
pulsion Laboratory, at Caltech”—where “Really, really, really unlikely,” Mainzer (bad), and alcohol consumption (worse,
Mainzer worked for sixteen years— promised. “You don’t have to buy aster- so much worse).
“would calculate the impact trajecto- oid insurance.” She added, “There are “I’ve never gotten a hundred,” Har-
ries,” she said. If things looked “not plenty of people out there who watch preet Singh Rai, the departing C.E.O.
good, shall we say,” NASA’s Planetary the skies, so that nobody else has to of Oura, said the other day, via a video
Defense Coordination Office would worry about it.” call. He wore a black sweater, a turban,
be alerted. In the event of oncoming —Michael Schulman and two Oura rings. (Some employees
wear as many as ten. “We try to eat our
own dog food—test the latest software,”
Rai said.) Behind him: a framed copy
of Time’s 100 Best Inventions of 2020
issue, with Oura on the cover.
Oura was actually invented in 2013,
in Finland; Rai, who was then working
at a Manhattan hedge fund, was an early
Kickstarter backer. “It was the first wear-
able that I kept wearing consistently,
without missing a day, for more than
three weeks,” he said. One day, in line
at Whole Foods, Rai’s girlfriend noticed
a guy wearing an Oura T-shirt. “Turns
out, he’s one of the co-founders, and he’s
in town for a conference,” Rai said. “He
looks at my ring and goes, ‘That’s the
first one I’ve seen outside the office.’”
Rai became Oura’s C.E.O. in 2018 and
stepped down in December.
These days, the people vying for A’s
from their Ouras include Kim Kardash-
ian and Gwyneth Paltrow, who have
posted their report cards to Instagram.
(After Kardashian posted a readiness
“ You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? It’s been score of ninety-five, Paltrow shared her
a little while since I read a social cue.” own “lame ass score” of eighty-one, along
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held a Zoom meeting to discuss how to “It’s another form of tonality.” at a dinner party. She’d already taken a
insure that women don’t think of the —Sheila Yasmin Marikar couple of Ebenstein’s matriarchal-stud-
ring only as a sleep tracker, when, in fact, ies courses, whose topics included Kali,
it has “all these women’s-health applica- ARACHNID DEPT. the Hindu goddess of death and time.
tions.” For instance, Oura can help a LIMINAL (She’d heard good things about Mor-
woman predict her next period based on bid Anatomy’s death meditations.)
body-temperature fluctuations. A slide Tomei got into death years ago. “I’d
on the screen read “Bust the 28 day myth!” helped a few people birth their babies at
“Is it primarily temperature?” Samir home,” she said. “I really liked it! You’re
Sheth, the vice-president of content and so one hundred thousand per cent fo-
digital partnerships, asked. “Or are there cussed. You’re in that liminal space.”
other biomarkers?” chilly afternoon in Industry City, Child-bearing friends, however, are a lim-
There were: heart-rate variability,
respiratory rate, and resting heart rate.
A on the Brooklyn waterfront. Down-
stairs: food stalls, the smell of Korean
ited resource, and, when Tomei ran out,
she missed the intensity of the experi-
Kryder mentioned a pregnancy study cooking. Upstairs: the smell of formal- ence. She explained that, about seven years
that Oura conducted with the Univer- dehyde. The source: the Morbid Anat- ago, at a dance class in Los Angeles, “a
sity of California, San Diego. The use omy Library, a collection devoted to woman came in and goes, ‘Sorry I’m late.
of such antiquated technologies as oral oblivion and the occult—books, art, crea- I had someone on the runway.’ Afterward,
thermometers was derided. tures suspended in various states of decay. I asked, ‘What does that mean?’ She said,
“I’m thinking back on my own preg- The movie star Marisa Tomei was about ‘Well, I help people to pass away.’ That’s
nancies, and how, every day, it’s a ques- to pay a visit. She had her hair in braided how she referred to it. She didn’t know
tion of, ‘Am I normal?’” Neta Gotlieb, pigtails and wore a quilted-cotton jump- when it was gonna come, so she couldn’t
an Oura research scientist, said. “There suit and sequinned boots. Fifty-seven come to class on time. Just like with a
are lots of apps saying, ‘This week, your baby!” The woman was a death doula,
baby is the size of a lemon.’ What about and Tomei became fascinated with the
the person carrying the baby?” practice. “The birthing and the deathing,
More studies, more graphs, more dis- the connection between people is just so
cussion about how to make users care deep,” she said. “It’s like being in love.” She
about changes in body temperature, even began developing a television series about
if they’re of the Kendall Roy persuasion. at-home funerals, which she’s now trying
Kristina Masalin, a product manager, to get made: “It’s supposed to be funny!”
said, “Body-temperature changes can be Tomei’s recent roles deal more with
a sign of strain, and it may be harder for the time between the birthing and the
you to reach peak performances, espe- deathing. She’d just returned from At-
cially physical ones, on days when your lanta, where she was shooting a film with
temperature is above your baseline.” Peter Dinklage. “I flew in at three-thirty
Karina Kogan, Oura’s chief market- last night, so I’m a little loopy,” she said.
ing officer, commented, “It’s not just “It was a scene with an orangutan, but
about, like, ‘Do you have a tampon in you can’t have a real orangutan anymore,
your handbag?’” She offered a personal so this wonderful woman named Devin
example. “I’m always cold,” she said. “I plays the orangutan. She’s massaging my
didn’t realize until recently, in part be- feet, and I’m reading her a story.” For
cause of Oura, that estrogen reduces Marisa Tomei Marvel’s Spider-Man movies—the third
18 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
installment, “No Way Home,” came out
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SKETCHPAD BY EMILY FLAKE
last week—she and the director, Jon
Watts, decided that her character, Aunt
May, needed a rich inner life. They con-
cocted a backstory in which May was a
community organizer working at a fem-
inist press. Tomei drew on Native Amer-
ican arachnoid folklore for the role: “The
female is associated with the spider and
how everything is connected.”
She jiggled the handle of a spooky-
looking drawer: “What will happen if I
open this?” She pulled, then gasped. “Ex-
tension cords!” She sat on a table, cross-
legged, with a book about ritual dances.
“That’s the other thing with spiders—
the Tarantella,” she said. “It was sanc-
tioned by the Church in order to bring
women who were losing their minds
back into their bodies. I learned it when
I did ‘Salome’ on Broadway with Pacino,
and I had to do the Dance of the Seven
Veils.” She turned to Burgess. “Do you
mind if I go on your floor?” She lay on
her back and began thrashing her limbs.
“You’re writhing. Like a spider! And
other women have these ribbons around
you—it’s very shamanistic. Tom Hol-
land is a dancer. We tried to get that
into Spider-Man.”
She went on, “I’m gonna sound like
a goth. I’m really not.” She grew up in
Midwood, Brooklyn, in a century-old
Victorian. “But my parents were more,
like, riding the wave of Freudian intel-
lectualism.” Summers were spent upstate,
in a collective founded by Jewish work-
ers: “It was kind of utopian. Not Oneida,
with that sexual bent. We had a lake that
they dug out themselves, and these four
dirt roads, a little barn. In the barn, we
had folk dancing on Friday nights. And
we had people speak on their special top-
ics on Thursday nights. You were bare-
foot all summer.” Communal dwelling
suits her; she now shares a home in Al-
phabet City with a makeup-artist friend
and his family. “They have a town house,
and I live on the top floor,” she said.
She wandered toward a vitrine, in
which a full human skeleton lay in re-
pose. A fist-size chunk of glass had shat-
tered and was missing. A liminal space?
“It says ‘DO NOT TOUCH,’ but you have
this very convenient little . . .,” Tomei
murmured. “It does make me want to
pet you.” She reached her hand through
and stroked.
—Zach Helfand
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 19
extreme thinness, perfectionism, a
PERSONAL HISTORY penchant for self-punishment—a rigid
template on which to trace my pu-
BLACK-AND-WHITE THINKING
bescent identity. It was a distorted
fantasy of success that ignored the
actual demographic reach of eating
The power and pleasure of the grid. disorders and betrayed the stony
limits of my teen-aged imagination.
BY ANNA SHECHTMAN Diagnoses for mental illness are no-
toriously reductive, and I wanted to
be reduced.
“Crossword-puzzle constructor,” I
found, was an uncannily compatible
identity-container. She must be disci-
plined, I imagined people thinking.
A little obsessive, maybe—but the
cultural residue of female hysteria, a
century later, might have you con-
vinced that this simply meant “ador-
able.” And, without a doubt, she must
be smart. As I tried harder to escape
the trappings of my body—to become
a boundless mind—I plunged deeper
into a material world of doctors, ther-
apists, scales, and blood samples. I filled
notebooks with calorie counts and
clues, meal plans and puzzle themes.
My first crossword puzzles reflected
my high-school preoccupations: an
early grid was “midterms”-themed,
featuring words with “term” in their
middle: DETERMINED, MASTERMIND,
WATERMELON.
Most of what I knew about cross-
word construction came from the
2006 documentary “Wordplay,” in
which Merl Reagle, the late syndi-
cated puzzle-maker, walks the viewer
through the mechanics of designing
a crossword. Reagle’s cameo is dis-
grid has a matter-of-fact magic, illusion or fiction),” Krauss wrote. It tinctly unglamorous: we see him in a
A as mundane as it is marvellous.
From sidewalks to spreadsheets to
was this paradox—the promise of con-
trol and transcendence—which first
midsize sedan, driving by Florida’s
strip malls, riffing on the roadside sign-
after-hours skyscrapers projecting geo- drew me to the prototypically mod- age. “Dunkin’ Donuts—put the ‘D’ at
metric light against a night sky, the ern grid: the crossword puzzle. the end, you get ‘Unkind Donuts,’
grid creates both order and expanse. I began writing crosswords when which I’ve had a few of in my day,”
In 1979, the art critic and historian I was fourteen, which is also when he says. Later, when coming across
Rosalind Krauss wrote about the ubiq- I began starving myself. The con- the phrase “Noah’s Ark”: “Switch the
uity of the grid in modern art, citing nection between these impulses felt ‘S’ and the ‘H’ around. That’s ‘No, a
the even-panelled windowpanes of intuitive: they both stemmed from a Shark’ !” His house is full of crossword
Caspar David Friedrich and the ab- desire to control my image and to paraphernalia: black-and-white ties,
stract paintings of Agnes Martin. “The nurture a fledgling sense of self. I read mugs, and a crossword mural in his
grid’s mythic power is that it makes in a health-class textbook that high- living room.
us able to think we are dealing with achieving, affluent young white women The hard-core kitsch aesthetics of
materialism (or sometimes science, or were the population most likely to Reagle’s life were not exactly what drew
logic) while at the same time it pro- succumb to anorexia. I found in the me in. But with his simple puns he
vides us with a release into belief (or common identifiers of the disease— seemed to be accessing something foun-
dational about language—a code that
A crossword puzzle is both an escape from the world and a reflection of it. could be rearranged and manipulated
20 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY ELENA XAUSA
through sheer brainpower. When he allow myself a teaspoon of ice cream, The puzzle of anorexic reading
plotted out a “Wordplay”-themed but I could eat a pint of frozen yo- habits was made more apparent to me
crossword onscreen, using grid paper gurt. I could have a full stack of choc- when, at age nineteen, I left college
and pencil, I internalized the puzzle’s olate-chip pancakes—as many chips and checked in to a treatment center
protocols: perfect one-hundred-and- as the diner’s cook would load into for women with eating disorders, in
eighty-degree symmetry, elegantly in- the batter—but not a drop of syrup. the infelicitously named town of Par-
terlocking words, a minimum of black I spent only a few months in pub- adise, Utah. For the previous five years,
squares, no jargon or linguistic waste, lic denial, hiding my disorder from I’d been stuck in a pernicious cycle of
only “good words.” my family and friends. But, by the weight loss and doctor-mandated
What makes for a good word, in winter of tenth grade, it was obvious weight gain. I was never not anorexic
the eyes of a crossword-puzzle con- that I had become stuck in a rigid in that time, maintaining a choke hold
structor? The language of aesthetic pattern of behavior; I couldn’t simply on my food intake, even if I had con-
judgment is gustatory—one has good go back to another way of thinking cocted a way to appease doctors in
taste or feels something in one’s gut— or eating. Eventually, doctors and the short term. I needed—and even
but crosswords are meant to transcend parents—and my own fear instincts— felt some relief upon accepting—the
physical sensations. Fans of the Times intervened. I would have to gain behavioral interventions of in-patient
crossword may have heard of the “Sun- weight to stay in school and avoid treatment.
day-morning breakfast test”: the pa- hospitalization. I decided that I would I didn’t write crosswords in rehab.
per’s requirement that its puzzle not gain the weight but retain control: I I have never liked to work with other
turn the stomach of a morning solver. would do it by eating “good” foods, people watching: the supervisory gaze
(“URINE would bail me out of a cor- not “bad” ones. I would eat four large interrupts the escapist conceit that I
ner a million times a year,” Reagle meals a day, and between each one I exist only in a virtual space of mov-
says, in “ Wordplay.” “Same with would write a crossword puzzle. My ing letters on a page. And everything
ENEMA,” he adds. “Talk about great war with my body at a temporary in Paradise—eating, sleeping, shit-
letters. But you gotta keep those words ceasefire, I escaped into an abstract ting, reading—was highly supervised.
out of puzzles.”) This was one of many matrix of letters and words. The sim- A budding English major, I brought
rules instituted by the architect of the ple f ifteen-by-f ifteen-square grid more books than clothes with me,
contemporary puzzle, Margaret Far- gave order to my racing thoughts and hoping a self-guided course in Amer-
rar, the Times’ first crossword editor. offered a replacement high for that ican literature would suit my conva-
She believed that a crossword should of starvation. If, by the dumb logic lescence. My favorites were the works
activate your mind, not your body. of my eating disorder, I was losing of Saul Bellow and Philip Roth: their
Perhaps, then, it is of little surprise something special about myself by bawdy wit was a welcome antidote to
that crossword constructors have im- gaining weight, I was bolstering my the facility’s earnest mix of Mormon-
ported the language of pure math into self-esteem by creating crosswords, ism and group therapy.
their process. A good word might be something I knew to be difficult, pre- I learned that my books were being
a term with a high vowel-to-conso- cocious, and exceptional. monitored when my therapist banned
nant ratio (AREA, ERIE, OREO) or ex- Roth’s “Anatomy Lesson.” The title
treme anagrammability (LIVE, EVIL, he anorexic girl is a victim of im- suggested to him some perverted re-
VEIL, VILE). It could also be some-
thing more capricious. Why was it so
T proper consumption. A prevail-
ing cultural logic assumes that the de-
lation to the medicalized body, and,
to be fair, he wasn’t entirely wrong.
rewarding to watch solvers, in “Word- sire to fast is triggered by the overly When I asked what books, in partic-
play,” fill in the squares for 1-Across literal intake of commercial images— ular, were banned from Paradise, I was
(“Stark and richly detailed, as writ- in magazines, on Instagram—of stick- told that it was ultimately left to the
ing”) with ZOLAESQUE? Was it the thin supermodels and celebrities. In therapist’s discretion, but that they
unlikely combination of “Z” and “Q”? other words, the feminist critic Abi- tended to belong to one of two genres:
The word’s improbable specificity? Its gail Bray writes, many people believe books promoting dieting, and those
rolling sound off the tongue? that anorexia is both an eating disor- detailing the conditions of Holocaust
Ascribing arbitrary but absolute der and a “reading disorder.” Bray re- internment. Each, I was told, might
value to words and letters came to me jects this etiology of the disease, which be perilously read as instructional.
naturally. Anorexics, like crossword implies that the anorexic, like so many The anorexic’s attraction to the
constructors, are predisposed to black- Madame Bovaries before her, suffers stories of Holocaust victims could be
and-white thinking, and although simply from an inability to distinguish seen as yet another symptom of her
some of my ideas about food were fact from fiction. The anorexic does “reading disorder”—consuming de-
widely accepted in a fat-phobic cul- flirt with literalism—The culture tells scriptive texts as prescriptive. But it
ture—high-caloric snacks are “bad”; me to be thin; here you go, I’ve done it!— actually reveals a more structural con-
weight loss is “good”—many of the but she is just as likely to practice a dition of the starving mind: one that
behaviors and food rituals I adopted, highly creative misreading of cultural is rooted in obsessive fixation and de-
sacrosanct in my imagination, were cues, as I did when I took my text- contextualization, allowing a single
unintelligible to an outsider. I wouldn’t book’s cautionary tale as aspirational. feature of the human body to stand
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 21
in for the totality of one’s self-worth, to me. I was a walking sign of misery ambition—were a threat to the cul-
like a synecdoche. Or one that lets and virtue, slow death and supremacy tural order.
the signs of starvation, in Auschwitz (over my appetite, over other women), In the same period that anorexic
or Utah, stand in for one another, like self-erasure and self-display. I felt an women became a source of medical
a metonymy. almost melancholic disappointment suspicion, the crossword puzzle became
This kind of substitutive logic ap- in my inability to produce the key an object of cultural hysteria. Newspa-
pears in early case histories of an- (some repressed trauma, some psycho- pers and magazines from the nine-
orexia. In 1919, Ellen West, an an- sexual dilemma) that I could use to teen-twenties and thirties warned of a
orexic and bulimic patient of the cure myself. “crossword craze” gripping the coun-
psychiatrist Ludwig Binswanger, wrote try’s minds. Hotels considered placing
out her thought pattern as an equa- n case histories of anorexics from a dictionary next to the Bible in every
tion: “Eating = being fertilized = preg-
nant = getting fat.” Such symbolic
I the first half of the twentieth cen-
tury, the patient, who is nearly always
room; telephone companies tracked in-
creased usage, as solvers phoned friends
displacement is the bread and butter a woman, becomes a puzzle for her when stuck on a particularly inscruta-
of Freudian psychoanalysis; it should psychiatrist, who is nearly always a ble clue; baseball teams feared that
also be familiar to the average solver man. The “key” to solving the puzzle America’s pastime would be usurped,
of a crossword puzzle. The clue and usually lay in the equation of food the grid to replace the diamond. The
the answer in a crossword must be and sexuality: two common solutions passion for crosswords was described
perfect substitutions for each other. were the fear of pregnancy, as with as an “epidemic,” a “virulent plague,”
The clue can be straightforward: three Ellen West, and the repressed desire and a “national menace.”
letters for “Consume” (Answer: EAT), for fellatio. In 1942, the psychiatrist Much of the outcry focussed on the
or it can play on linguistic misdirec- Ruth Moulton suggested that the an- puzzle’s trivializing waste of brain-
tion: three letters for “Not fast” (An- orexic rejects slimy foods because they power. In 1925, Arthur Brisbane wrote,
swer: EAT). The potential for words remind her of semen, or because she in his syndicated column, “Young peo-
to mean so much with so little con- wants to be force-fed to satisfy a fan- ple who want to increase their vocab-
text is the puzzler’s great pleasure. tasy for oral sex. The former is sexu- ulary should not deceive themselves
Before I entered rehab, I wanted ally timid; the latter demonstrates sex- with crosswords. Let them read Shake-
to treat my eating disorder as a puz- ual aggression. At once too frigid and speare.” Others feared that the puzzle
zle to be solved. My body had become too promiscuous within the terms was a threat to the family unit. A host
a glaring symbol that was at once ob- of early psychoanalysis, the anorexic of divorces in Ohio were said to have
vious to others and totally inscrutable girl’s appetites—for sex, for food, for been caused by the daily crossword,
with the manager of one legal-aid as-
sociation claiming to have received an
average of “ten letters a day from wives
who have to remain at home these
evenings just because their husbands
are suffering from ‘crossword puz-
zleitis.’ ” Like an emotional affair, the
crossword seemed to be siphoning off
energy and intimacy from married life.
This “square vice,” as the Daily
Princetonian called it, became a locus
for anxiety about a movement that was
explicitly changing American gender
relations—first-wave feminism. The
earliest innovators of the puzzle’s form
were women: in 1914, the first cross-
word puzzle published under a byline
was created by Mrs. M. B. Wood; in
1929, Mildred Jaklon, the founding
puzzle editor of the Chicago Tribune,
pioneered the “crossword contest”; and,
in 1934, Mrs. Elizabeth S. Kingsley in-
vented the Double-Crostic puzzle (or
the acrostic, as it’s now called). In
books, comics, and postcards from the
time, the New Woman and the cross-
word puzzle became linked as flout-
“I’m rethinking the cat raft.” ers of Victorian gender conventions.
Flora Annie Steel’s novel “The Curse the puzzle, and the puzzle brings solv-
of Eve,” published in 1929, is about two ers closer to their desire. The puzzle,
antiheroines who are “making a living in other words, is a sex object.
out of the craze for crossword puz-
zles.” One is a fashionable beer heir- few months before I left for rehab,
ess, with more bite and better busi-
ness instincts than her brothers; the
A in 2010, my boyfriend persuaded
me to start submitting my crosswords
other is a cash-strapped dancer, who to the Times. Will Shortz, the news-
sees marriage as another form of pros- paper’s longtime crossword editor, en-
titution. Both are depicted as simul- couraged the submissions: if I was
taneously desexed (“in the fullness quick with my revisions, he said, I could
of her bodily and mental be the youngest woman to
powers she sits free of sex”) publish a crossword in the
and oversexed (with an paper’s history. (I wasn’t
“unconscious desire to at- that quick; I became the
tract, unconscious desire second youngest.) At the
to appropriate”). Both are time, I didn’t understand
too great a puzzle for the that I was an outlier in
modern man to grasp. what has come to be
The dangerous fantasy known as the CrossWorld,
of the puzzle woman is a highly devoted, pun-lov-
perhaps most famously ing set of mostly male,
registered in the 1925 nov- mostly STEM-educated
elty song “Crossword Mama.” A “puz- speed-solvers and constructors.
zling woman,” she devotes herself to My second puzzle appeared in the
the crossword as a proxy for other Times when I was in Paradise. (The
fashions of the time. Like the flap- staff drove to Logan, Utah, the near-
per, she is liberated from the corsets est big city, to buy a copy of the print
and the customs of the Victorian age. edition but couldn’t find one.) The
A double-crosser, she is not to be puzzle’s theme was “It’s all Greek to
trusted: “You call me ‘honey’—that me,” and its answers included words
means ‘bee’! / Looks like I’ll be stung with Greek letters nested inside them.
no doubt.” The conceit extends across My inspiration came from the dis-
nine verses: “I heard you mention covery that Freud’s “oral phase” con-
‘butcher’—that means ‘meat’! / Who tained the Greek letter “alpha”; that
you gonna ‘meet’ tonight?” But, like answer was the puzzle’s 1-Down.
the Sphinx before her, the Crossword I would remain in Paradise for an-
Mama solicits a solution: “Crossword other three months. The occasionally
Mama, you puzzle me,” the chorus punishing, often surreal conditions of
concludes. “But Papa’s gonna figure rehab suited me. Food and body-image
you out.” “challenges” that I was given—meant
There are hundreds of other Jazz to simulate life after treatment—be-
Age relics that conflate the flapper came more tolerable and even amus-
and the crossword as icons of the Zeit- ing to me by the end of my stay: “Sur-
geist. In these images, the puzzle rep- prise! Doughnuts for breakfast today”;
resents the enigma of female desire “Group therapy will be done in biki- THE NEW YORKER
and fuels the intimacy between men
and women in an otherwise chaste
nis today”; “No makeup today” (easy
for me); “No hair-straightening today” RADIO HOUR
culture of heterosexual courtship. It (harder, for a Jewish girl). When I
allows verbal and physical taboos to checked out of the facility, after spend-
be breached, as members of the op- ing the better half of a year there, and
posite sex say four-letter words to returned home to New York City, my
each other, cuddling around the news- recovery was precarious but hard-won.
paper page. “You naughty boy—it I was learning to trust my body’s hun-
couldn’t be that word!” reads the cap- ger cues and to reimagine my days in
tion on a postcard featuring two young terms of opportunities and responsi-
solvers, a blushing man and a woman bilities—not willfully overdetermined
clutching her breast. By the dual logic by food rules and restrictions.
of the crossword craze, the woman is That fall, I returned to college, and
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 23
during intractable periods of body nently featured the term MALE GAZE appeal of a young woman crossword
dysmorphia, I retreated into the grid. in the grid, he insisted that the phrase constructor is that she is focussing
Constructing crosswords remained a wouldn’t be in the average Times solv- her intelligence on a frivolity; she is
primary source of solace, but some- er’s lexicon; it wasn’t “puzzle-worthy.” making her smarts unthreatening and
thing had changed: I was beginning (Although I lost that battle in 2014, benign. Of course, nothing about my
to be recognized for my work by the the term appeared three years later, story, neither its reflection of cultural
audience I had ambivalently courted under his editorship.) misogyny nor its origins in my will-
in the pages of the Times. Other out- During my time with Shortz, I re- ful self-destruction, is benign. Surely
lets, looking to diversify their bylines, ceived both credit and flak for modu- this is not what the mothers who ap-
solicited my puzzles. I was known not lating the voice behind the puzzle’s proached me at the American Cross-
just as a constructor but as a woman clues: for including words and idioms word Puzzle Tournament had in mind
constructor. from my generation and perspective. when they tried to set me up with
When I graduated, in 2013, Shortz In 2014, I became the youngest woman their doctor or lawyer sons.
offered to hire me as his assistant. I to create a puzzle for the American The crossword has long served me
was reluctant to accept the post: res- Crossword Puzzle Tournament, a week- as a retreat from the material world,
olutely committed to my newly sta- end-long speed-solving competition. but it is little more than a reflection
ble recovery, I worried that giving my I was not on a mission to draw atten- of it: an index of the preoccupations,
time over so fully to crosswords would tion to my difference from the other obsessions, and tics of common usage.
somehow prove symptomatic of re- constructors, but my crossword, the I am part of a macro generation of
lapse. But I uncrossed the wires— sixth puzzle in the tournament, did constructors and editors who are di-
puzzles ≠ disembodiment ≠ anorexia that work for me. In the grid’s south- versifying the puzzle and expanding
≠ relapse—and took the job. Four days east corner, JESSA (48-Across: “One of the crossword lexicon beyond the dol-
a week, I rode the Metro-North train the girls on ‘Girls’”) intersected with drums of arcana: we are men, women,
from the city to Pleasantville, New JANSPORT (48-Down: “Backpack and nonbinary constructors who know
York, to join Shortz at his home of- brand”). I thought both were “getta- that what makes for a “good cross-
fice, a room flooded with crossword ble” answers. (“Girls”-talk was, after word word” is recognition, the plea-
ephemera and walled with reference all, abundant in 2014.) But apparently sure of finding something you know
books, holdovers from his pre-Goo- the JESSA / JANSPORT crossing had fit neatly into the cramped corners
gle editing days. I knew that I was damaged some contestants’ scores and of a newspaper grid. To see increas-
benefitting from a kind of CrossWorld sunk their tournament rankings. I had ingly more of the world reflected in
affirmative action: there were many created what in crossword jargon is this admittedly specialized leisure-
young men creating crosswords, more called a Natick, an unjustified inter- class activity is not just satisfying;
prolific than I, a handful of whom section of two obscure answers, leav- it’s political.
even expressly wanted to be “the next ing the solver with no hope but to guess Will Shortz likes to say that when
Will Shortz.” But, if my appointment at the solution: TESSA / TANSPORT? human beings see an empty square
at the Times was political, so, too, was NESSA / NANSPORT? they feel the need to fill it. A mani-
my output. The term “Natick,” coined by the fest destiny of the mind. For me, the
Shortz is known for editing up to puzzle blogger Rex Parker, stems from puzzle’s delights continue to reside in
ninety per cent of the clues in a cross- a 2008 Times puzzle in which NC the contradictions of the grid, hold-
word submission, tailoring its refer- WYETH (1-Down: “ ‘Treasure Island’ ing the limitless signifying power of
ences to suit a desired level of diffi- illustrator, 1911”) intersected with language in temporary abeyance. The
culty and an imagined audience—one NATICK (1-Across: “Town at the crossword is a game of associations:
that could be as broad or as narrow eighth mile of the Boston Mara- to write a clue, a constructor needs to
as Shortz wanted it to be. We tan- thon”)—crossword esoterica, to be rack her brain for all possible words
gled, mostly amicably, over this ques- sure. But to think of my puzzle cross- and idioms associated with a desired
tion of audience. We had markedly ing as a Natick was to confess to never “answer.” Like Freudian analysis, or a
different frames of reference—he was having watched the hit HBO show linguistic Rorschach test, the puzzle
a sixty-two-year-old who had grown (no sin there), or to never having creates meaning out of the chance
up on a horse farm in Indiana, and I bought school supplies or gone to encounters between words and im-
was a twenty-three-year-old who grew child-care dropoff (more damning, ages, proper and sometimes improper
up in Tribeca—and the collision of perhaps). You might even say it was nouns, and acts as a window into our
our backgrounds made for good con- to confess to being a man. fantasies, tastes, and unyielding fixa-
versation and better crosswords. One tions. Perhaps this is why the psycho-
of my proudest moments was getting s my relationship to the puzzle analyst Jacques Lacan advised his
him to rewrite the clue for BRO (tra-
ditionally, “Sister’s sib” or “Sibling for
A shifted—from a private to a pub-
lic activity; from a coping mechanism
young analysts-in-training, “Faites des
mots croisés.” (“Do crossword puzzles.”)
sis”) as “Preppy, party-loving, egotis- to a political tool—I began to see my- Of course, if you’re looking to plumb
tical male, in modern lingo.” But, when self filling one box in the public imag- the collective unconscious, you could
I constructed a puzzle that promi- ination and then another. Part of the also just read Shakespeare.
24 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
My breasts are like new again, and
SHOUTS & MURMURS Butterscotch is an absolute joy—even
when she spits in my face it doesn’t
matter, because that’s what llamas do!
It’s their way of saying, “Hello there,
human friend! I can’t wait until next
Christmas, when I possibly get a
brother or sister.” The two of them
together, oh, what a holiday kick
they’ll deliver!
to be touched. bly. I said to the doctor, “Well, can And I was, like, “You’re telling me
The way it played out was that you keep her a few days, just to make this now?”
Christmas arrived, and on that morn- sure? I mean, a week? Can you keep I give Christmas one star. I give my
ing I opened a few meagre presents—a her two weeks?” racist, deceitful mother none.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 25
NOAH BY LIANA FINCK
THE LEDE
viding an opportunity to get off. A
veterinarian is summoned to admin-
ister antibiotics to a camel—pretty
How to start off. routine stuff so far. Yes, the camel lives
behind a truck stop, which is an un-
BY CALVIN TRILLIN usual domicile for a camel but prob-
ably not unprecedented. It wasn’t that
t’s said that when James Thurber, as he has expired. For instance: “Thomas S. long ago that gas stations along high-
I a young newspaper reporter, was told
by an editor that his story’s first para-
Monson, who as president of the Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since
ways like Route 66 lured travellers
with roadside zoos that were adver-
graph, what newspaper people might 2008 enlarged the ranks of female mis- tised by signs like “See Albino Rac-
refer to as his lede, suffered from word- sionaries but rebuffed demands to or- coon” or “Live Two-Headed Goat.”
iness, he handed in a rewrite whose open- dain women as priests and refused to And this takes place in Louisiana,
ing paragraph was, in its entirety, “Dead.” alter church opposition to same-sex where animal stories that might be
There followed a second paragraph: marriage, died on Tuesday at his home considered unusual elsewhere are com-
“That’s what the man was when they in Salt Lake City. He was 90.” monplace. In 2007, when Louisiana
found him with a knife in his back at You might say that I’m a collector of finally banned cockfighting, the last
4pm in front of Riley’s saloon at the ledes. I assume that’s why my friend state to do so, a state senator from
corner of 52nd and 12th streets.” James Edmunds, who lives in New Ibe- Opelousas fought to exempt a less le-
Like that editor, I admire those short, ria, Louisiana, sent me an article that thal version of the sport he called
punchy ledes often employed by crime appeared in the Advocate of Baton Rouge chicken boxing. Louisiana once tried
reporters, my longtime favorite being on September 23, 2019. If the function to eat its way out of an environmen-
what Edna Buchanan wrote in the Miami of a lede is to engage the reader, this ar- tal crisis caused by the nutria, an in-
Herald about an ex-con who became vi- ticle’s lede seemed to me remarkably ef- vasive rodent that devours marshland,
olent in the Church’s fried-chicken line fective. Here it is: by encouraging some of the state’s
and was shot dead by a security guard: A veterinarian prescribed antibiotics Mon- celebrated chefs to invent tempting
“Gary Robinson died hungry.” day for a camel that lives behind an Iber- nutria dishes with names like Ragon-
But I also admire the ambition of ville Parish truck stop after a Florida woman din à l’Orange.
those long ledes which you sometimes told law officers she bit the 600 pound ani- And then we come to the woman
see in the obituaries that appear in the mal’s genitalia after it sat on her when she and who bit the camel’s genitalia and is
her husband entered its enclosure to retrieve
New York Times—ledes whose first sen- their deaf dog. talking to law officers, perhaps claim-
tence manages to stuff the highlights of ing self-defense as a way to wiggle out
an entire lifetime in a clause between Notice how the reader is drawn in of a cruelty-to-animals charge. Iden-
the decedent’s name and the fact that with a single unpunctuated sentence tifying her as a “Florida woman,” as I
COVER CROSSWORD
to enter the enclosure. The Florida
woman is still shouting at the deaf dog
to follow her out. Her husband has
tried to calm her down by saying things BY ANDY KRAVIS
like “Hush, Florida woman, or that
camel is going to lose his temper and The ABCs of solving.
take it in his mind to sit on someone.”
The camel has, in fact, been getting ACROSS DOWN
a bit riled. He has decided to sit on
1 “A Raisin in the ___” (Lorraine 1 Presses for juice or for information
the Florida woman, but, in his excite- Hansberry play)
ment, he fails to do so in a way that 2 Quibbles
3 Before
evolution has taught him to sit on an 5 Celestial being, in Latin 4 Resolve, as a thorny problem
enemy without exposing his genitalia 6 Dubya, e.g. 5 Shying away
to retaliation. 7 Engage in playful heckling 6 That is to say?
At that point, as if a shutter had 8 Fluffy stack in a bathhouse 8 Unobtrusive spaceship on “Doctor
clicked, it becomes a tableau vivant— 10 Good & Plenty flavoring Who”
one that I have carried in my mind ever 12 Howard who directed “Frost/Nixon” 9 Voting-rights-campaign city of 1965
13 Interjection heard after a goal
since. The Florida man looks alarmed. 11 Weed whackers, for short?
14 Just adored
The dog looks puzzled. The camel looks 15 “Kill Bill” star Thurman 17 ___X (online subsidiary of a
pained—even more pained than cam- 16 Like software that’s still being tested hallowed English school)
els normally look. All we see of the 18 Mimic Ella Fitzgerald, say 20 Yo ___ Tengo (rock band with an
Florida woman is her legs extending 19 Natural gut flora annual eight-night Hanukkah concert
CHRISTOPH NIEMANN
from underneath the camel. Talk about 22 ___ of Hearts (tart thief, in “Alice’s series)
engaging the reader! I was so engaged Adventures in Wonderland”) 21 Zwei : II :: vier : ___
that I felt no need to read the rest of
the story. The lede is sufficient. It’s now Find the solution to this crossword, and to all the other
in my collection. puzzles in this issue, on pages 86 and 88.
A DANGEROUS FRIEND
America promised protection to those it worked with in Afghanistan. It left thousands behind.
BY ELIZA GRISWOLD
n July, 2001, Zarmina Faqeer, a six- thought women shouldn’t work. “New trays of rice and meat. “Men in the vil-
The days grow short, the sun declines, Blitz Bazawule, David Spade.
And once again, in cobbled rhymes, Kind Mrs. Wise, from seventh grade,
We greet you all! “Dear all,” we say Mr. Gurnah, lit. Nobel-er,
(The standard form, that is, today), Zaila Avant-garde, top speller,
“Et cetera”—a long quotation, Mary Beard, Aisling Chin-Yee,
Which we’ll omit in salutation, Researcher Adi Utarini,
The freight of which is: Yay! You’re here! Fintan O’Toole, and Lil Nas X
We’ve made it through another year Feel joy way past what one expects.
Together, somehow, bless us all. Our rafter-mounted jumbotron
Now let’s adjourn to our Great Hall, Displays the mixing going on:
Whose walls, we’re told, are well bedecked, ’n’ Xander Bogaerts, ace infielder,
Punch bowls checked for ivermectin. Jaap van Zweden, baton-wielder,
The stars arrive, both nat. and local: Mike Lupica, his mom and dad
Both Bidens, natch, and our Gov. Hochul. (A clan that makes us really glad),
Jill, Joe, and Kathy, sit ye down Jason Sudeikis, and Tom Scott
Around the blazing Christmas noun Are chatting in a festive spot,
Beside Saul Griffith, whom we’re tight with Adjacent to the Santa chair
(Someone Joe should talk all night with), Hard by the boar’s head (medium rare),
And lean in close to Rachel Cusk, As on a couple hundred plates
Barbara Kingsolver, Elon Musk, Fruitcake flambé illuminates
Harry Styles, Lisa Yuskavage, Confabs involving Sasha Lane,
Jorge Ramos, Adam Savage, New York’s A.G. Letitia James,
Olympic champ Sunisa Lee, Edward Enninful, style maven,
And Dr. Annie Onishi. Senior golfer Corey Pavin,
We wish pure bliss to Allie Brosh Eric Adams, our next mayor,
As she enjoys a Yuletide nosh, Bishop Dietsche, a major prayer,
And happiness without surcease Sturgeon macher Gary Greengrass,
To all the U.S. Capitol Police, Wrestling co-capt. Michael Elsass,
Who’ve honored us by stopping by. Flula Borg, the cool comedian,
There’s Omar Sy—Yo, Omar, hi! And lawyer Mitchell Garabedian,
He must meet Lucas Hnath, the playwright, Who all erupt in welcoming song
It sounds like “nayth”—that’s how you say right— For June King Erskine and Isla Shawn,
Plus, film director Hwang Dong-hyuk Excellent and wondrous babies,
Might cast him on the spot. What luck! Sans disclaimers, ifs, or maybes!
Now, let us be completely clear: Dear friends, this year was not as bad
We’re nuts for Tara VanDerveer, As ’twenty was, or quite as sad,
The Stanford women’s b-ball coach; Admittedly a fine distinction
That’s ditto for Ukweli Roach, On our glide path to extinction.
Vaccine wizard Lexi Walls, Hey, bite your tongue! Walk that thought back.
Our buds from Cuyahoga Falls, Unseemly gloom is really wack.
Sam Swope, Lil Yachty, Sarah Snook, Light shines, the darkness did not end it;
Daniel Kaluuya, King Mel Brooks, Nor could the darkness comprehend it.
U.C.L.A.’s Johnny Juzang, A future’s ours to win or lose it,
Bony Ramirez, Bowen Yang . . . Hope still awaits us if we choose it.
The vibes are changing. Something mutters, May the dread Omicron spare us
Flutters in the flung-back shutters; (One more thing to wrack and scare us);
Then Christmas spirits, à la Dickens, May every forest soon be rid
Fill the air as gladness quickens Of the woolly adelgid,
Everyone within their range! And peace and blessings light the way
Bo Burnham doesn’t find this strange. For all of us this Christmas Day!
Meanwhile, Adar Poonawalla
(Philanthrope and pharma-wallah), —Ian Frazier
48 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
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50 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
WHERE’S EUSTACE?
It’s that time of year again, when the grim graybeards of The New Yorker cede
their control of the magazine to the lighthearted loonies and let them run the
esteemed asylum for a change. What does this mean for you, the reader? Laughs
and games and gags and goofs! And don’t grumble too much—we’ll be back to
our regularly programmed coverage of the apocalypse next week.
In this crossword puzzle, some answers are one letter too long and will
spill over into the gray squares. Each gray square holds exactly one letter from one
of the answers adjacent to it (above, below, to the left, or to the right).
ACROSS 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
1 Outlying parts of a metro area, with “the”
6 Petroleum company with a triangular logo 14 15 16
10 Chance to get on base
14 Welcome 17 18 19
15 Hot-dog topper
16 “I’m trying to listen!”
20 21 22
17 First No. 1 hit for the Beach Boys
19 “You’re something ___!”
23 24
20 Fix a snapped E, say
21 African American Day Parade site
23 Avenue-lining trees 25 26 27 28 29 30
24 Petered out
25 More exhausted 31 32 33
28 Carnival game with bottles as targets
31 Ties often secured with stickpins 34 35 36
32 Alcoholic drink served hot
33 Compress, as a file 37 38 39
34 Cottony debris
35 Neck parts 40 41 42
36 Line intended to be heard only by the
audience
43 44
37 In good shape
38 Alfred who plays Doctor Octopus in
“Spider-Man: No Way Home” 45 46 47 48 49 50
39 Food eaten in the Book of Exodus
40 Jack Lemmon’s “Days of Wine and 51 52 53
Roses” co-star
42 Sushi accompaniment 54 55 56
43 Like photos taken by drones
44 Total failure 57 58 59
45 ___ burner (chemistry-lab staple)
47 Performative virility
51 2012 film that depicts the Canadian
Caper 18 Top-quality, to a butcher 48 Org. with the motto “We create music”
52 They’re not returned 22 Having a bite 49 Ration (out)
54 “Little” Dickens heroine 24 Enlarge, as a road 50 Successfully eludes
55 Entice 25 Have trouble deciding 53 Soul singer Thomas
56 Mineral with a crazy-lace variety 26 Amy’s “Parks and Recreation” role
57 Eco-friendly 27 One of two in a non-square rhombus
58 Talk back to 28 Either boundary of the Earth’s Torrid
59 Feels one’s way around a dark room Zone
29 Poitier who attended 1963’s March on
TREASURE HUNT
DOWN Washington
1 Female break-dancer 30 Phalanx weapon Once you’ve finished solving this
2 Impulse 32 Adrian’s portrayer in “Rocky” crossword, the letters contained in
3 Witherspoon of “Big Little Lies” 35 Potential award winners
the gray squares, when read from
4 More comfortably situated 36 Chile’s largest city
5 Like clear night skies 38 Nothing but left to right and top to bottom,
6 iPhone array 39 Think that detective is defective, perhaps? will spell out the first clue in a
7 Young ___ (“Slime Season” rapper) 41 Do a cobbler’s job meta-puzzle hidden throughout
8 “Jane the Virgin” star Rodriguez 42 “House of ___” (2021 Ridley Scott film) this issue. The final step of the
MILLIE VON PLATEN
9 Dependable hires 44 Tries to get a rise out of meta-puzzle will reveal the four-
10 Legalese adverb 45 Word on a novelty-shop gun’s flag
11 Moving earth but not heaven 46 Less diluted word caption missing from the
12 Selling point 47 Biggest contributors to a big win, for cartoon on page 81.
13 Motif short
Can you identify the familiar New York City sights depicted in these closeup photographs?
Use the answers to the clues below to fill in the grid. When you’re done, the grid will spell out a quote, and the first letters
of the answers to the clues will spell out the author’s name and the title of the piece from which the quote is excerpted.
2 U 2 U 2 U 4 N 2 U 4 N
4 N 2 U 2 U 2 U 2 U
2 U 4 N 4 N 2 U 2 U
4 N 4 N 4 N 4 N 4 N
2 U 4 N 4 N 2 U 2 U 2 U
4 N 4 N 2 U 4 N 2 U 2 U
2 U 2 U 2 U 2 U 4 N 2 U
A. Fictional ensemble with a star on I. Bound to fail, as many a soap-opera R. Dependable, as a sidekick
the Hollywood Walk of Fame romance (hyph.)
115 48 84 67 130 150
39 73 112 151 53 98 24 25 102 149 10 128 68 40 80
S. Contents of a windbag? (2 wds.)
B. Cloak-and-dagger dealings J. Service branch that might give you
the blues? 78 21 114 38 4 58
37 70 122 136 85 13
D. Comedic style of Aubrey Plaza U. Frowzy
or Tig Notaro L. Hanna-Barbera production
19 161 83 2 100 117 134 55
103 56 156 43 20 139 120 127 41 63 86 147 9 109
Each tile at the bottom of the page appears somewhere in the cartoon; some tiles have been
rotated. Once you find the location of a tile, note the row and the column in which
it appears, and write the corresponding letters in the blank circles (for columns) and squares
(for rows). When you’re done, the letters will spell out the caption for this cartoon.
L O D H L T S U I F M
G
PUZZLE IDEA BY PUZZABILITY
Can you identify the literary work or series that each poem is about,
and find the character whose name is hidden within?
3.
This teen—who lies to family and cronies,
Who gets expelled from Pencey Prep’s facilities,
Drinks alcohol, denounces fakes and phonies,
1.
And smokes—offends my gentle sensibilities!
4.
A pent-up ex who burned his house to embers: at
A glance, a huge red flag. Is Jane so very dim,
Or did she simply opt to misremember that
Detail, so she could say, “Reader, I married him”?
2.
His clients—Colonel Ross, whose racehorse flees,
Or Violet Hunter, seen at Baker Street,
Who crops her locks of hair—would all agree,
This haughty, hawkeyed Brit’s a bit offbeat.
5. 1 2 3 4 5 6
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14 15
16 17 18
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6. 1
7
Coöperative undertaking resettled worm in wood (8)
Convulsive anger overwhelms a politician who was
reëlected in 1984 (6)
Sing, Muses: tell a tale of self-made chaps, 8 Overlook fräulein (4)
Of Wemmicks, Wopsles, clerks, aspiring actors, 9 Preëminent members of institute never function on dope (4)
And orphans pulled up by their own bootstraps 10 Selfish individual and Zoë finally leave one saint (6)
(Granted, with help from crooked benefactors). 12 Pile fire around principal character in “Thaïs” (5)
14 Hacks reference line for time coördinates? (5)
17 Drink at Noël, for example, recalled instrument struck before
dinner (6)
19 Doppelgänger putting drop of water in can (4)
20 Heal Mötley Crüe (4)
21 People enjoying a döner kebab take a bit of ham from
warmers (6)
22 Least naïve athletes in Los Angeles recalled trial (8)
DOWN
1 Domesticate wayward mate (4)
2 Puzzle game in novel (6)
3 Messing with sonar is a crime (5)
4 Musician Tom cradling son’s head and body parts (6)
5 Vessel lacking captain in front! (4)
6 Criticizes Kentucky fort aloud (6)
Affirms nations (6)
7.
11
12 Hancock, for one, reigns recklessly (6)
13 Group of singers beginning to celebrate Egyptian god (6)
15 Occupied (that is, filled) with Greek letters (2,3)
Olivia’s enchanted with Cesario; 16 Did the backstroke, mouths facing upward (4)
Meanwhile, a duke is trying to entangle her. 18 Get around northern fellow (4)
Viola loves the duke, who’s no Lothario:
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1 “Infinite ___” (novel that’s very easy to 11 12
read and understand)
5 Amuse-gueules, colloquially
9 Bailiwick 13 14
patois
13 Gelate
22 23
14 Vessels that you may remember from
your Oxbridge days
15 1960 composition by the experimental 24 25
Italian composer Luciano Berio
17 Author who wrote, “When the soul
suffers too much, it develops a taste for
misfortune”
18 ___ product, a simple method of adjoining
two cocycles of degree p and q to form a
composite cocycle of degree p + q
20 Lowest-energy-level atomic orbital
21 Brigandine go-with
22 Finnikin feature
23 Donkey: Basque
24 Dishes that can be made with guanciale, ACROSS DOWN
butterhead, and Brandywines 1 “Infinite ___” 1 Mason ___ (glass containers)
25 ___ Act of 1673 (English law concerned 5 Programs designed to run on mobile 2 Waterway named after a Great Lake that
with “popish recusants”) devices isn’t Huron, Ontario, Michigan, or
9 Length times width, for a rectangle Superior
DOWN 10 One of the Five “W”s 3 Feeling or opinion
1 Brabbles 4 Playground game in which someone is
11 Piece of jewelry worn on a finger
2 Project ridiculed as “Clinton’s folly” “it”
12 Sweet, as a farewell
3 Humean topic 5 Terrible
4 Ludic, haptic pursuit 13 Game, ___, match
6 Protective shell for your cell
5 Execrable 14 Some football kicks
7 Articles of clothing associated with
6 Galaxy’s outer layer? 15 Round shapes Hillary Clinton
7 Modern-day descendants of Le Smoking 17 Albert ___ (author of “The Stranger”) 8 Regulations: Abbr.
8 Final theological degrees in the pontifical 18 Sippy ___ 14 Dells or IBMs
university system of the Roman Catholic 20 Lowest-denomination U.S. banknotes
Church 16 Tricks
21 P.O.-box contents 17 Hair-detangling tool
14 The Osborne 1 and the Gavilan SC, for two
MILLIE VON PLATEN
A Lot of
Things Have
Happened
Adam Levin
66 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 PHOTO ILLUSTRATION BY HANA MENDEL
PLUNGER behind him. The thermos-shaped tivity. There’d be a lingering smile or a
speaker on the table, stammering, sev- hug good night—maybe. Or at the dive
s Sara bunched up her night- ered its Bluetooth connection with his we’d all meet at a few times a week, I’d
PHONE
PLEASURE PRINCIPLES
Art and commerce unite in shows about Walt Disney and E. McKnight Kauffer.
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL
hat explains the lasting wonder- a fun show at the Metropolitan Museum, and candlesticks and clocks athletically
W ment of French rococo, the theat-
rically frivolous, flauntingly costly mode
answers the question by conjoining the
pleasures of authentically froufrou his-
celebrate a romance for their owner in
“Beauty and the Beast,” from 1991.
in art, ceramics, furniture, décor, and fash- torical objects, mostly from the museum’s Walt Disney himself had admired the
ion that flourished in mid-eighteenth-cen- collection, with their style’s application look from early on—as witness amateur
tury aristocratic circles before, having in production drawings and video clips footage in the show of him with his fam-
gradually given way to sober neoclas- from Disney movies. The films include ily prowling Versailles in 1935—and he
sicism, being squelched utterly by the an early short, from 1934, called “The came, shrewdly, to grasp its viability for
Revolution of 1789? And why did that China Shop,” in which porcelain figu- his coming revolution in popular culture.
bedazzling visual repertoire recur in rines have come to life and are prettily At the age of twenty, in 1922, Disney had
twentieth-century America as a species dancing minuets; two classics of the nine- founded a studio called Laugh-O-Gram
of imitation art—kitsch, in a word, al- teen-fifties, “Cinderella,” released at the Films, in Kansas City, with aid from the
though managed with undoubtable ge- beginning of the decade, and “Sleeping artist Ub Iwerks. It soon went bankrupt.
nius—in animated films branded by Walt Beauty,” which came out at the end of it; Within a year, he started up again in Los
Disney? “Inspiring Walt Disney: The and, forming the pièce de résistance, an Angeles. Brief comic animations that
Animation of French Decorative Arts,” extravaganza in which atavistic pottery came to star Mickey Mouse, who first
Kauffer’s poster design for the film “Metropolis,” by Fritz Lang, from 1926. A designer “must remain an artist,” he said.
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appeared in 1928, and the growing cast pencilled sequence of the Beast’s phys- to snoot a dreamy concept rendering, by
of the amiable rodent’s animal pals de- ical transformation—airborne, cyclonic, the designer Mary Blair, of Cinderella’s
lighted moviegoers worldwide. But Dis- a claw becoming a hand—into a dash- pumpkin carriage—but the qualms re-
ney aspired beyond that rudimentary suc- ing prince in the 1991 movie. But the infected me in the end. While we have
cess and began to produce feature-length keynote is industrial. A few eccentrici- grown used to crossovers of “high” and
narratives of folklore provenance, often ties brief ly beguiled Disney, such as “low” in contemporary taste, the differ-
with grippingly sinister elements. I be- gloomily stylized settings for “Sleeping ence isn’t meaningless when any use of
lieve that his breakthrough in this regard, Beauty,” by one Eyvind Earle, which dis- the past not only sterilizes its original im-
“Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” tressed some fellow-animators with back- port but makes a fetish of doing so. The
(1937), was the first movie I ever saw. I grounds that distracted from their char- payoff is diverting and may seem funny.
was told that I screamed at the first ap- acters. More typically, Disney subsumed But it lacks fundamental humor, which
pearance of the witch-queen and kept it the talents of his crews within uniformly can’t do without at least a whisper of irony.
up until my removal from the theatre. anodyne schemas, where they register, if We aren’t party to the Disney creative
(And don’t get me started on the trauma, at all, like bumps under a blanket. sorcery but only passive consumers of it.
shared with other former tykes of my The sameness of calculation wearies More humanly complex long-form ani-
generation, of the killed-off mother in after a while. This redounds to the com- mation arrived with the ongoing triumphs
“Bambi,” from my birth year of 1942.) parative advantage of such juxtaposed of Pixar, which the Walt Disney Com-
The Germanic source and pictured arti- French authenticities as a Sèvres vase, pany had the timely wit, in 2006, to ac-
facts of “Snow White” would eventually made in 1758, with handles in the shape quire from Steve Jobs as a subsidiary.
be displaced by more reassuring enchant- of elephant heads. Sconces make a very
ments of French origin, with an instinct big deal of hoisting candles aloft, and ow come I had never before now
that was sagely politic.
Disney steered his studio to exploit
furniture hardware ennobles the act of
opening drawers. In no milieu before or
H heard of the commercial poster de-
signer E. McKnight Kauffer, the subject
rococo’s gratuitous swank, emulating since have accoutrements of daily life, of a startlingly spectacular show, “Under-
the feckless hedonism of the court of for those who could glory in affording ground Modernist,” at the Cooper Hewitt,
Louis XV while chastely suppressing its them, been so systemically saturated with the Smithsonian Design Museum? I guess
frequent eroticism. The language of antic beauty. Rococo design complemented it’s because I’m used to tracking raids by
curlicues, increasingly abstracted from figurative, architectural, and vegetal al- art on popular culture but less so the other
film to film, blended smoothly into the lusions with gorgeously lapidary pattern- way around. Kauffer, who died in 1954,
insouciance of Disney’s fairyland fanta- ing, slipping between representation and was a magus of boundless resourceful-
sies: escapist worlds, complete in them- abstraction in ways that, as we experi- ness in the nineteen-twenties and thir-
selves. Though thoroughly secular, like ence them, are a joy forever. ties. With assistance from his second
his nostalgic evocations of circa-1900 Stylistic excess, wretched or other- wife, Marion V. Dorn, a master of fab-
America, the pastiche has something wise, comes and goes in art history, al- ric design who survived him by ten years,
churchy about it. Under the pretense of most always in periods of complacent he mined—and evangelized for—adven-
entertaining children (if childless, bor- political stability. This is no paradox. turous aesthetics to change the street-
row one), I have enjoyed visits to the Worldly crisis tends to foster disciplined level look of cities, invigorate book-cover
consummately engineered Disneyland expression. Relative tranquillity tasks art- design, and inflect theatre sets and inte-
and Walt Disney World while noting a ists with reminding people, for their rior decoration. He insisted on working
peculiar solemnity in their transports of amusement, if not as a moral caution, of directly with clients, intent on persuad-
innocence. The impunity of a justly the ineluctable chaos of human nature. ing them to take risks in far-out geo-
doomed French regime (not our prob- The show, as organized by Wolf Burchard, metric and surreally contorted imagery.
lem!) translated perfectly to fabricated who oversees British decorative art at His influence proved so infectious that
realms that are carefully alien to anyone’s the museum, adduces prior examples of it was swallowed up by successive gen-
troubling reality. Cinderella’s castle, at determinedly over-the-top seductiveness erations in a profession whose manufac-
Disney World, is modelled on Versailles, as old as an early-sixteenth-century, am- ture is inherently ephemeral.
among other French châteaux. Center- orous tapestry, “Shepherd and Shepherd- Starting as a restless lad from Mon-
ing Disneyland is a materialization of a ess Making Music,” that was probably tana, where he was born, in 1890, the then
related, crowning folly, the mad German designed in France and woven in the named Edward Kauffer spent his child-
king Ludwig II’s fantastical Neuschwan- southern Netherlands. Disney and his hood in Evansville, Indiana. He dropped
stein Castle (1868-92), which Disney ad- staff funnelled centuries of serious artis- out of school at twelve or thirteen with
opted as the template for his studio’s tic precedent into their rote stylings. aspirations to paint and, while still a teen-
logo. Nightly, Tinker Bell descends on a Flowing out, the results were—and re- ager, went West, working odd jobs—
wire from its peak. main—fleetingly delectable mush. bouncing from a travelling theatre com-
The Met show is replete with demon- Before seeing the show, I’d had mis- pany to a fruit ranch. Then, in San Fran-
strations of wizardly animation tech- givings about the august Met’s hosting cisco, he began an education in advanced
niques, pre-digitally antique now, that of what boded to be cynically corny cor- art while working at a bookstore. His
take a viewer from sketch to cel to ex- porate artifice. These faded, so engaging work caught the attention of a regular
cerpted film. Notably transfixing is a is the installation—and far be it from me customer, Joseph E. McKnight, who so
74 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021
believed in Kauffer’s abilities that he of
fered to sponsor the young artist’s stud
ies in Paris. Kauffer altered his name in BRIEFLY NOTED
homage to his benefactor. He furthered
his schooling in Chicago (where he was All of the Marvels, by Douglas Wolk (Penguin Press). This guide
exposed to the avantgarde marvels of to the world of Marvel Comics encompasses the entirety of
the 1913 Armory Show, after its New York the franchise’s twentyseventhousandissue corpus, which
unveiling), and then Munich, before ar Wolk describes as “the longest continuous, selfcontained
riving in Paris. Based in England from work of fiction ever created.” Alternating between short,
1915 to 1940, he became a livewire cos cataloguelike entries and longer essays, Wolk alights on such
mopolitan. A vast chart spanning a wall topics as the founding triumvirate of Steve Ditko, Jack Kirby,
of the Cooper Hewitt show amounts to and Stan Lee; changes in how East Asian characters are de
a namedrop constellation, with lines of picted; and the stopandstart process of bringing Marvelsu
association that radiate from a portrayal perhero movies to the big screen. As Wolk explores Marvel’s
of his handsome face to the likes of, among visual, narrative, and commercial innovations, he argues that
other starry personages, Alfred Hitch its products offer a “funhousemirror history of the past sixty
cock, T. S. Eliot, Aldous Huxley, Wynd years of American life.”
ham Lewis, Virginia Woolf, Langston
Hughes, Man Ray, and Sir Kenneth Clark. The Hidden Case of Ewan Forbes, by Zoë Playdon (Scribner).
Another factor obscuring Kauffer’s In the nineteensixties, a legal battle took place, in secret, over
reputation is his practically exotic integ the claim of a Scottish transgender man, Ewan Forbes, to a
rity, publicspirited in service to civic and baronetcy title whose succession was determined by male pri
political causes and holding that a proper mogeniture. Forbes was a doctor and an avid outdoorsman,
designer “must remain an artist.” Work and was known to travel through rugged conditions to see
ing mainly with small agencies, though patients, sometimes on skis or a borrowed Clydesdale. When,
winning commissions including the cre by challenging Forbes’s maleness, a cousin attempted to take
ation of some hundred and twentyfive the title, Forbes became embroiled in a long, humiliating, and
posters for the London Underground, invasive struggle to defend himself. Although he won the
he denounced, in a lecture at New York’s case, it was not without damage to his career and his finances,
Museum of Modern Art in 1948, the re and Playdon’s vivid retelling of his life and the trial—whose
course of the dominant firms to the “usual records were concealed from the public until her investiga
methods of appeal through sex, snob tion—shows the sacrifices required for incremental progress.
bism, fear and corruptive sentimental
ity.” Never settling on a signature style, The Four Humors, by Mina Seçkin (Catapult). This novel’s pro
he said that his criteria for posters were tagonist, a Turkish American wouldbe medical student, trav
“attraction, interest, and stimulation,” els to Istanbul with her white boyfriend to spend the summer
deeming “no means too arbitrary or too with her grandmother, who is ill. As she walks the city, she won
classical”—Apollonian values. ders if the guilt and grief she feels as a result of her father’s re
Moving with Dorn to New York in cent death can be explained by medieval theories of medicine,
1940, he had intermittent success with like bile and choler. Meanwhile, members of her extended fam
campaigns for such businesses as Amer ily start revealing secrets, which unfold amid Turkey’s political
ican Airlines and with distinctive cover turmoil and increased conservatism. Stuck between identities,
designs for modern classics published by the protagonist wonders if she will be buried with her parents,
Alfred A. Knopf, Random House, and in Turkey, or with her possible future children, in America. She
Pantheon, including James Joyce’s “Ulys muses, “We are going to have to unearth the people we will be
ses” (the fat white “U” and the skinny come, slowly, carefully, but with a dedicated and calm labor.”
blue “l,” both radically elongated, seize
attention) and Ralph Ellison’s “Invisible My Wilderness, by Maxine Scates (Pittsburgh). In this search
Man” (a shadowed face crossed by white ing, plainspoken poetry collection, the natural world—in
lines and granted one staring eye). But finitely more mysterious in the volatile era of advanced cli
he suffered declines in both his health mate destruction—provides a potent metaphor for the mark
and his productiveness. He never felt at left by grief. With frank detail and philosophical clarity, Scates
home in his native land, he said. Sorely addresses parental loss, the passage of time, and the pain of
missing his overseas friends, estranged childhood abuse. The book is driven by sorrow, but it is also
from Dorn, and alcoholic, he came to a devotional, guided by a determination to comprehend the
sad end. Even then, his prestige among elusive presences of other people, beauty, life. “And when I
colleagues who had known his work lived said words / were just words, I meant that they can never en
on long afterward. You will see why if tirely / say no matter how hard we try,” Scates writes. “They
you attend this show. are / the reason we keep trying.”
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the beginning of “Ashe of Rings,” her
BOOKS first novel. “Today the country people
will not approach it at night, not even
BEWITCHED
the hardiest shepherd.”
For Butts, born in 1890 to a retired
Army officer and his girlish second wife,
The mystical modernism of Mary Butts. the Rings “furnished the chief experi-
ence of my life,” she wrote in her jour-
BY MERVE EMRE nal. Its magic rippled southward, through
the woods and the white-grass marshes,
and toward her family estate, Salterns,
bringing the great stone house and its
treasures to life. It sailed down to Poole
Harbor; fluttered over the ruined tow-
ers of Corfe Castle, “sitting like a black
crown on a bright hill”; and traced the
“lion-gold curve of the coast,” before
plunging into the sea.
Between the Rings and the sea lies
Mary Butts country, though people
would look at you with bewilderment
if you called it that today. Her work was
immediately forgotten after she died, in
1937, at the age of forty-six, following
years of hard living. Yet she left behind
a vast trove of writing, some of it, as
Marianne Moore claimed, “quite star-
tling in impact and untrammelled dic-
tion.” In the early nineteen-twenties,
Butts was hailed as “the English Che-
khov” for her elliptical short stories. Her
legacy includes five novels, three story
collections, several cautionary pamphlets
(“Warning to Hikers,” “Traps for Un-
believers”), a novella, a memoir, and more
than a hundred reviews and occasional
pieces, now gathered, for the first time,
in “The Collected Essays of Mary Butts”
(McPherson). None of this was enough
to secure her the acclaim that her cham-
any people in England think of hill fort of Badbury Rings—or the Rings, pions passionately insisted she was owed.
M Dorset as Thomas Hardy coun-
try. They have been to Dorchester or
as the bewitched modernist writer Mary
Butts called these three huge walls of
“She was from the start one of the few
who matter, a builder of English,” the
Weymouth, have driven through the turf, one cupped inside another, that rise poet Bryher wrote. “I have never doubted
woodland villages and seen the mist like waves on the downs. As a child, she since I read her first story that she be-
shrouding the hills, and tend to believe had walked the chalk paths that ran longed to the immortals.”
that this is a pleasantly rustic corner of along their crests and had imagined There have been promises of a Mary
the island. But if they venture inland, the grass trampled through the ages by Butts revival for the past thirty years.
to the henges and hill forts of prehis- Druid priests and their doomed ani- Every aspect of her writing seems primed
toric Britain, they find that all is not mals. She had stood on the soundless to catch the light of the present. The
sunlit and grass-colored. Hard winds barrows and wondered whose bones recent fascination with placing genre
scream across the ruins. The clouds cast were rotting under her feet. Celts? Ro- fiction under the spell of a high-mod-
strange forms over the valleys. There mans? “It is said of this place that in the ernist sensibility gives a new lustre to
are no creatures in sight, only holes bur- time of Arthur, the legendary king of her sinister romances, freakish fables,
rowed in the ground. This is a realm of Britain, Morgan le Fay, an enchantress and ghost stories. So, too, do the spon-
brute, timeless magic. of the period, had dealings of an incon- taneous sexual fluidity of her characters,
That magic looms over the Iron Age ceivable nature there,” Butts wrote at her earnest belief in enchantment, and
her love of the land. (Her biographer,
Once hailed as “the English Chekhov,” Butts is now almost totally unknown. Nathalie Blondel, pronounces her an
76 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY ELENI KALORKOTI
“early ecologist and conservationist.”) ble-veined quarries of her estate, its “sil- humanity turned people to stone.” She
“The very features of her writing that ver and musical instruments and little was saved from the Medusa’s gaze by a
taxed earlier readers,” John Ashbery old pictures of battles on copper, and man she wrote of as Cupid to her Psy-
wrote in his preface to “The Complete brass polished the colour of pale gold, che: the poet John Rodker, a conscien-
Stories of Mary Butts” (2014), “make and miniatures and seals and snuffboxes, tious objector who was in hiding from
her seem our contemporary.” Why, then, and thirteen grandfather clocks and the authorities. Through him, she came
has the revival failed to take? swords.” Everywhere she turned, she to know artists and writers of the day,
found “the potency that lives in the kind and, in 1918, the couple married. Two
ary Butts believed that she had of earth-stuff that is hard and coloured years later, while pregnant with their
M been born with a rare capacity to
“grasp the souls of old things.” Although
and cold, yet is alive and full of secrets,
with a sap and a pulse and a being all to
daughter, Camilla, Butts started seeing
Cecil Maitland, a red-faced, monocle-
she felt that she belonged to the “war- itself.” Her memoir approaches these se- wearing ex-infantryman. After she gave
ruined generation”—“those years lie like crets by layering smell, color, texture, and birth, they began an affair fuelled by
a fog on my spirit,” she lamented—her substance onto objects, lending to their opium and the occult, slashing crosses
restless vision seems constantly on the names the weight of the earth itself. into each other’s wrists and drinking
verge of slipping out of time altogether. The birth of her brother, Tony, the blood, making a pilgrimage to Aleis-
Her work is a strong tincture of periods marked the end of her childhood Eden. ter Crowley’s Abbey of Thelema, where
and movements: ancient, medieval, Ro- Her father died not long after, in 1905, they fell “in love with the 4th dimen-
mantic, Victorian, and modernist. Lin- and it was “as if a strong, small, gold sion.” Rodker finally found out about
ear time was her enemy. “It is this split- sun had set.” Her mother sold the Blakes the affair by reading her journal. He
ting up of events into an irregular, to pay the death duties on the estate took the most tedious and mortifying
inconvenient, positively demented time and got remarried, to a man whom Mary form of revenge: he annotated the en-
sequence that bitches things up,” she named Tiger-Tiger. Mary was cast out tries concerning him. “You had a uni-
complained in her journal. “Why can’t of Salterns, sent to a boarding school corn in your menagerie, but you have
the relative things happen together, si- in the hinterlands of Scotland and then sent it away,” he wrote. Their marriage
multaneously or in close sequence?” to Westfield College, in London, from limped on—“ discomfort,” she
To see Butts as she would want us which she was expelled for sneaking scrawled in the journal, knowing that
to, with her “ambidextrous time sense,” out to go to the Epsom Derby to see he would see it—for a couple more years.
is to see her dissolve into her great- the horses. “A mad idiot,” the headmis- In the years after the Armistice, as
grandfather Thomas Butts, a civil ser- tress called her. When she arrived back Butts’s writing took shape, the “months
vant who was William Blake’s greatest home, her mother accused her of har- spent in hard living” sharpened her
patron. In 1808, after he stumbled in on boring incestuous desires, first for her Blakean powers. The short stories col-
Blake and his wife at home, nude and stepfather, then for her brother. A small lected in her first book, “Speed the Plow”
reciting lines from “Paradise Lost,” he annuity from her father gave her barely (1923)—about shell-shocked veterans,
commissioned twelve vividly colorful enough to live on and just enough to ghosts of old families, and daughters
paintings to accompany Milton’s poem. be taken advantage of. driven out of their Edenic homes—try
For nearly a century, the paintings oc- The outbreak of the First World War to compensate for the savagery of mod-
cupied the Blake Room at Salterns, found her in London, volunteering for ern civilization through her intense aes-
where Mary’s father gave her lessons in the Children’s Care Committee and liv- theticism. Her landscapes and houses are
observation. Her vision was trained by ing “a sapphic life” with a woman named violently, crushingly alive. She builds her
Blake’s angels and demons, in paintings Eleanor Rogers. The sorrows of her life characters from inhuman things. Open
suffused with the mute power of flesh would prove impossible for her to sep- the door to a house, in her story “In Bays-
and fire, wind and light. “The ancient arate from those of the war, which seemed water,” and you will meet its caretaker,
poets animated all sensible objects with a repetition “on a world-scale of certain “a woman made of dirt-stiffened rags.”
Gods or Geniuses,” Blake had written. qualities I had already met of prejudice, Loiter with a wounded soldier on the
Mary Butts grew up to claim this ani- injustice, cruelty, the dishonour of the streets of London, in the title story, and
mism for herself. “Grown-up people say mind.” Battles and bombings would you will witness this apparition:
that children like to pretend the things emerge as the objective correlative of her
they love are alive,” she wrote. “That is disillusionment. She was “half-dead from A woman came out of the inn. She wore
white furs swathed over deep blue. Her feet
nonsense—they are alive.” want of being cared for,” she claimed. flashed in their glossy boots. She wore a god
Salterns was a possessed and possess- Her journal, which she started in in green jade and rose. Her gloves were rich
ing place, the ideal childhood home for 1916, documents her growing freedom and thick, like molded ivory.
Butts, who found that the beauty and as an artist, although it also chronicles
terror of material existence affected her her impulsive quest for someone to care What begins as a distant sighting is trans-
“both unconsciously and profoundly.” for her. On each of the lovers who pass formed, sentence by sentence, into a sen-
In her posthumously published mem- through its pages, she bestowed a myth- sual uproar. White and blue and green
oir, “The Crystal Cabinet”—it takes its ological counterpart. Rogers, in the final and rose; fur and jade and molded ivory;
title from a poem of Blake’s—she de- months of their relationship, seemed “a soft and hard and bright and dark—until
scribed the moors and beaches and mar- kind of new Medusa whose naked in- we are as paralyzed as the man who
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watches her. Who is she? It hardly mat- bangled; her laugh was a catching gig- uncertain parentage named Valentine,
ters. Her shape casts “the shadow of some gle. Her faithful companion was her Vanna must draw on her powers as a
unseen power,” as Shelley wrote—one opium pipe, which she smoked with an sophron to preserve her family and their
of the poets whose verses Butts copied addict’s ferocity and an artist’s excuses. hold over the land. Ownership of the
into her journals and later scattered “The use of our dopes is more ancient house and the legacy of the Rings are
throughout her novels. than I had supposed,” she wrote in her threatened by the grasping claims of
journal, marvelling at the “psychic auras” Judy, a journalist, and Peter, a soldier,
nly in Homer have I found im- that decorated the churches and shops who are not characters so much as sym-
“ O personal consolation—a life of Paris, after her seventh pipe. bols of modernity and its evils. “The
where I am unsexed or bisexed, or com- Her assessments of the company she individual state bred the general state
pletely myself,” Butts wrote in one of kept were less rapturous, and tinged that bred the catastrophe,” Vanna rages.
her earliest journal entries. Among mod- with envy. They betrayed her desire to “People like Judy live on the fact of it
ernists of the twenties, she was hardly stand at the center of modernism’s Con- and get spirit nourishing food out of
alone in her preoccupation with antiq- tinental party, when she was doomed the ruin of so much life.”
uity; Eliot was laying claim to the Holy to wander its periphery, high as a kite. The presence of evil corrupts abso-
Grail, and Joyce was making the Od- In her journals, she gossiped brightly lutely, degrading matter and spirit and
yssey new, by bringing it down to earth. and cruelly about everyone who was speech. Melitta is a “vigorous, f lesh-
Butts was, however, unique in how slav- anyone. “T. S. Eliot, with his ear on eating Saxon woman” with a “pale mag-
ishly she hewed to ancient ideals. She some stops of English speech which got of an intellect.” Peter is a “shell-
vowed to sing of arms and men in the have not been used before, the only shocked lump of carrion.” Serge, a Rus-
trenches of France, of the quests of the writer of my quality, dislikes me & my sian émigré torn between loving Vanna
Lost Generation, of women cloaked in work,” she complained. He kept tres- or Judy, is “made of wax,” “the fat of dead
the heroic temperament sôphrosyne, passing on her ideas and nicking her men, melted and poured.” These rotting
which she had read about in Gilbert titles; she had intended to call one of cadavers speak to one another of love
Murray’s “The Rise of the Greek Epic” her novels “The Sacred Wood,” she and war in strange, syncopated rhythms,
and adopted as a “yard-stick for all con- claimed. Ezra Pound made a passable like a thought skipping a beat or two.
duct.” Murray defined sôphrosyne as first impression as “a competent, some- Their vague and pattering speech—the
“Temperance, Gentleness, Mercy,” to times witty critic” but quickly exposed voices merge—encircles the novel’s heav-
which Butts added “good form, fine himself as “dull, all dull, he & his set, ing descriptions of the land, a place
breeding, humour, a sense of shapeli- dull because they have nothing to say.” “where the word is made flesh”:
ness.” The sophron was the shape she Gertrude Stein was a bore, possibly a
longed to assume, a figure who strove force of evil, with a style easy to ape: In the summer the house swooned, in win-
ter slept like a bear. Through the afternoons
to master her vehement passions by “ ‘Sex is swell.’ ‘Nature is grand.’ ‘Opium it could be heard, sucking in its sleep, milky
practicing “the tempering of dominant is appetizing.’ ‘Life is lovely.’ ‘Food is draughts, bubbles of quiet, drunk against the
emotion by gentler thought.” Only then fine’—etc. etc.” Her highest praise was future when it should become a wrath. On
could she attain “freedom, perfect free- reserved for Wyndham Lewis: “The spring nights there became imminent the fan-
dom.” “I sometimes wonder if I shall first man I have met whose vitality tasy of Rings; when, on the screaming wind,
the Rings went sailing, and hovered over the
have to die young because of these pre- equals, probably surpasses mine. A plea- house and swooped and fanned, and skimmed
occupations of mine,” she wrote. sure to be raped by him. Yes, that’s true.” away in the dark, a cap between the roofs and
Imagining herself a war-shattered It was Joyce’s method of mythmak- the blazing stars.
wanderer, like her beloved Odysseus, ing, however, that exerted the greatest
Butts spent the decade reeling from influence on her next work, the novel In the novel’s fairy-tale ending, Vanna
London to Paris—wherever there was “Ashe of Rings,” published in 1925. “I vanquishes Peter and Judy by lying naked
an experience to be had or a person to was tight on Joyce at the time, as we all on the Rings—a perfect communion
love. If not beautiful, she was striking, were,” she recalled in her journal. “Ashe between woman and nature, past and
the kind of woman who moved others of Rings” was her attempt to reproduce present. She is the last in a line of myth-
to indulgent, painterly descriptions of the “half-conscious thinking” of “Ulys- makers, an oracle who hints at the se-
her face and figure. On smoke-veiled ses,” but to do so in the genre of a “fairy crets of the land. The animism of the
evenings at the Bœuf sur le Toit, she story, a War fairy-tale.” The Ashe fam- land is the subject of properly heroic
was “easily recognized by the tangled ily is not unlike Butts’s own. Living in art—the art of the sophron.
mass of flaming gold-orange hair that a distinguished house on the English
refused to remain tidy,” the artist Rob- coast, near the hill fort of the Rings, iterary revivals require charismatic
ert Medley recalled. When the writer
Glenway Wescott met her, at a party in
they are the descendants of an ancient
witch who is the site’s protector. Her
L characters, artists who appeared
quixotic in their time but come to seem
London, she was draped in “a great Ve- blood runs through Anthony Ashe and prescient in ours. If the revival of Mary
lasquez dress, silver and apple-green, his daughter, Vanna, who read Homer Butts has faltered, it may be because
beautiful and abundant, candid but re- together and guard the Rings. After the she has an unappealing side. At a dis-
mote, her hair the color of Villa, her ex- father dies and his adulterous, insipid tance, she glitters. Up close, she has all
quisite Tudor face.” Her arms were loudly wife, Melitta, gives birth to a boy of the charm of someone else’s grubby,
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bell hooks in 1996. A revolutionary force in feminism, she wrote of her segregated upbringing in Kentucky, “Living as we did—
on the edge—we developed a particular way of seeing reality. We looked both from the outside in and from the inside out.”
PHOTOGRAPHS BY ELI REED
careless child. “She does so give me the the sensibility that motivates them, sus- adent modernist experiment would cul-
creeps,” Ford Maddox Ford confessed, pecting that behind the work’s stylish- minate in “a literature of hate.” Look-
after she’d asked him to press “Ashe of ness looms a terrible abyss—an amaz- ing at her life, he had good reason to
Rings” onto his editor. (He declined.) ing egotism doing battle with an equally make this claim: her tempestuous love
“Malignant Mary,” Virginia Woolf amazing drive toward self-annihilation. affair with the closeted American com-
called her, and she rejected “Ashe of Yet it is mesmerizing to watch the bat- poser Virgil Thomson; the gay Rus-
Rings” for Hogarth Press, judging it “an tle play out on the page with such ag- sian gigolo Sergey Maslenikof, who
indecent book, about the Greeks and onized intensity. In Butts’s struggle to promised to make love to her, took what
the downs.” Several years later, Woolf communicate her mythic vision, we feel money she could offer him, and ran.
recorded in her diary Tony Butts’s com- that something grave is at stake. “How tired I am of this fruitless ho-
ments about his sister: “She is a bad The same year that “Ashe of Rings” mosexuality,” she complained, in 1928.
woman—pretentious—I can see no was published, Butts left Cecil Mait- Yet she resisted Cocteau’s cynicism.
merit in her work—pretentious.” land and arrived on the Mediterranean “Most of the things we do are not
Mary Butts likely would have agreed scene. She made landfall in the ancient wrong, it is our way of doing them,”
with them to a point. She was dissat- fishing village of Villefranche-sur-Mer. she insisted. “They are very good
isfied enough with her life in the nine- “Greeks and Phoenicians have unloaded things—pæderasty & jazz & opium &
teen-twenties to deem herself “an un- on its stones; Moors and Genoese cut research.” Her task was to weave a new
successful writer, lover, dubious mother.” each other’s throats on them,” she fan- myth that held out hope of redeeming
She was nomadic and usually penni- tasized in an essay. On the harbor’s edge these very good things.
less, and whatever money she did have stood the “sea-washed, fly-blown” Hotel It was at the Hotel Welcome that
she spent on drugs and dresses. “There Welcome, with its gleaming iron bal- she came up with the idea for her sec-
were mutterings because Miss Butts ustrades and pale-orange walls over- ond novel, “Armed with Madness,” pub-
displayed an expensive wardrobe ob- looking Cap Ferrat. She was greeted lished in 1928. “I know all it is to be
tained from the best couturiers in Paris by the hotel’s most famous resident, about; no plot,” she sketched in her jour-
and before other ladies who had loaned Jean Cocteau, who became her confi- nal. “I think it shall begin with the ‘boys
her money for that poor lamb of a child,” dant. Artists of all nationalities and and girls’ finding the Grail Cup.” The
the publisher Robert McAlmon re- kinds—Paul Robeson, Isadora Dun- “boys and girls,” in their twenties or
ported. Lest the poor lamb tread on can, Cedric Morris, Glenway Wescott— thirties, are the five characters around
her mother’s Lanvin or Chanel, Ca- poured merrily into the lobby. She was whom the action turns. Dudley Car-
milla was deposited in one pension after entranced by the idea that each came ston, an American, journeys from Paris
another, until eventually she was en- bearing his own “race legend”: “En- to the South of England to visit the
trusted to her grandmother, back in glish: She wanted so / very much to Taverner siblings, Scylla and her brother,
Dorset. “Motherhood was not Mary be married that / & she married the Felix, at their country estate. Between
Butts’s forte,” Camilla concluded some wrong man. French: Isn’t it hell to be the siblings is a strange and unspoken
years after her mother’s death. The im- found out? (Adultery and escroquerie.) attraction. (“Jean said, of recent incest
passivity of her tone is more jarring Russian: Why can’t we all go mad?” She cases: ‘C’est la néoclassicisme sexuel,’”
than overt anger would admired the questing spirit Butts noted in her journal.) Carston is
be. Anger suggests an ex- of the expatriate American, attracted to Scylla, but so is her neigh-
pectation that has been of whom she wrote, “The bor Picus, who betrays his lover, Clar-
disappointed. But it was seeker shall not rest till he ence, with her. Each love triangle is
impossible to have any ex- finds that which he seeks made to touch the borders of the oth-
pectations of Mary Butts, but when he has found it, ers. All the boys and girls are smoth-
who, as Peggy Guggenheim he shall wonder, & when ered in despair and mystery, and the
complained, “was always he has wondered, he shall narrative, which spasms from third per-
up in the clouds.” This was be master.” son to first person, from sumptuous de-
after a weekend at Gug- The Hotel Welcome tails to lunatic theories of time and space,
genheim’s villa in Pramous- was full of art and cosmo- is unwilling to clarify what, precisely,
quier, when Butts ran out politan chatter. It was also ails them. “There was something wrong
of opium, swallowed a bottle of aspi- full of lovers—mostly men—smoking, with all of them, or with their world,”
rin, and fell unconscious, leaving the quarrelling, running off to Montpar- Scylla thinks. “A moment missed, a mo-
other guests to entertain her daughter. nasse to betray one another, then slink- ment to come. Or not coming. Or ei-
There’s little point in moralizing ing down to the coast in regret and ther or both.”
about such behavior today. Yet the ca- shame to do it all over again. It was all Into this force field of desires, Picus
sual inhumanity of Butts’s life parallels “ ‘rather queer’ or ‘rather beastly,’” Butts thrusts the Holy Grail, a jade cup that
inhuman aspects of her fiction. Al- observed. “The pæderast world my he claims to have fished out of the Tav-
though her writing can be assuredly choice for milieu.” Her short stories erners’ well. Is it really the Grail? No
gorgeous, it can also be mannered, from that time, many of which feature one can say. But the characters yearn for
high-flying, chilly, and cryptic. The heart men carelessly swapping lovers, reflect it to impart meaning to the “dis-ease”
does not warm to her characters or to Cocteau’s insistence to her that the dec- of their lives. Their longing for magic
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makes it magic, and in the second half
of the novel they each set out to redeem
the fallen world—some through delir-
ious sex with strangers, others through
violence, some through the accumula-
tion of property, others through art. As
one character puts it:
The cup may have been an ash tray in a
Cairo club. But it seems to me that you are
having something like a ritual. A find, illumi-
nation, doubt, and division, collective and then
dispersed. A land enchanted and disenchanted
with the rapidity of cinema. . . . Our virtues
we keep to serve these emergencies. Our vir-
tue to induce them.
BAD TRIP
the hallways of my mind, regretting how
many memories I’d retained and neu-
roses I’d cultivated. Mostly, I regretted
“Flying Over Sunset” adapts celebrity LSD hallucinations to music. eating the things at all. Nothing hap-
pened that I’d want to put onstage; cer-
BY VINSON CUNNINGHAM tainly, nobody sang.
While watching “Sunset,” I wondered
whether its creative team had subjected
themselves to some first-person experi-
ential research when it came to LSD.
(Lincoln Center Theatre’s in-house mag-
azine features testimonials by the writers
Deborah Kass, Francine Prose, and Greg-
ory Botts on trips past; Lapine has spo-
ken in interviews about his own youth-
ful experiments.) Some of the production’s
other sources are made clear. In a com-
posite scene early on, Aldous delivers a
speech against the banning of his book
“Brave New World.” Cary gives a press
conference announcing his retirement
from show biz, and defends Charlie Chap-
lin against charges that he’s a Commu-
nist. Clare, Dwight D. Eisenhower’s nom-
inee for Ambassador to Brazil, undergoes
a rough confirmation hearing.
Part of the play’s premise—or maybe
it’s just what I wish it had managed to
tease out—is that LSD leads its users to
a softer kind of questioning. Aldous and
Clare are close friends of Gerald Heard
(Robert Sella), a practitioner of the Hindu
Vedanta philosophy and a forerunner of
the “consciousness” movement, who serves
as their “guide” while on the drug, always
nudging them to sit cross-legged and
chant as its effects gradually set in. Cary
s I watched James Lapine’s new Hadden-Paton), the actor-dancer Cary first hears about LSD from his wife, who’s
A musical, “Flying Over Sunset,” at
the Vivian Beaumont, trying to sum-
Grant (Tony Yazbeck), and the poly-
mathic diplomat Clare Boothe Luce
using it in her sessions with a Freudian
analyst. In one scene, we see Cary bar-
mon some empathy with its subject mat- (Carmen Cusack) get together (there’s gain his way into the analyst’s sedate of-
ter, I started thinking through my own no reason to believe that they did this fice, employing flattery, charm, and, be-
quite limited history with hallucino- in real life) and trip their extraordinary fore long, flat-out yelling, to get his hands
gens. “Sunset”—directed by Lapine, who lives away (this, apparently, they all did), on this stuff he’s heard so much about.
also wrote the book, with music by Tom letting the audience see, often in fervent Those two initial settings—spiritual
Kitt, lyrics by Michael Korie, and cho- color and off-kilter motion, the trou- and clinical—open up two ways of think-
reography by Michelle Dorrance—is bled consciousnesses that vibrate be- ing not only about the effects of LSD
the fictionalized story of three celebri- neath their well-maintained personas. but also about the reasons that a desper-
ties dropping LSD in the nineteen- A long time ago, I munched on a ate celebrity, rich but lost, might turn to
fifties, searching for God knows what: few handfuls of fetid mushrooms and it for answers. In “Flying Over Sunset,”
tie-dyed enlightenment, perhaps, or brought on personal crises of my own though, all roads lead back to rote biog-
an eased and possibly clarified relation- design. There weren’t many bright col- raphy. Aldous’s wife is sick and soon dies.
ship with the past, or maybe just simple ors, but some theretofore unnoticed tex- Clare’s daughter has been killed in a car
fun. The writer Aldous Huxley (Harry tural quirks—on clothes, on faces—went crash. Cary’s impending divorce has him
ruminating on his tough childhood. As
Clare Boothe Luce, Cary Grant, and Aldous Huxley seek enlightenment in drugs. the characters trip onstage, these episodes
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and their central personae—the wife, the otherwise uses tap’s rudiments—foot-
daughter, Cary’s young self—reappear steps and their attendant natural rhythms,
over and over, with variations so slight implicitly connected to the motions of
that, often, they might as well not exist. the heart—to establish a theme that never
martha’s vineyard
The presence of Gerald Heard made really makes it through the noise. Cu-
me think of J. D. Salinger’s God-ob- sack sings well, but the effort is wasted
sessed Glasses, whose interest in the an- on songs that sound like tropes.
cient Indian Vedas and Upanishads, and One thing that I found mystifying was
in Christ, made them vibrate with the how un-weird the score is—here, as in
kind of unself-conscious talk of higher few other musicals, there was a chance
things that might have done the likes to dabble in abstraction and, even, atonal-
of Aldous, Clare, and Cary—a morose ity. Instead, the songs are fairly standard-
bunch here—a bit of good. But, instead sounding, give or take a fractured chord
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to Bethulia.” The scenic design—by Be- vision of the great One is myriad—
owulf Boritt, perhaps the most consis- smoke curls upward from ashtray,
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and the painting comes to life. Here The night, still wet & moody black heaven
starless
comes Judith accompanied by her hand- upward in motion with wet wind.
maiden, with the head of Holofernes in
tow. That ecstatic visual idea gives way The intensity that “Flying Over Sun-
to a pretty but mostly conventional bel- set” tries to illustrate with its always capa-
canto number, through which we get the ble and sometimes spectacular sets is sel-
point that we keep on getting: Aldous dom found in its dialogue or its songs.
is excited by what he can see under the The play is based on a groovy idea, but
influence, but haunted by the changing it indulges in the myth that Ginsberg
circumstances of his life. warned against: drugs alone don’t make
Hadden-Paton is sympathetic as the for interest. To reach across the gulf be-
nebbishy, intense Aldous, and Yazbeck’s tween stage and seat, inner experience—
tap-dance numbers with a young ver- addled, enhanced, or otherwise—needs
sion of Cary (Atticus Ware) are the high- more upward motion, more of the stark
light of Dorrance’s choreography, which feeling of “wet wind.” More “particulars!”
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 83
marily as a love story, albeit a depressing
ON TELEVISION one. Susan (Olivia Colman, who is mar-
ried to Sinclair) and Chris (David Thew-
THE FUGITIVES
lis) are middle-aged, and a bit awkward.
Since the killings, they have been living
in France, where fugitive life is unevent-
“Landscapers,” on HBO. ful. Susan, a cinephile, blows through lu-
dicrous amounts of money on rare movie
BY DOREEN ST. FÉLIX posters and film memorabilia, while Chris
tries and fails to find a job to support her
life style. Their conversations follow a
certain tempo: Chris coaxes Susan to ac-
knowledge their financial precarity, Susan
resists, and then Chris relents, unable to
disturb the mise-en-scène in his wife’s
mind. Their outlaw life is endearingly
simple, a trifle boring. They are not so
much on the run as on a long walk.
Couples create their own weird cul-
tures, and for the subjects of “Landscap-
ers” movies fill a void that might other-
wise be satisfied by sex or church. “How
about a film?” Chris asks Susan. “Would
you like to watch a film?” When he turns
on “High Noon,” her narcotic, the pro-
jections of Gary Cooper and Grace Kelly
form a moving skin on her giddy body,
a visual motif about surfaces and reflec-
tion. Cinema as proxy reality, storytell-
ing as the process through which ugly
little facts are transubstantiated into grand,
emotional truths—these are not new con-
cepts. And yet Sharpe and Sinclair find
dazzling ways to explore them, although
at the expense of the human tragedy lurk-
ing under the surface.
Susan and Chris’s romantic universe
may revolve around works of fiction, but
their relationship isn’t fake. Chris, who
has the tighter grip on reality, wills him-
“ L andscapers” opens with a magic
trick. It’s nighttime, and a town
felt superficial, like a postmodern garnish
rather than like a narrative device. In
self to live in Susan’s fantasy world as a
romantic gesture. The one thrill in their
square in England is mostly still. A voice “Landscapers,” Sharpe and his fellow-cre- lives is a seeming pen-pal correspondence
declares, “Action! Rain!,” and immediately ator, Ed Sinclair, who wrote the script, with Gérard Depardieu, the French film
the area begins to experience weather. fully integrate the breaking of the fourth star, and the object of their shared ad-
We presume that the voice belongs to wall into their haunting study of mar- miration. When Chris reads from De-
Will Sharpe, the director and co-creator riage, victimhood, and role-play.The show pardieu’s letters, in which the actor rhap-
of this HBO miniseries, which is based is all about deconstruction—the manip- sodizes on the beauty of stories, it’s
on the true story of Susan and Chris Ed- ulations required to make art, and the Susan’s voice that he hears, a flicker of
wards, an English couple who, in 2013, imagination needed to create a sense of erotic doubling. But Chris’s commitment
were arrested for murdering Susan’s par- self. “Landscapers” does not hand down to Susan and her fantasies has a cost:
ents—and burying the bodies in their any real-world judgments. It establishes after she spends all their money on col-
back yard—fifteen years earlier. the facts of the crime quickly, on a title lectibles, Chris calls his stepmother, beg-
“Scenes from a Marriage,” another re- card, and then proceeds to tell a story ging for a loan, and that leads to the cou-
cent HBO miniseries centered on a re- that, in its dreaminess, can be watched ple’s eventual arrest.
lationship, similarly had the figure of the as a doleful fable. Sinclair got the cinephilia detail from
director spill into the frame. But the move But you can, and should, watch it pri- the real-life Edwardses, who had only
film memorabilia on their persons when
Chris wills himself to live in his wife’s fantasy world as a romantic gesture. they surrendered to the English police,
84 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY ANTOINE MAILLARD
in 2013. It would be easy to condescend him in a climactic act of rage. Susan, At the couple’s trial, where the court
here, to make them seem daffy. What fearful for her own life, then killed her treats Susan like a laughingstock, she
Sharpe does instead is fully commit to mother in self-defense, and Chris, her counters that she is not fragile but bro-
Susan and Chris’s realm. During sepa- protector, buried the bodies. What’s ken. It’s tricky playing the distressed
rate police interrogations, Susan and compelling about “Landscapers” is that damsel, the character who fancies her-
Chris unspool their stories as if telling it’s indifferent to which of these stories self a character, but in this scene Col-
genre tales. Sharpe, in masterly fashion, is true. The show wants to excavate the man complicates Susan’s two-dimen-
gives a landscape to two fractured mind- tension between fabulists and pragma- sionality. The tragedies of Susan’s life
scapes. Susan’s recollection of her first tists, in order to suggest that pragma- have robbed her of the ability to au-
date with Chris, which, naturally, was tists are just as blinkered, too insensi- thentically relate to another person. Re-
at a movie theatre—to see “The Last tive to the experiences that cause others gardless of whether she is guilty of mur-
Metro,” starring Depardieu—is rendered to abandon the rational world. der, she is guilty of exploiting Chris,
in black-and-white, with Susan melt- who lives to be exploited. “I ruined your
ing into soft focus, à la thirties screen
siren, as she gazes into her paramour’s
“ L andscapers” is the most formally
interesting show of the year. With
life,” she tells him, to which he responds,
“You are my life.”
eyes. By force of Susan’s imagination, its revolving stages, it can feel like a Sinclair’s script does better by Thew-
her parents’ crime scene becomes an ac- theatre piece, and the visual storytell- lis, who plays a masculinized wreck. Chris
tual scene, with her mother and father, ing keeps us locked in. This is true even thinks he has the situation under con-
crazed and abusive, drenched in blood- when the writing verges on the prosaic, trol, but we can see that he is naïve: he
red light, as if staged by Hitchcock or as is the risk of any project that self- does not understand that he has been
maybe even Bergman. consciously reproduces the tropes of made pathetic by the couple’s circum-
If there is a check on the Edwardses’ Westerns, romances, and thrillers. I lost stances, so fixated is he on protecting
reality, then it should be the perspective count of how many times “fragile” had Susan, the woman he was not able to
of the detectives investigating the mur- been used to describe Susan. Chris first save when she was a child. He is her
ders. But what is the police system if uses it when speaking with his step- emotional submissive, sitting on an
not an elaborate storytelling apparatus? mother, as a way to explain his wife’s unprocessed rage—we learn at the trial
D.C. Lancing (Kate O’ Flynn) is a di- mental state. Later, the cops alight on that Chris is a master marksman but that
rector of sorts; she transforms the in- the word, picking apart its connota- he has given up the hobby for his wife.
terrogation room into the crime scene, tions. “I know what ‘fragile’ fucking There’s a devastating tension to
stage directing Susan’s parents, now her means,” Lancing says. “It means you’re Thewlis’s seamless switching between
actors, in accordance with her under- in charge.” She is explicating what Sin- the mild-mannered, attenuated husband
standing of the crime. clair’s script shies away from: the con- and the Gary Cooper surrogate of Su-
Lancing believes the act to have been tradictions in Susan’s character. san’s dreams. The most revelatory aspect
mercenary. Following the murders, Susan The script has a moralizing bent, of Thewlis’s performance is that he does
and Chris began emptying her parents’ romanticizing Susan. It’s as if the writ- not allow the character to curdle into a
pension accounts, and, for many years, ing, deferential to the abuse that the pitiable figure. Beneath his wiry gait,
pretended that they were still alive, forg- character suffered as a child, were afraid Chris has an edge. In one scene, the cops
ing letters in their name. Susan con- of exploring the possibility of her vio- disabuse him of the notion that Susan’s
fesses that she was molested by her fa- lence. Chris insists to the police that Susan collection of film memorabilia is valu-
ther when she was young, and then could never have committed premedi- able. He flares in disbelief, ever so briefly,
claims that he was murdered by her tated murder, because she is afraid of but then he grows indignant at the po-
mother, who, no longer able to live with guns, and we, the audience, concur, given lice, who would dare to disturb the sanc-
the brute who abused their child, killed what we’ve been told about her fragility. tity of the couple’s mutual truth.
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WHERE’S EUSTACE?
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S U N
Q U I
U P T O
D E U S
P R E Z
R A Z Z A
T O W E L S N
A N I S E E D Steam pipe N.Y.P.D. Bike-lane icon
R O N O L E barricade
D U G W U M A
I N B E T A S
S C A T E
E C O L I
R K N A V E
B U R B S C I T G O A T B A T
G R E E T P C H I L I H U S H
I G E T A R O U N D T E L S E
R E S T R I N G A H A R L E M
L L E E L M S T W A N E D T E MetroCard Guggenheim Parking
W E A R I E R R I N G T O S S Museum ticket
A S C O T S T O D D Y O Z I P
F L U F F N A P E S A S I D E
F I T F M O L I N A M A N N A
L E E R E M I C K G I N G E R
E P A E R I A L B U S T A Y L
B U N S E N I M A C H I S M O
A R G O S E R V I C E A C E S
N E L L T E M P T I A G A T E
“Keep This Far Mister Softee Basketball
G R E E N S A S S G R O P E S Apart” sign truck court
8
“TV, like professional sports, is a young
man’s game, and after eleven years 2 6
ACROSS DOWN J E S T A P P S
1 TEA(MWOR)K 1 TAME (anag.) A R E A W H A T
(worm anag.) 2 ENIGMA (anag.) R I N G F O N D
7 RE(A)GAN (anger anag.) 3 ARSON (anag.) S E T P U N T S
8 MISS (2 defs.) 4 WAI(S)TS
C I R C L E S
9 INFO (first letters of institute 5 (c)RAFT (& lit.)
C A M U S C U P
never function on) 6 KNOCKS (Knox hom.)
O N E S M A I L
10 E + GO + I + ST 11 STATES (2 defs.)
M A N E A S T O
12 S(T)ACK 12 SIGNER (anag.)
B L T S T E S T
14 T-AXIS (pun) 13 C + HORUS
17 E.G. + GNOG (gong rev.) 15 I.(N US)E.
19 T(W)IN 16 SWAM (rev.)
20 CURE (anag.) 18 GE(N)T
21 (h)EATERS
22 SMAR + TEST (Rams rev.)
TREASURE HUNT
Clue 1: Capital letters of a fake play listing (page 52); Clue 2: Pastry case morse
(capitals in the listing for “Title-Case Yule,” on page 7); Solution: a win for me (spelled out in
Morse code by the doughnuts and éclairs in the “Where’s Eustace?” pastry case, on page 50).
88 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 27, 2021