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ONE WORD: PLASTICS thor, being pretty’s not the purpose.” But,
as faithfully as
as an ordained pastor since 1984, and as the tides.
Carolyn Kormann mentions a number someone who reads the Bible daily for
of efforts to reduce plastic pollution in personal enjoyment as well as for spiri-
her article on the Great Pacific Garbage tual edification, I believe that Gopnik’s
Patch: the nationwide ban on micro- assertion misses the mark. For me, one
beads, California’s restrictions on plas- of the main attractions of the Bible is its
tic straws, and Lego’s introduction of a beauty.In the Song of Songs, the Bible’s
“new plant-based form of plastic” (“The erotic love poem, mentioned in Gopnik’s
Widening Gyre,” February 4th).It’s true essay, ancient Israel is portrayed as a bride
that Lego now uses a plant-based poly- to be wooed and seduced by God.When
ethylene plastic for a small percentage I read the Bible, my soul is, indeed, wooed
of its pieces,but it’s misleading for Kor- and seduced by the beauty of God, as
mann to compare this to banning micro- though by a lover.Perhaps “being pretty”
beads and straws. “Plant-based” does isn’t the main purpose, but the Bible is
not mean “biodegradable.” In this case, the most widely read book in human
it means that the ethanol used in pro- history, and I can’t help but think that
duction comes from sugarcane rather this is, in part, because of its beauty.
than from petroleum.Lego’s new plas- David Robinson
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will break down into the same kind of ROBERT CARO’S LEGACY
microplastic as that currently swirling
in the world’s oceans. Robert Caro, in his reflections on re-
Don Rogerson searching the biography of Lyndon B.
St. Louis, Mo. Johnson, describes one of his earliest in-
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The Mexican painter Frida Kahlo is too often reduced to a pop-culture cliché—her likeness appears on
products from tote bags to cake toppers.Starting Feb.8, the Brooklyn Museum reaffirms her complexity,
in the exhibition “Frida Kahlo: Appearances Can Be Deceiving.” Her indelible self-portraits on canvas
are joined—for the first time in the U.S.—by a selection of the Tehuana garments and jewelry with which
the artist cannily constructed her public persona—a reminder that, in Kahlo’s case, style was substance.
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NIGHT LIFE
of sweat and possibly even tears left on the
bandstand. Kenny Washington and Joe Farns-
scores the album—the result of her artistic
and personal evolution—as Van Etten offers
worth, the two combatants at this now annual proof that pressing Pause is often the best
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead event, have the hard-bop ethos of competitive groundwork for rebirth.—B.Y. (Feb. 9.)
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in respect deep in their bones. The esteemed pi-
advance to confirm engagements. anist Harold Mabern, a veteran player who has
presumably experienced similar gladiatorial Indo-Pak Coalition
matches in his time, is in the accompanying
Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah ensemble.—S.F. (Feb. 8-9.) Miller Theatre
Rudresh Mahanthappa’s Indian heritage is
Blue Note never far from mind in the virtuosic sax-
The trumpeter Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah Sharon Van Etten ophonist’s new-jazz explorations, but his
was born in 1983, a fact worth noting when it Indo-Pak Coalition makes any idiomatic
comes to appreciating why the sonic permuta- Beacon Theatre influences explicit. The trio includes the
tions of hip-hop—the genre he grew up with—are Following the release of Sharon Van Etten’s percussionist Dan Weiss and the guitarist
second nature to him. His most recent album, album “Are We There,” in 2014, the singer- Rez Abbasi, both of whom are as committed
“The Emancipation Procrastination,” from 2017, songwriter decided to step away from her to organic pan-musical fusion as their adven-
suggests that, for this open-eared jazz figure, music and into her life: she enrolled in grad turous leader.—S.F. (Feb. 9.)
groove and texture are on equal footing with ani- school, forayed into acting, and had a baby.
mated improvisation.—Steve Futterman (Feb. 5-8.) The search for fresh sounds for a film she
was scoring drove her to experiment with Noncompliant
new instruments and tones, a process that
Estelle ultimately became the foundation for her Nowadays
record “Remind Me Tomorrow,” released last Formerly billed as DJ Shiva (an alias going back
Baby’s All Right month. Where her older music steadied itself to the Midwestern rave scene of the nineties),
Lovers rock, an amorous subgenre of reggae on swelling guitars, her new songs are built the Indianapolis d.j. Lisa Smith has moved
that originated in London, was the inspiration around mystic synths and galvanic drums. into the techno spotlight with only minor al-
for and namesake of Estelle’s latest album. “It’s Thematically, a peaceful sense of light under- terations to her playing style. Like many of her
the truest, Britishest version of me you’re prob-
ably going to get,” the singer told NPR of the
music, which sets romance (her parents’ love
story, in particular) against the blissful riddims
ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC
of reggae and dancehall as well as Afrobeat.
With a symphony of steel drums, synths, and
guitar lines propelling it forward, Estelle’s
“Lovers Rock” feels like a tropical excursion
into your own heart.—Briana Younger (Feb. 6.)
Olive T
Bossa Nova Civic Club
MURAY PHOTO ARCHIVES; RIGHT: ILLUSTRATION BY QIEER WANG
OPPOSITE: “FRIDA KAHLO, 1939,” NICKOLAS MURAY, © NICKOLAS
“Radamisto”
Kaye Playhouse
The musical archeologists at Opera Lafayette
typically devote their energy to uncover-
ing artifacts from the French Baroque era,
but now they’re turning their attention,
for the first time, to Handel and one of his
best-known works, “Radamisto.” A spirit of After President Donald J.Trump signed an executive order in January,
restoration suffuses the production, which 2017, preventing foreign nationals from seven predominantly Muslim
uses period instruments and reinstates the countries from entering the United States, numerous musicians, ensem-
opera’s often cut ballets. Seán Curran di-
rects and choreographs, and Ryan Brown bles, and organizations responded by showcasing art from precisely those
conducts.—O.Z. (Feb. 7 at 7:30.) places. Kronos Quartet, an esteemed Bay Area new-music group with a
long history of social activism and unconstrained crossover, was among the
more prominent entities to challenge the wisdom of this policy.“Music for
New York Philharmonic
Change:The Banned Countries,” the program that Kronos brings to Zankel
David Geffen Hall Hall on Feb.8, offers a substantial and savory cross-section of classical and
Like many of its choral coevals, Brahms’s “A
German Requiem”—a vernacular behemoth, traditional idioms, including newly composed pieces, songs featuring the
written in the eighteen-sixties and focussed Persian vocalist Mahsa Vahdat, and Middle Eastern pop tunes in crafty ar-
on the spiritual over the dogmatic—has its rangements.All told, it amounts to a rich and distinctive mixtape, amplifying
ponderous moments, but the composer’s me-
lodic gifts and strategic restraint (the work is themes of dignity, resistance, and harmonious coexistence.—Steve Smith
only an hour long) save it from sentimentality.
The Philharmonic, the Concert Chorale of
New York, and two soloists (Ying Fang, a so- ganize Linda’s world as she pushes back against eras about possession. In the first, a controlling
prano, and the baritone Matthias Goerne) join them.—O.Z. (Feb. 7-9 and Feb. 13-16 at 8.) king hides his blind daughter (poignantly sung
forces for this expression of hope in the face by Sonya Yoncheva) in a forest cottage. In the
of grief; Jaap van Zweden conducts. Earlier second, Judith (the fearless Angela Denoke)
in the week, on Feb. 6, Kahchun Wong leads Argento New Music Project pushes the titular duke (the riveting Gerald
a special Lunar New Year program that in- Finley) to reveal his feelings and his past to
cludes Li Huanzhi’s dramatic “Spring Festival Roulette her, only to inch closer to a dangerous truth
Overture,” Stravinsky’s “Firebird” Suite, and It seems practically unthinkable that this Ar- that will consume her. The conductor, Henrik
the U.S. première of Tan Dun’s new violin gento New Music Project event is billed as Nánási, reinforces the staging: Tchaikovsky’s
concerto “Fire Ritual.”—Fergus McIntosh (Feb. the vocalist and composer Erin Gee’s first- lush garden of a score sounds beautiful yet
7 at 7:30, Feb. 8 at 2, and Feb. 9 at 8.) ever portrait concert, given that the dispa- cheerless, and Bartók’s brass writing, glossy and
rate works that she calls “Mouthpieces” are so intense, gives the light of truth a forbidding
potent, influential, and genuinely appealing. glare. Also playing: The Met embraces the
“Improvement” She initiated the series, in 2000, with a mod- classical-crossover stylings of Andrea Bocelli
est two-minute earworm that showcased her in two concerts (Feb. 10 and Feb. 17 at 5).—O.Z.
The Kitchen own idiosyncratic vocal techniques; she has (Feb. 9 at 12:30 and Feb. 14 at 7:30.)
It might be a misnomer to call the late Robert now completed thirty such pieces, for singers,
Ashley’s “Improvement (Don Leaves Linda)” instrumentalists, or both at once. Here, Gee
(1985) an opera: there is no staging, no live performs some of her distinctive compositions, “Total Mozart”
orchestra, and no vocal melodies. Six sing- including two New York premières, alongside
Alice Tully Hall
ILLUSTRATION BY MIKYUNG LEE
ers, seated at a table, declaim blocks of text Argento’s dependably skillful players.—Steve
in a form of pitched speech, while a sound Smith (Feb. 8 at 8.) The Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Cen-
designer creates a live mix of woozy, sustained ter devotes a Sunday evening to small-scale
tones and keyboard effects. Ashley’s minimalist works by Mozart, a man who enjoyed life’s
means, however, achieve expansive ends. The “Iolanta” / “Bluebeard’s Castle” little things as much as its grand affairs. The
main character, Linda, is an allegorical repre- delightful program includes a string quartet,
sentation of the Jewish people, appearing in Metropolitan Opera House a miniaturized piano concerto, and a selection
episodes from 1492 to the nineteen-forties. As In this enthralling double bill, the director of the composer’s groundbreaking horn duos,
the voices layer on top of one another, echoing Mariusz Treliński presents Tchaikovsky’s “Io- which he claimed to have completed “while
faintly, they reveal the social structures that or- lanta” and Bartók’s “Bluebeard’s Castle” as op- playing ninepins.”—F.M. (Feb. 10 at 5.)
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“Anna Atkins”
New York Public Library
In our era of Instagram fame and botany chic
(“#plants” captions twenty-two million posts),
it may be hard to believe that the woman re-
sponsible for the world’s first photography book,
published in 1843—and illustrated with exquisite
velvet-blue cyanotypes of British algae—signed
it with her initials, A.A., instead of her name.
Not long after Atkins died, in 1871, an enthu-
siast attributed her book to an “Anonymous
Amateur,” but the British Museum quickly set
the record straight. The respected Victorian
Camille A. Brown’s “Ink,” receiving its New York première at the Joyce The- botanist, though humble, didn’t work in obscu-
atre,Feb.5-10,was preceded by “Mr.TOL E.RAncE” (2013) and “BLACK rity during her lifetime—she just languished
GIRL:Linguistic Play” (2015).The fact that those three works are all in it for much of the twentieth century, denied
credit as a maverick of the new medium. Her
broadly concerned with African-American identity doesn’t really make work was rediscovered, in the nineteen-eighties,
them a trilogy, as advertised, but the gradually simplified titles do reflect a by the art historian Larry J. Schaaf, an expert
progression:as Brown’s choreographic confidence has grown, her didacti- on Atkins’s friend William Fox Talbot, who
invented the negative-positive process. Atkins’s
cism has receded.In “Ink,” she largely lets the gestural language of the Afri- delicate collisions of science and art are the heart
can diaspora and her talent as a theatre artist (she choreographed the recent of this transporting exhibition, which includes a
Broadway revival of “Once on This Island”) speak for themselves,to illumi- fascinating trove of related material.—Andrea K.
Scott (Through Feb. 17.)
nate ideas of self-empowerment, brotherhood, and resilience.The percus-
sion-rich live music is expertly directed by Allison Miller.—Brian Seibert
“Lucio Fontana”
Met Breuer
Vicky Chow inaccurately labelled “Classic NYCB” (Feb. 6) The Italian artist is famous for the monochrome
contains only one classic, “Duo Concertant,” canvases, neatly slashed with knives, that he
The Stone at the New School as well as a Balanchine rarity, “Variations pour made—or executed—between 1958 and his
As the keyboardist for the Bang on a Can All- une Porte et un Soupir,” a surrealist experiment death, ten years later, at the age of sixty-nine.
Stars, Vicky Chow is routinely tasked with set to a score, by Pierre Henry, that sounds like This elegant retrospective, curated by Iria
negotiating a bewildering range of styles with the squeaking of hinges, the slamming of doors, Candela, has a melancholy aspect: it is among
ease and flair. As a soloist, she embraces that and matches being scraped against sandpaper. the last of the Met’s shows in Marcel Breuer’s
calling just as enthusiastically. Her Stone resi- A Jerome Robbins evening (Feb. 7 and Feb. granite alcazar on Madison Avenue, which it has
dency begins with an evening of pieces written 9) offers two of Robbins’s portraits of nine- occupied since the Whitney moved downtown,
between 2012 and 2019 and concludes with a teen-fifties-era American youth, “Interplay” in 2015. Conveniently, the chaste brutalism of
program of substantial works by Ann Southam, and “N.Y. Export: Opus Jazz.”—Marina Harss the Breuer building—finished in 1966, the year
Nik Bärtsch, and Toshi Ichiyanagi. In between, (Through March 3.) that Fontana won the Grand Prize for an Italian
Chow mingles with the steel-pan player Andy painter at the Venice Biennale—feels perfect for
Akiho and the percussionist Ian Rosenbaum, it, housing a period style in period style. Despite
and devotes two evenings to Philip Glass’s Vicky Shick and Dancers pleasant surprises—notably involving the artist’s
complete Études.—S.S. (Feb. 12-16 at 8:30.) lesser-known ceramic sculptures, which veer be-
Danspace Project tween figuration and abstraction and can suggest
1 Shick, a former member of the Trisha Brown the euphoric neo-Baroque of a drunk Bernini—
Company, makes dances that are like poems. the show has a droopy feel of avant-gardism left
DANCE Their meanings—intimate and fleeting—are out in the rain of subsequent history. So does a
not always legible, but, like delicate origami, lot of once radical twentieth-century art these
they are crafted with intention and precision. days, as myths of progress in culture complete
New York City Ballet The sense that the dancers’ movements contain their long collapse and mystiques of innovation
ILLUSTRATION BY BARBARA OTT
buried stories gives Shick’s work, such as “Next gravitate from individual genius to corporate
David H.Koch to the Sink,” performed here, a raw but remote branding.—Peter Schjeldahl (Through April 14.)
Of the four mixed programs this week, the kind of power.—M.H. (Feb. 7-9.)
most interesting is “New Combinations” (Feb.
9 matinée and Feb. 10), which includes Kyle Sanford Darling
Abraham’s “The Runaway,” from last year, a Raphaëlle Boitel Shrine
work that builds from the quiet introspection of
Nico Muhly to the fierce and stylish hip-hop of Alexander Kasser Theatre DOWNTOWN The curiously flat landscapes and
Kanye West and Jay-Z. (Ballet and hip-hop are “When Angels Fall” is dystopian nouveau cirque. single still-life—a gummily rendered, off-kil-
more compatible than you might think.) The In this chiaroscuro vision from France, making ter bowl of fruit—on view in this show, titled
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“House of a Thousand Paintings,” are the dis- and poignancy to the role of a literary free spirit The Gospel of Eureka
placed fragments of an obsessive undertaking in not so quiet desperation. She stars as Lee
that consumed the final decade of the American Israel, a fiftyish biographer and journalist living The complex cultural mix and troubled history
artist’s life. In 1963, the retired General Pe- on the Upper West Side, who, in 1991, loses of the small town of Eureka Springs, Arkansas,
troleum engineer, after travelling extensively her sources of income and—discovering the are foregrounded in this sharply dramatic, in-
through Europe, Asia, and Polynesia, began to value of a celebrity letter in her possession—also tricately interwoven documentary by Michael
cover every surface of his Santa Barbara home finds that she’s good at fabricating letters in the Palmieri and Donal Mosher. The town’s main
with unpeopled scenes. Using enamel sign name (and voice) of famous writers. The frus- attraction is its half-century-old Passion Play,
paint and a wide brush, Darling recalled his trations of the brilliant, bitter woman—whose which was founded by the anti-Semitic and
adventures in roughly rendered, black ocean ex- lacerating wit creates a barrier of privacy and racist preacher Gerald L. K. Smith; the town is
panses dotted with volcanic islands and strange solitude—offer peeks into an underground of also home to a vibrant L.G.B.T.Q . community
shorelines punctuated by wildly out-of-scale genteel artistic poverty that has little place in with its own theatrical tradition, a drag show
palm trees. One small work, notable for its cool the newly upscale city. The director, Marielle with lip-synching performers. The filmmakers
palette and un-tropical clime, shows a striped Heller, anchors the action in New York’s gay talk with gay residents and Christian visitors
lighthouse emitting beams of light like flutter- and lesbian community as the AIDS epidemic alike, and find surprising overlaps; they visit
ing yellow wings against a drab blue sky. Amid raged, and evokes a powerful sense of mourning a local church based on tolerance and also talk
such examples of his strange, dogged output, one and gratitude. Richard E. Grant co-stars, as with bigoted opponents of an antidiscrimina-
imagines Darling’s legendary painted home to Jack Hock, Lee’s shambolic friend in need and tion law. Two men, Lee and Walter, a longtime
be equal parts fearsome and fantastic.—Johanna partner in crime. Written by Nicole Holofcener couple, are prominently featured throughout,
Fateman (Through Feb. 10.) and Jeff Whitty.—Richard Brody (In wide release.) and they’re divided on matters of faith—Lee
Hannah Starkey
Bonakdar
CHELSEA The Irish photographer has, for two
“ART IS. . . (TROUPE FRONT),” (1983/2009), COURTESY ALEXANDER GRAY ASSOCIATES,
streets—populated almost entirely with women. were sworn in on the floor of the House of Representatives.Now forty-four
Starkey has a knack for coaxing her cast into
faraway moods, an effect she accomplishes even women take over the walls of “the people’s house”—Gracie Mansion—in
when her subject’s face is concealed. In the grip- “She Persists: A Century of Women Artists in New York,” an ambitious
ping, backlit image “Geraldine and the Stag, exhibition inventively curated by the young art historian Jessica Bell
Paris,” an older woman is seen in silhouette,
confronting an antlered statuette in a vitrine. Brown, at the invitation of Chirlane McCray, the city’s First Lady.Sixty
Elsewhere, a serious young woman’s expres- paintings, sculptures, videos, prints, textiles, drawings, and photographs
sion floats, reflected, in a commercial display enhance the formally appointed rooms of the Federal-style house.The
of makeup mirrors. In a series documenting the
2017 Women’s March in London, the artist finds results are harmonious and unexpected;in the ballroom, a display devoted
counterparts to her alone-in-a-crowd heroines in to the incomparable Shirley Chisholm, the first black woman in Congress,
their protest signs; “Inspire Sisterhood,” reads meets a poster by the art-activist Guerrilla Girls.There are museum staples
one colorful slogan—a motto for Starkey’s whole
show.—J.F. (Through Feb. 9.) (the abstract painter Helen Frankenthaler, the performance artist Ana
Mendieta) and rising stars (the realist painter Jordan Casteel, the sculptor
1 Simone Leigh).The most moving inclusions reacquaint us with the long
MOVIES overlooked, like Augusta Savage, a Harlem Renaissance artist seen in an
unattributed black-and-white photo in the process of sculpting a mag-
Can You Ever Forgive Me? nificent stylized choir commissioned for the 1939 World’s Fair, which
In this drama, based on a memoir by its real-life was destroyed when the fair ended.(Public tours of “She Persists” are held
protagonist, Melissa McCarthy brings passion on Mondays from Feb.4 through the end of the year.)—Andrea K. Scott
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remains a devoted Christian while Walter, iPhone to create urgent, luminous images of high-style décor is more alluring than the
painfully evoking the anti-gay dogma of his power-brokering amid gleaming glass-and-steel drama.—R.B. (In limited release and streaming.)
upbringing, repudiates the church. The movie’s buildings, Soderbergh gives the intricate, pug-
vision of varieties of religious experience and nacious drama a mighty sense of swing.—R.B.
celebrations of identity is matched by its fer- (Film Society of Lincoln Center, Feb. 7, in limited Querelle
vent embrace of community in the shift from release, and on Netflix.) The director Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s last,
hatred to acceptance.—R.B. (In limited release.) posthumously released feature, from 1982—
an adaptation of a novel by Jean Genet—is
Piercing a work of bold artistic self-renewal. It stars
High Flying Bird This closed-room horror thriller, written and Brad Davis in the title role, as a sailor whose
Steven Soderbergh’s exhilarating new drama, directed by Nicolas Pesce, is set vaguely in ship pulls into the port of Brest. He plunges
written by Tarell Alvin McCraney, renders the the pre-cell-phone nineteen-seventies, and into the town’s seamy underworld, centered
behind-the-scenes wranglings of the N.B.A. its ideas are as vague as its context. Christo- on a bar run by the singer Lysiane (Jeanne
intensely physical. The premise is a lockout; pher Abbott plays Reed, a young husband and Moreau) and a brothel run by her husband,
André Holland stars as Ray, an agent whose cli- father who details his obsession with commit- Nono (Günther Kaufmann). In his nocturnal
ent, Eric (Melvin Gregg), the No. 1 draft pick, ting an icepick murder in his little red book of knockabouts, Q uerelle kills a man, and sub-
can’t get paid until an agreement is reached. handwritten scenarios. With the encourage- mits to Nono’s desires as if to punishment.
Ray launches a bold and risky scheme to break ment of his wife, Mona (Laia Costa), he puts Fassbinder films the ensuing spiral in stylized
the deadlock; in the process, he gives the ath- one of them into action. He travels to a distant wide-screen images on blatantly artificial sets
letes a heady taste of power. The forceful set city, checks into a hotel, and hires a prostitute with garish colors and ornate décor; the actors’
of characters includes Ray’s ambitious assis- named Jackie (Mia Wasikowska), whom he frozen declamation is matched by the severely
tant (Zazie Beetz), a glad-handing team owner intends to kill; but realizing the plan proves choreographed action. The teeming cast of
(Kyle McLachlan), the head of the Players’ to be more complicated than he imagined. An characters fight for power and pleasure while
Association (Sonja Sohn), the mother and extended sequence of Reed’s rehearsals of the decked out in whimsical costumes; the film’s
manager (Jeryl Prescott) of Eric’s main rival crime—in which he elaborately pantomimes literary roots show in florid voice-overs and
(Justin Hurtt-Dunkley), and the director of a the gestures of murder—offers theatrical as- intertitles. Fassbinder’s heightened manner
South Bronx basketball program (Bill Duke) tonishment, which Pesce unfortunately spoils points to influential paths that he didn’t live
who’s the living conscience of the game—and with overemphatic effects. For every clever to take.—R.B. (Metrograph, Feb. 6.)
of the history of black players in it. Using his twist, there’s a dead giveaway; the movie’s
Serenity
On a tropical island lives a man with a tan,
IN REVIVAL named Baker Dill (Matthew McConaughey).
He has a fishing boat, a sorry past, a drinking
problem, a part-time lover (Diane Lane), a tuna
that he can never quite catch, and a penchant
for cliff-jumping in the nude. Could he be any
more fascinating? A former but still flickering
flame, Karen (Anne Hathaway), shows up, ex-
plaining that she has a horrible husband (Jason
Clarke), of whom she wishes to be rid; could
Baker please dispose of him, for a fee of ten mil-
lion dollars? Steven Knight’s peculiar thriller
is, for the most part, an ambling retread of old
noirish plots, such as “Body Heat” (1991). The
final third of the film, however, lurches into
very different territory—a welcome change,
even if the climax, suddenly rich in special ef-
fects, makes no sense whatsoever. With Djimon
Hounsou.—Anthony Lane (Reviewed in our issue
of 2/4/19.) (In wide release.)
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cows are not only grass-fed (which is said sauce that came slathered on the patties
to result in leaner, more flavorful, and she’d just polished off:it was Catalina,
more nutritious meat) but also “grass- a nineteen-sixties-era ketchup-based
finished,” which means that they’re not, concoction that falls somewhere between
as is the practice at many farms, fattened French and Russian dressing.“If I were
up with corn and soy just before slaugh- going to have another child,” she said,
1 ter. With Dinette, Hudson & Charles “I’d name it Catalina.”
TABLES FOR TWO also joins a handful of specialty shops, I was disappointed, though, by what
like Russ & Daughters and Murray’s the kitchen chose to do with Hudson &
Hudson & Charles Dinette Cheese, that have thought to advertise Charles’s steaks and chops, and by how
522 Hudson St. their wares—and take advantage of li- few of them are on offer.One night, the
quor margins—by opening restaurants. single steak of the day—an unmarbled
According to conventional wisdom, a Raising and eating meat like this is, and unmemorable “bachelor” cut (also
great butcher is one who will not only of course, as old as it is new, and Dinette, known as a “clod”) from the shoulder,
sell you meat but also tell you how to as its name suggests, trades, to some de- seared simply—was overpowered by
cook it. Might it stand to reason, then, gree, in nostalgia.The vibe of the small, its side of oily roasted beets and wilted
that the very best butcher is one who will spare dining room is vaguely diner-like. greens.A pork chop met a similar fate at
go so far as to actually cook it for you? The narrow window looking into the the hands of too-sweet Brussels sprouts
At Hudson & Charles Dinette, a new kitchen is lined with voluminous pies— and butternut-squash purée, and was
PHOTOGRAPH BY ERIC HELGAS FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
restaurant in the West Village, you can chocolate peppermint, recently, and cooked more conservatively—which is
test this supposition:it’s an extension of lemon-thyme meringue. There is beef to say, well done—than I’d expect from
Hudson & Charles Meats, next door, Stroganoff with mushroom-cream sauce champions of meat.
which opened in 2013 and expanded to on the menu, as well as burgers of the Skip these in favor of another
the Upper West Side in 2016. straightforward American drive-through butcherly art:the sausage.The snappy
In an age in which stand-alone variety, made with fairly thin but impres- “borscht” links are a phenomenal mar-
butchers are starting to feel like relics, sively juicy, bright-tasting patties, grid- riage of brilliant-magenta beet purée,
and the ethics of meat-eating have never dled until their exteriors are crispy and caraway, and fatty ground pork, served
been under sharper scrutiny, Hudson & sandwiched in squishy potato buns with on a bed of finely diced braised cabbage
Charles is part of a small group (see an optimal ratio of shredded iceberg let- and carrots, with a generous dollop of
also:Fleishers, Dickson’s Farmstand, tuce, onion, pickles, and American cheese. crème fraîche. I thrilled to a spin on
the Meat Hook, Marlow & Daughters) The burgers are soundly satisfying, chicken parm:a whole peppery ground-
that has managed to find an edge by especially accompanied by a pile of chicken coil that was breaded, deep-
offering meat that is,at least,as conscien- thick, perfectly golden-brown French fried, topped with chunky tomatoes
tiously raised as meat can be.Everything fries, cooked in beef tallow—just like and a drippy slab of burrata, and ringed
at Hudson & Charles is a hundred per McDonald’s used to make theirs—and with garlicky sautéed broccolini. And,
cent local and sustainable, sourced from a cold Mexican Coke in a glass bot- if you want to see how the sausage is
small farms in the Finger Lakes, the tle, or a craft lager on tap. On a recent made, you have only to go next door.
Hudson Valley, and the Poconos, where evening, I overheard a diner asking her (Entrées $14-$34.)
all animals are “pastured,” and where server to remind her of the name of the —Hannah Goldfield
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COMMENT no border agreement is reached and the a plausible interest in gender politics.
NOT WORKING government shuts down again, as it is Expectations concerning his general pro-
scheduled to do in that case, on Febru- bity, his commitment to paying his fair
f, like Donald Trump, you divide the ary 15th.(Last Thursday,Trump told the share of taxes, and his ability to distance
I world into winners and losers, into
deal-closing masters of the universe and
Times that he thought further talks were
“a waste of time,” and hinted that he
himself from meddling Russians and
dictators who flatter him are similarly
their patsies,then,after the events of re- would just act on his own after the dead- low.What the self-described billionaire
cent days,you would surely place Trump line.) Nobody comes out of this entirely President and his Administration are
himself in the category he reviles. Last clean, but polls show that more Amer- still supposed to have,though,is an affin-
week, he was publicly sparring with his icans blame the President than blame ity for working-class Americans.
own intelligence chiefs and getting an the congressional Democrats, and it’s Yet last week, on CNBC, there was
official rebuke from Senate Republicans easy to imagine Democratic 2020 cam- Wilbur Ross, the Commerce Secretary,
for the nature of his decision to with- paign ads looping the sound bite of saying, when asked about furloughed
draw U.S. troops from Syria and Af- Trump telling Pelosi and Senator Chuck workers who were resorting to food
ghanistan.None of that is likely to have Schumer that he was “proud” to close banks, “I know they are, and I don’t re-
improved his mood as he prepared for the government. ally quite understand why.” Ross, who
the State of the Union address,on Tues- Perhaps the most consequential as- became extremely rich in the business
day, after it had been postponed by a pect of these events is what they have of restructuring failing companies, ex-
week.That delay was due to the fact that revealed about the Administration’s plained that “there’s no real reason” that
Nancy Pelosi had triumphed in her first cluelessness when it comes to the every- people who weren’t getting paid couldn’t
confrontation with the President since day lives of Americans.No one expects just go out and get a loan. He didn’t
resuming her role as the Speaker of Trump to show, say, racial sensitivity or seem familiar—nor did Trump, in his
the House.She had done so maybe not mentions of the shut-out workers—with
by “dog walking” Trump, as the rapper the concept of living paycheck to pay-
Cardi B might put it, but by managing check, or with the statistic, released last
to end a deeply unpopular government year by the Federal Reserve Board, that
shutdown, without giving him his wall, forty per cent of Americans would have
compelling him to put off his speech till trouble covering an emergency expense
the government reopened, and creating of just four hundred dollars.Then there
an opportunity for negotiations that was Kevin Hassett, the chairman of the
could lead to compromise legislation on White House Council of Economic Ad-
border security. visers, telling “PBS NewsHour” that
Trump’s handling of the longest-ever workers furloughed during the shutdown
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
government shutdown, which left eight were “better off,” since they could go on
hundred thousand federal employees vacation without having to use their va-
without pay for thirty-five days,certainly cation days.
showcases the crudeness of his govern- Trump also had nothing much to say
ing style, as does his repeated threat to about the plight of the hundreds of thou-
declare a national emergency if he doesn’t sands of government contractors—many
get a wall.The standoff may also dam- of them low-wage earners, such as jani-
age his reëlection prospects, especially if tors,cafeteria workers,and security guards
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in government buildings—who are not tion-crushing Oklahoman Scott Pruitt protecting people from the harshest forces
guaranteed the back pay that career em- and then, when he left, amid scandals, of the global market.They can start by
ployees of the federal government will the former coal-company lobbyist An- trying to pass legislation to guarantee
get. Héctor Figueroa, the president of drew Wheeler. back pay for contract workers who were
a union that represents some of those Meanwhile, Foxconn, the Taiwanese cut off by the shutdown; a handful of
workers, told the Washington Post that electronics giant, waffled on its promise Democratic senators have already intro-
they “have been living on the edge of di- to build a factory in Wisconsin that duced a bill, the Fair Compensation for
saster for five weeks,” adding that many would create thousands of manufactur- Low-Wage Contractor Employees Act,
“are facing eviction,power shut-offs,hun- ing jobs. First, the company suggested to rectify the situation. In the coming
ger and even going without lifesaving that it wouldn’t build the factory, after weeks, they can also work to fill in what
medications.” all,and then,on Friday,following a phone a Green New Deal jobs program might
At the same time, Trump’s larger vi- call from Trump, it said that it would, look like.They can support infrastruc-
sion for rebuilding blue-collar jobs took but left the number of blue-collar jobs ture spending, introduce legislation to
a couple of blows.A report that the U.S. that it would provide unclear.At a White raise the minimum wage, and focus, in
Energy Information Administration re- House event announcing the deal, in the House investigations of Trump, on
leased last month showed that coal pro- 2017,Trump had bragged of his friendly some issues of basic fairness for ordinary
duction had fallen in 2018, largely owing relationship with Terry Gou, the head Americans, such as the Administration’s
to competition from cheap natural gas. of Foxconn, but changes in what the weakening of the Affordable Care Act.
That was despite Trump’s attempts to company called the “global market en- They can show themselves to be the real
shore up an industry he has consistently vironment” were making that bonhomie party of the American working class—
championed, by, among other things, hard to count on. and find a Presidential candidate,among
scrapping the Clean Power Plan and ap- All these misfires create opportuni- the growing Democratic field, who can
pointing as the head of the Environmen- ties for the Democrats to show that they bring that point home.
tal Protection Agency first the regula- are committed to generating jobs and to —Margaret Talbot
HELL, YES fishnets, lace. One man, dressed in a senticorns as they arrived, handing out
THE RULES button-down shirt,had missed the memo. horns from a shopping bag. The first
“I’m on the guest list,” he protested. shift starts an hour into the party, and
“I can lend you some bondage tape!” comes with free admission, a plus one,
someone offered. Problem solved. and a drink; the second, known as the
Rule No.3:Mandatory consent.“You “hero shift,” starts at 1:30 a.m.and goes
are not going to touch anyone,in any way, until the bar closes, at 4.
without getting express, verbal consent,” When House of Yes opened at its
n a freezing Friday night, a group the consenticorn, who wished to remain current location, a few years ago, Kay-
O of partygoers in winter coats hud- anonymous, said. “This is true for all
dled under a heat lamp at the entryway gender variations,” she continued.“Any-
win thought that she would become a
regular.Instead,every time she went she
of House of Yes, the night club, event thing that is not a ‘Yes’ or a ‘Hell, yes’ is got groped. After she posted about an
space, and self-described “temple of ex- a ‘Hell, no.’ ” And should anyone, at any incident on social media, Jacqui Rab-
pression” in Bushwick. The evening’s point, feel unsafe, she went on,“look for kin, the club’s marketing director, hired
event was House of Love, a monthly one of us with a horn.We’re the consen- her as a consultant. Along with the
party for the sexually adventurous.Cos- ticorns, and we’re here to help you.” House’s founders, Kae Burke and Anya
tumes were mandatory, but most pa- The consent program at House of Sapozhnikova, the women began pros-
trons had just come to dance with their Yes is three years old.It consists of waiv- elytizing the ideal of a better party en-
friends.(“This party is Rated R ...not ers, signage (“If you feel something, say vironment.The goal is not to police but
X.If you know what we mean,” the in- something”), staff trainings, and a pol- to educate.
vitation read.) Tickets had sold out, as icy posted on all event pages.At House “It’s really about people looking out
they usually do, but first one had to get of Love, where partyers are invited to for each other and not feeling like there’s
past the consenticorn. “embrace the full spectrum of gender this nanny-state babysitter of a night
The consenticorn, a kind of dance- and sexual possibilities,” vigilance is club,” Burke explained on another night
floor monitor, wore a long fur coat and heightened. at the club.She and Sapozhnikova had
a light-up unicorn horn, and stood be- Most of the consenticorns have been just hosted an erotic revue called “Dirty
fore a table bearing free New York City trained by Emma Kaywin, a sexual- Circus.” Burke was dressed as a French
Department of Health-brand condoms, health educator for hospitals and civic maid.Sapozhnikova, who was wearing
ready to deliver a short lecture on the groups, who now co-directs House of a red lace bodysuit, agreed: “We don’t
rules. Rule No. 1: No photos or video. Yes’s consent program. Shortly before want to just dismiss everyone that doesn’t
Rule No.2:Costumes.“Is everyone wear- 11 p.m., Kaywin stood in the lobby off know any better because they didn’t
ing a costume?” she asked.The partygo- the dance floor, wearing a corset with grow up in a family that had a positive
ers opened their coats to reveal corsets, a long gauze skirt.She greeted the con- masculine presence.”
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Eighty people have been trained in
de-escalation strategies, including how
to talk about micro-aggressions, con-
sent violations, “over-inebriation,” and
violence. Other party organizers have
begun to hire the consenticorns for free-
lance gigs; the waiting list for training
is now seventy people long. It’s part of
a larger trend. Rafael Espinal, the city
councilman who represents sections of
Bushwick, and is running for public ad-
vocate,recently introduced a bill to make
signage and training about consent man-
datory for night-life venues. At Bossa
Nova Civic Club, a message is painted
on the wall: “If you touch a woman
against her will in this establishment “I’ve invented the wheel but I don’t want
we will literally ruin your life.” anybody to know about it yet.”
Back at House of Love, it was early,
and the crowd was still well-behaved.A
dominatrix dripped candle wax on a cou-
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ple who had been tied together back to
back.“Consenticorns have authority to back to its ex, and we are jealous.Latin Phoenician artifacts.On Twitter,he often
kick people out, but first they’re taught America is looking sexy again. What’s pokes fun at the habit some Middle
to acculturate,” Kaywin said.The lesson wrong with our oil? What’s so great Easterners have of claiming long-lost
can take many forms—if it’s a male con- about their oil, anyway?” civilizations like the Phoenicians and
senticorn dealing with another male,she Sharro, who is Lebanese-Iraqi, lives the Assyrians as their cultural ancestors.
said, “bro-speak can be incredible.” in London, where, officially, he is an ar- “They don’t want to identify as Arabs,
Kaywin handed a unicorn horn to chitect at a commercial firm called PLP. so they pretend to be the direct descen-
Emily Barrett,a veterinary cardiac tech- Unofficially, he is Karl reMarks, a Twit- dants of these ancient empires, which is
nician and part-time consenticorn.“First ter comedian with a large following and just silly,” he said.An Assyrian-ancestry
I walk through the room taking a look an acid take on Middle Eastern politics. group has been heckling him on Twit-
at their faces, making sure nobody’s dis- He was in town recently to promote his ter, which he finds funny.“I mean, they
tressed,” she said. In a cage suspended first book of humor, “And Then God have a fucking flag.” He asked a mu-
above the stage, a man whose body ap- Created the Middle East and Said ‘Let seum guard for directions to the Phoe-
peared to be bound with leather straps There Be Breaking News,’ ” a collection nician collection.“I’m not even sure what
lifted his legs into a full split. Barrettof tweets, drawings, and comic strips, you’re talking about,” she said.“I’m sorry.”
navigated the crowd, looking for people and he wanted to stop by the Metropol- Sharro,a Syriac Orthodox Christian,
in need of a rescue.“I’m everyone’s best itan Museum. Museums are a frequent grew up in Lebanon during the nine-
girlfriend on the dance floor,” she said. target of Sharro’s on Twitter. (“People teen-seventies, regularly visiting family
—Emily Witt often ask me,‘Where is the Middle East?’ members who lived in Syria and Iraq.
1 It’s the area between Egypt,Iran,Yemen, He looked forward to these trips, which
PUNCH LINE DEPT. Turkey, and the British Museum.”) So broke the tedium of life in Zahle,a town
NEAR PAST is religion. (“We’re actually very proud in the Beqaa Valley. “Just on a whim,
of God in the Middle East. He’s the you’d get in a car, you’d drive,” he said.
local guy who went on to acquire inter- “Twelve hours later, you’re in Baghdad.
national fame.”) And Western media. It was like a utopia.”
(“The main worry I have about driver- In college, Sharro discovered Woody
less cars is how Western journalists would Allen when a friend gave him a copy of
get their stories in the Arab world, with “Without Feathers.” “It resonated with
e complain about America, but no taxi-drivers to talk to.”) me, I think, because the Syriac minority
“W Middle Easterners are secretly Sharro arrived at the Met at 10 A.m., is completely misunderstood in Leba-
flattered that America devotes so much wearing jeans, a blue oxford shirt, and a non, and I felt like an outsider,” he said.
attention to regime change in our re- woollen blazer.His comic strips feature “Plus, when I was a teen-ager I used to
gion,” Karl Sharro said the other day, a pair of imaginary Phoenicians, Ab- have these very thick glasses,and I wasn’t
testing out new material. “It’s like a deshmun and Hanno—members of an very athletic.So you can see where this
crush.Now that Trump is taking troops ancient civilization that originated in is going.” He began tweeting and blog-
out of Syria and threatening to invade modern-day Lebanon—and Sharro ging ten years ago, during coffee breaks
Venezuela, it feels like America is going hoped to see the Met’s collection of at his architecture job. But things took
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off in 2011,when the Arab Spring began. of Strindberg’s “Miss Julie,” reset in an erything.She would lie on her back for
“Satire allowed me to critique all of theinvestment bank and staged in their for- hours,staring at the ceiling and “dream-
narratives without being politically com-mer apartment, in downtown Brooklyn. ing of the day when I can roll over and
mitted to one side or another,” he said. Last winter, they premièred a one- lie on my side,” she recalled.It dawned
Lately, Sharro has been dabbling in woman sci-fi odyssey called “Space- on the couple that having two broken
standup, performing at the Edinburgh man.” Stevens (a pen name for Steven arms was not unlike being an astronaut.
Fringe Festival and at universities. He Gridley, who wanted his early family “The same thing that they do in space,
reads tweets out loud, a process that he dramas to be un-Googleable by his fam- where they have to redefine how they’re
finds exhausting. “It’s six years’ worth ily) had become interested in space travel going to accomplish small, easy tasks,
of work in forty-five minutes,” he said. after reading an article in The Space Re- we were sort of doing on a smaller scale,”
He wandered a hall of Greek sculp- view which argued that NASA could re- Stevens said.Treadway added,“It’s also
tures, searching for the Ancient Near vive public enthusiasm by planning a the fact that you’re stuck. If anything
Eastern Art gallery. It was on another one-way expedition to Mars.“It likened goes wrong, you just have to keep your
floor.“Maybe I should use my architec- it to the sense of adventure that the early wits about you and solve the problem.”
tural skills to find the stairs,” he said.
European explorers had, in that they The couple were speaking in their
A few minutes later, he stood in a would just go sailing without knowing current apartment, a converted gallery
gallery lined with Assyrian reliefs from what was out there,” Stevens said re- big enough to house a small black-box
an ancient palace. “I used to have one cently. Not long afterward, the couple theatre off the kitchen.It now contained
of those,” he said, pointing to a huge saw a production of Beckett’s “Happy the ten-by-twelve set, which would
carving of a muscle-bound,bearded As- Days,” in which a woman flits away the soon be transported to the Wild Proj-
syrian king.“I drew it on the wall of thehours while stuck in sand.It reminded ect, where “Spaceman” will open again
first studio apartment I shared with my Stevens of space travel—“The isolation, this month. Although Treadway origi-
wife.I drew it full-sized.She got really and how you fill the time.” nally researched her role by watching
freaked out,because every time she woke On February 22nd of last year,“Space- NASA videos on YouTube, this time she
up there was this scary Assyrian guy man” made its début at the Wild Proj- took a more Method-acting approach.
with a lion.” ect, an eighty-nine-seat theatre in the In scenes during which her character
Around the corner was a small gal- East Village. The set was a room-size gets “very frustrated with the lack of
lery of Phoenician objects. Sharro ex- contraption made of welded steel and communication when she’s talking back
amined the cases of gold jewelry and Plexiglas, fitted with buzzers and key- to Houston,” she said, she thinks about
ivory carvings.He seemed to soften on boards and a chair that spins on a truss. herself lying immobile in bed:“You can’t
the appeal of a Phoenician legacy.“We The production simulated zero gravity get away with a temper tantrum.”
know very little about them,” he said. using low-light effects and a puppeteer. Collaborators drifted in for a 2 p.m.
“There’s that argument,‘Oh, they never After the show, Treadway, feeling good rehearsal. Treadway put on her puffy
called themselves Phoenicians.’ O.K., about the performance, came out for a white spacesuit and climbed into the
even if they didn’t, they still existed bow in her spacesuit. As she walked off chair.“Let’s do the meteoroid,” she said.
around that time, right?” He spotted a the stage, she tripped over a speaker.She They ran through a scene in which the
map of the ancient Near East. “Aha,” broke her fall with her arms,then popped astronaut furiously presses on beeping
he said, peering at it with ironic satis-back up and made a “clumsy old me” face. doodads after a sudden impact.(“Did it
faction.“They do call it Phoenicia here.” “Then I walked backstage and was, breach the hull? Jesus.”) “The movement
—Elias Muhanna like, whoa,” she recalled. “I realized I
1 couldn’t even take my costume off.” Ste-
TAKE TWO vens helped her change clothes, and
GRAVITY they took an Uber to a clinic in Red
Hook.The doctor informed Treadway
that she had broken both elbows and
her left wrist. (“The woman at physi-
cal therapy said it’s an injury that a lot
of break dancers have,” she said.) She
would need hard casts for a week, and
eegrid Stevens and Erin Treadway then splints.They would have to can-
L are a husband-and-wife team who cel the entire three-week run. Stevens
make theatre together,he as a playwright recalled,“The next morning, I’m draft-
and she as an actor. Both Texas natives, ing an e-mail to everybody telling them
they met in the costume shop at South- the news, and I’m looking through all
ern Methodist University, and started a these e-mails from people saying,‘Break
company called Loading Dock Theatre. a leg!’ ” He laughed ruefully. “I never
Past productions include “The Dudleys,” want to hear that phrase again.”
a family drama told in the style of an Those first two weeks after the ac-
eight-bit video game, and an adaptation cident, Treadway needed help with ev- Erin Treadway
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quality is great,” Jacob Titus,the director, Tickets—ninety dollars, or a hun-
told her.At one point, to affect weight- dred and fifty dollars with natural wine
lessness, Treadway balanced her back pairings—sold out quickly. Attendees
against the chair, dangled her legs for- included luminaries of New York’s sus-
ward, and grabbed a beam above her tainable-food scene: Adam Kaye, the
head,as Stevens (standing in for the pup- co-founder of the Spare Food Co.;Ben
peteer) held her aloft. After a few runs, Flanner, of the rooftop farm Brooklyn
the couple said that they wanted to try Grange; Tristram Stuart, whose com-
something new the next day:what if she pany, Toast Ale, makes beer from day-
let her hands go free? Titus agreed to old bread. Joost Bakker, an Australia-
give it a shot,but added,under his breath, based artist, whom McMaster called
“We want to keep you for the run.” “the zero-waste prophet,” had done the
—Michael Schulman flowers. Singer pointed up to the ceil-
1 ing to reveal his handiwork: four hun-
TRIMMINGS DEPT. dred yellow tulips, dangling by a length
NOTHING WASTED of wire, with the bulbs still attached.
“He found the wire on the street,” she
said.The tulips would be replanted later.
“So it’s not like any flower has to die
for this.” Bakker appeared, wearing a Lauren Singer
T-shirt with a picture of a crossed-out and Douglas McMaster
trash can.He said that he’d sourced the
he other day, in the kitchen of an tulips from a farm in New Jersey:“They They talked about grocery stores.
T event space called Fitzcarraldo, in behave beautifully when you suspend
Brooklyn, a visiting chef named Doug- them, because all the energy from the
“Oh, my God,” Echavarri said. “It fills
me with anxiety. It’s, like, mounds and
las McMaster was putting the final bulb keeps going down to the flower.” mounds of plastic.”
touches on a meal of what he called At 5:30 p.m., McMaster clinked a Kardon nodded. “Supermarkets are
“supernatural peasant food.” McMas- knife against a wineglass, and previewed filled with trash.”
ter is a zero-waste chef, meaning that the meal for the staff.It was vegetarian, Kunasagaran had remained quiet.
his meals produce no trash.At his res- but hearty:the carrots had been confited, “I’ve never been especially kind to the
taurant, Silo, in Brighton, England, he smoked, and grilled, to bring out their environment,” she said sheepishly, and
buys ingredients directly from farmers, “meatiness”;the celeriac had been treated pledged to take baby steps. “It’ll help
to avoid grocery-store packaging, and “like a leg of lamb.” “The beetroot is me sleep at night.”
returns peels and trimmings in the very much a beetroot,” he said. “And It was time to eat. Singer made a
form of compost, creating what he calls beetroot molasses—does anyone want speech, and reminded diners that they
a “closed loop.” His recipes strive to to try some?” He passed out pea-size would not be getting extra cutlery.“You
incorporate the whole vegetable. “So, drops.“Oopa!” Singer exclaimed. will see you have a fork and a knife in
like, these carrot tops, for instance,” he In the dining room, guests chatted front of you—guard that with your life.”
said, pointing to a plate of charred car- over cocktails (sea-bean Daiquiris, A woman quietly retrieved her knife
rot disks.“Ten per cent went into that Douglas-fir Old-Fashioneds). Mike from the communal butter plate.
oil, ninety per cent went into the trea- Sheffer said that his date, Isabel Kar- Talk turned to the trash in the ocean,
cle”—a dark sauce made from vegeta- don,a server at the farm-to-table restau- and the masses of plastic and rubber
ble scraps.“We maximize our resources rant Blue Hill, had converted him to flip-flops that routinely wash up on
to minimize waste.” the zero-waste life style.“Just be trash- Kenya’s beaches.“Why are they talking
The dinner was organized by Lau- free,” he said.“If you replace your one- about caravans of migrants?” said Mi-
ren Singer, the twenty-seven-year-old time-use items with reusable versions, chael Leva, who co-founded Sea Star
founder of Package Free Shop, in Wil- you can save a lot.” Beachwear,which makes espadrilles that
liamsburg.(She’s best known for fitting Kardon opened her tote bag to show stay on your feet.“They should be talking
six years’ worth of trash into a single off the utensils she carries around. “It about caravans of trash.”
Mason jar.) At Fitzcarraldo, she said might be a little gross, but at this point After dinner, McMaster gathered
that she’d been “obsessed” with Mc- I just never wash them,” she said. “Is his crew for a wrap meeting. He
Master since discovering his work on that too much?” squinted into the compost bin, which
Instagram.“I’d always thought that res- Juj Echavarri, an anesthesiologist, contained a mixture of vegetables,
taurants are inherently unsustainable, had brought her friend Geetha Kuna- eggshells, and slices of bread. “Tris-
but Doug kind of shifted my whole sagaran,a technologist at Bank of Amer- tram makes Toast Ale out of bread,
conception,” she said. She’d organized ica. “I’m not gonna get into my situa- so these bits of bread shouldn’t be in
the event, she added, to “spark conver- tion, but when I run the dishwasher I here,” he said. “Next time, these ones
sation and community around zero waste put them in there,” Echavarri said.“So we keep, O.K.?”
and restaurants.” at least they get washed.” —Han Zhang
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hind her cast and crew, reach up, grab
ANNALS OF ENTERTAINMENT them by the shoulders,and march them
over to whatever she wishes to show
them.She emerged from her break and
RAW MATERIAL took Celia Imrie, who plays Phyllis,
aside.She had decided that she wanted
Pamela Adlon mines decades of experience on the fringes of Hollywood. Phyllis, whose cognitive abilities have
gradually flagged over the course of
BY CARRIE BATTAN the series, not to recognize one of the
friends,Rich,played by Diedrich Bader.
Instead, she would think he was “a
handsome,sexy man” to flirt with,Adlon
said.“Even though he’s gay.”
After the next take, Bader left the
set, appearing stricken.In 2017, his fa-
ther died, after struggling with Alz-
heimer’s disease.“Alzheimer’s patients
are trying to prove, like drunks, that
they’re fine,” Bader said.“Before, it was
a light, frothy scene about the mom
not liking the risotto. And then she
sprang this on me and didn’t tell me
she was going to change the way she
did it.This show, it’s a fluid thing.”
Adlon, however, felt that she had
crossed a tonal boundary that didn’t
suit the show.“It was very intense,” she
told me the next day.“Now we’re get-
ting tragic. And I always have to re-
member that my show is a comedy.”
“Better Things,” which airs on FX,
is concerned above all with realism.
“Smaller is better,” Adlon said. The
show is loosely the story of a middle-
aged single mother of three daughters
who is also a working actor. Like
Adlon, Sam is not starved for roles,
but casting directors are not chasing
“A million horrible things happened,” Adlon said, of making “Better Things.” after her, either. Sam is lewd and in-
delicate, but the show has a gentle way
ach day, on the set of her show door (as Adlon’s mother does in real of exploring how a single mother in
E “Better Things,” the director and
actor Pamela Adlon retreats to a small
life), barges into her kitchen. Adlon’s
character, Sam Fox, is hanging out with
the entertainment industry must jug-
gle her friends, her aging mother, her
room while the cast and crew eat lunch. her brother and a couple of friends, work, her shoddy romantic prospects,
She turns off the lights, shuts down her cooking a meal. After a take, Adlon, and the needs of her precocious, head-
phone, removes her pants and her bra, who likes to describe her show as strong children. It is a sitcom in the
and lies face down on a couch. Often, “handmade,” darted behind the direc- lineage of shows such as “Girls” and
she falls asleep.Adlon is a single mother tor’s monitor to review the footage. “Insecure”—and “Louie,” which Adlon
of three daughters, as well as one of the The cast broke for lunch, and she re- co-wrote and guest-starred on. It ex-
few showrunners who direct, produce, treated to her chamber of solitude. presses a character-driven point of
write, and star in their own series.This Adlon, who is five feet one inch, view rather than following a narrative
makeshift sensory-deprivation room is hunches constantly. She loves to call arc. Many such shows land on unset-
often the only opportunity she has to people “bro” and has the energy of a tling or unresolved notes to affirm
generate new ideas. hyperactive teen-ager, but she also has their commitment to truth. Adlon,
One afternoon in September,during a tendency to lumber about, brows fur- though, is not afraid to make feel-
the filming of the show’s third season, rowed.She looks prepubescent one mo- good television. “It always feels like
Adlon was directing a scene in which ment and geriatric the next, and that these are real choices being made, and
her character’s increasingly absent- makes it difficult to guess her age,which it is, at the end of the day, a very life-
minded mother, Phyllis, who lives next is fifty-two. She likes to come up be- affirming, heartwarming show,” Dan
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Cohen, one of the executive producers one minute. “It was a great defuser,” sister of a Pink Lady, in “Grease 2,” to
of the Netflix series “Stranger Things,” Adlon told me. an alien in an episode of “Star Trek:
told me.“The show isn’t made with a One of the revelations of “Better The Next Generation” to Jenny Shein-
grudge.” Things” is that children are the peo- feld, the daughter of a doctor in “E/R,”
“She did something that every writer ple least sensitive to the plight of their a short-lived CBS parody of “ER.”
is supposed to do, but they never ac- parents. Sam’s daughters are blithely Four decades of scrapping for parts
tually do, which is write the show that indifferent to her struggles. Adlon is has given her a deep well of bad Holly-
only she could write,” Tom Kapinos, not afraid to convey that most of the wood experiences to be addressed on-
the creator of “Californication,” said. emotion generated in the act of par- screen, and “Better Things” doubles as
In 2007, he cast Adlon in the pilot enting is not love.“I can’t remember a a critique of an entertainment indus-
of that show as Marcy, a foulmouthed time when I’ve seen my mom stay at try that glorifies a small minority of
aesthetician.Kapinos had no long-term home and relax,” Gideon, her oldest stars while largely demoralizing an
plans for the role of Marcy, but he ad- daughter, told me. “I can remember army of supporting actors and crew
mired Adlon’s unflinching capacity for when she’s had a breakdown because members. In the nineteen-nineties,
raunch and kept her on as a perma- it’s been too much.All of us have been Adlon worked on a monster film called
nent cast member. (He said she be- really difficult.” Gideon, who is twenty- “The Gate 2: Trespassers.” One scene
came his “gutter muse.”) one, has moved out of her mother’s required her to wear a harness and get
Even in the age of autofiction and house twice—once for a brief stint at pulled through a ceiling, a maneuver
the television auteur, “Better Things” college and once to her own apartment that had not initially been classified as
is particularly autobiographical.Adlon in Hollywood—before promptly re- a stunt. Adlon’s head broke through
initially considered tweaking the cen- turning home. Gideon’s best friend, the ceiling, leaving her unconscious.
tral character to distinguish between who works as a member of the art de- “When I came to, my arms were com-
Sam’s life and her own—“to make her partment on “Better Things,” also lived pletely torn up,” she told me. After
a manicurist, or have a gay brother at Adlon’s house for a while.“My mom protesting, she was given an eight-
living in the back yard, or something,” is a charity,” Gideon said. hundred-dollar stunt fee.
she said—but eventually she decided When television audiences hear the Adlon showed me a scene from a
that the details of her own life felt word “showrunner,” they often assume new “Better Things” episode that re-
the most resonant. Sam lives in a that that person is responsible for the calls this incident. While shooting a
shabby-chic home in the Valley, or- majority of the creative decisions on a blockbuster film in the desert heat,Sam
namented with an eclectic collection show. But there is a carrousel of pro- is strapped into a fast car. Everyone is
of trinkets and art made by friends. fessionals involved in any production— uncomfortable—two of her co-stars
(Adlon picked out the art that crowds there are the writers, the directors, the vomit—but not quite uncomfortable
the walls of the house built to stage executive producer,and the stars.Adlon enough to protest.
the show.) One of the few points of spins all these plates at once. She has Sam, however, cannot hold back
deviation between Adlon and Sam is evangelized to other showrunners the from talking about it. She stands be-
that the fictional character is more importance of directing. Issa Rae, the fore a few crew members, perspiring
vocal about her feelings. It’s satisfy- creator and star of “Insecure,” wrote heavily.“Was that legal, what just hap-
ing to watch Sam snap at her chil- me in an e-mail,“She’s always exhausted pened?” she asks,the director in earshot.
dren,her mother,colleagues,or strang- and claims it’s worth it, but I don’t want As consolation, he offers her access to
ers, as if Adlon is reacting onscreen that life. She’s great at it and loves to his private toilet.
in ways that she is unable to in real challenge herself more and more every “This was, like, my MeToo re-
life.In an episode of the third season, season.” Rae added, “No thanks.” sponse,” Adlon told me, but it was one
which will begin airing on Febru- Felicia Fasano, the show’s casting framed more broadly around abuses of
ary 28th, Sam takes her daughters to director, has known Adlon for almost power on set.“Which I think is more
drive go-karts. Just before they strap fourteen years, but after reading the rampant than the other stuff, and no-
in, Sam’s daughter Frankie asks, “Do script of the “Better Things” pilot she body talks about it.” The mistreatment
you want to ride the go-karts, or not?” called Adlon to apologize:“I’m so sorry of non-famous actors and crew mem-
Sam turns to her and says, “No, I re- for all those times I’ve made you have bers looms large in Adlon’s experience
ally don’t. But I’m trying to give you dinner with me! Oh, my God, I forget of Hollywood.“It’s producers, it’s stu-
guys a fun childhood, and, at the same how busy you are.” dios, it’s directors,” she said. “Every-
time, to not die or get paralyzed.” body’s afraid to say something.People
(Adlon once took her children go-kart-
ing, and got whiplash.) Later, when
“ B etter Things” is Adlon’s first time
directing a TV show, but she has
are afraid for their jobs.”
Yet directing a meta scene like this
the girls are arguing over who will been acting since she was twelve years forces Adlon to assume the duties of
ride home in the front seat, Sam tries old, mostly in parts that she calls “kick- the people she is critiquing. She’s now
to solve the problem the way Adlon’s around side characters ...the little rac- the person with the power to abuse or
mother once had: she instructs them coons,the guest stars.” Her IMDb page to behave responsibly. The scene was
to spew the meanest, foulest possible lists a hundred and ninety acting cred- shot in the Inland Empire of California,
remarks to one another for exactly its, with roles ranging from the younger in hundred-degree heat. “It was the
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m.c. the party, using another micro-
phone.“People love hearing her talk,”
Willis said. Adlon’s husky, androgy-
nous voice—a surfer-bro affect with a
faint New York accent—is her defining
characteristic and her meal ticket.She
told me that her voice-over jobs, which
she began doing at age nine, are her
most lucrative. (She said, of her pay-
checks from voicing Bobby Hill on
“King of the Hill,” “That’s the money
my ex-husband is interested in.”) The
high-pitched rasp of her voice sounds
like that of a child chain-smoker, and
magnifies the comic effect of her pro-
fane way of speaking. According to
Gideon, Adlon was given the nick-
name F-mom by her daughter’s prin-
cipal, for cursing at a school event.That
isn’t to say that Adlon is aggressive or
domineering; on the many occasions
I heard her ask someone for some-
thing—a waiter for extra sauce, an ed-
itor to rewind the tape on a scene—
she followed up with a thundering “I
love you!” If anything sticks with au-
diences, it is Adlon’s voice, a version of
which has been passed down to all
three of her daughters. (Gideon has
“He won’t bite, but he carries with him a large repository of judgments.” just begun doing voice work, as well
as acting in feature films.) “But, even
• • now, at the most recent party I had, I
would still say that most of the people
at the party, although in show busi-
second week of shooting—I have all a teen-ager, Adlon was friendly with ness, did not really know who she was,”
these people to take care of,” Adlon said. Katey Sagal, who played Peggy Bundy Willis said.
Adlon’s father, Don Segall, was a in “Married with Children” and who “Nobody gets my name right, ever,
screenwriter and producer who took starred in the FX series “Sons of An- or my show right, or me,” Adlon said,
her to sound stages when she was a archy.”Through Sagal,Adlon met Allee sounding proud and amused. Just a
girl, but it was her mother, Marina, Willis, an eccentric artist and song- few weeks before, she had flown to
who created the blueprint for her ca- writer two decades her senior—she co- New York to participate in Glamour’s
reer. Segall was intermittently unem- wrote the “Friends” theme song, plus Women of the Year Summit. “And
ployed, and so Marina Segall, who is hits for Earth, Wind & Fire.This past my makeup woman, who I love, puts
British, worked as a travel agent and a Christmas Eve,Willis and Adlon,along me on Instagram: ‘Oh, my God, the
reporter, among other jobs, as the fam- with Marina, Gideon, and Frank Zap- best boss in the world! I love her so
ily bounced between Los Angeles and pa’s daughter Diva Zappa, went to To- much. You have to watch her show,
New York City. Adlon and her older luca Lake, California—about seven “Better Days.” ’ ”
brother, Gregory Segall, were exposed miles from Adlon’s home in the San In Adlon’s post-production editing
to the fringes of Hollywood—minor Fernando Valley—and followed a dec- office, a mock promotional poster for
screenwriters, classmates whose par- orated bus full of carollers which was the show hangs by the door.Instead of
ents worked in the business.“As a child, blasting music to crowds of revellers. “Better Things,” the poster reads “Bet-
she was meant for this world,” Marina At Willis’s parties, which are at- ter Days,” and, instead of Adlon, it pic-
told me. One of Adlon’s close friends tended by industry people ranging from tures the actress Constance Zimmer—
is the actress and talk-show host Ricki “A-list all the way at the top to D-list the two look quite similar, and Zimmer
Lake, whom she met while attending all the way at the bottom,” Willis said, appeared in the “Better Things” pilot
Manhattan’s Professional Children’s she wears a microphone, so that all the as another actress auditioning for the
School.She befriended Lenny Kravitz guests can hear her conversations, even same role as Sam. Under Zimmer’s
in high school; he was a guest star in if they don’t get the opportunity to image is the name “Pan Aldon.” Fake
the first season of “Better Things.” As speak to her. Occasionally, Adlon will reviews of the show feature several of
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Adlon’s least favorite words: “A brave, gives a fuck about everything, but she part of my life,” Adlon told me.“I say
empowering, badass feminist,” and “So doesn’t give a fuck about anything.” this line in my show this season: ‘I’ve
brave. Real thighs.” Adlon married the movie producer aged out of men like kids age out of
Felix Adlon (the son of the German the foster-care system.’”
dlon got her first video camera in director Percy Adlon),in 1997.They had
A 1986, when she was twenty. Ma- three daughters—Gideon,Odessa,who
donna’s “True Blue” album had just is now eighteen, and Rocky, fifteen—
n 2006,Phil Rosenthal recommended
I
Adlon to the producers of “Lucky
come out, and the singer held a con- before divorcing, in 2009. Felix Adlon Louie,” a short-lived HBO show writ-
test for young filmmakers to create a then moved to Europe. In “Better ten and directed by Louis C.K. The
video for the title track. Adlon and Things,” Sam’s ex-husband gets the vil- show was, in many ways, a dry run for
two friends made one that was cho- lain treatment—he comes to Los An- FX’s “Louie.” “Lucky Louie” had a more
sen as a finalist, an achievement that geles for the summer only to warn her conventional format than its succes-
she describes as “the most exciting that he won’t have much time to spend sor—it was a multi-camera sitcom
thing in my life.” Around the same with their kids. Marina Segall, who is filmed before a live studio audience—
time, she helped direct a documen- as cheeky and chatty as Celia Imrie por- but it hinted at the ways in which tele-
tary called “Street Sweep.” Adlon and trays her to be on “Better Things,” told vision creators could deploy their biog-
her friends would head to downtown me, “She was always the person who raphies and points of view to deconstruct
Los Angeles to befriend and film peo- earns the money.The fact that she’s had a tired genre.C.K.played a broke, sex-
ple who had become homeless as a to pay her ex-husband a great deal of ually frustrated mechanic married to a
result of President Reagan’s federal money when he basically, as far as I nurse. At the audition, “I was brought
housing-budget cuts. “There were so know, never earned a dime ...I don’t in up against all these blondes and cute
many documentaries narrated by Mar- think that’s easy for her, but she never women,” Adlon told me.“And he says
tin Sheen, or whatever,” Adlon said. talks about it.” he wanted to cast me because I was a
“This was for people to be able to speak For both Adlon and Sam, dating in mother of three, and that was interest-
for themselves.” middle age is a nuisance that must be ing, and he knew I would have stories
The documentary made it into the extinguished quickly each time it pops to tell.” In the first episode of the se-
Cleveland International Film Festival, up. “I don’t think dating is gonna be ries, C.K.’s character masturbates in a
but Adlon was rejected from New York
University’s Tisch Film & Television
program. She spent a single semester
at Sarah Lawrence.“I was really more
interested in working,” she told me.
She’d already scored a number of roles
that fans and colleagues still associate
with her, appearing in “The Facts of
Life” and “Say Anything.”
In the early nineties, Adlon was cast
in “Down the Shore,” a pre-“Friends”
sitcom about the foibles of a group of
twenty-somethings at the Jersey Shore.
“Right away, I fell in love with her, be-
cause she was the funniest one,” Phil
Rosenthal, one of the show’s writers
and the creator of “Everybody Loves
Raymond,” told me.But Adlon’s char-
acter was eventually cut from the show,
because, according to Rosenthal, she
wasn’t attractive enough. “I was furi-
ous about it,” he said.“I thought, This
is everything that’s wrong with TV.
Nobody watches a sitcom because of
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closet while his wife, Kim, played by “Louie” won two Emmys for its writ- finding a masterpiece hidden in plain
Adlon, gives their daughter a bath. ing.“There was an immediate sophis- sight that might have been overlooked
“Lucky Louie” was cancelled before tication and coolness to it. She just because of biases we have carried for-
its second season ran, but Adlon and hooked up with the right person,” Allee ward in our industry and our society.”
C.K.had become close.Together, they Willis said of Adlon’s relationship to
wrote a pilot that was rejected by CBS C.K. “Because she was involved in so dlon likes to say that the chal-
and Fox. But FX picked up another
show, “Louie,” with Adlon as a writer,
much of his work, I think that trans-
lated over when she finally got a chance
A lenges of single parenting equipped
her with the skills necessary for run-
and it began airing in 2010.The series to do her own thing.” ning her own show, and she exudes a
was her first exposure to a new way of Like many networks, FX wanted maternal energy on her set.When some-
making television—one in which a sin- more of the kind of deconstructed,per- one is sick, she is sure to suggest a rem-
gle person could exhibit complete cre- sonality-driven shows that C.K. had edy, which is typically homeopathic.“I
ative control over a project.But,as much pioneered, but ones that featured the want to hear your sinus-infection story!”
as the show represents C.K.’s vision, it perspectives of people of color and she shouted across the set at a crew
is indebted to the sensibility of Adlon, women.The network tried to buy Aziz member one day.When I had arrived,
who helped serve as a proxy for the fe- Ansari’s “Master of None,” but lost a I had been presented with a reusable
male characters who enter Louie’s orbit. bidding war to Netflix. At the time, water bottle by an FX representative,
When C.K.was writing an episode in Adlon was acting in a major-network who explained that single-use plastic
which his character goes out on a date television show—“a big-budget show bottles were not permitted. Between
with an overweight woman, he called for NBC or ABC, one of those,” she takes, Adlon took colloidal silver for
Adlon and asked her for dialogue for told me. (She has had so many parts her own sinus infection. She is fixated
the woman. “I said, ‘Tell her to say, “I in the past four decades that they blur on food, and on making sure that
got my period when I was nine,” ’ ” together.) “I was doing an arc and a her cast and crew are fed properly.On
Adlon told me.When the episode aired, Friday turned into a Saturday, and I set, there is kombucha on tap, and,
in 2014, the Washington Post described was, like, ‘What the fuck? Don’t they the day I visited, a food truck arrived
the woman’s monologue as an “epic, have kids? Don’t they want to go home?’ midafternoon to serve bowls of cucum-
mesmerizing speech.” I remember being on set that day and ber and mango with chili salt to the
Adlon guest-starred on the show as thinking, I’m ready. I think I know cast and crew.“Food truck! Food truck!
one of Louie’s dear friends, with whom how to run a show.” C.K.pitched Adlon Food truck!” Adlon yelled,like a middle-
he is also in love.They have a cat-and- as a showrunner, and the first season school softball coach.
mouse relationship. She repeatedly re- of “Better Things”—with C.K.as Ad- Despite the familial environment
sists his overtures. One night she is lon’s co-writer and executive pro- that Adlon has tried to cultivate on
babysitting his daughters and, when he ducer—began shooting in the spring set, “Better Things” has experienced
returns home, he tries to force himself of 2016. major setbacks. “A million horrible
on her.“This would be rape if you weren’t “This is what I would call, in busi- things happened, and then other fuck-
so stupid,” she tells him,more exhausted ness terms, arbitrage,” John Landgraf, ing earth-shattering, terrible things
than afraid.“You can’t even rape well.” the C.E.O.of FX, told me.“It’s about happened,” Adlon told me.For the first
season, FX hired Nisha Ganatra, who
has worked on Lena Dunham’s “Girls”
and Jill Soloway’s “Transparent,” to di-
rect seven episodes. It eventually be-
came clear that Adlon should be di-
recting the show, but the shift to install
her was turbulent; in Adlon’s words, it
was “a fucking shit show.” (According
to Ganatra, there was always an un-
derstanding that Adlon would take
over directing duties.) The Directors
Guild of America has rigid rules in
place to prevent executive producers
or other employees of a show from re-
placing directors, and a grievance was
filed. “That got really bumpy,” Gana-
tra said. FX hired Lance Bangs to
“smooth the transition,” Adlon said.
(“They had to hire some guy, and that
was a little disappointing,” Ganatra
“Have you given any thought to my suggestion about a sculpture told me.)
that’s just a chubby kid constantly peeing?” After the first season, Adlon was
nominated for an Emmy for acting,
and she received a Peabody Award for
the show, as well as the go-ahead to
direct the second season. As a direc-
tor, Adlon prefers warm, natural light.
She has instructed her camera crew to
watch John Cassavetes movies and
take notes; she has a fixation on Cas-
savetes’s ability to make “conversa-
tional, documentary-style films,” she
told me. “Like a fable, based on real-
ity.” She shoots the minimum num-
ber of takes possible to nail a scene;
this is partly so that she and her em-
ployees can get home to their fami-
lies. She likes to let her shots linger
even when the dialogue is over, allow-
ing the scene to wallow in its own
awkwardness or tension.
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR
The mysteries surrounding the author of the best-selling thriller “The Woman in the Window.”
BY IAN PARKER
D
an Mallory,a book editor turned ing and talented” graduate student at leviate depression, he had undergone
novelist, is tall, good-looking, Oxford;there,Mallory had focussed his electroconvulsive therapy, three times a
and clever. His novel, “The studies on Patricia Highsmith’s Tom week, for one or two months. It had
Woman in the Window,” which was Ripley novels,which are about a charm- “worked,” Mallory noted, adding, “I’m
published under a lightly worn pseu- ing, brilliant impostor. very grateful.” He said that he still had
donym,A.J.Finn,was the hit psycholog- Now thirty-nine,Mallory lives in New ECT treatments once a year.“You knew
ical thriller of the past year.Like “Gone York, in Chelsea.He spent much of the he was telling us something that was
Girl,” by Gillian Flynn (2012), and “The past year travelling—Spain,Bulgaria,Es- really true,” Scott recalled.In the room,
Girl on the Train,” by Paula Hawkins tonia—for interviews and panel discus- there was “a huge surge of sympathy.”
(2015), each of which has sold millions sions. He repeated entertaining, upbeat Mallory had frequently referred to
of copies, Mallory’s novel, published in remarks about his love of Alfred Hitch- electroconvulsive therapy before.But, in
January, 2018, features an unreliable cock and French bulldogs. When he those instances, he had included it in a
first-person female narrator,an apparent made an unscheduled appearance at a list of therapies that he had considered
murder, and a possible psychopath. gathering of bloggers in São Paulo, he unsatisfactory in the years between 2001,
Mallory sold the novel in a two-book, was greeted with pop-star screams. when he graduated from Duke Univer-
two-million-dollar deal.He dedicated it One evening in September,in Christ- sity, and 2015, when he was given a di-
to a man he has described as an ex-boy- church,New Zealand,Mallory sat down agnosis of bipolar II disorder, and found
friend,and secured a blurb from Stephen in the bar of the hotel where he and relief through medication.In a talk that
King: “One of those rare books that re- other guests of a literary festival were Mallory gave at a library in Centennial,
ally is unputdownable.” Mallory was staying.Tom Scott,an editorial cartoonist Colorado, soon after his book’s publica-
profiled in the Times, and the novel was and a screenwriter, was struck by Mal- tion, he said, “I resorted to hypnother-
reviewed in this magazine.A Washing- lory’s self-assurance, which reminded apy, to electroconvulsive therapy, to ket-
ton Post critic contended that Mallory’s him of Sam Shepard’s representation of amine therapy, to retail therapy.”
prose “caresses us.” The novel entered Chuck Yeager, the test pilot, in the film In that talk, as in dozens of appear-
the Times best-seller list at No. 1—the “The Right Stuff.” “He came in wear- ances, Mallory adopted a tone of witty
first time in twelve years that a début ing the same kind of bomber jacket,” self-deprecation. (An audience mem-
novel had done so. A film adaptation, Scott said recently, in a fondly teasing ber asked him if he’d considered a ca-
starring Amy Adams and Gary Oldman, tone.“An incredibly good-looking guy. reer in standup comedy.) But Mallo-
was shot in New York last year.Mallory He sat down and plonked one leg over ry’s central theme was that, although
has said that his second novel is likely the arm of his chair, and swung that leg depression may have caused him to
to appear in early 2020—coinciding, he casually, and within two minutes he’d think poorly of himself, he was in fact
hopes,with the Oscar ceremony at which mentioned that he had the best-selling a tremendous success.“I’ve thrived on
the film of “The Woman in the Win- novel in the world this year.” Mallory both sides of the Atlantic,” he said.“I’m
dow” will be honored.Translation rights also noted that he’d been paid a million like Adele!” He’d reached a mass read-
have been acquired in more than forty dollars for the movie rights to “The ership with a first novel that, he said,
foreign markets. Woman in the Window.” Scott said, had honored E. M. Forster’s exhorta-
Mallory can be delightful company. “He was enjoying his success so much. tion in “Howards End”: “Only con-
Jonathan Karp, the publisher of Si- It was almost like an outsider looking nect.” Mallory described himself as a
mon & Schuster, recently recalled that in on his own success.” man “of discipline and compassion.”
Mallory, as a junior colleague in the Mallory and Scott later appeared at Mallory also explained that he had
New York book world,had been “charm- a festival event that took the form of a come to accept that he was attractive—
ing, brilliant,” and a “terrific writer of lighthearted debate between two teams. or “semi-fit to be viewed by the semi-
e-mail.”Tess Gerritsen,the crime writer, The audience was rowdy;Scott recalled naked eye.” On a trip to China, he had
met Mallory more than a decade ago, that,when it was Mallory’s turn to speak, been told so by his “host family.” At a
when he was an editorial assistant; she he flipped the room’s mood. He an- talk two weeks later, he repeated the
remembers him as “a charming young nounced that he was going “off script” anecdote but identified the host fam-
man” who wrote deft jacket copy.Craig to share something personal—for what ily as Japanese.
Raine, the British poet and academic, Scott understood to be the first time. Such storytelling is hardly scandal-
told me that Mallory had been a “charm- Mallory said that once, in order to al- ous.Mallory was taking his first steps as
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houses dropped out.This move reflected
an industry-wide unease with Mallory
that never became public, and that did
not stand in the way of his enrichment:
William Morrow, Mallory’s employer
at the time, kept bidding, and bought
his book.
Mallory had by then spent a decade
in publishing,in London and New York,
and many people in the profession had
heard rumors about him, including the
suggestion that he had left jobs under
peculiar circumstances. Several former
colleagues of Mallory’s who were inter-
viewed for this article recalled feeling
deeply unnerved by him.One, in Lon-
don, said, “He exploited people who
were sweet-natured.” A colleague at
William Morrow told friends, “There’s
this guy in my office who’s got a ‘Tal-
ented Mr. Ripley’ thing going on.” In
2013,Sophie Hannah,the esteemed Brit-
ish crime-fiction writer, whose work in-
cludes the sanctioned continuation of
Agatha Christie’s series of detective nov-
els, was one of Mallory’s authors; she
came to distrust accounts that he had
• • given about being gravely ill.
I recently called a senior editor at a
New York publishing company to dis-
a public figure.Most people have jazzed ing with gothic personal fictions, ap- cuss the experience of working with
up an anecdote, and it is a novelist’s job parently designed to get attention,bring Mallory.“My God,” the editor said,with
to manipulate an audience. him advancement, or to explain away a laugh.“I knew I’d get this call.I didn’t
But in Colorado Mallory went fur- failings. “Money and power were im- know if it would be you or the F.B.I.”
ther. He said that, while he was work- portant to him,” a former publishing
ing at an imprint of the publisher Lit- colleague told me.“But so was drama, raig Raine taught English litera-
tle, Brown, in London, between 2009
and 2012, “The Cuckoo’s Calling,” a
and securing people’s sympathies.”
In 2001, Jeffrey Archer, the British
C ture at New College, Oxford, for
twenty years, until his retirement, in
thriller submitted pseudonymously by novelist, began a two-year prison sen- 2010.Every spring, he read applications
J.K.Rowling,had been published on his tence for perjury and perverting the from students who, having been ac-
recommendation. He said that he had course of justice. Nobody has accused cepted by Oxford to pursue a doctorate
taught at Oxford University, where he Dan Mallory of breaking the law, or of in English,hoped to be attached to New
had received a doctorate.“You got a prob- lying under oath, but his behavior has College during their studies. A decade
lem with that?” he added, to laughter. struck many as calculated and extreme. or so ago, Raine read an application
Mallory doesn’t have a doctorate from The former colleague said that Mal- from Dan Mallory, which described a
Oxford. Although he may have read lory was “clever and careful” in his “ruth- proposed thesis on homoeroticism in
Rowling’s manuscript, it was not pub- less” deceptions: “If there was some- Patricia Highsmith’s fiction.Unusually,
lished on his recommendation. (And thing that he wanted and there was a the application included an extended
he never “worked with” Tina Fey at way he could position himself to get it, personal statement.
Little, Brown, as an official biography he would. If there was a story to tell Raine, telling me about the essay
of Mallory claimed;a representative for that would help him, he would tell it.” during a phone conversation a few
Fey recently said that “he was not an This doesn’t look like poetic license, or- months ago, called it an astonishing
editor in any capacity on Tina’s book.”) dinary cockiness,or Nabokovian game- piece of writing that described almost
Moreover, according to many peo- playing; nor is it behavior associated unbearable family suffering.The essay
ple who know him, Mallory has a his- with bipolar II disorder. sought to explain why Mallory’s per-
tory of imposture, and of duping peo- In 2016, midway through the auc- formance as a master’s student at Ox-
ple with false stories about disease and tion for “The Woman in the Window,” ford, a few years earlier, had been good
death. Long before he wrote fiction the author’s real name was revealed to but not brilliant. Mallory said that his
professionally,Mallory was experiment- bidders.At that point, most publishing studies had been disrupted by visits to
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America, to nurse his mother, who had his mother on a publicity trip to New popular as a teen-ager, but Matt Cloud,
breast cancer. Raine recalled, “He had Zealand.“Only one of us will make it a Charlotte Latin classmate, recently
a brother, who was mentally disadvan- back alive,” he joked to a reporter.“She’s told me,by e-mail,that “Dan’s the best,”
taged, and also had cystic fibrosis.The quite spirited.” and was “a stellar performer” in a school
brother died while being nursed by him. I told Raine that Mallory’s mother production of “Arsenic and Old Lace.”
And Dan was supporting the family as was not dead. There was a pause, and In 1999,at the end of Mallory’s soph-
well. And the mother gradually died.” then he said,“If she’s alive,he lied.” Raine omore year in college, he published an
According to Raine, Mallory had de- underscored that he had taken Mallo- article in the Duke Chronicle which pur-
scribed how his mother rejected the idea ry’s essay to be factual.He asked me,“Is ported to describe events that had oc-
of suffering without complaint.Mallory the father alive? In the account I read, curred a few years earlier, when he was
often read aloud to her the passage in I’m almost a hundred per cent certain seventeen; he wrote that he was then
“Little Women” in which Beth dies,with that the father is dead.” The senior John living in a single-parent household.The
meek, tidy stoicism, so that his mother Mallory, once an executive at the Bank piece, titled “Take Full Advantage of
“could sneer at it, basically.” of America in Charlotte, also attended Suffering,” began:
Raine went on,“At some point,when the event at Queens University.He and
Dan was nursing her,he got a brain tumor, Pamela have been married for more than From a dim corner of her hospital room I
which he didn’t tell her about, because forty years. surveyed the patient, who appeared, tucked primly
under the crisp sheets, not so much recouping
he thought it would be upsetting to her. from surgery as steeped in a late-evening rev-
And, evidently, that sort of cleared up. an Mallory, who turned down re-
And then she died.The brother had al-
ready died.”
D quests to be interviewed for this
article, was born in 1979, into a family
erie. Her blank face registered none of the pris-
tine grimness which so often pervades medical
environs; hopeful hints of rose could be discerned
Raine admired the essay because it that he has called “very, very Waspy,” in her pale skin; and with each gentle inhalation,
her chest lifted slowly but reassuringly heaven-
“knew it was moving but didn’t exag- even though his parents both had a ward. Mine, by contrast, palpitated so furiously
gerate—it was written calmly.” Raine Catholic education and he has described that I braced myself for cardiac arrest.
is the longtime editor of Areté, a liter- himself as having been a “precocious I do not know whether she spied me as I
ary magazine, and he not only helped Catholic” in childhood. His maternal gazed downward, contemplating the unjustly col-
Mallory secure a place at New College; grandfather, John Barton Poor, was the loquial sound of “lumpectomy,” or if some pri-
mally maternal instinct alerted her to my pres-
he invited him to expand the essay for chairman and chief executive of R.K.O. ence, but in a coarse, ragged voice, she breathed
publication.“He worked at it for a cou- General, which owned TV and radio my name: “Dan.”
ple of months,” Raine said. “Then he stations.Mallory was perhaps referring
said that, after all, he didn’t think he to Poor when, as an undergraduate at His mother, he wrote, urged him “to
could do it.” Mallory explained that his Duke, he wrote in a student paper that, write to your colleges and tell them your
mother, a private person, might have at the age of nine, he had “slammed the mother has cancer.” Mallory said that
preferred that he not publish. Instead, keyboard cover of my grandfather’s he complied, adding, “I hardly feel I
he reviewed a collection of essays by Steinway onto my exposed penis.” The capitalized on tragedy—rather,I merely
the poet Geoffrey Hill. article continued, “As I beheld the squeezed lemonade from the proverbial
Pamela Mallory, Dan’s mother, does lemons.” In college applications, he
seem to be a private person: her Insta- noted, “I lamented, in the sweeping,
gram account is locked.When I briefly tragic prose of a Brontë sister, the un-
met her, some weeks after I’d spoken settling darkness of the master bedroom,
to Raine,she declined to be interviewed. where my mother, reeling from bom-
She lives for at least part of the year in bardments of chemotherapy,lay for days
a large house in Amagansett, near the huddled in a fetal position.”
Devon Yacht Club, where a celebratory This strategy apparently failed with
lunch was held for Mallory last year. Princeton. In the article, Mallory re-
(On Instagram, he once posted a video called writing to Fred Hargadon, then
clip of the club’s exterior, captioned, flushed member pinned against the ivo- Princeton’s dean of admissions. “You
“The first rule of yacht club is: you do ries like the snakeling in Rikki-Tikki- heartless bastard,” the letter supposedly
not talk about yacht club.”) In 2013, at Tavi, I immediately feared my urinat- began.“What kind of latter-day Stalin
a country club in Charlotte,North Car- ing days were over.” refuses admission to someone in my
olina, Pamela Mallory attended the Dan and Jake Mallory have two sis- plight? Not that I ever seriously con-
wedding reception of her younger son, ters, Hope and Elizabeth.When Dan sidered gracing your godforsaken insti-
John, who goes by Jake, and who was was nine or so, the family moved from tution with my presence—you should
then working at Wells Fargo. At the Garden City, on Long Island, to Vir- be so lucky—but I’m nonetheless re-
wedding, she and Dan danced. This ginia, and then to Charlotte, where he lieved to know that I won’t be attend-
year, Pamela and other family mem- attended Charlotte Latin, a private ing a university whose administrators
bers were photographed at a talk that school. The family spent summers in opt to ignore oncological afflictions;
Dan gave at Queens University of Char- Amagansett. In interviews, Mallory perhaps if I’d followed the example of
lotte.Dan has described travelling with has sometimes joked that he was un- your prized student Lyle Menendez and
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killed my mother, things would have In 2001, Mallory was the student Dolan asked, “You had the disci-
turned out differently.” speaker at Duke’s commencement. As pline to, say, not kick the door down?”
Mallory ended his article with an in his cancer article, he made a debat- Mallory, committed to twenty-two
exhortation to his readers:“Make suffer- er’s case for temerity, in part by deploy- hours and ten minutes, said that he
ing worth it.When the silver lining proves ing temerity.He called himself a “nov- had torn a brass towel ring off the wall,
elusive, when the situation cannot be elist,” and said that he had missed out straightened it into a pipe, “and sort of
helped, nothing empowers so much as on a Rhodes Scholarship only because hacked away at the area right above the
working for one’s own advantage.” he’d been too cutely candid in an inter- doorknob.” He continued, “I did even-
At some point in Mallory’s teen years, view:when asked what made him laugh, tually bore my way through it, but by
I learned, his mother did have cancer. he’d said, “My dog,” rather than some- that point my fingers were bloody, I
But the essay feels like a blueprint for thing rarefied.He described talking his was screaming obscenities.This is the
the manipulations later exerted on Craig way into the thesis program of Duke’s point—of course—at which the father
Raine and others: inspiring pity and English Department, despite not hav- of the house walked in!” After Dolan
furthering ambition while holding a ing done the qualifying work.He com- asked him if he’d resorted to eating
pose of insouciance. pared his stubborn “attitude” on this toothpaste, Mallory steered the conver-
In the summer of 1999, Mallory in- matter to struggles over civil rights. In sation to Hitchcock.
terned at New Line Cinema, in New college, he said, “I had honed my per- In subsequent interviews, Mallory
York. He later claimed, in the Duke sonality to a fine lance, and could de- does not seem to have brought up this
Chronicle, that he “whiled away” the sum- ploy my character as I did my intellect.” bathroom again.But the exchange gives
mer “polishing” the horror film “Final a glimpse of the temptations and risks
Destination,” directed by James Wong.
“We need a young person like you to sex
“ T he Woman in the Window” is
narrated by Anna Fox, an agora-
of hyperbole: how, under even slight
pressure, an exaggeration can become
it up,” Mallory recalled being told.Wong phobic middle-aged woman, living alone further exaggerated.For a speaker more
told me that Mallory did not work on in a Harlem brownstone, who believes invested in advantage than in accuracy,
the script. that she has witnessed a violent act oc- such fabulation could be exhilarating—
Mallory spent his junior year abroad, curring in a neighbor’s living room.Early and might even lead to the dispatch, by
at Oxford, and the experience “changed in 2018, when Mallory began promot- disease, of a family member. I was re-
my attitude toward life,” he told Duke ing the novel, he sometimes said that cently told about two former publish-
Today in 2001. “I discovered British he, too, had “suffered from” agorapho- ing colleagues of Mallory’s who called
youth culture, went out clubbing. . . . I bia.He later said that he had never had him after he didn’t show up for a meet-
learned it was O.K.to have fun.” While the condition. ing. Mallory said that he was at home,
there, he published a dispatch, in the In an interview last January, on “Thrill taking care of someone’s dog.The meet-
Duke student publication TowerView, Seekers,” an online radio show, the writer ing continued, as a conference call.Mal-
describing an encounter with a would-be Alex Dolan asked Mallory about the lory now and then shouted, “No! Get
mugger, who asked him, “Want me to novel’s Harlem setting.Mallory said that, down!” After hanging up, the two col-
shoot your motherfucking mouth off ?” when describing Anna’s house, he had leagues looked at each other. “There’s
Mallory responded with witty aplomb, kept in mind the uptown home of a fam- no dog, right?” “No.”
and the mugger, cowed, scuttled “down ily friend, with whom he had stayed when
some anonymous alley to reflect on why he interned in New York. After a rare etween 2002 and 2004, Mallory
it is Bad To Threaten Other People, es-
pecially pushy Americans who doubt
hesitation, Mallory shared an anecdote: B studied for a master’s degree at
he said that he’d once accidentally locked Oxford.He took courses on twentieth-
he has a gun.” century literature and wrote a thesis
Before Oxford, Mallory had been on detective fiction. Professor John
self-contained—Jeffery West, who taught Kelly, a Yeats scholar who taught him,
Mallory in a Duke acting class, and cast told me, “He wrote very challenging
him in a production of Tom Stoppard’s and creative essays.I said to him once,
“Arcadia,” said that he was then a “gawky, ‘It can be a little florid.’ I always think
lanky kind of boy, an Other.” After Ox- that’s a wonderful fault, if it is a fault—
ford, Mallory was bolder.Mary Carmi- constantly looking for not just the mot
chael, a Duke classmate and his editor juste, as it were, but to give a spin on
at TowerView, told me that Mallory was the mot juste. And his e-mails to me
now likely to sweep into a room.An ar- himself in the house’s ground-floor bath- were like that, too; they were always
ticle in the Chronicle proposed that “being room.When he was eventually rescued, very amusing.” Chris Parris-Lamb,
center stage is a joy for Mallory.” He di- by his host, he had been trapped “for a New York literary agent, similarly
rected plays, which were well received, twenty-two hours and ten minutes.” impressed by Mallory’s e-mails, once
and he became a film critic for the Chron- “Wow!” Dolan said. suggested that he write a collection
icle. He ruled that Matt Damon had Mallory said, “So perhaps that of humorous essays, in the mode of
been “miserably graceless” as the star of contributed to my fascination with David Sedaris.
“The Talented Mr. Ripley.” agoraphobia.” As Kelly recalled, by the end of the
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two-year course Mallory was making
frequent trips to America, apparently
to address serious medical issues.Kelly
didn’t know the details of Mallory’s ill-
ness.“We talked in general terms,” Kelly
said.“I didn’t ever press him.” Kelly also
understood that Mallory’s mother had
a life-threatening illness.“Alas, she did
die,” Kelly told me, adding that he re-
spected Mallory’s “forbearance.”
Mallory received his master’s in 2004
and moved to New York. He applied
to be an assistant to Linda Marrow,
the editorial director of Ballantine, an
imprint of Random House known for
commercial fiction. At his interview,
he said that he had a love of popular
women’s fiction, which derived from
his having read it with his mother when
she was gravely ill with cancer.He later
said that he had once had brain can-
cer himself.
Mallory was given the job. He im- • •
pressed Tess Gerritsen and others with
his writing; he contributed a smart af-
terword to a reprint of “From Doon the card, but insisted that it was in he “anointed” Highsmith as the pri-
with Death,” Ruth Rendell’s first novel. error.He added that he was experienc- mary subject of his dissertation.But he
Adam Korn, then a Random House ing a recurrence of cancer. doesn’t seem to have published any
assistant, who saw a lot of Mallory so- scholarly articles on Highsmith, and
cially, told me that Mallory was “a good n an interview with the Duke alumni it’s not clear how much of a thesis he
guy, lovely to talk to, very informed,”
and already “serious about being a writer.”
I magazine last spring, Mallory said
that, as someone who was “very rules-
wrote. An Oxford arts doctorate gen-
erally takes at least three or four years;
Another colleague recalled that Mal- conscious,” he found Patricia Highsmith’s in 2009, midway through his second
lory immediately “gave off a vibe of representation of Tom Ripley,across five year, Mallory was signing e-mails, un-
‘I’m too good for this.’ ” Ballantine’s novels, to be “thrilling and disturbing truthfully, “Dr. Daniel Mallory.” Ox-
books were too down-market; Mallo- in equal measure.” He went on,“When ford recently confirmed to me that Mal-
ry’s role was too administrative. you read a Sherlock Holmes story, you lory never completed the degree.
As if impatient for advancement, know that,by the end,the innocent will At Oxford, Mallory became a stu-
Mallory often used his boss’s office late be redeemed or rewarded,the guilty will dent-welfare officer.In a guide for New
at night, and worked on her computer. be punished, and justice will be upheld College students, he introduced himself
On a few occasions in 2007, after Mal- or restored.Highsmith subverts all that. with brio, and invited students to ap-
lory had announced that he would soon Through some alchemy, she persuades proach him with any issues, “even if it’s
be leaving the company to take up doc- us to root for sociopaths.” on Eurovision night.” According to Tess
toral studies at Oxford, people found When, in a scene partway through Gerritsen,who had drinks with him and
plastic cups, filled with urine, in and “The Woman in the Window,” Anna others in Oxford one night, Mallory
near Linda Marrow’s office. These Fox thinks about another character, mentioned that he was “working on a
registered as messages of disdain, or “He could kiss me. He could kill me,” mystery novel,” which “might have been
as territorial marking. Mallory was Mallory is alluding to a pivotal mo- set in Oxford, the world of the dons.”
suspected of responsibility but was not ment in “The Talented Mr.Ripley.” On Mallory sometimes saw John Kelly,
challenged. No similar cups were the Italian Riviera, Ripley and Dickie his former professor, for drinks or din-
found after he quit.(Mallory, through Greenleaf, a dazzling friend who is tir- ner.“They were very, very merry occa-
a spokesperson, said,“I was not respon- ing of Ripley’s company, hire a motor- sions,” Kelly told me. He recalled that
sible for this.”) boat and head out to sea. In the boat, Mallory once declined an invitation to
A few months later, after Mallory Ripley considers that he “could have a party, saying that he would be tied
had moved to Oxford, his former em- hit Dickie, sprung on him, or kissed up in London, supporting a cancer-
ployers noticed unexplained spending, him, or thrown him overboard, and no- related organization. Kelly was struck
at Amazon.co.uk,on a corporate Amer- body could have seen him.” He then by Mallory’s public-spiritedness, and
ican Express card. When confronted, beats him to death with an oar. by his modesty. “I would have never
Mallory acknowledged that he had used Back at Oxford, Mallory has said, found out about it, except he wrote to
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signing with Little, Brown, Penny excit-
edly described Mallory as a former “Ox-
ford professor of literature.” Referring to
the bond between author and editor, she
added, “It is such an intimate relation-
ship, there needs to be trust.”
Others found his behavior off-put-
ting;it seemed unsuited to building long-
term professional relationships.The Lon-
don colleague said, “He was so full-on.
I thought, My God, what’s going on? It
was performative and calculating.” A Lit-
tle, Brown colleague, who was initially
impressed by Mallory, said,“He was not
modest, ever.” The colleague noted that
many editors got into trouble by disre-
garding sales and focussing only on books
that they loved, adding, “That certainly
never happened with him.” Little,Brown
authors were often “seduced by Dan” at
first but then “became disenchanted”
when he was “late with his edits or got
someone else to do them.”
“I’m feeling a little guilty for having introduced them to each other.” Mallory, who had just turned thirty,
told colleagues that he was impatient
to rise. He found friends in the com-
• • pany’s higher ranks.Having acquired a
princeling status,he used it to denigrate
me to say, ‘I’d love to be there, but it’s done enough” to earn such a position. colleagues.The London colleague said
going to be a long day in London.’ ” One of Mallory’s London colleagues that Mallory would tell his superiors,
(When Kelly learned that I had some to whom I spoke at length described “This is a bunch of dullards working
doubts about Mallory’s accounts of can- publishing as “a soft industry—and for you.” Another colleague said of Mal-
cer, he said that he was “astonished.”) much more so in London than in New lory, “When he likes you, it’s like the
At one point,Kelly noticed that Mal- York.” Hiring standards in London have sun shining on you.” But Mallory’s con-
lory no longer responded to notes sent improved in the past decade, this col- tempt for perceived enemies was dis-
to him through Oxford’s internal mail league said, but at the time of Mallo- concertingly sharp.“You don’t want to
system:he had left the university.Rob- ry’s hiring “it was much more a case of get on the wrong side of that,” the col-
ert Douglas-Fairhurst, his doctoral su- ‘I like the cut of your jib, you can have league recalled thinking.
pervisor, recently said of Mallory, “I’m a job,’ rather than ‘Have you actually Mallory moved into an apartment
very sorry that illness interrupted his got a Ph.D.from Oxford, and were you in Shoreditch, in East London. He
studies.” Mallory had begun looking an editor at Ballantine?’” wasn’t seen at publishing parties, and
for work in London publishing, de- Mallory was amusing, well read, and one colleague wondered if his extrover-
scribing himself as a former editor ebullient, and could make a memorable sion at lunch meetings served “to dis-
at Ballantine, not as an assistant. He first impression, over lunch, on literary guise crippling shyness” and habits of
claimed that he had two Ph.D.s: his agents and authors.He tended to speak solitude.On his book tour, Mallory has
Highsmith-related dissertation, from almost without pause. He’d begin with said that depression “blighted, blotted,
Oxford, and one from the psychology rapturous flattery—he told Louise Penny, and blackened” his adult life.A former
department of an American university, the Canadian mystery writer, that he’d colleague of his told me that Mallory
for research into Munchausen syn- read her manuscript three times, once seemed to be driven by fears of no lon-
drome.There’s no evidence that Mal- “just for fun”—and then shift to self- ger being seen as a “golden boy.”
lory ever undertook such research. A regard. He wittily skewered acquain- In the summer of 2010, Mallory told
former colleague recalls Mallory refer- tances and seemed always conscious of Little, Brown about a job offer from a
ring to himself as a “double-doctor.” his physical allure. He’d say, in passing, London competitor.He was promised
Toward the end of 2009,he was hired that he’d modelled for Guess jeans—“run- a raise and a promotion. A press re-
as a mid-level editor at Sphere, a com- way only”—or that he’d appeared on the lease announcing Mallory’s elevation
mercial imprint of Little, Brown. In cover of Russian Vogue. He mentioned described him as “entrepreneurial and
New York, news of this event caused a friendship with Ricky Martin. a true team player.”
puzzlement: an editor then at Ballan- This display was at times profession- By then,Mallory had made it widely
tine recalled feeling that Mallory “hadn’t ally effective.In a blog post written after known to co-workers that he had an
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inoperable brain tumor. He’d survived to the extent of ‘Does his family exist?’ accent and said “brilliant,” “bloody,” and
earlier bouts with cancer,but now a doc- and ‘Is he even called Dan Mallory?’ ” “Where’s the loo?”—as one colleague put
tor had told him that a tumor would Mallory was not fired.This fact points it, he was “a grown man walking around
kill him by the age of forty.He seemed to the strength of employee protections with a fake accent that everyone knows
to be saying that cancer—already iden- in the U.K.—it’s hard to prove the ab- is fake.” The habit lasted for years, and
tified and unequivocally fatal—would sence of a job offer—but also, perhaps, one can find a postman, not a mailman,
allow him to live for almost another de- to a sense of embarrassment and dread. in “The Woman in the Window.”
cade.The claim sounds more like a gob- The prospect of Mallory’s public antag- Some book editors immerse them-
lin’s curse than like a prognosis,but Mal- onism was evidently alarming: Little, selves in text; others focus on making
lory was persuasive; the colleague who Brown was conscious of the risks of “a deals. Mallory was firmly of the latter
was initially supportive of him recently fantasist walking around telling lies,” an type, and specialized in acquiring estab-
said, with a shake of the head, “Yes, I employee at the company told me. An- lished authors who had an international
believed that.” other source made a joking reference to reach. Before the end of 2012, he had
Some co-workers wept after hearing “The Talented Mr. Ripley”: “He could signed Wilbur Smith—once a giant in
the news. Mallory told people that he come at me with an axe. Or an oar.” popular historical fiction (and now, as
was seeking experimental treatments. In protecting his career,Mallory held Mallory put it in an e-mail to friends,
He took time off. In Little, Brown’s the advantage of his own failings: Little, “approximately four centuries old”).
open-plan office, helium-filled “Get Brown’s reputation would have been At some point that winter, Mallory
Well” balloons swayed over Mallory’s harmed by the knowledge that it had stopped coming into the office. This
desk. For a while, he wore a baseball hired,and then promoted,a habitual liar. mystified colleagues,who were given no
cap, even indoors, which was thought When Mallory left, many of his col- explanation.
to hide hair loss from chemotherapy. leagues were unaware of any unpleasant- On February 12, 2013, some people in
He explained that he hadn’t yet told his ness.There was even a small, awkward London who knew Mallory profession-
parents about his diagnosis,as they were dinner in his honor. ally received a group e-mail from Jake
aloof and unaffectionate. Before the Mallory, Dan’s brother, whom they’d
office closed for Christmas in 2011,Mal- wo weeks before Mallory left Lit- never met. Writing from a Gmail ad-
lory said that, as his parents had no in-
terest in seeing him, he would instead
T tle, Brown, it was announced that
he had accepted a job in New York, as
dress,Jake said that Dan would be going
to the hospital the next day, for the re-
make an exploratory visit to the facili- an executive editor at William Morrow, moval of a tumor.He’d be having “com-
ties of Dignitas,the assisted-death non- an imprint of HarperCollins. Publish- plicated surgery with several high risk
profit based in Switzerland. A Digni- ing professionals estimate that his start- factors, including the possibility of pa-
tas death occurs in a small house next ing salary was at least two hundred thou- ralysis and/or the loss of function below
to a machine-parts factory; there’s no sand dollars a year.That fall, he moved the waist.” But, Jake went on, “Dan has
tradition of showing this space to pos- into an apartment in a sixty-floor tower, been through worse and has pointed out
sible future patients. Mallory said that with a pool, in midtown, and into an that if he could make it through Love
he had found his visit peaceful. office at Morrow, on Fifty-third Street. Actually alive, this surgery holds no ter-
Sources told me that, a few months He had been hired by Liate Stehlik, rors.” Dan would eat “an early dinner of
later, Ursula Mackenzie, then Little, Morrow’s widely admired publisher.It’s sashimi and will then read a book about
Brown’s C.E.O.,attended a dinner where not clear if Stehlik heard rumors about dogs until bedtime,” Jake wrote, add-
she sat next to the C.E.O. of the pub- ing, “Dan was treated terribly by people
lishing house whose job offer had led to throughout his childhood and teenage
Mallory’s promotion.The rival C.E.O. years and into his twenties, which left
told Mackenzie that there had been no him a very deeply lonely person, so he
such offer.(Mackenzie declined to com- does not like/trust many people. Please
ment.The rival C.E.O.did not reply to keep him in your thoughts.”
requests for comment.) When challenged That e-mail appears to have been
at Little, Brown, Mallory claimed that addressed exclusively to contacts in the
the rival C.E.O.was lying,in reprisal for U.K.The next day, Jake sent an e-mail
Mallory’s having once rejected a sexual to acquaintances of Dan’s in the New
proposition. Mallory’s unreliability—or, to use the York publishing world. It noted that
In August, 2012, Mallory left Little, words of a former Morrow colleague, Dan would soon be undergoing surgery
Brown. The terms of his departure are the fact that “London had ended in to address “a tumor in his spine,” add-
covered by a nondisclosure agreement. some sort of ball of flame.” Stehlik did ing,“This isn’t the first (or even second)
But it’s clear that Little, Brown did not not reply to requests for comment for time that Dan has had to undergo this
find Mallory’s response about the job this article. sort of treatment, so he knows the drill,
offer convincing.“And,once that fell away, Whereas in London Mallory had although it’s still an unpleasant and
then you obviously think, Is he really ill?” sometimes seemed like a British satire of frightening proposition. He says that
the once supportive colleague said. Ev- American bluster, in New York he came he is looking forward to being fitted
erything now looked doubtful, “even off as British.He spoke with an English with a spinal-fluid drain and that this
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will render him half-man,half-machine.” The ventriloquism is halfhearted.Dan’s This would daunt a mere mortal but not
Recipients wrote back in distress.Anown voice keeps intruding, and the hur- my brother.”
editor at a rival publishing house told ried sequence of events suggests anxiety At the end of March, late at night,
about getting the patient home, and re-
me, “I totally fell for it. After all, who “Jake” wrote again to London contacts.
turning him to a sparer, mythic narrative
would fabricate such a story? I sent books Dan was “in decent physical shape,”
and sympathies.” In time,Jake’s exchangesof endurance and wit. While in a New but was upset about the “painful up-
with this editor became “quippy and up- York hospital,Dan was a dot on the map, heaval” of the previous year—and about
beat.” Another correspondent told Jake exposed to visitors.Reports from the ward an e-mail, written by an unnamed Lit-
that his writing was as droll as Dan’s. would require the clutter of realist fic- tle, Brown executive, that seemed to
tion:medical devices,doctors with names.
Jake’s styling of “e.mail” was unusual. “poke fun at him.” Dan felt “utterly let
The next week, Dan wrote to Chris “Jake” continued,“He has been fitted down” and was “withdrawing into him-
Parris-Lamb, the agent. He began, with a ‘lumbar drain’ in his back to drain self like a turtle.”
“Wanted to thank you for your very lovelyhis spinal fluid.The pain is apparently “Jake” noted that Dan had been
e.mail to my brother.” quite severe, but he is on medicine.” (A “working with abused children and in-
Given the idiosyncrasy of “e.mail”— Britishism.) “He is not in great shape fants at the hospital where he was
and given Dan’s taste for crafted zing- but did manage to ask if he could keep treated.” The previous week, “Jake” had
ers, and his history of fabrication—it’s the tumor as a pet. He will most likely seen Dan “talking to a little girl whose
now easy to suppose,as one recipient put be going home today.” arm had been broken for her,” he wrote,
it, that “something crazy was going on,” On February 15th, “Jake” wrote an adding, “My brother’s arm was broken
and that “Jake” was Dan.Like Tom Rip- e-mail to Parris-Lamb:“We’re anticipat- for him when he was a baby.” This phras-
ing a week or so of concentrated rest, the
ley writing letters that were taken as the ing seems to stop just short of alleging
work of the murdered Dickie Greenleaf, only trick will be finding enough read- parental abuse.(The theme of childhood
Dan was apparently communicating with ing material to keep his brain occupied.” victimization, sometimes an element of
friends in a fictional voice. (Online im-A week later, Dan Mallory, writing from “Jake” e-mails sent to London associ-
personations also figure in the plot of his own e-mail address,sent Parris-Lamb ates, did not appear in the New York
“The Woman in the Window.”) the note thanking him for the “very lovely e-mails.) “Jake” went on, “He wrote the
Jake Mallory is thirty-five.He’s a lit-
e.mail”—which, he said, had “warmed little girl a story about a hedgehog in
tle shorter than Dan, and doesn’t have my black heart.” Mallory went on,“Today his nicest handwriting to show her how
the same lacrosse-player combination of I start weaning myself—I’ll just let that she could rebound from a bad experi-
strong chin and floppy hair.The week of clause stand on its own for a minute; are ence.I want for him to do the same, al-
Dan’s alleged surgery,while Jake was sup-you gagging yet?—off my sweet sweet though I understand that he is tired of
posedly by his side in New York, Jake’s Vicodin, so am at last fit to correspond. having to rebound from things.”
fiancée posted on Facebook a professionalFeeling quite spry; the wound is healing The same night the “Jake” e-mail was
“pre-wedding” photograph of the couple. nicely, and I’m no longer wobbly on my sent, an ex-colleague of Mallory’s at Lit-
In it, she and Jake, who got married thatfeet. Not when sober, at any rate.” tle,Brown received an anonymous e-mail
summer, look happy and hopeful. Jake Mallory suggested meeting the agent calling her one of the “nastiest c*nts in
Mallory did not respond to requests for for drinks, or dinner, a week or two later. publishing.” Mallory was asked about the
comment. Dan Mallory, through the Writing to another contact,he described e-mail, and was told that Little, Brown
spokesperson, said that he was “not the an impending trip to London, for which would contact law enforcement if any-
author of the e-mails” sent by “Jake.” he was packing little more than “a moth- thing similar happened again. It didn’t.
eaten jumper.” On February 26th,twelve (Through the spokesperson,Mallory said
n February 14, 2013, a “Jake” mes- days after seven-hour spinal surgery,Mal- that he did not write the message and
O sage to New York contacts de- lory wrote to Parris-Lamb to say that he
scribed overnight surgery—uncommon was in Nashville, for work.
“does not recall being warned” about it.)
In “The Woman in the Window,” Anna
timing for a scheduled procedure—in Three days later,“Jake” wrote another Fox seeks advice about a threatening
an unspecified hospital.“My brother’s group e-mail, saying that “an allergic re- anonymous e-mail,and is told that “there’s
7-hour surgery ended early this morn- action to a new pain killer” had caused no way to trace a Gmail account.”
ing,” the e-mail began.“He experienced Dan “to go into shock and cardiac ar-
significant blood loss—more so than rest.” He went on, “He was taken to the week later, in an apparent attempt
is common during spinal surgeries, so hospital on time and treated immedi-
it required two transfusions.However, ately and is out of intensive care (still on
A at a reset, Dan Mallory wrote a
breezy group e-mail under his own name.
the tumor appears to have been com- a respirator and under sedation).While The cancer surgery, he said, had been “a
pletely removed. His very first words this setback is not welcome it is not per- total success.” A metal contraption was
upon waking up were ‘I need vodka.’ ” manent either, and at least Dan can now attached to his spine, so he was now
I was told that a recipient sent vodka say he has had two lucky escapes in the “half-man,half-machine.” He noted that
to Dan’s apartment, and was thanked space of two months.” “Jake” went on, he’d just seen “Matilda” with his parents.
by “Jake,” who reported that his brother “The worst is past and we are hoping he When Mallory returned to work that
roused himself just long enough to say can go back to his apartment this week- spring, after several weeks, nothing was
that the sender was a goddess. end and then pick up where he left off. said. A former co-worker at Morrow,
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who admires him and still has only the ment made him really quite extraordinary.” discussed Hannah’s non-Christie fiction,
vaguest sense of a health issue, told me The editor at a rival publishing house which later also came to Morrow.Han-
that Mallory “seemed the same as be- who’d had “quippy” exchanges with the nah, who lives in Cambridge, recently
fore.” He hadn’t lost any weight or hair. Jake persona said of the episode, “Even said by phone that they quickly became
After his return, Mallory came to work now it seems a bizarre, eccentric game, friends. Mallory “renewed my creative
on a highly irregular schedule. Unlike but not threatening.” “Jake” hadn’t asked energy,” she said. He had a knack for
other editors, he rarely attended Wed- for cash, so it wasn’t an “injurious scam.” “giving feedback in the form of praise
nesday-afternoon editorial meetings.At The editor said, “This seemed almost for exactly the things I’m proud of.”
one point, another co-worker began performance art.” Chris Parris-Lamb, Hannah seems to have found, in Mal-
keeping a log of Mallory’s absences. however, was affronted, in part because lory, a remarkable source of material.In
Mallory bought a one-bedroom apart- someone close to him had recently died 2015, she completed her second Her-
ment in Chelsea, for six hundred and from cancer. cule Poirot novel, “Closed Casket.”
twenty-five thousand dollars. He deco- The acquaintance who described an Poirot is a guest at an Irish country
rated it with images and models of dogs, industry “based on hope” didn’t see Mal- house, and meets Joseph Scotcher, a
a framed sign reading “Amagansett,” and lory for a few years, then made plans character whose role can’t be described
a reproduction of a seventeenth-century to meet him for a work-related drink, without spoilers. Scotcher is a charm-
engraving of New College, Oxford. in Manhattan.Mallory said that he was ing young flatterer who has told every-
Morrow executives either believed now well, except for an eye problem. one that he is terminally ill, with kid-
that Mallory’s cancer story was real or His eye began to twitch.Mallory’s com- ney disease. During Poirot’s visit,
decided to live with the fact that it was panion asked after Jake.“Oh, he’s dead,” Scotcher is murdered, and an autopsy
not.Explaining Morrow’s accommoda- Mallory said. “Yes, he committed sui- reveals that his kidneys were healthy.
tion of its employee, a former colleague cide.” The acquaintance recalled to me After the murder, Randall Kimpton,
said that Mallory’s focus on international that, at that moment, “I just knew I was an American doctor who is also staying
deals protected him, adding, “Nothing’s never going to correspond or deal with in the house, tells Poirot that he’d be-
more important than global authors.” him again.” come friendly with Scotcher years ear-
The co-worker went on, “There’s a hor- lier, at Oxford; he had begun to doubt
ror movie where all the teachers in a n 2013, Sophie Hannah met Mallory Scotcher’s dire prognosis, while thinking
school have been infected by an alien
parasite.The kids realize it, and of course
I for the first time, over lunch in New
York.They discussed plans, already set
that “surely no one would tell a lie of such
enormity.” Kimpton tells Poirot that he
nobody believes them.That’s what it felt in motion in London, for Hannah to was once approached by someone claim-
like.” The co-worker described Mallo- write the first official Agatha Christie ing to be Scotcher’s brother.This brother,
ry’s “gaslighting, lying, and manipula- continuation novel. William Morrow who looked identical to Scotcher except
tion” in the workplace as cruel, but noted, would publish it in the U.S. They also for darker skin and a wild beard, had
“People don’t care, if it’s not sexual ha-
rassment.” A Morrow spokesperson re-
leased a statement:“We don’t comment
on the personal lives of our employees
or authors. Professionally, Dan was a
highly valued editor, and the publication
of ‘The Woman in the Window’—a #1
New York Times bestseller out of the
gate, and the bestselling debut novel of
2018—speaks for itself.”
An acquaintance of Mallory’s recently
said that “there’s not a lot of confronta-
tion” in publishing.“It’s a business based
on hope. You never know what’s going
to work.” In the industry, rumors about
the “Jake” e-mails were contained—per-
haps by discretion or out of people’s em-
barrassment about having been taken in.
I recently spoke with Victoria San-
ders, an agent who represents Karin
Slaughter, the thriller writer. In 2015,
Slaughter signed a three-book deal, for
more than ten million dollars, involving
Mallory and a British counterpart.San-
ders viewed Mallory as Slaughter’s “quar-
terback,” adding, “His level of engage-
confirmed the kidney disease,and Kimp- was left with the impression that every a detective to check on Mallory, and had
ton had decided “no man of honor would third or fourth word he uttered was a discussed the idea with friends,but hadn’t
agree to tell a stranger that his brother source of delight to him.” (Chris Parris- followed through. She had, however,
was dying if it were not so.” But the sup- Lamb, shown these sentences, said,“My hired a detective to investigate a graffiti
posed brother had then accidentally re- God! That’s so good.”) While Hannah problem in Cambridge.I said that I found
vealed himself to be Scotcher, wearing a was writing “Closed Casket,” her private this hard to believe. She went on to say
beard glued to his face. working title for the novel was “You’re that she had forgotten the detective’s
A seductive man lies about a fatal dis- So Vain, You Probably Think This name,she had deleted all her old e-mails,
ease, then defends the lie by pretending Poirot’s About You.” and she didn’t want to bother her hus-
to be his brother.The brother’s name is A publishing employee in New York band and ask him to confirm the graffiti
Blake.When I asked Hannah if the plot told me that, in 2013, Hannah had be- story. All this encouraged the thought
was inspired by real events, she was eva- come suspicious that Mallory wasn’t tell- that the novelist now writing as Agatha
sive, and more than once she said, “I re- ing the truth when he spoke of making Christie had hired a detective to inves-
ally like Dan, and he’s only ever been a trip to the U.K. for cancer treatment, tigate her editor, whom she suspected of
good to me.” She also noted that, before and had hired a detective to investigate. lying about a fatal disease.
starting to write “Closed Casket,” she This suggestion seemed to be supported Hannah—who, according to several
described its plot to Mallory: “He said, by an account, on Hannah’s blog, of hir- people who know her, has a great appe-
‘Yes, that sounds amazing!’ ” Hannah, ing a private detective that summer.Han- tite for discussing Mallory at parties—
then, can’t be accused of discourtesy. nah wrote that she had called him to de- also seems to have made fictional use
But she acknowledged that there were scribe a “weird conundrum.” Later,during of him in her non-Poirot writing.“The
“obvious parallels” between “Closed Cas- a vacation with her husband in Agatha Warning,” a short story about psycho-
ket” and “rumors that circulated” about Christie’s country house, in Devon, she pathic manipulations, includes an ex-
Mallory.She also admitted that the char- called to check on the detective’s prog- traordinarily charming man, Tom Rig-
acter of Kimpton, the American doctor, ress;he told her that “there was a rumor bey, who loves bull terriers.Hannah re-
owes something to her former editor. I going round that X is the case.” cently co-wrote a musical mystery,“The
had noticed that Kimpton speaks with “You’re supposed to be finding out if Generalist”; its plot features a success-
an affected English accent and—in what X is true,” Hannah told the detective. ful romance novelist who feels that her
works as a fine portrait of Mallory, mid- “I’m not sure how we could really do publisher has become neglectful, after
flow—has eyes that “seemed to flare and that,” he replied. “Not without hacking writing a best-seller of his own.
subside as his lips moved.” The passage e-mail accounts and things like that—
continues,“These wide-eyed flares were and that’s illegal.” n American woman in mid-career,
only seconds apart,and appeared to want
to convey enthusiastic emphasis. One
Asked about the blog post, Hannah
told me that she had thought of hiring
A a psychologist with a Ph.D. and
professional experience of psychopathy,
is trapped in her large home by agora-
phobia.She has been there for about a
year, after a personal trauma.If she tries
to go outside,the world spins.She drinks
too much, and recklessly combines al-
cohol and anti-anxiety medication.Po-
lice officers distrust her judgment.On-
line, she plays chess and contributes to
a forum for stress-sufferers,a place where
danger lies.
This is the setup for “Copycat,” a spir-
ited 1995 thriller, set in San Francisco,
starring Sigourney Weaver and Holly
Hunter. It also describes “The Woman
in the Window.” In “Copycat,” the psy-
chologist’s forum log-in is She Doc. In
“Window,” it’s thedoctorisin.
“The Woman in the Window” ac-
knowledges a debt to the film “Rear Win-
dow,” by making Anna Fox a fan of noir
movies and Hitchcock.And Mallory has
publicly referred a few times to “The
Girl on the Train,” a well-told story about
a boozily unreliable witness, a woman
much like Mallory’s boozily unreliable
“I want to keep it, but my wife hates the way it scratches her face.” witness. But he hasn’t acknowledged
“Copycat”—unless one decides that million copies in the U.S. Early that Anna, the narrator, feels subordinate to
when, in “The Woman in the Window,” September, just before the release of the Mallory’s struttingly insistent voice.It’s
a photograph with a time stamp in its film adaptation, it was No.1 on the Times much more a Tom Ripley novel than a
corner downloads from the Internet at paperback best-seller list.On Septem- Patricia Highsmith novel. Instead of
a suspenseful, dial-up speed, it is an hom- ber 22nd and 23rd, a PDF of “The Highsmith’s disorienting, erotic discov-
age to the same scene in “Copycat,” rather Woman in the Window,” by A.J.Finn, ery of character, “Window” is an enact-
than an indictment of Internet service was e-mailed to editors in New York ment of Ripleyan manipulation. It’s a
providers in Manhattan. and London. Mallory has said that thriller excited about getting away with
When I e-mailed Jon Amiel, the di- he adopted a pseudonym because he writing a thriller. In a recent e-mail,
rector of “Copycat,” about parallels be- wanted publishers to assess the manu- Joan Schenkar, the author of “The Tal-
tween the two narratives, he replied, ented Miss Highsmith,” an acclaimed
“Wow.” Later, on the phone, he proposed biography, described “Window” as a
that the debt was probably “not action- “novel of strategies, not psychologies.”
able, but certainly worth noting, and one It was, she said, “the most self-conscious
would have hoped that the author might thriller I’ve ever opened.”
have noted it himself.”
The official origin myth of “The he selling of “The Woman in the
Woman in the Window” feels under-
written. In the summer of 2015, Mal-
T Window” was a perfectly calibrated
maneuver, and caused the kind of hoopla
lory has said, he was at home for some that happens only once or twice a year
weeks, adjusting to a new medication. script without “taking into account my in American publishing. One publisher
He rewatched “Rear Window,” and no- standing in the industry.”This isn’t true, offered hundreds of thousands of dol-
ticed a neighbor in the apartment across as Mallory has himself acknowledged lars in an effort to preëmpt an auction.
the street.“How funny,” he said to him- in some interviews: Jennifer Joel told This was rejected, and at least eight pub-
self.“Voyeurism dies hard!” A story sug- editors that the author worked at a se- lishing imprints, including Morrow,
gested itself. Mallory is more cogent nior level in publishing. began to bid for the North American
when reflecting on his shrewdness re- The editors started reading: “Her rights. Meanwhile, offers were being
garding the marketplace—when he talks husband’s almost home.He’ll catch her made for European editions, and Fox
about his novel in the voice of a startup this time.There isn’t a scrap of curtain, 2000 bought the film rights.
C.E.O. pitching for funds. “I bring to not a blade of blind, in number 212— When the bidding reached seven hun-
‘The Woman in the Window’ more than the rust-red townhome that once housed dred and fifty thousand dollars, Mallory
thirty years of experience in the genre,” the newlywed Motts, until recently, until revealed his name. A former Morrow
he told a crime-fiction blogger last win- they un-wed.” employee recalled, “I’d wondered why
ter.He explained to a podcast host that, The story feels transposed to New this person in publishing wants to be
before “Gone Girl,” there had been “no York from a more tranquil place, like anonymous.Then:Oh, that’s why!” Mal-
branding” for psychological suspense; North Oxford.The nights are dark; the lory has said that “nobody dropped out”
afterward, there was vast commercial sound of a cello, or a scream, carries.At at that point; but many, including Lit-
opportunity. Mallory has said that he the center of the plot are two neighbor- tle, Brown, did.When it was announced
favored the pseudonym A. J. Finn in ing houses, on the same side of a street, that Mallory’s employer had won the
part for its legibility on a small screen, with side windows that face each other auction, one joke in New York was “The
“at reduced pixelation.” He came up across a garden.This arrangement is easy call was coming from inside the house!”
with the name Anna Fox after looking to find in most parts of the world that Morrow sent out a press release say-
for something that was easy to pro- aren’t Manhattan. ing that Mallory had been “profiled in
nounce in many languages. Mallory cannily set himself the task USA Today”—he hadn’t—and quoting
Mallory has described writing a sev- of popularizing the already wildly pop- Jennifer Brehl, the Morrow editor who
enty-five-hundred-word outline and ular plot of “The Girl on the Train.” had won the auction.“A. J. Finn’s voice
showing it to Jennifer Joel, a literary His book consists of a hundred very and story were like nothing I’d ever heard
agent at I.C.M., who is a friend of his; short chapters, and reads like a film before,” she said.“So creepy, sad, twisty-
she encouraged him to continue. He script that has been novelized, on a dead- turny, and cunning.” She said that she
has said that he then worked for a year, line, under severe vocabulary restric- had not recognized this voice as Mallo-
sustained by Adderall, Coca-Cola, and tions:sunshine “bolts in” through a door; ry’s, and added, “He’s already known as
electronic music.Mallory told the Times eyebrows “bolt into each other”; eyes an esteemed editor; I predict a long ca-
that he wrote at night and on the week- “bolt open”; one character is “bolted to reer as a brilliant novelist, too.” Liate
ends.Former colleagues who had taken the sofa”;another has “strong teeth bolt- Stehlik, the Morrow publisher, later wrote
note of his office absences were skepti- ing from strong gums.” He then gilded to booksellers, “I love it, and the only
cal of this claim. his text with references to Tennyson, thing I thought when I was reading it
Paula Hawkins’s “The Girl on the Nabokov, and the Pitt Rivers Museum, was that Morrow must publish this book.”
Train” was published in January, 2015. in Oxford.The over-all effect is a little Mallory stayed on as an editor at
By the summer of 2016, it had sold 4.25 like reading the e-mails sent by “Jake”: Morrow for another year. He set up a
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corporation, A. J. Finn, Inc., using an When Dan wrote about living in a earnestness: he’s prone to tears, and
Amagansett P.O.box.A photograph of single-parent family when he was sev- teaches swimming to developmentally
him smiling and unshaven,taken by Hope enteen, was that true? disabled children.
Brooks,the older of his sisters,began ap- “No,” John said. “Well, in a way I Then Ethan murders his mother,
pearing in stories about his success. guess it was,because my wife and I were and—in the novel’s climax—appears one
separated.”They were apart for two and night in Anna’s bedroom, with a letter
he Mallory house in Amagansett a half years,he said.“She made me come opener as a weapon, and a crazed look,
T is set back from a quiet road; trees
line the driveway, joining overhead to
back,” he went on, laughing. “We had
our differences. We didn’t file for di-
saying, “Older women interest me.” In
passages that seem more fluent than
form a tunnel.On an overcast morning vorce or anything like that.” He added, those which have come before, Ethan
just before Thanksgiving, I walked up “Pam was saying, ‘I think you made a acknowledges the matricide, and de-
to the house,and reached a garage whose mistake.But it’s up to you.’ And then I scribes it as “exhilarating.” Sitting on An-
doors were open.An S.U.V.was parked realized I’m being an idiot.” na’s bed, playing with the letter opener,
in front;two dogs leaped, barking, from I asked if the separation was difficult he acknowledges other transgressions.
its back seat.(I recalled that, according for Dan.“Very difficult,” he said.“The By impersonating a friendly grandmother
to Dan Mallory,his mother had,on sep- family’s very closely knit and to see the on Anna’s agoraphobia forum, he has
arate occasions,killed two dogs by back- dad not there on Thanksgiving or tricked her into giving up her passwords.
ing up over them.) Christmas—Ian, it’s my fault.I hate to He has copied her house key, allowing
John Mallory, Dan’s father, came out this day to think they had a Thanksgiv- him to go in and out of her house. “I
of the garage, wearing a denim shirt. ing dinner without me.” come here almost every night,” he says.
He is in his mid-sixties,and has a hand- He continued,“Dan went through a He forces her to agree that she is “very
some, squarish face.He apologized for tough time, in his teen-age years, but fucking stupid.” He mocks her—a child
the pandemonium, and joked,“I’m just he’s really pulled together.” In the past, psychologist—for not recognizing him
the lawn guy.” “a lot of times, he hid from us.” Now for what he is.
I explained why I was there. “Dan “every morning I get a FaceTime from “I know what I am,” Ethan tells her.
does not want me commenting,” he said. Dan.He just bought a little French bull- “Does that help?”
“He’s my son, so I have to respect his dog.Oh, my God, Ian—he bought one Anna says to herself, “Psychopath.
privacy.” But his manner was friendly, three weeks ago, the dog has, like, four The superficial charm,the labile person-
and the dogs calmed down,and we stood thousand toys, a little blanket.He’s just ality, the flat affect.” She then tells him,
talking for a few minutes.“He’s a won- an avid dog-lover, as we all are—as you “You enjoy manipulating others.”
derful young man, he truly is,” John said. see.He doesn’t have a mean bone in his He replies, “It’s fun.And easy.You’re
I said that I’d become interested in body.” He said that, as far as he knew, really easy.” He strokes the blade against
Dan’s accounts of cancer—the claim that Dan had finished his Ph.D. his thigh. “I didn’t want you to think I
he’d had a malignant tumor, and that his The dogs started barking again. A was a threat.That’s why I said I missed
mother had died of cancer. car came up the driveway.“Here comes my friends.And I pretended I might be
“No, no,” he said. He didn’t sound his mother,” John said.“Oh, Lord.” gay.And I cried all those fucking times.”
surprised or annoyed—rather, he was Pamela Mallory got out of an S.U.V. Both Ethan’s depression and his ac-
obliged to correct a misapprehension. with a shopping bag. I introduced my- count of a vicious father were part of a
When Dan was a teen-ager, he said,“his performance—one effective enough to
mother did have cancer.Stage V, so she dupe a psychologist and draw the eye
was next to death. But, no, Dan didn’t away from personality pathology.
have it.He’s just been an absolutely per-
fect son.He has his faults, like we all do, n a Morrow sales brochure, Mallory
he’s just a tremendous young man.”
Did Dan have cancer later? “No, no,”
Isaid that he’d “struggled for more than
fifteen years with severe depression,” and
John said,adding that Dan had told him that, in 2015, he had finally been given a
that “he’d been misquoted several times, diagnosis of bipolar II disorder.This an-
and it really bothers him when things nouncement surprised the acquaintances
come out that are negative about him.” self. “We’re not doing that,” she said, of Mallory’s who spoke to me.Over the
I began to describe the “Jake” e-mails. walking toward the house.“Thank you.” years, he had been willing to talk of can-
“Dan and his brother,Jake,are very close,” cer, near-death, and a brother’s suicide,
John said,adding that “Jake would never, n “The Woman in the Window,” much but he hadn’t mentioned mental illness
ever say” Dan had fallen ill with cancer,
because it wasn’t true.I wondered if John
I of whose plot this article is about to so severe that he’d sought relief in elec-
give away, Anna Fox watches a family tric shocks and ketamine.
had been told that such e-mails existed, move in next door. Ethan, the family’s Speaking in Colorado last January,
and could be explained as the work of sorrowful and lonely only child, aged Mallory quoted a passage from Kay
a scurrilous third party. They can’t— about fifteen, visits Anna. She is filled Redfield Jamison’s memoir,“An Unquiet
Dan saw replies written to the “Jake” with pity when he describes a controlling, Mind,” in which she describes repeat-
e-mail address, and responded to them. violent father, and she is struck by his edly confronting the social wreckage
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caused by her bipolar episodes—know-
ing that she had “apologies to make.”
Nobody I spoke to remembered a Mal-
lory reckoning or an apology. In more
recent public appearances, Mallory seems
to have dropped this reference to wreck-
age. Instead, he has accepted credit for
his courage in bringing up his mental
suffering, and he has foregrounded his
virtues.Asked, on an Australian podcast,
to define himself in three adjectives, Mal-
lory said, “Inquisitive.Kind—I do think
I’m a kind person.” He clicked his tongue.
“And I love French bulldogs.I don’t know
if there’s an adjective that sums that up.”
Mallory clearly has experienced men-
tal distress. At Mallory’s request, his
psychiatrist confirmed to me that Mal-
lory was given a diagnosis of bipolar II.
The psychiatrist said that Mallory, be-
cause of his mother’s illness, sometimes
had “somatic complaints, fears, and pre-
occupations,” including about cancer.
But a bipolar II diagnosis does not eas- • •
ily explain organized untruths, main-
tained over time. Nigel Blackwood, a
forensic psychiatrist at King’s College firm working on Mallory’s behalf pro- I was utterly terrified of what people
London, told me that patients with the vided The New Yorker with a statement would think of me if they knew—that
condition may experience “periods of from him:“For the past two years, I’ve they’d conclude I was defective in a way
inflated self-esteem,” but he empha- spoken publicly about mental illness: that I should be able to correct, or, worse
sized that hypomanic episodes “cannot the defining experience of my life— still, that they wouldn’t believe me.Dis-
account for sustained arrogant and de- particularly during the brutal years sembling seemed the easier path.”
ceptive interpersonal behaviors.” bookending my late twenties and mid- He continued, “With the benefit of
Chris Parris-Lamb, the agent, who thirties—and the central theme of my hindsight, I’m sorry to have taken, or
has a very close family member who is novel. Throughout those dark times, be seen to have taken, advantage of
bipolar, said, “I’ve seen the ravages, the and like many afflicted with severe bi- anyone else’s goodwill, however des-
suffering that the disease can cause.” He polar II disorder, I experienced crush- perate the circumstances;that was never
went on, “If Mallory’s deceit is the prod- ing depressions, delusional thoughts, the goal.”
uct of bipolar episodes, then they have morbid obsessions, and memory prob-
been singularly advantageous to his ca- lems. It’s been horrific, not least be- paperback edition of “The Woman
reer, and that is unlike any bipolar per-
son I’ve ever encountered. And if he is
cause, in my distress, I did or said or
believed things I would never ordinarily
A in the Window” was published in
the U.K. in December, and the novel
one of the lucky ones who has managed say, or do, or believe—things of which, immediately returned to the best-seller
to get his disease under control and pro- in many instances, I have absolutely no list;the U.S.paperback will appear next
duce a best-selling novel—if he is sta- recollection.” month, with a first print run of three
ble and lucid enough to do that—then He went on, “It is the case that on hundred and fifty-five thousand cop-
he is stable and lucid enough to apolo- numerous occasions in the past, I have ies. The movie adaptation, written by
gize to the people he lied to and the stated, implied, or allowed others to be- the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright
people he hurt.” lieve that I was afflicted with a physi- Tracy Letts, is scheduled to be released
Carrie Bearden, a professor of psy- cal malady instead of a psychological on October 4th.
chiatry at U.C.L.A., who has not met one:cancer, specifically.My mother bat- Mallory has said that his second
Mallory, said that a patient with bipolar tled aggressive breast cancer starting novel will be set in San Francisco. It
II disorder cannot attribute to that di- when I was a teenager; it was the for- will have the flavor of an Agatha Chris-
agnosis delusions, amnesia, or “chronic mative experience of my adolescent life, tie story, and will be partly set in a Vic-
lying for secondary gain, or to get atten- synonymous with pain and panic.I felt torian mansion. It’s a story of revenge,
tion.”To do so is “very irresponsible,” she intensely ashamed of my psychological he has said, involving a female thriller
said, and could add to the “already huge struggles—they were my scariest, most writer and an interviewer who learns
stigma associated with these disorders.” sensitive secret. And for fifteen years, of a dark past.He hopes to turn it into
On January 30th, a public-relations even as I worked with psychotherapists, a television series.
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ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS
EXTREME RANGE
The vocal experiments of Roomful of Teeth.
BY BURKHARD BILGER
I
n a throat, a note is forming.A puff so far.The singers have to keep the beat, “Can someone describe what you
of air, a pulse of the lungs, rushes modulate volume, match vowels, and just sang?” the conductor asks.
up the windpipe and through the articulate consonants in perfect synch “They’re all just major triads. The
vocal cords, parting them like a pair or sequence.Is that an ah or an ae, a ch A pattern is G, F, A-flat—all major
of lips. As the cords begin to vibrate, or a k? And even then their unison can chords. Then the B pattern is G, F,
they’re stretched taut by muscles to ei- be soured by a single tenor. A-flat, G-flat. It’s always alternating.”
ther side, raising the pitch. The dia- Choral harmony is a kind of mira- “And do we know the voicing?”
phragm pumps more air, rocketing the cle when it works.It’s not just that every “I remember I was on the third.”
note up the vocal tract, making its walls voice is different—that pitch and blend “Yeah,and the bass was on the tonic.”
hum like the barrel of a woodwind.The can vary disastrously, that memory is “That’s what my body was telling
sound ricochets back and forth as it fitful and sight-reading uncertain, that me, but it was also telling me that I’m
rises, gaining resonance with each re- there are too many sopranos and not on the ninth.”
bound, till it bursts into the hollow enough basses—but that we hear things “And what were you telling your
chamber of the mouth, the ringing cav- differently.The sound that travels from body?”
ities of the sinuses, and careens off the your mouth to my ear passes through It’s early June, and the rehearsal
palate into the open air. yet another set of sonic permutations. room, in a rustic lodge on the shores
The human voice is the world’s most It enters the auricle—the crumpled of Lake Dunmore, in central Vermont,
astonishing instrument, it’s often said. cone of the ear—and echoes through has been left unheated, somewhat op-
It’s capable of everything from a trill the auditory canal, strikes the eardrum, timistically.The indoor temperature is
to a bark to an ear-splitting scream, chimes the bones of the middle ear, in the high fifties, and the singers are
from growling harmonics to liquid ac- and goes spinning down the sousa- bundled up as if for a hike. The con-
robatics, lofted on the breath like a phone of the cochlea, tripping nerves ductor, Brad Wells, has on a worn base-
lark on an updraft. Instrument is the inside like keys on a piano.The sound ball cap and a sweatshirt,and the singers
wrong word, really.The voice is more we hear is one set of instruments trans- are wearing hoodies,woollens,and puffy
like a chamber ensemble: winds and lated by another, like a game of tele- vests, some with scarves and beanies.
strings and blaring horns, strung to- phone at the U.N.By the time the brain They have the ragamuffin look of
gether end to end. It’s a pump organ, has decoded and combined it all— Christmas carollers,despite their fierce-
a viola, an oboe, and the bell of a trum- Happy Birthday!—it’s a wonder we sounding name: Roomful of Teeth.
pet, each instrument passing the sound even recognize the tune. They’ve been invited to the lake for a
along to the next, adding volume and weeklong residency at the New Music
overtones at every step.Throw in the n a room, a chord is forming. Two on the Point festival.(When the adults
percussion of the lips and tongue, and
the echoing amphitheatre of the skull,
I voices, faint but pure, are joined by leave, their cabins will be taken over by
a third, softly keening. They rise and hordes of summer campers.) Mostly,
and you have a full orchestra playing swell, twist into dissonance and fade. though, they’re here to blow the other
inside you. Deeper voices awaken with a groan, singers’ minds.
When I joined a chamber choir a then settle into a slow, thrumming Roomful of Teeth is a kind of lab
few years ago, my first thought was just chant. Others join in, then peel away experiment for the human voice. Its
how much could go wrong. The peo- like rain from a spinning tire. They eight singers cover a five-octave range,
ple weren’t the problem.Most were ex- shout and wail, gather into pulsating from grunting lows to dog-whistle
perienced singers, and there were nice chords and resolve, at last, into words: highs. Three have perfect pitch, all
voices all around. It was more the na- “There will be always something you have classical training, and Wells has
ture of the endeavor. A single voice is can lean your weight into. There will brought in a succession of experts to
complicated enough, but adding oth- be always something you can rely on.” teach them a bewildering range of other
ers—we were about fifteen singers— The singers,four men and four women, techniques:alpine yodelling, Bulgarian
multiplies the complexities.Who missed are seated in a half circle around a con- belting, Persian Tahrir, and Inuit and
that cutoff ? Why do we keep going ductor. As the final chord crests and Tuvan throat singing, among others.
flat? Even if the notes are right, the ebbs, they dart their eyes at one an- Because the group writes or commis-
rhythms can go slack, the chords refuse other and grin, the sound still surpris- sions almost all of its pieces, it can cre-
to ring. Hitting pitches only gets you ing after so many repetitions. ate vocal effects that most singers would
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The singers in Roomful of Teeth produce music that’s both primal and sophisticated, ancient and startlingly modern.
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ancient and startlingly modern.“There
were these hard lines that had been
drawn around classical voice pedagogy,”
Wells says.“The mentality was: every-
thing else is an inferior use of the voice.
But if people have been using these
techniques in different parts of the world
for so long, how could they be wrong?
I love a throaty or a belchy voice.I love
voices when they crack. I love hearing
grit in the voice.It’s really just pushing
the bounds of what’s beautiful.”
T
he car says this to her: “Cindy, you first to the Apple Store or GameStop turned to the street, to the cars, to her.
listen, I know you’ve got to get or wherever you might have spent
over to 1133 Hollister Avenue money in the past.So it isn’t really free, KNIGHTSCOPE
by 2 P.M. for your meeting with Rose and you have to plan for the extra time
Taylor, of Taylor, Levine & Rodriguez, to listen to the spiel and say no about he reason for the meeting with
L.L.P., but did you hear that Les
Bourses is having a thirty-per-cent-off
sixty times, but then, eventually, you get
where you want to go.Some kids—and
T Rose Taylor is to arrange legal rep-
resentation for a homeless man named
sale? And, remember, they carry the his mother would kill him if she knew Keystone Bacharach, who spends his
complete Picard line you like—in par- he was one of them—just step out in days on the steps of the public library
ticular,that cute cross-body bag in fuch- front of any empty fleet car that hap- with a coterie of other free spirits and
sia you had your eye on last week.They pens to be going by and commandeer unfortunates, and at night sleeps under
have two left in stock.” it.You can’t get inside if you don’t have a bush in front of the S.P.C.A.facility,
They’re moving along at just over the trip code, of course, but you can where he can have a little privacy.What
the speed limit,which is what she’s pro- climb up on the roof and cling to the most people don’t realize—and Cindy,
grammed the car to do,trying to squeeze Lidar till you get to the next stop or as an advocate for the homeless, does—
every minute out of the day but at the the one after that. is how psychologically harrowing it is
same time wary of breaking the law. That is what Jackie happens to be to live on the streets, where through all
She glances at her phone. It’s a quar- doing at half past one on this particu- the daylight hours you’re under public
ter past one and she really wasn’t plan- lar school day, clinging to the roof of scrutiny. Your every gesture, whether
ning on making any other stops, aside one of Ridz’s S.D.C.Volvos and catch- intimate or not, is on display for peo-
from maybe picking up a sandwich to ing bugs in his teeth, when his moth- ple to interpret or dismiss or condemn,
eat in the car,but as soon as Carly (that’s er’s car suddenly appears in the other and your only solace is the cover of
what she calls her operating system) lane and he freezes. His first instinct darkness, when everything’s hidden.
mentions the sale, she’s envisioning the is to jump down on the curb side, but And this is the problem: the S.P.C.A.,
transaction—in and out, that’s all it’ll they’ve got to be going forty miles an in a misguided response to a rash of
take, because she looked at the purse hour—which feels like a hundred with break-ins, graffiti tagging, and dump-
last week before ultimately deciding the way the wind is tearing at him— ster diving for syringes and animal tran-
they wanted too much for it. In and so he flattens himself even more, as if quillizers, had deployed one of Knight-
out, that’s all. And Carly will wait for that could make him invisible.His plan scope’s Autonomous Data Machines
her at the curb. was to go over to Warren’s and hang to patrol the area, which meant that
“I see you’re looking at your phone.” out, nothing beyond that, though he Mr. Bacharach was awakened every
“I’m just wondering if we’ll have could see a forty-ouncer in his future thirty minutes, all night long, by this
enough time ...” and maybe another hitch over to the five-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound
“As long as you don’t dawdle—you beach with Warren and Warren’s girl- robot shining a light on him and giv-
know what you want, don’t you? It’s not friend, Cyrilla, but now, with his moth- ing off its eerie high-pitched whine be-
as if you haven’t already picked it out. er’s car inching up on him, all that’s fore asking,in the most equable of tones,
You told me so yourself.” (And here about to go south in a hurry. She’ll “What is the situation here?” (To which
Carly loops in a recording of their con- ground him for sure, cut his allowance, Mr. Bacharach, irritated, would reply,
versation from the previous week, and probably report him to his father (who “It’s called sleep.”)
Cindy listens to her own voice saying, won’t do much more than snarl over A week ago, she went down there
“I love it, just love it—and it’d match the phone from Oregon, where he’s after hours to see for herself, though
my new heels perfectly.”) living with Jennifer and never coming her sister had called her crazy (“You’re
“O.K.,” she says,thinking she’ll forgo back), and then go through the whole just asking to get raped—or worse”)
the sandwich.“But we have to make it charade of taking away his phone and and even Carly, on dropping her off,
quick.” his games for a week, or however long had asked,“Are you sure this is the cor-
“I’m showing no traffic and no ob- she thinks is going to impress on him rect destination?” But they didn’t know
structions of any kind.” just how dangerous that kind of be- Keystone the way she did.He was just
“Good,” she says, “good,” and leans havior is. hurt inside, that was all, trying to heal
back in the seat and closes her eyes. All bad.But then, when the car pulls from what he’d seen during his tour of
even with him, he sees that his mother, duty in Afghanistan, and if he couldn’t
HITCHHIKE far from looking out the window and make a go of it in an increasingly dig-
catching him in the act,isn’t even awake. itized society, that was the fault of the
he fleet is available to everybody, She’s got her head thrown back and society. He had an engaging personal-
T all the time, and you don’t even
have to have an account for Ridz.The
her eyes closed and Carly’s doing the
driving without her. He doesn’t think
ity, he was a first-rate conversationalist
comfortable with a whole range of sub-
thing is, Ridz isn’t going to take you in terms of lucky breaks or anything jects, from animal rights to winemak-
directly to Warren’s house or to the like that—he just accepts it for what it ing to the history of warfare (light years
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ahead of Adam,her ex,who toward the markable to her,no more threatening and focussed its light on them.“What
end of their marriage had communi- or intrusive than any other labor-sav- is the situation here?” it asked her,em-
cated through gestures and grunts only), ing device,except that they were big- ploying the voice of one of NPR’s most
and he was as well read as anybody she ger,much bigger.She’d only seen them genial hosts,a voice designed to put
knew. Plus,he was her age,exactly. in daylight,but now it was night,and people at ease. But she didn’t feel at
He was waiting for her in front of this one had its lights activated—two ease—just the opposite—and that was
the S.P.C.A., dressed, as always, in eerie blue slits at the top and what would a real eye-opener.
shorts,flip-flops,T-shirt,and denim be its midriff,if it had a midriff,in ad- What happened next was sudden
jacket,his hair—he wore it long—pulled dition to the seven illuminated sensors and violent. Keystone just seemed to
back tightly in a ponytail.“Thanks for that were arrayed across its chest,if it snap—and maybe he was showing off
coming,” he said,taking the gift bag had a chest.Its shape was that of a huge for her,thinking,in some confused way,
she handed him (trail mix, hard-boiled egg,which in that he was protecting her—but in that
dried apricots, a pair of daylight made it seem or- moment he tucked his shoulder like a
socks,a tube of toothpaste) dinary,ridiculous even,but linebacker and slammed into the thing,
without comment. “This the lights changed all that. once,twice,three times,until he finally
is really going to open your “So what now? It’s not managed to knock it over with a screech
eyes, because, no matter going to confront us,is it?” of metal and shattering glass. Which
how you cut it,this is ha- “You watch,” Keystone was bad enough—vandalism,that was
rassment,pure and simple. said. what she was thinking,and her face was
Of citizens. In a public The K5+,as she knew on that video feed,too—but then he
place.And it’s not just me.” from the literature, fea- really seemed to take his frustration out
She saw now that there tured the same Light De- on the thing,seizing a brick he’d stashed
were half a dozen other figures there, tection and Ranging device that Carly under one of the bushes and hammer-
sprawled on the pavement or leaning had,which used a continuously sweep- ing at the metal frame until the unit set
against the wall,with their shopping ing laser to measure objects and map off a klaxon so loud and piercing she
carts and belongings arrayed around the surrounding area,as well as thermal- thought her heart would stop.
them.It was almost dark,but she could imaging sensors,an ambient-noise mi- Just then,just as she was thinking
see that at least one of them was famil- crophone,and a three-hundred-and- they were both going to get arrested,
iar—Lula,a woman everyone called sixty-degree high-definition video cap- Carly pulled up at the curb.The door
Knitsy,because her hands were in con- ture.It moved at a walking pace,three swung open.“Get in,” Carly said.
stant motion,as if trying vainly to stitch miles an hour,and its function was sur-
the air.The street was quiet at this hour, veillance,not enforcement. She knew REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE
which only seemed to magnify the gar- that,but still,at this hour in this place,
ble of whining,yipping,and sudden she felt caught out, as if she’d been t was a meme,really,that got them
startled shrieks coming from the
S.P.C.A.facility behind them,and if it
doing something illicit—which,she
supposed,was the purpose of the thing
I into it,a clip of the scene in the old
movie where two guys were playing
felt ominous it had nothing to do with in the first place. chicken and the greaser who wasn’t James
these people gathered here but with the But now it was stopping,pivoting, Dean got the strap of his leather jacket
forces arrayed against them. She said, focussed on Knitsy,whose hands flut- caught on the door,which repeated over
“Is it due to come by soon?” tered like pale streamers in the ray of and over till it was just hilarious. After
He nodded in the direction of the light it emitted,which had suddenly be- that,curious about the movie itself,they
parking lot at the far end of the facil- come more intense,like a flashlight beam. dug deeper and it was a revelation—
ity. “It went down there,like,fifteen, “What is the situation here?” it asked. teen-agers stole cars and raced them on
twenty minutes ago,so it should be Knitsy said,“Go away. Leave me the street and there was nobody there
along any minute now.” He gave her alone.” to say different. Even better,because
an angry look. “Like clockwork,” he The K5+ didn’t move. It had been this was back in the day,the cars just
said,then called out,“Right,Knitsy?,” specifically programmed not to engage did what you wanted—all you had to
and Knitsy,whether she knew what she in conversation the way Carly did,be- do was put the key in the ignition (or
was agreeing to or not,said,“Yeah.” cause its designers wanted to avoid con- hot-wire the car,if you wanted to steal
The night grew a shade darker.Then frontations—it was there to deter crim- it),hit the gas,and peel out. He must
one of the dogs let out a howl from the inal activity by its very presence and to have seen the movie (or parts of it) at
depths of the building,and here it came, summon the police if the need should least twenty times with Warren and Cy-
the Knightscope K5+ unit,turning the arise. Now it said,“Move on.” rilla,and,if Warren was James Dean
corner and heading for them on its base “Hey,” Keystone called out,waving and Cyrilla Natalie Wood,he guessed
of tightly revolving wheels. She’d seen his hands.“Over here,Tinhead.” he’d have to be Sal Mineo,though that
these units before—at the bank,in the She watched the thing swivel and wasn’t really who he wanted to be.
lot behind the pizza place,rolling along redirect itself,starting down the side- “Better than the dude that goes over
in formation in last year’s Fourth of walk toward them. When it came up the cliff,though,right?” Warren says
July parade—but they’d seemed unre- even with her and Keystone,it stopped now,waving his forty-ouncer at the
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screen, and Cyrilla lets out a laugh that’s ing of last week, when he didn’t get in indication of speed traps or police units,
more of a screech, actually, one of her till after dark and had no explanation and since we are running six minutes
annoying habits, but that’s all right— except”—and here she loops in Jack- and sixteen seconds late, I thought I
he doesn’t mind playing a supporting ie’s voice from the house monitor—“ ‘I would expedite matters.”
role.Warren’s almost a year older than was at Warren’s, O.K., and his mom She’s feeling angry, suddenly—and
he is, and he doesn’t have a girlfriend made dinner, O.K., so I’m not hungry, it’s not Carly’s fault, she knows that, but
himself, so to be near Cyrilla, to hang so don’t even go there.’” the comment about Jackie just rubbed
out with her, see what she’s like—what “Listen, Carly, I’m just not up to this her the wrong way. “I didn’t give you
girls are like, up close—is something right now, O.K.? I’m trying to focus on permission for that,” she snaps. “You
he really appreciates on every level. getting Keystone over to Rose Taylor’s ought to know better.I mean, what good
They’re coming up on the part where and then I’ve got to get back to the is your program if you can’t follow it?”
Natalie Wood, her eyes burning with office for that five-o’clock meeting, as “I’m sorry, Cindy, I just thought—”
excitement, waves her arms and every- I’m sure you’re aware, and then there’s “Don’t think—just drive.”
body stands back and the two cars hur- the fund-raiser after that ...” Of course, Carly was right, and if
tle off into the night, when Warren, “Sorry, I just thought you’d want to they wind up being ten minutes late to
who has his arm around Cyrilla on the know.” pick up Keystone that’s nobody’s fault
couch and one hand casually cupping She’s staring out the side window but her own. “All right, Carly, I’m
her left breast, says, “I have this idea?” watching the street lights clip by, pic- sorry—good job, really,” she says, only
Warren’s grinning, so Jackie starts turing Keystone pushing himself up off vaguely aware of how ridiculous it is to
grinning, too.“What?” he says. the concrete steps of the library and try to mollify a computer or worry about
“Let’s us play chicken. Reënact the crossing the sidewalk with that smile hurting its feelings.
scene, I mean. For real.” of his lit up just for her. She’s curious “Since we’re at the library,” Carly
He just laughs. Because it’s a joke. to see what he’ll be wearing—“I clean says, “will you be acquiring books? Be-
Real cars, cars that do what you want, up pretty good,” he told her, promising cause they have three copies of the lat-
cars you can race, are pretty much ex- to dress up for the meeting—not that est installment of the Carson Umquist
tinct at this point, except for on race- it matters, really, just that she’s never series you like—and they’re all in the
tracks and plots of private land in the seen him in anything other than what special ‘Hot Reads’ rack when you first
desert, where holdovers and old peo- he calls his “street commando” outfit. walk in. I mean, they’re right there—
ple can pay to have their manual cars The street lights are evenly spaced, like you don’t have to go twenty feet.If that’s
stored and go out and race around in counters, and after a moment it occurs what you’re looking for. I’m not pre-
them on weekends, though he’s never to her that the intervals between them suming, am I?”
seen any of that, except online, and it are getting shorter and shorter, so she “Pull up here,” she says, and that’s
might just be a fantasy, for all he knows. turns, focusses on the street ahead, and when she sees Keystone, in a pair of tan
“What are you talking about?” he says. says, “Aren’t you going too fast, Carly?” Dockers and an emerald long-sleeved
“You going to steal a fleet car?” Immediately the car slows. “Forty- shirt with a pair of red fire-breathing
“No,” Warren says, levelling a look four in a thirty-five zone, but there’s no dragons embroidered on the front.He
at him.“I’m going to steal two.”
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BY DAVID DENBY
en Hecht, the greatest of Ameri- day to divert their underpaid hunkies delible story and moved on.Hecht also
B can screenwriters, produced, near
the end of his career, a garrulous auto-
from going on strike by shouting them
dizzy with God,” he tells us.
pulled together and revivified a stalled
“Gone with the Wind” and worked as
biography, “A Child of the Century,” in How many of these details are true? a last-minute fixer on “Stagecoach,” “The
which he tells us the following:In 1910, It’s impossible to say, but truth, in this Shop Around the Corner,” “Foreign
at the age of sixteen, he left the Univer- case, may not be the point.As Norman Correspondent,” and “Gilda.” An enor-
sity of Wisconsin after attending for Mailer noted in 1973, Hecht was “never mously talented man—“He invented
three days and took a train to Chicago. a writer to tell the truth when a con- eighty per cent of what is used in Holly-
He had fifty dollars in his pocket.Hav- coction could put life in his prose.” wood movies today,” Jean-Luc Godard
ing slept on a bench in the Chicago rail- Hecht’s gift for confabulated anecdote said in 1968—he was also frivolous, or-
road station, he tried to go see a show suggests one reason that he became so nery,and contradictory.The best screen-
at the Majestic Vaudeville Theatre, successful as a Hollywood entertainer. writer in Hollywood was contemptuous
only to be accosted by a distant relative, What Hecht got out of his ruffian jour- of movies as an art form (“an outhouse
Manny Moyses,a liquor salesman “with nalistic years shaped his temperament, on the Parnassus,” Hecht declared), and
a large red nose.” Moyses pried him and that temperament in turn shaped had little trust in the wisdom of studio
loose from the ticket line and brought American movies in the thirties. The bosses and producers (“nitwits on a par
him to meet a client who also had a red raffishness, the abruptness, the fusillade with the lower run of politicians I had
nose,the publisher of the Chicago Daily of insults and wisecracks; the fascina- known”). Always a writer, he was un-
Journal,one John C.Eastman.The pub- tion with violence and the illicit;the di- certain of his identity in other ways.He
lisher was throwing a party that night vision of the world into the knowing said that he never thought of himself as
and needed something he could show (typically urban and male) and the saps a Jew until the late nineteen-thirties,
off.He told the young man that he would (often rural)—such qualities made the but, in the following years, he struggled
hire him if he wrote a profane poem—a comedies and the melodramas of the to rouse concern in Hollywood and New
poem about a bull that swallows a bum- Depression a hardheaded new Ameri- York about the ongoing massacres in
blebee. (Don’t ask.) Hecht wrote the can art, an art that moved faster and Nazi-occupied Europe.
poem while Eastman was out to lunch, ran shallower than life. Adina Hoffman’s superb “Ben Hecht:
and got the job. For some months, he Hecht’s film résumé is difficult to Fighting Words, Moving Pictures”
wrote nothing for the Journal,but made sort out,in part because he was indiffer- (in the Yale Jewish Lives series) loads
himself useful by invading the homes ent to getting screen credit, though not Hecht’s staggering contradictions into a
of people suffering one tragedy or an- to getting paid.He worked on “Under- compact but abounding two hundred
other and stealing a picture of the vic- world,” “The Front Page” (which yielded and twenty pages.Hoffman,born in Mis-
tim,usually a woman,which would then the sensationally effective remake “His sissippi, has lived in Israel and has de-
appear in the paper. At the age of sev- Girl Friday”), “Scarface,” “Twentieth voted books to the city of Jerusalem and
enteen, he became a full-time reporter, Century,” “Design for Living,” “Nothing to the Palestinian poet Taha Muham-
and attained what he called a “bug-in- Sacred,” “Wuthering Heights,” “Gunga mad Ali, in addition to serving time as
a-rug citizenship” of Chicago. In his Din,” “Notorious,” various minor but a movie critic (for the Jerusalem Post and
book, Hecht recalls the local-journal- potent noir movies, and many other The American Prospect).In her biography
ism obsessions in the nineteen-tens and things. Some of these were original of Hecht, she expertly links Hollywood
twenties—spectacular crimes and mu- screenplays, some were adaptations, and New York,American Jewish conun-
nicipal frauds, a general atmosphere of some were collaborations (with his pals drums and the intricacies of Zionist pol-
license, exploitation, and swindle.“The Charles MacArthur or Charles Lederer); itics.Immersing herself in Hecht’s nov-
Stockyards’ owners imported Billy Sun- a few times he simply provided an in- els and tracts (no easy task), she writes
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COURTESY LUSHA NELSON; OPPOSITE: BRIAN REA
Hecht (pictured with Charles MacArthur, left, in 1935) helped create both the gangster film and the screwball comedy.
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point. We were not inside the routines of human
greed or social pretenses. We were without po-
liteness. . . . We who knew nothing spoke out
of a knowledge so overwhelming that I, for
one, never recovered from it. Politicians were
crooks. The leaders of causes were scoundrels.
Morality was a farce full of murder, rapes, and
love nests. Swindlers ran the world and the
Devil sang everywhere. These discoveries filled
me with a great joy.
personhood: McCrae’s intervention is no escape: “Even in my dreams,” he Crafted from Gold and Platinum
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Denied the safe house of interiority what
so lavishly furnished for even the dim- God said what words God spoke to
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And winked and there you were
To make my way through you I have to
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and who is almost certainly the former
ON TELEVISION talk-show host Ricki Lake, or perhaps
Sherri Shepherd. There’s a genuinely
impressive Bee; based on the clues, she
STAR 69 seems to be Gladys Knight,an icon who
probably didn’t expect to be competing
The pursuit of fame on “The Masked Singer” and “The Other Two.” with the Pineapple, who, it turns out, is
the stoner comic Tommy Chong.
BY EMILY NUSSBAUM The episodes feature elaborately cho-
reographed singing competitions, al-
though nobody is especially interested
in whether the contestants sing well,and
that’s good, because only a few do. In-
stead, the forum is framed—mock sin-
cerely—as a kind of liberation for celeb-
rities suffering from too much exposure.
“With this mask on,the tables are turned!
I see you, but you can’t see me,” squeaks
the Alien,who,in her introductory video,
wears a sweatshirt reading “Don’t Talk
to Me!” and an insect mask with ma-
genta eyes. She explains to the packed
stadium, “In my family, anonymity is a
completely alien concept”—a clue that
she’s a Kardashian, or maybe a Hilton.
Under the sweatshirt, there’s an apple-
shiny red catsuit.“I betcha she’s a model,”
Jenny McCarthy, one of the judges, says.
Is it Bella Hadid? The vengeful ghost of
a Dionne quintuplet? Every masked per-
formance is followed by a heated brain-
storm to guess the star’s real name, like
Influencer Rumpelstiltskin.
The wildest routines—such as a
straitjacketed Rabbit twitching to “Livin’
la Vida Loca” as flames shoot up, or
some Fosse-esque gyrations by one-eyed
monsters—do have a giddy,“Laugh-In”
camp appeal. If you, like me, enjoy ka-
raoke, think you like songs just because
“ E nter the Pineapple!” Nick Can-
non,Mariah Carey’s ex-husband,
mean it’s not fun. Based on the South
Korean series “King of Mask Singer,”
you recognize them,and appreciate fash-
ion that combines neon, puppetry, and
shouts.As Salt-N-Pepa’s “Whatta Man” “The Masked Singer” is a reality show capes, you’ll find something to enjoy.
thumps over the loudspeakers,the mys- in which contestants disguise themselves (The costumes alone make the show
tery contestant struts onto the stage, in Comic Con-style costumes,then com- watchable.) Still, the outrageousness is
his head concealed by a bulbous pine- pete for—well, mostly, to be recognized somewhat dampened by the number of
apple mask. His Hawaiian shirt hangs as worthy of their fame.The competi- times that the judges, whose fame is
open, revealing fake abs.A plastic par- tors are all C-level celebrities (or A- or about the same level as that of the con-
rot bobs on his shoulder. Two mock B-level ones—it’s impossible to say, al- testants (they include Nicole Scher-
bodyguards strut behind him. A chy- though I doubt that Beyoncé is lurking zinger, from the Pussycat Dolls, and
ron pops up,reading “Pineapple.Weak- inside the Alien). It’s a bit like “What’s Ken Jeong), stiltedly announce, “This
ness: Ripens Quickly.” My Line?” merged with Pokémon Go. show is crazy!” The banter is resolutely
Ripening quickly also happens to be Each participant gets a moniker— cheesy. (“It’s like buttah,” Scherzinger
the weakness of a lot of reality compe- the Monster, the Lion, the Poodle— says.) If you’re relaxed or,ideally,stoned,
titions, particularly those based on gim- and a voice-distortion algorithm.There’s the dad jokes can be comforting, with
micks as extreme as that of “The Masked the Unicorn,who speaks in a tinny voice, a TV blandness that spans decades of
Singer,” a Gaga-glittery pageant on Fox like a broken Siri. There’s the Raven, bad taste, in the honorable tradition of
that has become a surprise hit. But just with a glorious span of slick black wings, “Donny & Marie.”
because something is dumb fun doesn’t whose “strength” is being “empathetic,” In Vulture,the reality-TV critic Andy
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Dehnart offered an aficionado’s brisk, toward their first movie première, ready
convincing diagnosis of the show’s main to charge their drinks to Billy Eichner’s
flaw: unlike the Korean version,it drags. tab, “we must live every day like it’s the
It should be a two-night event, not last day that Chase is famous!”
something that goes on for weeks; “The Other Two,” which was created
the unmaskings should come faster; and by two “Saturday Night Live” writers, is
we should get a reasonably revelatory full of giggle-inducing satires of Holly-
interview once the mask comes off. wood, from Chase’s fake celebrity dates
The judges should also, he suggests, to the red-carpet questions he cheerfully
know what they’re talking about— evades.“Israel or Palestine?” one reporter
right now, they swing between off-base asks. “I think they’re both dope and
guesses (a celebrity chef ?) and joke should just keep being true to them-
guesses (Ruth Bader Ginsburg!). My selves!” Chase replies.A sweet,well-man-
less informed complaint is that, if I’m nered blank, he gets re-branded by the
going to watch a Broadway/Vegas trivia day, from “cute” to “woke” to “bad boy,”
game, it shouldn’t feature so many—or, as his hashtags are monitored like vol-
really, any—athletes. They can’t sing, atile stocks. There are great set pieces
and I don’t know, or care, who any of involving Justin Theroux’s glam-mini-
them are, and you can’t make me. malist apartment, which contains both
Because, really, that’s the problem: a church and a motorcycle toilet.Wanda
you do need to care who the star is when Sykes is funny as a music publicist; Ken
it’s revealed.Instead,that moment bursts Marino, as Chase’s suspiciously boy-
the fantasy bubble—all along,we’ve been focussed manager, does his creepy-
watching a variety show featuring Terry pathos thing. But, rather than simply
Bradshaw singing Imagine Dragons. caricaturing Hollywood’s bottom-feed-
One of reality TV’s most impressive, ers—a specialty of harsher satires such
and underpraised, achievements has as “Difficult People,” “Unbreakable
been its ability to find ultra-talented no- Kimmy Schmidt,” and “BoJack Horse-
bodies, like Kelly Clarkson, and reveal man”—“The Other Two” has a surpris-
that they’re secretly stars.“The Masked ing tender streak.In certain ways, it re-
Singer” is a pleasantly goofy,undemand- sembles the Canadian sitcom “Schitt’s
ing diversion, but too often it does the Creek,” another charming fish-out-of-
opposite: it makes you miss the mask. water family story, and another show
with a layered queer male hero.
n “The Other Two,” a smart new sit- Although every character, including
I com on Comedy Central, a thirteen- Chase’s mom,who is pursuing her “Year
year-old Justin Bieber-like YouTube star, of Yes,” gets shading as the season goes
Chase Dreams (Case Walker), moves on, the strongest story traces Cary’s You deserve
from Ohio to New York with his wid- dawning recognition of just how warped
owed stage mom (Molly Shannon,wear- he’s been by years of playing it straight.
ing a magnificent moussed mullet), to When Chase releases a tween anthem
a good laugh.
grab the golden ring of tween celebrity. called “My Brother’s Gay,” Cary is em-
But, as the title indicates, the series isn’t barrassed.But it liberates him, too, and Get cartoons
so much about Chase’s rise as about the he quickly begins to embrace his new and more funny stuff in
breakdown it triggers in the lesser brand—only to find that that choice
Dreams standing next to him: his sis- has its underside as well.Soon, he’s ag- your in-box with the
ter, Brooke (Heléne Yorke), a dancer gressively pursuing “likes” with a group Daily Humor newsletter.
turned homeless party girl, and his of outrageous “Instagays.” (“I used to
brother, Cary (Drew Tarver), a gay be fat,” one hunk explains solemnly, de-
waiter/actor who struggles to get cast scribing his brand.“But now I have two
in a cat-food ad as “man at party who nieces.”) He finds himself nervously
smells fart.” Chase’s siblings aren’t mean serving mojitos to Andy Cohen.He has
about his fame—in fact, they’re often potential,but it’s as ephemeral as a Snap-
the only protective people around, ob- chat post. “Do you know how many
jecting when his manager wants, say, to views your video has?” an awful new
dye Chase’s tongue. But his rising sta- agent asks him. “Fifteen million.” She Sign up at
tus does trigger a desperation not to adds, “And that means I can make you newyorker.com/humoremail
throw away their own shot. “Cary,” the most famous person in the world—
Brooke says,as the two drift,overdressed, for the next fourteen hours.”
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obstetrician and a member of the S.S.—a
THE CURRENT CINEMA combination so extreme that it belongs,
perhaps, in a schlockier film altogether.
Dresden is levelled in one infernal night,
EYES WIDE OPEN and, as the war crawls to a close, See-
band is captured by the Russians.After
“Never Look Away.” saving his skin, if not his soul, by assist-
ing in the birth of a Russian child, he
BY ANTHONY LANE slots into the Communist regime of
East Germany with the disciplined ease
he hero of “Never Look Away” is handing him a bouquet of flowers as his that made him so capable a Nazi.
T called Kurt Barnert,and,for the bulk
of the narrative, which covers his early
car goes by. But what propels the film,
in the course of more than three hours,
“Never Look Away” is written and
directed by Florian Henckel von Don-
adult years and the start of his career as is a growing awareness that appearances nersmarck, who won an Oscar for “The
an artist, he is played by Tom Schilling. are not merely deceptive but doomed to Lives of Others” (2006).That movie, a
But the movie begins when Kurt is a boy be incomplete; they dare us to pierce saga of surveillance and baffled yearning,
of six, and the actor who takes the role, them, as best we can, and to puzzle over measured the grip of the Stasi on daily
Cai Cohrs, exerts, I would say, a more the truths that they encrypt. Elisabeth, existence and the effects of what you
powerful pull on your attention.You can’t for instance, is profoundly troubled in might call intrusive-compulsive disorder.
What the new film suggests, over and
over, is that, for a person held in that
grip—or, indeed, for the Seebands who
do the gripping—the political shape of
the state is immaterial.Distinctions be-
tween left and right mean nothing to
the crushed.What Kurt observed about
art as a child,for example,is what he dis-
covers afresh when,in the East Germany
of the nineteen-fifties, he enrolls in art
school and is corralled, like his confrères,
into Socialist Realism.The wider cause
is paramount, and to serve one’s private
needs, in paint, is to yield to the bour-
geois blandishments of the self.“Me,me,
me!” his teacher exclaims, decrying the
modernist mysteries of the West.
Kurt falls in love with a fashion stu-
dent named Ellie (Paula Beer),who sews
Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck’s film pits art against German history. him a suit.There’s a strange nocturnal
sequence, which begins as the two of
take your eyes off his eyes—blue and un- mind, and, back at home, Kurt finds her them, lying in bed, hear her parents re-
blinking, as he confronts the world like sitting at the piano in the nude.She standsturning unexpectedly. Kurt, minus his
a camera with the shutter left open, per- up, hits herself on the head, drawing clothes,leaps out of the window and into
mitting the images to burn into his brain. blood, and says, “I’m playing a concert a fir tree—a dark, primitive, and very
The opening scene is set in Dresden, in Germanic gag.He climbs down, a bare,
for the Führer.” Still the little boy looks.
1937, and one thing Kurt stares at with As she is taken away in an ambulance, forked animal, and comes face to face
particular care is a Kandinsky from 1921. he briefly puts his hand in front of his with Ellie’s mother,Martha (Ina Weisse).
It’s a small abstract painting, one of a face, to occlude his final sight of her, Without raising the alarm, she lets him
cluster of works that have been gathered, much as Tom Hanks gazes up from Earth, scamper off. Meanwhile, Ellie’s father,
under Nazi auspices, to be jeered at for in “Apollo 13” (1995), and uses his thumb who saw nothing,goes upstairs and shuts
their decadence and their moral defor- to blot out the moon he will never reach. his daughter’s window.As he leans over
mity. Kurt is viewing the collection in Elisabeth is treated by Carl Seeband to blow out her candle, we see him for
the company of his beloved aunt, Elisa- (Sebastian Koch), although the treat- the first time. It’s the Professor.
beth (Saskia Rosendahl), and she quietly ment, in grim violation of the Hippo-
says to him,as they stand before the Kan- cratic oath, consists of sterilization and, f you are as slow on the uptake as I
dinsky, “Don’t tell anybody, but I like it.”
To all appearances, Elisabeth is a
later, euthanasia.The insanity lies not I am, you’ll need a few seconds to
in the patient but in the society that piece together the evidence. It’s like
model citizen, tall and fair. When Hit- wolfs her down. Seeband, who insists this:Kurt adores, and will soon marry,
ler visits the city, she has the honor of on being addressed as “Professor,” is an the child of the man who sent Aunt
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Elisabeth to her death. And neither citizens.To be fair,you don’t envy Schil- poser is Max Richter, and you won-
he nor Seeband has made the connec- ling in his task. Compared with spy- der: Is Donnersmarck racking up the
tion.In fact, it is only Kurt’s work that ing, the ordeal of artistry is notoriously Richters? If so, why not have Bach
will—years later, once he, Ellie, and hard to feign, and only the wisest ac- played by Sviatoslav, or conducted by
her parents have fled to West Ger- tors have flourished in the attempt. Karl?) Also, the spaciousness of the
many, and after much trial and error Think of the great Michel Piccoli, for plot allows for the gravest errors of
in his creative approach—start to probe whom Emmanuelle Béart so patiently judgment.A sequence in which women
the wounds of the past.Even then, we posed, hour upon hour, in Jacques suffering from mental afflictions are
don’t get the sense that he’s wreaking Rivette’s “La Belle Noiseuse” (1991), led naked into a gas chamber ought
a conscious revenge; rather, his paint- and whose intensity, like Mühe’s, never not to have made the final cut; many
ings are in themselves acts of investi- flagged. people will ask why it should have been
gation.Neither purgative, like therapy, Donnersmarck, in the end credits, filmed in the first place.
nor sententious, like propaganda, they offers thanks to the German painter Then, there are the contrivances on
simply sit on the white walls or the Gerhard Richter, who is still alive, which the movie turns.I was especially
cold floor of Kurt’s studio and bear and the extent to which “Never Look taken with the lad who just happens
witness with a frightening honesty, so Away” does or does not mirror his bi- to enter a restaurant where Seeband
much so that, when Seeband first sees ography is already a matter of debate. and Kurt are dining, long after the war,
them, you hold your breath. Will he (It was recently explored in these pages and hawks a newspaper, crying out that
heed what they have to say? by Dana Goodyear.) The paintings on a prominent Nazi doctor, the Profes-
This is Sebastian Koch’s moment. show in the film are a spirited exer- sor’s former boss, is under arrest. For
He is a handsome presence onscreen, cise in the Richteresque, and it’s no chronic storytellers, though, coinci-
with a formality that grows more in- surprise to learn that they were done dence is a natural ingredient of fate,
teresting as it is compromised.In “The by Andreas Schön, a former assistant and Donnersmarck is something of a
Lives of Others,” he was a successful of Richter’s. Should you seek the real rigorous romantic—a rare breed, un-
playwright in East Berlin, striving thing, however, I would steer you embarrassed by the urge for melodrama,
equally to obey and to buck the sys- toward “Gerhard Richter Painting” and by tales that are lavishly uphol-
tem. Here, as the Professor, with his (2011), a fine documentary by Corinna stered and plainly told.The most com-
sombre suits and his clinician’s coats, Belz, which reveals the artist to be far mon complaint is that he’s old-fash-
his stiffness remains intact until he is more gnomic than Kurt Barnert, and ioned, but that is no crime, and a more
accosted by the paintings, whereupon more puckishly amused.Talking of his antic or more aggressive style would
he shies away, folding into himself, and pictures, he remarks, “They do what hardly have improved “The Lives of
crumples like a man made of paper. they want,” and “I don’t like the ones Others.” The latest film, stately rather
The whole scene is beautifully gauged, I understand.” than stealthy, is no match for it, but
and the problem is that Koch—like It may be that the ideal viewer of you are borne along, nonetheless, by
Weisse, as Seeband’s anxiously watch- “Never Look Away” will be one who the clash of characters, and by the iro-
ful wife, and like Rosendahl, as Elisa- has never heard of Richter, and who nies of historical momentum.Only by
beth—overshadows Tom Schilling, is at liberty to greet the movie on its glancing backward into the shadows,
who is suave but anodyne in the lead- own ground.Less compact than “The we realize, can Kurt, like his homeland,
ing role. He is a flimsy successor to Lives of Others,” it ranges much more hope to progress.One brush with des-
the late Ulrich Mühe,who brought such widely, in both tone and time, and la- tiny, and the painter comes alive.
mesmerizing calm and concentration to bors under a musical score so tena-
“The Lives of Others,” as the operative cious that you feel half bullied into the NEWYORKER.COM
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