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CONTRIBUTORS
Ben Taub (“Murder in Malta,” p. 38) is Nicola Twilley (“A Healing Virus?,”
a staff writer. He won the 2020 Pulitzer p. 32), a frequent contributor to the mag-
Prize for feature writing. azine, is a co-host of the “Gastropod”
podcast. In July, she will publish, with
Cynthia Zarin (Poem, p. 62), a regular Geoff Manaugh, “Until Proven Safe.”
contributor to The New Yorker since
1983, teaches at Yale. Her latest book is Mark O’Connell (“Story Time,” p. 26)
“Two Cities.” is the author of, most recently, “Notes
from an Apocalypse.”
Calvin Tomkins (“Radical Alienation,”
p. 50), a staff writer, published “The Jena Friedman (Shouts & Murmurs,
Lives of Artists,” a six-volume collection p. 31), the creator of “Soft Focus with
of his profiles, in 2019. Jena Friedman,” on Adult Swim, was a
writer on “Borat Subsequent Moviefilm.”
Mariana Enriquez (Fiction, p. 60) is the
author of two story collections, trans- David Hockney (Cover) is a painter,
lated from the Spanish by Megan Mc- a printmaker, a stage designer, and a
Dowell: “Things We Lost in the Fire,” photographer. An exhibition of his
published in 2017, and “The Dangers of portraits is on display at the Morgan
Smoking in Bed,” which is out next year. Library & Museum, in New York.
Anand Gopal (Books, p. 74), an assistant Mark Wunderlich (Poem, p. 47), the
research professor at Arizona State director of the Bennington Writing
University, is writing a book about the Seminars, has written the poetry col-
Arab revolutions. lection “God of Nothingness,” which
is due out in January.
Alexandra Schwartz (On Television,
p. 82) joined the magazine in 2013 and Joshua Rothman (A Critic at Large, p. 69)
has been a staff writer since 2016. is the ideas editor of newyorker.com.
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PROMOTION
THE MAIL
PRINCESS DI ONSCREEN confirmed the details of their stories
with our fact-checking department.
Hilton Als, in his fine review of the new The New Yorker has now found strong
season of “The Crown,” on Netflix, says evidence that Nishida, Shimada, and
that Emma Corrin, who plays Princess Ishii—central figures in the piece—made
Diana, seems “disembodied” in the role false biographical claims to Batuman
(On Television, November 23rd). I find and to a fact checker. What we uncovered
his criticism to be overly harsh. Corrin suggests that Nishida and Shimada did
nails the young Diana’s graceful move- not provide their real full names (which,
ments and shy gaze. The season ends out of respect for their privacy, we are
before Prince Charles and Diana’s di- withholding here), and that each is mar-
vorce; it was not until afterward that ried, although they had claimed to be a
Diana lost her shyness and became the lonely widower and a single mother, re-
confident woman whom people remem- spectively. Shimada is apparently mar-
ber and admire. ried to Ishii, who also claimed in the piece
Aphrodite Moissis to be single.
Athens, Greece Upon learning this information, The
New Yorker contacted all three people.
I agree with Als that “The Crown” shows Ishii denied any deception, and main-
how the British Royal Family’s reality tained that the interviewees were real cli-
is “more like [ours] than not.” This is ents. He said that he had been supporting
most evident in the character of Diana, Shimada and her family, but did not give
whose struggle with bulimia and de- a clear answer as to whether they are mar-
pression holds important lessons. As an ried. Nishida and Shimada both admitted
eighteen-year-old, I am surrounded by that they had given altered names, but
toxic social-media culture, and my peers said that their stories were otherwise true.
constantly compare themselves to oth- Shimada maintained that she was in fact
ers. In portraying Diana’s feelings of de- an ongoing client of Family Romance,
feat and self-hatred, the show offers per- and Nishida said that he was a former
spective on how internal suffering can client; both said that they had changed
coexist with popularity. It is through its their names to protect their privacy.
depiction of Diana that “The Crown” The phenomenon of businesses in
has its greatest impact. Japan that offer “rental” relatives to console
Lauren Lisauskas the lonely and to provide other role-play
Derry, N.H. services is well documented, and both
Batuman and our fact checkers acted in
EDITORS’ NOTE: In 2019, the Japanese good faith in their work. We remain confi-
press uncovered evidence that an em- dent about the value of “A Theory of Rel-
ployee of Family Romance, a Japanese ativity” as an exploration of ideas of family
rental-family agency described in the in Japan and more widely. But our find-
New Yorker article “A Theory of Rela- ings about Nishida, Shimada, and Ishii
tivity” (April 30, 2018), had falsely posed contradict fundamental aspects of these
as a client of the company in a TV doc- individuals’ stories, and broadly under-
umentary. As a result of this revelation, mine the credibility of what they told us.
the magazine began an investigation into The article appears in its original
whether similar misrepresentations had form on newyorker.com, accompanied
been made for its article. by this note.
Two Family Romance clients, Ka-
zushige Nishida and Reiko Shimada, •
appeared in the piece, as did the com- Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
pany’s founder, Yūichi Ishii. (Shimada address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
was referred to only by her first name.) themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
All three were interviewed by the arti- any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
cle’s author, Elif Batuman, and later of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
In an effort to slow the spread of the coronavirus, many New York City venues are closed.
Here’s a selection of culture to be found around town, as well as online and streaming.
DECEMBER 16 – 22, 2020
The tree at Rockefeller Center may have its own prime-time special, but for seasonal spectacle it’s hard to
compete with the lights of Dyker Heights (pictured). Since the mid-nineteen-eighties, the residents of this
Brooklyn neighborhood have been turning their homes into high-wattage displays between Thanksgiving
and the New Year. (The event has become so synonymous with Christmas in New York City that it’s the
theme of a holiday window at Saks Fifth Avenue this year.) Optimal viewing is between dusk and 9 P.M.
Beth Lipman
This glass artist’s compact mid-career sur-
vey at the Museum of Arts & Design, titled
“Collective Elegy,” is a seductive, cinematic
affair, well suited to Lipman’s themes and
to her glittering, translucent medium. The
show’s breathtaking centerpiece is presented
for maximum effect: a phantasmic sculptural
still-life of a banquet table, from 2015, greets
visitors as they get off an elevator. The array
of elements—bowls of fruit and piles of
books, redolent of European painting his-
tory—are upturned by a forest of prehis-
toric plants. The tension between historical
and prehistoric time is a through line in
Lipman’s work (which also includes photo-
graphs). An enchanted pastoral sensibility,
inflected by decorative-art traditions, rules.
But one large piece departs from the over-all
look of things. Here, enlarged images, cut
out and sandwiched between plates of glass,
are arranged to form a disjointed interior.
According to an accompanying guide, the
Visit Bureau, on the Lower East Side, before Jan. 9, and you’ll be met at the depicted objects are as historically disparate
as a bookshelf from Frederick Douglass’s li-
door by two dogs—a pair of spare, exquisitely detailed graphite drawings brary and a typewriter belonging to the con-
by the American artist Caleb Considine. The sketches, of statues flanking a servationist Rachel Carson. Titled “House
mausoleum in Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery, are virtuosically lifelike Album,” the ambitious collage-installation,
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completed this year, sparks excitement about
(all of Considine’s pictures are rendered from direct observation, not photo- Lipman’s next move.—J.F. (madmuseum.org)
graphs), but they’re also a reminder that works of art—discrete objects with
the power to outlast what they depict—are only like life. Considine’s quietly
beautiful show of five very small paintings (including “Dre’s Cup,” pictured TELEVISION
above) captures the mood of the past nine months, intensely concentrated
and fragmentary, when the endless news cycle might be relieved by a walk On Pointe
outdoors (the subject of the darkly comic hybrid of landscape and still- Serendipitously for ballet lovers, in this
life “Hardball with Chris Matthews in Central Park”) and the nighttime season devoid of live performance, Dis-
view out a studio window in Industry City was uncannily quiet. But all of ney+ filmed a documentary series about the
School of American Ballet—the training
these sombre canvases are as timeless as they are topical.—Andrea K. Scott academy of New York City Ballet—just last
year. The six-part series, available on Dec.
18, follows several children from various
backgrounds, from eight to eighteen years
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“Let It Rain,” is a glimpse of Tate at the peak airy, bringing to mind not only Mondrian’s old, through their classes at the prestigious
of her alchemical powers.—Sheldon Pearce squares but also the pleasures of influence school, and documents their preparations
and inspiration.—Hilton Als (karmakarma.org) for George Balanchine’s “Nutcracker.” The
kids involved are extraordinary in their
focus, desire, and rigor, and the filmmakers
ART Mernet Larsen reveal how hard they work; their level of
This American artist has worked at the discipline often surprises even their own
outer limits of representational painting parents. Thankfully, the series also avoids
Louise Fishman for some six decades, producing sharp-edged the usual cliché about ballet: that it’s a
At eighty-one, Fishman is painting with a vignettes that transform the abstract geom- world filled with mean-spirited, abusive
vigor and discipline that might inspire envy etries of Russian Constructivism into boxy control freaks. To the contrary, the teach-
in younger artists were it not for the love and heads, limbs, and other figurative elements. ers, many of them younger than one might
light in her work—the product of her gener- To accompany Larsen’s show of new work in expect, come across as humane, devoted,
ous hand and eye. Fishman’s tremendously Tribeca, the James Cohan gallery has posted and extremely serious about their craft and
energetic new two-part exhibition at Karma a short film on its Web site, in which the their students.—Marina Harss
conveys perseverance, and what life has to artist explains the origins of her singular
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND BUREAU
offer, if you remain open to it. Coming of approach; in addition, all her new paintings’
age at the tail end of Abstract Expressionism, titles directly reference the Constructivist A Teacher
the painter went through a number of styles polymath El Lissitzky. In “Solar System, A promising but emotionally vacant explora-
(some of her early works employed language) Explained (after El Lissitzky),” a planetary tion of an illicit student-teacher relationship,
before distilling her influences, from Agnes model rests in the center of a dining table; based on an indie film of the same name (both
Martin and Joan Mitchell to feminist politics, the blocky forms that surround it come to created by Hannah Fidell), this miniseries, on
into a potent vocabulary that plays with space represent people with the addition of the FX on Hulu, wishes to splash cold, purifying
in a sometimes languid, sometimes jarring, simplest details (as when a plank and a white water on an all but permitted perversion:
but always graceful way. The brushstrokes polyhedron become a leg and a sneaker). In the sexual abuse of boys and young men by
in the striking vertical “Mondrian’s Grave” “Gurney (after El Lissitzky),” a lone rec- women. Claire Wilson (Kate Mara), a new
(2018) are layered and dense, yet somehow tilinear woman inhabits a hospital scene, English teacher at Westerbrook High School,
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fearmongering.—Doreen St. Félix (Reviewed in with dancers’ voices, explores the powerful ning of ballet, available to view online Dec. 17-
our issue of 12/14/20.) legacy of this American classic. The dance, 20. (The program, which is essentially a fund-
which was filmed in Ailey’s theatre and at raiser for the dancers, encourages donations.)
Wave Hill, in the Bronx, will be released on the The cast is drawn from A.B.T., New York City
company’s YouTube page on Dec. 17.—M.H. Ballet, and Dance Theatre of Harlem, among
DANCE (alvinailey.org) other companies. A few highlights include the
pas de deux from Christopher Wheeldon’s
“After the Rain,” performed by the magnetic
New York City Ballet Boston Ballet duo of Calvin Royal III, of A.B.T., and Unity
The Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, Alvin “The Gift,” a holiday installment of Boston Phelan, of City Ballet, and a pas de deux from
Ailey, and “The Nutcracker” are New York’s Ballet’s virtual offerings, which the company “The Nutcracker,” performed by Dance The-
holiday triumvirate; this year, all but the tree is calling “BB@yourhome,” is a selection of atre of Harlem’s Crystal Serrano and A.B.T.’s
lighting have gone virtual. As luck would have dances set to Duke Ellington and Billy Stray- Aran Bell.—M.H. (liveartsglobal.com)
it, New York City Ballet’s classic “Nutcracker” horn’s infectious “Nutcracker Suite,” from
was filmed last year, and is available on the 1960; it can be streamed for forty dollars,
online platform Marquee TV, through Jan. 3, Dec. 17-27. The program begins with a clas- Pam Tanowitz Dance
for twenty-five dollars. The production, which sical version of Act II’s grand pas de deux, On Dec. 12, the Joyce Theatre followed its
has been around since 1954, is embedded in presented by the company’s artistic director, successful late-October live streaming of
many people’s memories: from the tree, which Mikko Nissinen, and features choreography Molissa Fenley’s solo “State of Darkness” with
grows with great fanfare to more than three by several of the company’s dancers, including a live stream of Tanowitz’s brilliant troupe
times its original size, to Marie’s travelling Chyrstyn Fentroy, My’Kal Stromile, and Ga- (available through Dec. 26). The idea is the
bed and the Sugarplum Fairy’s magical glide briel Lorena.—M.H. (bostonballet.org) same: the dance happens in the theatre; you
across the floor, en pointe, in the grand fi- watch at home. This time, though, there are
nale (facilitated by a tiny, invisible platform seven radiant dancers at once, and one of the
pulled by a stagehand). The cast is led by the Limón Dance Company works, “Finally Unfinished: Part 1,” is a world
company’s senior ballerina, Maria Kowroski Pushing seventy-five years old, the company première that travels through the building, a
(Sugarplum), Tyler Angle (her Cavalier), and founded by José Limón soldiers on with a promising gambit in Tanowitz’s hands. The
Megan Fairchild (the high-flying Dewdrop). new artistic director, Dante Puleio, who took program also includes the New York première
But the real stars of the show are, as always, over in July. Dec. 19 offers a chance to see of “Gustave Le Gray, No. 2,” set to a Caroline
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Shaw refraction of a Chopin mazurka.—B.S.
(joyce.org/joycestream)
PERFORMANCE LIVE STREAM
when a couple and a single guy are the best Though Alfred Hitchcock declares, in an on- trick of paperwork, whereas guilt is the human
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of friends. A trio of recent college graduates screen prologue, that this 1956 drama differs condition.—R.B. (Streaming on TCM Dec. 17
are scraping by in Brooklyn: Alan (Justin from his other films because it’s based on a and on the TCM app.)
Rice), who has recently come to New York true story, it nonetheless belongs—in method,
to form an indie-rock band; his best friend, tone, and theme—with his more celebrated
Lawrence (Bujalski), a low-intensity gradu- works of practical mystery and elusive iden- For more reviews, visit
ate student; and Lawrence’s girlfriend, Ellie tity. Henry Fonda stars as Manny Balestrero, newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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let the texture of the tortillas sing. anyone, native Texan or not, takes issue
Do I even want to know what’s with it, I’ll gladly finish his portion.
in the tortillas? They left me so gob- The same goes for the brilliantly
TABLES FOR TWO smacked—thick, chewy, a little stretchy, conceived masa snickerdoodles, zingy
salty, charred, ever so slightly powdery with lime zest, and for the queso, which
Yellow Rose to the touch—that I think I’d rather happens to be vegan, made with ca-
102 Third Ave. not; to peek behind the curtain is to shew cheese, potato, and guajillo chilies.
risk dissolving the allure. The shelves (Before Yellow Rose, Dave cooked at
“Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an ob- of dry goods in the restaurant’s small Superiority Burger.) Some may argue
session,” John Steinbeck wrote in “Trav- anteroom offer a hint. (Yellow Rose, that this renders the queso inauthen-
els with Charley: In Search of America,” which opened in November where the tic, even sacrilegious. To me, it seems
his 1962 book. Then he doubled down: restaurant Feast was, in partnership with realistically modern—and absolutely
“But I think it is more than that. It is Feast’s owners, is counter service only delicious, besides, even reheated in the
a mystique closely approximating a re- for now, with outdoor seating; behind microwave.
ligion.” Consider me, at least, a wor- the swinging saloon-style doors, you’ll I would cross a frozen tundra for a
PHOTOGRAPH BY BUBI CANAL FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
shipper at the altar of Yellow Rose, a catch a glimpse of what will one day be couple of those bean-and-cheese tacos,
Texas-themed pop-up turned restaurant the bar and dining room.) Among jars not to mention brave the hubbub of
in the East Village. Obsession, indeed, of mesquite honey and bags of Ban- Third Avenue on a frigid day. You can
is what led me to commit, the other dera Rosa coffee beans, roasted in San heat them up at home, too, though it
day, to an entire Pizza Box of Tacos: Antonio—and next to a fully function- may not be necessary: hours after I
twelve freshly made Sonoran-style flour ing, and free, vintage Pac-Man arcade drove my pizza box home to Brooklyn,
tortillas, each folded around one of four machine—are sacks of stone-ground even after storing it in my refrigerator,
fillings and wrapped tightly in foil, con- flour from Barton Springs Mill, based the foil was still somehow slightly warm
tainers of a tomatillo-and-poblano salsa near Austin. to the touch. Especially paired with a kit
verde tucked beside them. I’ve observed the finicky standards to for making micheladas—a six-pack of
I recommend all of the fillings, which Texan transplants to New York Lone Star, a bottle filled with a blend of
without reservation: impossibly plump tend to hold local restaurants claim- roasted tomatoes, peppers, and pickled
shreds of chicken cooked in salsa verde; ing to represent their state. It’s hard to jalapeños, and a few tablespoons of a
a saucy carne guisada (a.k.a. beef stew), imagine better ambassadors than Yellow house-made Tajín-like seasoning (con-
featuring pink-fleshed, melt-in-your- Rose’s proprietors, Dave and Krystiana taining dried guajillo and salt, among
mouth morsels of chuck; cubes of Rizo, a married couple who moved to other ingredients), for coating the rim
fried potato dyed neon with a purée the city from San Antonio four years of a glass—they felt like the makings
of tomato, onion, and pepper. But my ago—but they’re far from staunch tradi- of a party, even if there were only two
runaway favorite is arguably the least tionalists. For their “Texas sheet cake,” a guests. (Tacos $4-$6, other dishes $5-$12.)
exciting-sounding: refried pinto beans gloriously moist chocolate sponge is lay- —Hannah Goldfield
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SPECIAL ELECTIONS some insights into how Republicans are for its relative economic comfort as for
approaching close races in a state where its historic civilrights legacy. (In January,
ast week, when Senator Kelly Loef they’ve grown accustomed to winning Loeffler attended M.L.K. Day services
L fler, Republican of Georgia, and the
Reverend Raphael Warnock, her Dem
with ease. Meanwhile, on the same night,
Ossoff debated an empty lectern, since
there, in keeping with the tradition of
Senator Johnny Isakson, whose term she
ocratic challenger in a special runoff elec Perdue did not show up to their sched was appointed to complete when he re
tion, to be held on January 5th, met for uled event. (A clip from a previous de tired.) One of twelve children, Warnock
a debate, expectations for conflict were bate, in which Ossoff called Perdue a was raised in public housing in Savannah,
high. Loeffler, who was appointed to her “crook” who was more interested in his and went on to graduate from Morehouse
seat in January, by Governor Brian Kemp, financial affairs than in the wellbeing of College and earn a doctorate from Union
needs to persuade Republican voters to the state, had gone viral.) But Loeffler, Theological Seminary, in New York.
keep her there. Warnock, a respected pas too, debated someone who wasn’t in Still, Loeffler called him “someone
tor who until recently led the New Geor the room. She addressed an imaginary that has invited Fidel Castro, a murderous
gia Project, an initiative, founded by Sta Warnock, a raging Marxist sympathizer dictator, into his own church, someone
cey Abrams, to increase voter turnout, has whom she referred to thirteen times as that has celebrated antiAmerican, anti
wide name recognition among African a “radical liberal”—a seemingly handy Semite Jeremiah Wright.” Actually, Cas
Americans but needs to turn that support oxymoron directed at people not much tro spoke in 1995 at the Abyssinian Bap
into a constituency broad enough to de interested in the significant differences tist Church in Harlem, where Warnock
liver him a victory. Neither candidate has between radicals and liberals. was a twentysixyearold youth pastor.
been elected to office before, and, almost In fact, Warnock is the senior pastor Warnock replied that he didn’t invite
certainly, neither expected to be in one of Atlanta’s Ebenezer Baptist Church, Castro and had never met him. With
of two runoff elections in the state which the institution that was home to Martin the Jeremiah Wright charge, Loeffler
will determine control of the United States Luther King, Jr., and whose congregation, was asking voters to reach back a dozen
Senate—and, by extension, the degree to years, to Barack Obama’s Presidential
which vestiges of Trumpism will remain primary campaign, and remember a now
in place during the early Biden Adminis retired clergyman whose church the
tration. (The other race pits the Republican Obamas attended and whose incendiary
senator David Perdue against the Dem sermons—recall the clip of him shout
ocrat Jon Ossoff; if the polls are to be be ing “God damn America!”—ignited a
lieved, Ossoff leads Perdue by less than firestorm but were not enough to deny
one point, and Warnock leads Loeffler Obama the nomination.
by nearly three.) If elected, Warnock will be Georgia’s
In the debate, Loeffler, who appeared first Black senator—and the eleventh
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stiff, raised familiar Republican themes, Black senator in the nation’s history. The
accusing Warnock of wanting to defund Republican plan to defeat him is appar
the police (he said that he does not), and ently drawn from the playbook used
challenged his position as a prochoice against the nation’s fifth Black senator,
clergy member. Warnock, alternately who went on to become the first Black
relaxed and subdued, stuck mostly to President. A Republican strategist told
kitchentable issues such as pandemic the Times that Ossoff is “too dull” to
relief and health care. Yet, if the debate caricature, noting that Warnock offers
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“I bet,” Yamamoto said. “this seems important.” a red barn, where he has a recording
“I have a lot of friends who are just —Charles Bethea studio festooned with gold records and
behind the cutoff,” Pritchard went on. guitars, and he sank into an armchair.
He and Yamamoto figured that about DEPT. OF EARWORMS His first memories of Navidad are from
a hundred of their classmates might NINETEEN WORDS his childhood in Puerto Rico, where he
vote, out of the hundred and fifty who’d was one of eleven boys. “We had no sep-
be old enough. “That’s why we’re doing tic tanks or anything,” he recalled. “I
this,” Pritchard said. “My résumé has al- don’t mean to rat on my father, but he
ready gone to colleges,” he added. stole chickens, and I told my parents
Yamamoto and Pritchard split off that I was going to study chickens—at
from Woodcock and her mom and took Perdue University!”
a roundabout path back to the school. riting a Christmas hit can be “Don’t encourage him,” Susan said.
(“Maybe we can register the parkour
guy,” Pritchard said.) They waved to some
W mind-blowingly lucrative, and also
a little annoying. Johnny Marks, who
“When you’re blind, you’d better have
a sense of humor, because you get a lot
underclassmen playing soccer, dodged a made millions from “Rudolph, the Red- of jerks in your path,” he went on. “Like,
spewing fire hydrant, and chatted with Nosed Reindeer,” griped in his later years, ‘What’s the matter? You blind or some-
an elderly woman for a while about pecan “This is not exactly what I hoped to be thing?’ ‘Yeah, what’s your excuse?’” His
trees and God. But they did not find remembered for.” (Too bad; “Rudolph” family moved to Spanish Harlem when
anyone who was seventeen and a half. was in the headline of his Times obitu- he was five, and he left home at eighteen,
Thirty minutes later, they debriefed ary.) José Feliciano has no ambivalence to make it as a singer in Greenwich Vil-
with the rest of the team in the school about “Feliz Navidad,” his bilingual ear- lage. In 1968, he released his hit cover of
parking lot. “We didn’t get any takers,” worm from 1970. He is celebrating its “Light My Fire” and caused a firestorm
Yamamoto said. Then she turned to a fiftieth anniversary with a live-streamed by putting a folksy spin on “The Star-
young man named Miles Havard, her concert, a children’s book, a line of branded Spangled Banner” at the World Series.
co-student-body president, who was also Teddy bears, and a re-recording featur- One day in 1970, he and his producer,
volunteering: “When’s your birthday?” ing artists such as Lin-Manuel Miranda, Rick Jarrard, were planning a holiday
“June 3rd,”Havard said. “On the day Michael Bolton, and La India. “I’m prob- album at Feliciano’s place in California,
of the registration deadline, I’ll be sev- ably going to hear a lot of ka-ching! ” he in a room with some squawking parrots.
enteen and five months and twenty-nine said recently. “Rick said, ‘José, I think it’s time for a
days. One day short.” He shook his head. Feliciano was at home in Connecticut, new Christmas song.’ Because the last
Pritchard began texting classmates in where he lives in an eighteenth-century huge one was ‘Rockin’ Around the Christ-
his address book, at random. One, Dom- former tavern. “He had his shirt off this mas Tree,’ by Brenda Lee.” Feliciano added
inick Calandra, was the right age. “He’s morning, sitting out in the sun with his as an aside, “When I was a kid, I had a
in the apartments up there,” Pritchard oatmeal,” his wife, Susan, said. When a mad crush on Brenda Lee.” Then he
said to the volunteers, pointing a few visitor arrived, Feliciano was clothed (black crooned a bit of “All Alone Am I.”
hundred yards away. He told Calandra shirt, black mask, black sunglasses) and He wrote “Feliz Navidad” in ten min-
to bring his I.D. listening to music on his porch, as his son utes. “That’s why it’s the simplest song
A few minutes later, Calandra, a skinny Jonnie stacked firewood. Feliciano, who ever written,” he said. “Nineteen words
kid with sagging jeans and tousled hair, to it”—six in Spanish (“Feliz Navidad,
arrived with four friends from the senior próspero año y felicidad” ) and thirteen in
class. Calandra was the only one who English (“I wanna wish you a merry
would be newly eligible to vote in Jan- Christmas from the bottom of my heart”),
uary. “We’re all here to register,” he mum- repeated ad nauseam. “I wanted a song
bled, drawing applause from the small that belonged to the masses,” he recalled.
crowd of volunteers. Calandra explained He and Jarrard recorded it at RCA stu-
how his day had gone. “Worked on some dios, on Sunset Boulevard, in a single
world-history work,” he said. “Then came take. “If you know where your song is
here.” A girl he’d brought with him added, going to go, you don’t have to fuck around
about the decision to come register, “It with it too much,” Feliciano said, letting
was really convenient, so we figured we out a hoot. “I used to say to myself, ‘Joke
might as well.” ’em if they can’t take a fuck!’”
“Do you guys mind if I take a pic- “O.K., that’s twice,” Susan chided him.
ture for the yearbook?” a young woman He recorded the track with the Bra-
asked. They obliged. zilian drummer Paulinho Magalhães,
Pens began to scratch paper: the scrib- accompanying himself on bass and the
ble of democracy. Pritchard offered the cuatro, a ten-string mahogany instrument
new registrants some candy. “I’m not José Feliciano his uncle had given him. The song drew
24 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
on Spanish Christmas carols, known as encouraged kids to untangle their emo- preserved only when its scribblers have
villancicos. “I’ll tell you a joke that will il- tions about the attacks through paint- gone on to be famous adult artists, or
lustrate it better,” Feliciano said. “Three ing and drawing. Some of the resulting when the work can serve some propa-
people die, and on their way to Heaven works are now part of a small but lively gandistic purpose, such as bearing heart-
St. Peter stops them and says, ‘I need exhibition of kid art, dating back to 1900, wrenching witness to war or injustice,
something from each of you that reminds that will remain on view at the museum, with atrocities depicted in styles usually
you of Christmas.’” The first man takes in Flushing Meadows–Corona Park, reserved for drawings of pets or happy
out a lighter, signifying candles. The sec- until mid-January. families. In the process of curating the
ond shakes some keys, like bells. The Can kid art be art art? Can it have show, Zion found examples of both genres.
third displays a pair of women’s panties. not just psychological or sentimental im- A domestic interior by Louise Nevelson
“St. Peter says, ‘How do these remind port but genuine cultural worth? Can it (née Berliawsky) when she was about
you of Christmas?’ And he goes, ‘These even be “good”? Well, maybe. “Children’s three betrays an eye for detail befitting
are Carol’s!’” art isn’t really treated as art normally. It’s the future sculptor of intricate wooden
“That is terrible, José,” Susan said. treated as ephemera,” Amy Zion, the cu- assemblages; a drawing by the roughly
When “Feliz Navidad” came out, Feli- rator of the Queens Museum show, said. nine-year-old Philip Howard Evergood
ciano was still married to his first wife, “We don’t really have a language to crit- pokes fun at a rich lady in a fancy hat
Hilda, and Susan was a high-school stu- ically engage with it.” (Some might argue several decades before Evergood became
dent in Detroit who had started a José that this is to kid art’s benefit.) a socially conscious W.P.A. muralist. On
Feliciano fan club. “Instead of taking the The exhibition has a complicated the grimmer side are children’s views not
bus home, I took it downtown to the de- backstory. It began with an adult artist only of 9/11 but of the Holocaust, the
partment store, where I knew they’d have named Ulrike Müller, who was commis- conflict in Kosovo, and the civil wars in
the new album,” she recalled. The song sioned, in 2019, to create a temporary Spain and Sierra Leone—the latter in-
became a crossover hit; Feliciano bought floor-to-ceiling mural in the Queens cluding a brightly colored painting of a
himself a Cadillac Eldorado. (“I wanted Museum’s lobby. That work, also now on boy being chased by another boy who is
to be like Elvis,” he said.) Does anyone view, depicts several animals of indeter- wielding what appears to be a club.
ever complain to him about the way it minate species, monumental in scale yet Zion said that she and Müller tried
lodges itself in one’s brain? “Sometimes drawn with a childlike simplicity of line to broaden the usual curatorial bound-
Texans come up to me, and they’ll say”— and shape. Müller was partly inspired by aries for kid art by including works with
he broke into a Yosemite Sam accent— “The Animals’ Conference,” an allegor- no obvious art-historical or political con-
“ ‘Hey, is yer name José Felicianer?’ And ical picture book published in 1949, by text—works that could simply be de-
I’ll say, ‘Yes, it is.’ ‘Well, I jus’ want you to Erich Kästner, in which the world’s beasts scribed as “good,” though neither woman
know, I lurve that Christmas song that band together to rid the planet of war would use that exact term. Both said that
you wrote. It’s in my head, and I cain’t and bureaucracy, disgusted by the slow they are fascinated by kids’ approaches
ever get rid of it.’” pace of human diplomacy. (They should to perspective and the sometimes inge-
“That’s a true story,” Susan said, and see us now!) The mural’s palette, though nious ways in which they organize space.
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guided him back to the house. muted, evokes the W.P.A. murals of the Examples, culled from several caches of
—Michael Schulman nineteen-thirties as well as the slightly decades-old work mainly by New York
more garish aesthetic of the 1964 New City schoolchildren, include a dramati-
ARTS AND CRAFTS DEPT. York World’s Fair. The museum is home cally angled and foregrounded pool table
NOT JUST ANY KIDS to one of the fair’s main attractions: the that Cézanne could have sketched, and
Panorama of the City of New York, an a street scene with vertical climbs wor-
insanely detailed scale model—roughly thy of Wayne Thiebaud’s San Francisco
the size of two basketball courts. paintings. “These aren’t just any kids,”
A further strand of inspiration, Müller Zion said. “They are very talented art-
said, was a conversation she had with ists who probably didn’t end up becom-
one of her art students at the Cooper ing professional artists, but their control
thought prompted by a pair of un- Union, “who, as a child, lived in lower of the page is really fantastic.”
A titled paintings currently on dis-
play at the Queens Museum: My kid
Manhattan, and told me that for a long
time after 9/11 she was drawing smoke
One small but unfortunate by-prod-
uct of the pandemic is that the busloads
could do that . . . but thank God my kid coming out of all kinds of objects”—cats’ of schoolchildren who would normally
didn’t do that. Executed in what looks ears among them. That kind of charged be pouring into the museum every day
like tempera, the first painting depicts kid art, Müller felt, might illuminate and on field trips aren’t able to encounter
two tall teal-colored slabs. In the sec- even comment on her own work. She these works by their forebears. What
ond painting, one of the slabs is now asked the museum about the possibility might they make of the exhibit, if they
stabbed by a pointy, angry red shape that of installing some alongside her mural. slowed down to take it in while tromp-
could be an airplane or an explosion or Children’s art can be difficult to cu- ing to and from the Panorama (where,
both, because the subject, of course, is rate. Aside from parents stashing it away by the way, the Twin Towers still stand),
9/11. The unknown painter, an actual in the dustier reaches of attics and stor- and then on to the gift shop?
child, had participated in a program that age units, it has tended to be valued and —Bruce Handy
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 25
uncle, a farmer, asked him to pick out a
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS chicken he liked, and he realized, be-
latedly, that he had selected not a pet
STORY TIME
but that evening’s dinner.
Thirty years later, Moore and Stew-
art are the co-directors of “Wolfwalk-
Cartoon Saloon offers a different vision for children’s entertainment. ers,” the fourth feature from Cartoon
Saloon, an independent animation stu-
BY MARK O’CONNELL dio that Moore co-founded, in his home
town, in 1999. Kilkenny is technically a
n the seventeenth century, after wolves pear on their human flesh. The meat city—I was born and raised there, and
I were hunted to extinction in most of
the British Isles, Ireland was sometimes
of their animal prey could be found in
their teeth.
I am more or less obliged to fight you
if you refer to it as a town. But it was
referred to as Wolf-Land. The impli- The animator Tomm Moore first given that status by King James I, four
cation, perhaps, was that it needed to learned of these myths as a teen-ager in centuries ago; it’s home to fewer than
be tamed. In 1649, Oliver Cromwell’s Kilkenny, in the early nineties. He be- thirty thousand people. Cartoon Saloon
New Model Army invaded Ireland on longed to a program called Young Irish used to screen works in progress in a
behalf of the Commonwealth of En- Film Makers, and one day he overheard theatre at the high school Moore went
gland, leading to the deaths of hun- two of the group’s adult facilitators re- to, and he would sometimes walk be-
dreds of thousands of Irish people. The counting the old tales. Moore had joined hind the stage and see where he’d writ-
Army also appointed professional hunt- the club because he wanted to make an- ten his name on the wall when he was
ers to cull the country’s wolves. Crom- imated movies; as a child, he had squir- fifteen. That theatre is also where he
well’s men captured the walled city of relled away acetate sheets that his father, met his wife, Liselott Olofsson, a school-
Kilkenny, which was surrounded by an engineer, brought home from work, teacher and a ceramic artist.
forests full of wolves and was home to and used them to paint cels with super- Now forty-three, Moore is a soft-spo-
as many superstitions about them. One heroes of his own devising. His partner ken man whose serious and thought-
myth held that certain natives of the in this enthusiasm was a schoolmate ful manner is periodically disrupted by
region could transform into wolves, named Ross Stewart, who also shared a gentle laugh. “I grew up thinking it
roaming the land while their ordinary Moore’s passion for animal rights—a would be terribly tragic if I stayed in
bodies lay in a kind of trance. If they somewhat eccentric preoccupation, back Kilkenny my whole life,” he told me
were injured in the course of this lu- then, for two Irish boys. Moore had felt this past spring, over Zoom. That suc-
pine marauding, the wounds would ap- strongly about the matter ever since his cess rather than stasis has kept him
The studio’s hand-drawn movies use the language of painting and illustration rather than that of the latest technology.
26 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
there is not an irony he tends to dwell valued at more than two hundred and Aiden Harte and Ross Murray, child-
on, but neither is it lost on him. Car- fifty billion dollars. But this growth— hood friends of Moore’s, have since left
toon Saloon produces movies using es- and, especially, the advent of the big the studio.) Young, an irrepressible ex-
sentially the same techniques that he streaming services, with bags of cash trovert from the west of Ireland, had
practiced on his father’s acetate sheets and a nearly bottomless need for new studied fine art in Belfast, then travelled
as a child. This approach sets it apart things to stream—has also created space for a bit, scraping together a living as
in the animation world, which has gone for more idiosyncratic operations. “Wolf- an illustrator and a street caricaturist.
almost entirely digital. But Moore be- walkers,” which began its coronavirus- Twomey was quieter, and slightly older.
lieves that computer graphics are sub- curtailed theatrical run in November, She had dropped out of school at fifteen,
ject to a built-in obsolescence. “Com- has recently arrived on Apple TV+. The after her father died, and taken a job at
puter animation is moving so fast that film appears to mark the end of one a frozen-food processing plant, watch-
‘Toy Story’ looks really ropy now,” he phase for the studio, and perhaps the ing diced carrots and peas scroll past like
said. “Whereas there are hand-drawn beginning of another. It offers an alter- a looping background in an old Hanna-
films from the nineteen-forties that still native vision of what popular art for Barbera cartoon, inventing stories to pass
stand up. ‘Bambi’ still looks really time- children might be. the time.
less. And that’s because its language is When the trio met, Sullivan Bluth
the language of painting and illustra- here was a time, around the mid- was winding up its business after a string
tion, rather than the language of the
latest technology.”
T dle of the last century, when Dis-
ney was the only studio in the En-
of box-office disappointments. The re-
naissance Bluth envisaged had occurred—
The hero of “Wolfwalkers” is a young glish-speaking world that regularly at Disney, which, spurred by the new
girl named Robyn Goodfellowe, whose produced feature-length animated films. competition, made a series of hits, in-
father, a wolf hunter, has brought her After Walt Disney died, in 1966, the cluding “Beauty and the Beast,” “Alad-
from England to Kilkenny at the height studio’s animation division entered a pe- din,” and “The Lion King.” Disney also
of Cromwell’s campaign. One night, she riod of decline; in the late seventies, one began working with the computer-ani-
sneaks into the forest, where she meets of its animators, a Mormon from Texas mation firm Pixar. The two companies
a wild girl named Mebh. Mebh is a wolf- named Don Bluth, left to start his own jointly released “Toy Story,” the world’s
walker—a shape-shifter, like the lycan- firm, eventually called Sullivan Bluth first fully computer-animated feature
thropes of local legend. The character Studios. Bluth wanted to spark a renais- film, in the fall of Moore’s freshman year.
designs are expressionistic, rendered with sance in hand-drawn animation. In the “Nearly everyone in my class ended
artful sketchiness or geometric rigidity, mid-eighties, while working on the up going into computer animation,”
according to the figures’ proximity to movie “An American Tail,” about a Moore told me. “I wanted to be a clas-
nature or to political power. There’s a mouse who leaves a Russian shtetl for sical animator in the way of the old Dis-
woodcut look to the Kilkenny back- New York City, he began to move his ney movies.” He and his friends soon
grounds, which have a flatness typical studio to Dublin, lured by fiscal entice- found other inspirations, too. Hayao
of Moore’s style, while the forest is full ments from the Irish government. That Miyazaki’s Studio Ghibli, in Tokyo, had
of circles and swoops; when the wolf- film was a hit, and so was his next, “The begun to achieve global renown, with
walkers roam, their visions have a dreamy Land Before Time,” from 1988, about its classically animated masterworks that
fluidity, as of a world delineated by scent the trials of a young apatosaurus. As drew on Shinto-inflected ideas about
more than by sight. “Wolfwalkers” is the teen-agers, Moore and Stewart wran- the oneness of nature. Another hero was
culmination of a loose trilogy of films gled an invitation to Bluth’s studio, the Canadian maverick Richard Wil-
rooted in Irish history and folklore, which thanks to a friend whose aunt worked liams, who labored for thirty years on a
began with the studio’s first feature, “The there. “We imagined it being Willy lavish fantasia called “The Thief and
Secret of Kells.” After the movie had its Wonka’s factory,” Moore said. “But it the Cobbler,” about a thirteenth-century
virtual première, at the Toronto Film seemed that Don Bluth was the only Arab folk hero. The movie employed
Festival, in September, Variety proclaimed one there with a creative job, and that radically flattened perspectives inspired
it “another stunning artwork for the ages.” for everyone else it was this really in- by Persian miniature paintings. It never
Thanks to my children, who are seven dustrial process.” got a proper release: Warner Bros., which
and two, I have invested, at a conser- Bluth needed a steady stream of tal- had agreed to finance the film, took it
vative estimate, several hundred hours ent for his Dublin offices, and so he away from Williams in 1992, the same
watching the latest animated films from helped set up an animation course at year that “Aladdin”—which borrowed
the big studios. Computer animation Ballyfermot Senior College, at that time liberally from Williams’s unfinished pic-
predominates, as does an algorithmic a vocational school in a working-class ture—had its première. Moore got hold
adherence to story mechanics that be- suburb of the city. Moore enrolled in of a rough cut, on VHS, and was awe-
trays an unwillingness to risk, even mo- 1995. He was seventeen, and Olofsson, struck. He and Harte had been trying
mentarily, the dilation of a young viewer’s who was still in school, had just become since their teens to craft a story around
attention. Although these movies are pregnant with their son, Ben. At Bally- the Book of Kells, an illuminated man-
expensive to produce, they have become fermot, Moore met Paul Young and Nora uscript of the Gospels from the eighth
one of Hollywood’s most profitable Twomey, who became co-founders of or ninth century, which is considered
genres: the animation industry is now Cartoon Saloon. (Two other founders, one of the great works of Celtic art. In
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 27
1998, Disney released “Mulan,” based on modestly artsy pub that the animators and Twomey. Stewart served as the art
a Chinese legend, and Moore decided also frequented; I heard that they were director. (Harte left the project to focus
that they had better make their Irish working on a movie about the Book of on “Skunk Fu!,” a TV show about a
feature before Disney beat them to it. Kells. Moore’s name was often invoked, kung-fu-fighting skunk, which ran for
He moved back to Kilkenny with and I imagined him as an aloof, quix- one season in 2007.) The film centers
Olofsson after graduation. The director otic figure who’d somehow dragooned on a red-headed boy named Brendan,
of Young Irish Film Makers offered him these talented young people into a mad who lives in the abbey at Kells and yearns
space in the group’s offices, and helped scheme—a feature-length cartoon about, for a life of creativity and freedom. Bren-
him secure a government grant, allow- of all things, medieval monks making dan spends his days at a scriptorium,
ing him to bring more than a dozen other an illuminated manuscript. When I learning from a master illuminator,
Ballyfermot graduates with him. “We mentioned this recently to Moore, he Brother Aidan, and gathering materi-
made it part of a personal manifesto that explained that he hadn’t been reclusive; als for ink in a nearby forest. Brendan’s
we were going to reinvent hand draw- he’d just been raising a small child. Also, uncle Cellach is the abbot; his tall, rigid
ing,” Moore told me. The studio’s first he said, although starting an animation form evokes a monastic tower. Cellach
productions were short films directed by studio in Kilkenny may have seemed has become monomaniacal about pro-
Twomey, one based on an Inuit myth, like a wild undertaking, it was “kind of tecting the monastery from Vikings by
and one, in Irish, about a boy whose head a safe move,” too: “Even though the building a vast wall around its perim-
is on backward. Its long-term project was things I was doing seemed really am- eter. He and Brother Aidan—long-
what became “The Secret of Kells.” bitious, I was also just continuing things haired, with sharp, witty features—are
At the time, I was at college in Dub- I had done as a teen-ager.” proxies for an argument about art in
lin, but I often returned to Kilkenny on “The Secret of Kells,” which came times of uncertainty and darkness: the
weekends. My friends and I drank in a out in 2009, was co-directed by Moore abbot wants to preserve civilization
with a wall, while the illuminator is de-
termined to enact it with pen and ink.
“It is very self-reflexive,” Moore con-
fessed. The forest surrounding the mon-
astery is rendered as a kind of sprawl-
ing art work—whorled mists, curlicued
branches, spiralling wasps—which
echoes the nested and interlocking vo-
lutions of the Book of Kells.
Though the movie’s budget was small
by mainstream standards, it was signi-
ficant for a tiny studio; at the peak of
production, Cartoon Saloon employed
eighty-five animators in Kilkenny. Luck-
ily, Young had reserves of entrepreneur-
ial charm. (Brother Aidan’s look was in-
spired by Young, Moore told me.) At
an industry forum, he buttonholed Di-
dier Brunner, the founder of a French
studio called Les Armateurs, which ended
up co-producing the film and helped it
secure international distribution. Critics
loved the movie, and it was nominated
for an Oscar for Best Animated Feature.
It lost to Pixar’s “Up,” which had a bud-
get many times as large.
Pete Docter, the director of “Up,” told
me that when he first saw “The Secret
of Kells” he was struck by how it defied
prevailing trends. “At the time,” he said,
“it was all about 3-D, and Cartoon Sa-
loon were instead embracing the graphic.
They were embracing flatness—not only
the flatness of an animation tradition,
“If I weren’t petrified of catching a debilitating but also of Celtic design, and merging
disease, spreading it to my loved ones, and being hospitalized these things together in ways that were
for weeks, I’d give him a piece of my mind.” really unexpected but also very sophis-
ticated.” In the studio’s approach to the on the coast with his father, a lighthouse made more than twice as much at the
form, he said, he recognized a counter- keeper named Conor, and his mute and box office as “Kells” did. This time, there
cultural force. seemingly haunted little sister, Saoirse. was streaming money, too. “We had Am-
Their mother has disappeared. Conor, azon writing a big check, without us hav-
o one expected a children’s film about lost in grief, sends the children to live ing to do much of that work at all in
N manuscript-making monks to be
the next “Lion King,” and no one was
with their overbearing grandmother in
Dublin. Saoirse becomes ill: she and her
terms of distribution,” Gerry Shirren, a
onetime Sullivan Bluth production em-
disappointed when it wasn’t. (The stu- mother, Ben discovers, are selkies. Saoirse ployee who is now Cartoon Saloon’s man-
dio told me that the movie made around and Ben journey back to the coast, and aging director, told me. Days before the
two million dollars.) After it was finished, on the way they encounter Oscar nomination was an-
Cartoon Saloon shrank to twelve people a group of fairy folk and a nounced, the studio released
in a single office. Stewart went to Laika sinister owl-witch named its second TV series, “Puffin
Studios, a stop-motion outfit near Port- Macha, who steals emotions Rock,” created by Moore and
land, Oregon, which also released its début and keeps them in jars. Young with Lily Bernard,
feature in 2009, the Oscar-nominated I’ve watched “Song of the then a background artist at
“Coraline.” Moore told me that every- Sea” with my seven-year-old the studio. A peaceful show
one at Cartoon Saloon could have got more than once. His cousin about a puffin named Oona
on a flight to L.A. and walked into a job has a small but pivotal role and her gentle adventures
at a major studio; for a time, he thought in the film—when Saoirse on a little island, it became
about doing so. “But, after the Oscars, I finally sings the titular song, a surprise hit on the Chi-
started to meet people who worked at the voice you hear belongs nese streaming platform
Pixar and places like that,” he said. “And to my niece, Lucy O’Connell—but my Tencent Video, where it was watched
they were, like, ‘Man, you guys are living son is indifferent to her star turn. He re- fifty-five million times in its first six
the dream! You’re doing what everybody acts strongly, on the other hand, to a scene weeks. It ran for two seasons, was nom-
wishes they could do, making your own in which Ben confronts Macha, who has inated for an Emmy, and is now on
films in your own way.’” taken Saoirse captive. “You’re so full of Netflix. After sixteen years, Cartoon Sa-
It wasn’t easy. The studio had no other emotions!” Macha says. “I can see them loon had chanced upon something like
projects far enough along in develop- in your face. Nasty, terrible things!” Macha commercial stability.
ment to attract funding; Young, Moore, is voiced by the great Irish actress Fion- This past summer, shortly after Ire-
and Twomey all had to take out personal nula Flanagan, who also provides the land’s internal travel restrictions were
loans to keep the company afloat. But voice of the grandmother, and there is an lifted, I met Paul Young, now a bespec-
Moore had an idea, which had come to uncanniness to the character, at once pred- tacled fortysomething with a neat red
him while “Kells” was still in produc- atory and maternal. She gazes at Ben beard, at one of the studio’s three offices
tion. On a holiday in County Kerry, he with fiery raptor’s eyes and strokes his in Kilkenny. It was nearly empty—almost
was sketching on the beach with his son, face with hands both soft and lethally all the animators were still working from
who had recently turned ten, when they taloned. All this seems to overwhelm my home. As we walked through the I.T. de-
saw what appeared to be large rocks. As son in a way that most of the cartoons partment, Young plucked a stuffed ani-
they got closer, they realized these were he watches never do, because they are mal from a shelf. It was Oona; a line of
seals that had been clubbed to death. precisely calibrated not to. “Song of the plush toys will go into production next
Ben was devastated. The family was Sea” holds his attention but doesn’t con- year, to coincide with the release of a
renting a cottage from a local woman, descend to it; the movie is more expertly “Puffin Rock” movie. Young made a point
who explained that fishermen blamed paced than “Kells,” but stretches of it are of saying that the prototype’s manufac-
seals for the declining fish population. quiet and elegiac. turer had strict standards for sustainabil-
The real culprit was overfishing. In the “If you go back and watch ‘Bambi,’ ity and fair trade. Later, Moore told me
old days, she said, it would have been it’s very slow and lyrical,” Moore told the same thing, but he was plainly am-
considered bad luck to kill a seal. me. “It’s a little tone poem of a film, bivalent about the prospect of commer-
The remark reminded Moore of stories compared to what Disney would do now, cial diversification. “I used to sort of buy
he’d heard as a child about selkies, myth- with their story science, where like every into that whole sustainable-consumption
ical creatures who changed from human ten minutes something happens that model,” he said, “but I don’t see it that
to seal form and back again. “When peo- moves the character on to the next bit. way anymore. You know, ‘No ethical con-
ple believed in those stories, there was a There’s a really clear formula for keep- sumption under capitalism,’ and all that.”
better, more pantheistic way of looking ing kids engaged now.” Cartoon Saloon Moore originally imagined Cartoon
at the world,” he told me, “rather than doesn’t exactly ignore this formula—the Saloon as a kind of artists’ coöperative.
just simplifying everything down to the studio makes adventure stories with child Its actual structure is more corporate
very commercial logic of ‘The seals are heroes who follow clear narrative arcs. than that—largely, Moore said, because
eating the fish, we’re losing money, kill But its movies allow the viewer space to people prefer a regular paycheck and a
the seals.’” With the Irish screenwriter dream and to wander. “gaffer they can complain about over
Will Collins, he wrote a story about a “Song of the Sea” earned Cartoon Sa- pints on a Friday.” There is necessarily
ten-year-old boy named Ben, who lives loon its second Oscar nomination, and some tension between the commercial
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 29
possibilities offered by a successful stu- to be shaped by a younger generation of cheerfully about coming to the end of a
dio and the vision that drew Moore to animators, whose sensibilities were in- phase in his life and his career. The Irish
the work in the first place. formed, in some cases, by watching “The trilogy was a single project; whatever he
That hoped-for spirit does live on, Secret of Kells” as kids. “There’s kind of did next would be different, he felt. He
everyone told me, in the culture of the a weird circular thing going on now, was finishing a short for Greenpeace
studio. Louise Bagnall, who went to where they were influenced by us early about industrial meat and deforestation—
work there eight years ago, in her late on, and then in the meantime they’ve he hoped it would play in theatres with
twenties, said that, almost as soon as she taken on board lots of other influences “Wolfwalkers.” Once that was done, he
was hired, she was encouraged to pitch and become themselves, and then we’re was going to step away from the studio
ideas for things she wanted to make. influenced by them in turn,” she said. for a bit: he and Olofsson were headed
Moore and his co-founders didn’t want These days, one of the founders’ primary to Paris for a few months, and then to
Cartoon Saloon to employ the indus- ambitions is that the studio outlive, and Amsterdam for a few more. He would
trial approach he’d seen at Sullivan Bluth. outgrow, their own involvement with it. focus on life drawing, and on microdos-
Bagnall worked on the animation for ing psychedelics. At a stage in life when
“Song of the Sea,” and then on Cartoon hen the pandemic hit Ireland, in many people are in the thick of paren-
Saloon’s third feature, “The Breadwin-
ner,” which was directed by Twomey. Set
W the spring, “Wolfwalkers” was in
the final stages of production. Cartoon
tal obligations, he and his wife have a
freedom they’ve never experienced.
in Kabul in 2001 and based on a young- Saloon’s hand-drawn animation was The duty of fatherhood is a recurring
adult novel by the Canadian writer Deb- mostly complete, and a skeleton crew theme in the Irish trilogy. In “Wolfwalk-
orah Ellis, “The Breadwinner” is about in Kilkenny completed the visual effects. ers,” the widowed hunter is, like Cellach,
an Afghan girl who is forced to earn a The film’s score was in the can; vocal initially overprotective. Then Robyn be-
living when her father is imprisoned by tracks were recorded by singers in their comes a wolfwalker, and he has to learn
the Taliban. An elegantly structured film, own homes. The studio’s staff in Ireland to see things through her eyes. When he
aimed at an older audience than the stu- had been working with overseas part- does, the oneness with nature that we
dio’s other features, it also has a distinct ners since the beginning, so Zoom was glimpse intermittently throughout the
visual language, with clean-lined char- familiar to them long before it became trilogy becomes a kind of family unity,
acters and a more realist style. The movie the predominant global mode of work- too. There is, in all three films, what seems
garnered the studio its third straight place chatter. to me a characteristically Irish interest
Oscar nod. Bagnall got a nomination Late in the summer, I finally met in complicating the categories of the nat-
the following year, for a short film she Moore in person, for lunch at an other- ural and the civilized, and in wielding
directed, called “Late Afternoon.” wise empty restaurant a short walk from creativity, in its various forms, as a weapon
While Moore, as a director, develops one of the studio’s offices. He’d grown an against oppressive power. The last known
the art and the story for his films hand impressive lockdown beard since I last wild wolf in Ireland is believed to have
in hand, Twomey, Bagnall learned, fo- saw his face on my laptop. As I studied been hunted down in 1786. “Wolfwalk-
cusses first on the narrative. She spends the menu, he pointed to a subheading ers” offers a melancholy counter-myth:
a lot of time, when directing, on what’s below the vegetarian section: “Inspired a vision, against the grain of Ireland’s co-
called the animatic—the rough story- by Cartoon Saloon.” The company has lonial and ecological history, of a world
board that is used for editing before the more non-meat-eating staff than your that might have been.
animation proper begins. She obses- typical Kilkenny business, he explained. After lunch, we walked outside and
sively tweaks the narrative, doing many He’d just returned from putting the finish- into a narrow passageway with stone
of the voices herself. Midway through ing touches on “Wolfwalkers,” with Stew- arches above flights of steps running be-
production of “The Breadwinner,” she art, at a partner studio, in Paris. His fin- tween the city’s main street and a qui-
was diagnosed as having breast cancer; gernails had been painted matte gray—the eter thoroughfare below. Only small sec-
she would go in for chemo on a Friday, work of his granddaughter, he told me. tions of the walls that once surrounded
and feel well enough by Tuesday to get Two years ago, Ben had a daughter, and Kilkenny remain, but the place is still
back to work. “Work gave me some Moore, at forty, became a grandfather. recognizable as the enclosed world from
sense of normality,” she said. “I could This clearly brought him great joy, but which Robyn escapes in lupine form,
look at a scene of animation, and if there at first, he told me, he’d found it difficult leaping from rooftop to rooftop, slink-
was a problem with it I could fix it.” to accept that his son was about to have ing through the city’s iron gates. When
She’s now working on an adaptation all the responsibilities of fatherhood. Var- she looks back across Kilkenny, its out-
of “My Father’s Dragon,” a children’s ious strands of anxiety, personal and po- line has assumed an alien aspect, a ge-
book from 1948 by the American author litical, became entangled: he’d wake in ometry at odds with nature.The passage-
Ruth Stiles Gannett. It will be released the night terrified about climate change way where Moore and I were walking
by Netflix and will have the studio’s larg- and capitalism and the kind of world that was one of the places in the city that have
est budget to date. Bagnall is the assis- awaited his granddaughter. Shirren even- changed the least since that time. You
tant director. Twomey, whose husband tually took him aside, he said, and gave could imagine a shape-shifting creature
also worked in animation at Cartoon him a gentle pep talk about the negativ- dashing down the steps, making a break
Saloon before becoming a stay-at-home ity he was bringing to the office. for the city walls, and bounding into the
dad, told me that the studio has begun Over vegan nut roast, Moore talked wilderness beyond.
30 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
ing a pet? I know your sourdough starter
SHOUTS & MURMURS is technically a living organism, but it
won’t love you back.
LEO : You love drama, and, lucky for
you, there’s a lot of it on TV right now!
But, if your moon is in Cancer, Gem-
ini, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius, Virgo,
Leo, Pisces, Sagittarius, Aries, Libra,
or Taurus, I would avoid cable news.
Also, I hope that you have a nest egg,
because you are about to receive some
troubling news regarding your finances.
VIRGO : How’s it going, control freak?
The past few months have been a lit-
tle rocky for you, and, sorry to say, the
storm doesn’t appear to be subsiding.
YOUR MONTHLY
This month, try to stop obsessing about
what you can’t control and focus instead
HOROSCOPE
on what you can control, like the amount
of stuff you’ve been ordering on Ama-
zon. Do you really need that six-dollar
BY JENA FRIEDMAN milk frother? The answer is yes.
LIBRA : Feeling a little lonely lately?
CAPRICORN : You started off the year opments in your career, your health, If you’re single, there’s a good chance
energized, but unforeseen circum- your personal life, your family, global you’ll stay that way for the immediate
stances have left you feeling listless. warming, income inequality, the state future. If you’re in a relationship, good
For a dynamic sign like the Goat, you’re of our democracy, and the industry luck with that—everyone I know is
tired all the time, and you’ve been find- you work in. This month, buckle up, breaking up. On the bright side, a med-
ing it difficult to concentrate. This because it’s all about to get much ical breakthrough on the horizon might
month, prepare to continue to not get worse. Oh, and you may receive some make it easier for you to navigate so-
any work done. Also, that lingering ca- unfavorable information regarding ciety. The bad news: you’re probably
reer anxiety you’ve been feeling isn’t your finances. last in line for it.
just in your head after all! Don’t worry. TAURUS : The moon entered your SCORPIO : Scorpio is a natural home-
It’s highly likely that your entire pro- Tenth House of Career Success at some body, but nine months in isolation is a
fession is screwed. point, but I’ve lost track of when, as lot, even for you. Since you’ve been
AQUARIUS : As an air sign, you love it’s all become a meaningless blur. That moving around so much less lately, you
to travel, but, for some reason, you said, in normal times your career might may have put on a few pounds around
haven’t been running around as much be getting a boost right now, but a cos- your midsection, or all over your body.
lately. Ever since March, you’ve barely mic shift has thrown everything into Don’t fret, dear Scorpio. Now that
ventured out, instead spending the bulk limbo. Protect that rainy-day fund, re- Venus has entered your Fifth House
of your time online. It’s a good thing sponsible Taurus, as you’re about to get of It Doesn’t Even Matter Anymore,
you love technology, Aquarius, because bad news about your finances. no one is likely to notice.
the stars predict that you will be log- GEMINI : As the life of the party, Gem- SAGITTARIUS : As one of the most re-
ging a lot of Zoom hours this month. ini, you have a hard time settling down. sourceful signs of the zodiac, you have
Keep an eye out for a notice from your But, with Jupiter in retrograde since all the skills necessary to weather any
bank with some unwelcome news about mid-September, it might be a good storm, except for the one that’s cur-
your finances. moment to avoid social gatherings. The rently approaching. We’re about to em-
PISCES : Poor, sensitive Pisces. This moon in your Seventh House of Not bark on an astrological apocalypse,
really hasn’t been your year! Would it Being an Idiot suggests that going out which isn’t actually a thing, but what
make you feel better to know that in public is a mistake. But, if you do, do I care? I’m not even an astrologer.
someone is admiring you from afar? wear a fucking mask. I’m grasping at straws. (Remember
That’s right, some attractive stranger’s CANCER : You seem pretty emotional straws?) Like everyone else in this coun-
eyes are set on you, dear Pisces! Un- lately, even for a Cancer. You are a sen- try (except Jeff Bezos), I’m scrambling
fortunately, you’ll probably never meet sitive creature who needs coaxing to to find ways to monetize my skill set
the person. come out of your shell. Unfortunately, now that my profession (standup com-
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
ARIES : Ever since Mercury entered that’s not going to happen, at least not edy) won’t be coming back anytime
Pisces in mid-March, you haven’t been this month. Just remember that you’re soon. Are you still reading this? Want
able to shake an unusual anxiety. Much not alone—well, at least metaphori- to know what the stars have to say about
of your stress is related to new devel- cally. Have you thought about adopt- your finances? It’s not looking good.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 31
partment store and selling newspapers
ANNALS OF MEDICINE in the evenings. One night a year or two
later, as he tells it, he heard music—catchy,
A HEALING VIRUS?
melodious, altogether irresistible—drift-
ing out of a club. The band was perform-
ing again the following night, so he came
As antibiotics fail us, an experimental therapy is making a comeback. back early and struck up a conversation
with the four young Liverpudlians. He
BY NICOLA TWILLEY took them to a ski resort nearby, he told
me, and it quickly emerged that winter
sports were not yet part of their rep-
ertoire. “You don’t believe me!” he ex-
claimed. (He wasn’t wrong.)
A love of music, Bunevacz said,
brought him to America before the six-
ties were over. After hearing the gospel
singer Mahalia Jackson perform in a
Munich church, he moved to Detroit,
and then travelled around the country
working in hotels—in the kitchen, then
behind the desk, and, eventually, as a
manager at the Sheraton in Waikiki, at
the time the world’s largest. There, he
told me, he met the crooner Al Mar-
tino and the jazz pianist Oscar Peter-
son. He reminisced about later travels
with the Hungarian National Olympic
Committee, and lectured me on the best
way to make strudel, smoked Hungar-
ian sausage, and the fruit brandy pálinka.
Whenever Bunevacz paused for
breath, Filomena, a retired nurse, filled
me in on the dates of his various scans,
his handful of colonoscopies, his gall-
bladder operation, his bile-duct stent,
the surgical removal of his upper colon,
and his trips to urgent care. “Do you
know how many blood cultures they have
done on this man?” she said. “When I
was a nurse, the patients who were this
ome years before Joseph Bunevacz of white hair, wearing an official Hun- sick—they died.”
S came to America, and decades be-
fore he got sick, he taught the Beatles
garian Olympic tracksuit, just wanted
to tell wild, improbable stories about his
Despite his irrepressible good humor,
Bunevacz is, indeed, very unwell. His
how to ski. Or so he told me when I vis- younger years. case is also something of a medical
ited him at his home, on the arid north- Born in Hungary in 1941, he trained mystery. His symptoms—fever, nausea,
eastern slopes of the mountains that sep- as an athlete in his teens, as a way, he abdominal pain, and diarrhea—are eas-
arate Los Angeles from the Mojave said, of escaping Communism. Short ily explained: he is being poisoned by
Desert, to learn more about an experi- and not particularly muscular, he opted E. coli bacteria in his bloodstream. But
mental medical treatment that he was for dinghy sailing, reasoning that a lack it’s not clear what has been causing the
hoping to receive for a strange and per- of homegrown competition (Hungary infection to recur. When I saw him,
sistent infection in his blood. His wife, has no coast, after all) might enable him Bunevacz had been going to his local
Filomena, took me through his medi- to qualify for the national team, com- emergency clinic every month, in order
cal history, consulting a stack of yellow pete overseas, and then defect to the to receive huge doses of antibiotics, but
legal pads in which, for the past five West. In 1960, after a respectable perfor- after each treatment ended the infec-
years, she has recorded countless tests mance at a regatta on Lake Chiemsee, tion would return. For years, doctors
and treatments. Yet Bunevacz, a bright- in Germany, his plan succeeded. He from across the country have scanned
eyed seventy-nine-year-old with a shock ended up in Munich, working in a de- him, probed him, and sliced him open
to inspect or remove the tissue in which
Bacteriophage viruses are the most abundant biological entities on earth. they suspect the E. coli may lurk. Noth-
32 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 ILLUSTRATION BY DAVID PLUNKERT
ing has made the slightest difference. ing bacterial infections had been erad early—far in advance of the technology
“Honestly, I would have thought he icated by phage. Last year, a paper pub and scientific understanding required
would have died from this a year ago,” lished in Nature Medicine documented to use them effectively. In 1915, a Brit
Emily Blodget, his infectiousdisease the role of phages in saving the life ish bacteriologist named Frederick
consultant at the University of South of a teenage cysticfibrosis patient in Twort reported the existence of an in
ern California’s Keck Hospital, told me. the U.K., who was stricken with a bac fectious agent capable of killing bacte
Bunevacz is an optimist by nature, but terial infection after a double lung trans ria, but he didn’t pursue the finding. It
the cost—financial as well as personal— plant. Another case study described how was left to a FrenchCanadian scien
of the procedures, along with the re phages helped save a Minnesota man’s tist, Félix d’Hérelle, to name and de
curring fevers and pain, not to mention leg, which had become infected after scribe phages, in 1917. Unfortunately,
the side effects of the antibiotics, have knee surgery. d’Hérelle was an autodidact working as
begun to seem overwhelming. “I would In the past five years, phage research a volunteer at the Institut Pasteur, in
try anything,” he said, in a rare moment has accelerated, with a proliferation of Paris. What’s more, he recklessly claimed
of seriousness. publications, conferences, and pharma that phages were the basis of the human
Late last year, the Bunevaczes’ daugh ceuticalcompany investment. This en immune response, in direct opposition
ter came up with a new suggestion: an thusiasm reflects the evergrowing threat to the Nobel Prizewinning research of
emergency treatment, not yet approved of antibioticresistant bacteria and a the institute’s Brussels director, Jules
by the F.D.A., that had saved the life of dearth of new antibiotics available to fight Bordet, who had demonstrated that
a man in San Diego. “She called and them. In 2016, the United Nations pro immunity was based on antibodies.
said, ‘Mom, you have to get Dad to do nounced antibiotic resistance “the great D’Hérelle, with a lack of restraint that
phage therapy,’ ” Filomena told me. est and most urgent global risk.” With was apparently characteristic, described
“PHAGE,” Bunevacz clarified, out reliable antibiotics, even relatively his superior’s work as laden with “mon
nodding. So Filomena asked Blodget routine surgery—Cesarean sections, her strosities.” Bordet responded by cham
whether he might be a candidate for nia repair, appendix or tonsil removal— pioning Twort’s prior observation of
this mysterious new medicine. could be deadly. One analysis published phages; as a result, the credit for the dis
Phages, or bacteriophages, are viruses in a leading British medical journal es covery remains controversial.
that infect only bacteria. Each kingdom timated that, without antibiotics, one in D’Hérelle realized that bacterio
of life—plants, animals, bacteria, and so seven people undergoing routine hip phages congregated wherever bacteria
on—has its own distinct complement replacement surgery might die from a did, and that a particularly fruitful
of viruses. Animal and plant viruses have drugresistant infection. Already, some source was effluvia from sick humans.
always received most of our scientific seven hundred thousand people die each He would mix fetid water with meat
attention, because they pose a direct year as a direct result of drugresistant bouillon, wait until any bacteria had
threat to our health, and that of our infections, a number that is predicted to fed and multiplied, then pass the murky
livestock and crops. The wellbeing of rise to ten million by 2050. soup through a porcelain filter fine
bacteria has, understandably, been of The bacteria plaguing Bunevacz enough to remove the bacteria and
less concern, yet the battle between vi haven’t yet developed resistance to the leave the phages. He then evaluated
ruses and bacteria is brutal: scientists full range of antibiotics, but Blodget the filtered dregs by pouring them into
estimate that phages cause a trillion tril told me that they inevitably would. Soon a test tube filled with the target bacte
lion infections per second, destroying after Thanksgiving last year, he was iden rium. The results were promising. After
half the world’s bacteria every fortyeight tified as a viable candidate for the ther “proving” the safety of phages by feed
hours. As we are now all too aware, an apy, and Blodget told him that she ing them to himself, his young family,
imalspecific viruses can mutate enough thought it was worth a try. “I said, I and some of his colleagues, d’Hérelle
to infect a different animal species. But don’t think it’s going to hurt, and it can went on to inject them into the swol
they will not attack bacteria, and bac possibly help,” she recalled. “I mean, at len lymph nodes of four people who
teriophage viruses are similarly harm this point, there’s nothing else to do.” had bubonic plague, effecting a seem
less to animals, humans included. Phage ingly miraculous cure. Phages were
therapy operates on the principle that he explanation for Blodget’s ini briefly all the rage: in 1925, Sinclair
the enemy of our enemy could be our
friend. If Bunevacz’s doctors could find
T tial hesitance can be found in phage
therapy’s complicated history. Although
Lewis used them to tackle a fictional
outbreak in his Pulitzer Prizewinning
a virus that infected his particular strain it is still considered an experimental novel, “Arrowsmith.”
of E. coli, it might succeed where anti treatment in the U.S., phages have been Still, Bordet and his admirers in the
biotics had failed. used to treat and prevent bacterial in research establishment remained firmly
“I’d heard of it,” Blodget said, when fections since their discovery, more than opposed to the treatment, and many
I asked her how she’d responded to Fi a century ago. For many American doc scientists considered the promise of
lomena’s question about phage therapy. tors, the obvious next question is: If phage therapy to be, at best, oversold—
“But in the past it was thought of as they actually work, wouldn’t we know a perception that was not helped by
kind of fringe.” Recently, though, she’d by now? d’Hérelle’s own rhetoric when he trav
seen reports describing patients whose Part of the problem with phages is elled to India at the behest of the Brit
longstanding, sometimes lifethreaten that they were discovered almost too ish government, pouring phages into
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 33
wells and promising an end to cholera. even heard of them. Phages were still of Acinetobacter baumannii. Doctors tested
At this time, no one had seen a phage. studied—Francis Crick and James Wat- his infection against fifteen powerful an-
An E. coli bacterium, two-thousandths son, two of the discoverers of the dou- tibiotics, but only three had even a slight
of a millimetre long, is almost as small ble-helix structure of DNA, both con- effect. Another air ambulance brought
as the shortest wavelengths of light vis- ducted phage research—but they were Patterson home to San Diego, where,
ible to the human eye under magnifi- not part of modern medicine in West- within weeks, his infection evolved im-
cation, whereas the phages that attack ern Europe and the United States. munity to those three antibiotics, too.
it are a tenth of that size, or a hundred The rise of antibiotic-resistant bacte- Patterson’s organs had begun to fail—
times smaller than the smallest thing ria was predicted by Alexander Fleming, first his heart and his lungs, and soon, it
we can see. Only with the the Scottish bacteriologist seemed, his kidneys—and he went into
invention of the scanning who discovered penicillin. a coma. By the third week of February,
electron microscope, in 1937, In 1945, just seventeen years 2016, his doctor, Robert Schooley, warned
did phages become visible, after his accidental break- Strathdee that they were out of options.
but because the first images through, he warned, “There Searching the biomedical literature
were published in Nazi is the danger that the igno- for alternative treatments, Strathdee
Germany it was years be- rant man may easily under- found a reference to phage therapy. She
fore British and American dose himself, and by expos- and Schooley, a human virologist by
scientists saw them. Even ing his microbes to nonlethal training, started contacting phage re-
today, most scientists “see” quantities of the drug, make searchers around the world to see if
a phage only by the destruc- them resistant.” As early any of them had a virus that might kill
tion it has wreaked on bac- as 1947, penicillin-resistant Patterson’s bug. They received phages
teria in a petri dish—clear, glassy zones staphylococcus bacteria were found in originally isolated from sewage plants,
of death scattered across a soupy, yel- hospitals in England, but few heeded Texas dirt, and lagoons of swine and
lowish microbial lawn. Fleming’s warning. Antibiotics were sys- cattle manure; colleagues then grew
In the thirties, d’Hérelle, who was tematically overused and abused (in- them in bulk and purified the result-
sympathetic to Communist ideals, was cluding as a growth aid in factory-farmed ing solution. Schooley received special
invited by Stalin to help establish a cen- livestock), giving rise to a microbiolog- approval from the F.D.A. to inject some
ter for phage-therapy research in Tbi- ical arms race, in which bacteria mu- phages into the plastic tubing drain-
lisi, in the Soviet republic of Georgia. tated new forms of resistance and sci- ing fluid from Patterson’s abdominal
During the Second World War, Soviet entists raced to develop powerful new cavity, near where the infection had
and German military medics carried vi- classes of antibiotic. To make matters originated, and to pump others directly
als of phages as part of their field kits, worse, fears of antibiotic resistance have, into a vein. Three days later, Patterson
to prevent infection of wounds and burns. in recent decades, created a perverse in- emerged from his coma; after a few
That connection with America’s adver- centive in medical research: new antibi- months, he was discharged, his infec-
saries made phages seem ideologically otics, to remain effective, must be used tion entirely eradicated.
suspect to many in the West: as the med- sparingly, as so-called antibiotics of last As Patterson underwent months of
ical historian William Summers has resort. As a result, it is almost impossi- physical therapy and rehabilitation,
written, phage therapy acquired a “So- ble to recoup the cost of developing them. Strathdee and Schooley began publi-
viet taint” in the postwar period, becom- No significant new antibiotics have been cizing his case, describing it in a scien-
ing “scientifically unsound because it was introduced since the nineteen-eighties, tific paper, giving talks, and providing
politically unsound.” and, in 2001, the World Health Orga- expert testimony to the National In-
Still, as late as 1961, phage therapy nization issued an urgent call to action stitutes of Health. In July, 2018, they
had some American adherents, includ- to tackle antibiotic resistance. Phages founded the first phage-therapy cen-
ing Elizabeth Taylor, who received a were ready for their renaissance. ter in North America, the Center for
dose of staph bacteriophage when she Innovative Phage Applications and
developed near-fatal pneumonia during n November, 2015, Steffanie Strath- Therapeutics (IPATH), at U.C. San
the filming of “Cleopatra” and needed
an emergency tracheotomy. By then,
I dee, an infectious-disease epidemiol-
ogist at the U.C. San Diego School of
Diego, and began to build a library of
phages. Patterson and Strathdee pub-
however, phage therapy had been su- Medicine, went on a vacation to Egypt lished a joint memoir about his mirac-
perseded by penicillin, which had be- with her husband, Tom Patterson, a pro- ulous recovery, and, as word started to
come widely available in the West after fessor of psychiatry. After visiting the spread, e-mails, calls, and Facebook
the war and quickly established itself as pyramids, Patterson, sixty-eight at the messages began to flood in from peo-
the preferred treatment for bacterial in- time, became violently sick with what ple desperately hoping that phages
fections. Doctors in Eastern Europe they at first assumed was food poison- could help their loved ones, too. It was
continued to prescribe phages—deliv- ing. But Egyptian doctors gave him a Patterson’s case that Joseph Bunevacz’s
ered both topically and orally in pow- diagnosis of acute pancreatitis, and he daughter had heard about, and late last
ders, sprays, and syrups—but their coun- was medevaced to Frankfurt, where tests year Strathdee promised to take me
terparts on the other side of the Iron revealed that he also had an abscess in- along on her next phage-trapping ex-
Curtain had, for the most part, barely fected with a deadly, drug-resistant strain pedition, as part of a national search to
34 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
identify a phage that could kill Bune- pared to take a postprandial nap. Strath- she spends most of her time refining a
vacz’s pernicious E. coli. dee handed me a lunch cooler contain- technique for measuring bacteria levels
Finding phages is not in itself partic- ing her phage-hunting kit and set off at in sputum samples coughed up by pa-
ularly challenging: they are by far the a brisk pace toward the water. The path tients with chest infections. “But we’re
most abundant biological entities on had turned to mud in the previous day’s always looking for phages to build up
earth. According to one estimate, there rain, but above us the sky was bright our library,” she said cheerfully, as I
are ten million trillion trillion phages, blue, streaked with the wispiest of clouds, handed her the cooler.
which is more than every other organ- and the air smelled briny, with a strong Attai keeps a freezer of E. coli, En-
ism, including bacteria, combined. The sulfuric tang. As the freeway’s roar soft- terococcus, and Pseudomonas—three of
average teaspoon of seawater holds five ened in the distance, I heard a frog croak, the six pathogens that together cause
times more phages than there are peo- and we passed a large Leucadia Waste- most hospital-acquired infections. To
ple in Rio de Janeiro; for every grain of water District truck, equipped with a see if Strathdee and I had found any-
sand in the world, there are a trillion cylindrical holding tank and a compli- thing useful, she would pit the unknown
phages. But the best place to find phage cated set of pipes and pumps. Strathdee phages in our sludge samples against
that will kill drug-resistant bacteria was delighted. “That’s the hydro-clean- these heavyweights of the bacterial
is where people or animals have shed ing truck,” she said. “The sewage out- world. Wearing a lab coat, goggles, and
them—in other words, sewage. flow must be blocked.” gloves, she put a dish of nutrient-rich
The timing of a successful phage hunt For the next hour, I followed Strathdee jelly on a turntable and then, in a pro-
in Southern California is thus strongly as she dove into bulrushes and squelched cess that resembled coating a frying pan
correlated with rainfall: during a severe through puddles, her acid-washed jeg- with oil, swirled it to distribute a layer
storm, sewage-laced runoff pours straight gings and swirly-patterned hoodie pro- of pathogenic E. coli. Elsewhere, our
into the ocean at a rate of millions of viding the opposite of camouflage. We samples were sucked through a filter
gallons a minute, leading health depart- filled vials with dubious brown liquid with pores small enough to remove any
ments to close beaches and ban swim- from the end of a rusted pipe, from bacteria, leaving only the phages. The
ming and surfing for days. A year ago, water that had a coyote turd floating in previously murky liquid came out crys-
after a brief downpour, I drove to Carls- it, and from the rotting, shrimp-scented tal clear—it looked good enough to
bad, just north of San Diego, to meet swampy edges of the slough. We la- drink. “I can’t let you do that,” Attai said,
Strathdee and Patterson for a day of belled each sample with a date and a with a nervous laugh. She did, however,
phage hunting. First, though, we stopped number and dropped them in ziplock let me draw the phage samples into a
for lunch at their favorite Mexican bags in the cooler. Then she and Pat- syringe and squirt a series of identical
restaurant, a hole-in-the-wall called terson drove home, and I took our spoils droplets onto the bacterial film.
Juanita’s, a few blocks from the beach. to U.C. San Diego, to meet Hedieh At- If none of the phages we’d found
“This taco was the first solid food I had tai, a postdoctoral researcher. Attai joined were capable of attacking these partic-
back when I got out of the hospital in the IPATH team to work on a new clin- ular bacteria, the pathogenic microbes
2016,” Patterson said. “Didn’t stay down ical trial of phage therapy that Robert would continue growing undisturbed.
for long.” Patterson, now seventy-three, Schooley is preparing to launch, and But, if the liquid contained a single phage
is lanky and youthful, all relaxed grin,
Hawaiian shirt, and Southern Califor-
nia chill; Strathdee is Canadian by birth,
and talks so fast that she frequently runs
out of breath. Over carnitas, Patterson
began describing the hallucinogenic ex-
perience of being in a coma. “I was a
snake,” he explained. “And that’s not
easy for people to grasp.” A man in the
next booth leaned over and asked, “Are
you Tom?” He’d seen Patterson and
Strathdee speak at a local community
college a few months before, and was
curious whether phage therapy might
one day help his daughter, who suffers
from cystic fibrosis. “Tom’s the face of
phage now,” Strathdee said. “Someone
had to be.”
We drove ten minutes up the coast
to a brackish wetland called Batiquitos
Lagoon. Patterson parked just off I-5,
which bisects the lagoon, and, with
semis rumbling in the background, pre- “Do you ever think about all the tabs you left open?”
immediately, the area had become in-
fected with Pseudomonas. “The pump is
so infected, it’s eroding the bone, and so
he’s got a couple of holes where pus just
constantly comes out,” Aslam said. “The
infection is a slime layer on the device—
we call it biofilm—and his immune sys-
tem and antibiotics can’t get to it.” The
pump couldn’t be replaced—Del Fierro
would not survive the surgery required
to remove something so deeply embed-
ded—and so the infection just smol-
dered, with bacteria sloughing off into
his bloodstream and occasionally send-
ing him into septic shock.
Violeta had read about Tom Patter-
son’s case in People magazine; Napoleon’s
daughter Divina wrote one of the hun-
dreds of pleading e-mails that Strath-
dee routinely receives and forwards to
Aslam. By the time I met Del Fierro, it
was four months since he had under-
gone his first round of phage therapy: a
surgeon had opened him up, removed
pus and dead tissue, and applied phages
directly to the device; then he was given
further doses of phage, in combination
with antibiotics, intravenously for six
weeks. “He looked great—everything
“Are you sure you’re very hungry? Or are you maybe was great,” Aslam said. “I really thought
just eating because you’re bored?” we had eradicated his infection.” But, as
soon as she stopped his antibiotic dose,
the infection came back. Aslam admit-
• • ted that she was “very, very disappointed.”
Still, she told the family that she’d just
that was a match for this particular host, having treated twelve patients, with more heard that researchers had found a cou-
that phage would bind to the bacterial pending, and advised on a number of ple of phages that were highly active
cell membrane and insert its genome other cases around the country. She came against his Pseudomonas, and she was
into the fluid-filled interior. Once in- to phages in a roundabout way: trans- preparing the paperwork to secure F.D.A.
side an E. coli cell, the phage would take plants require immunosuppression, leav- approval for another round.
over, mimicking and exploiting the bac- ing her patients vulnerable to hospital- Later, after the family had left, Aslam
terium’s own signalling pathways in order acquired infections, which are, increasingly, told me that she was trying to keep their
to force the cell’s protein-manufactur- antibiotic resistant. and her own expectations low. “You know,
ing machinery to start printing out copy In the waiting room the day I visited he’s eighty-three, he’s got a device in his
after copy of the phage genome instead. was a man in his early eighties named heart, he’s got this very drug-resistant
Eventually, the E. coli cell would become Napoleon Del Fierro, a retired electri- infection, he’s failed a course of therapy
so stuffed with phage copies that it would cian, originally from the Philippines, already,” she said. “But I hope it cures
burst, releasing a horde of phages ready who had served in the U.S. Navy. He him. I want to cure him.”
to invade the next bacterial cell. We was there with his wife, Violeta, a for- The excitement created by success
would know in a day or two if our phage mer nurse, and their son, Dino, a pedi- stories like Patterson’s is itself infectious.
had been successful by the appearance atric dentist. While he rested his head But Aslam explained that phage ther-
of a circle of dead microbes puncturing in his hand to sleep, occasionally blink- apy is still a long way from being a stan-
the thick layer of E. coli. ing his eyes slowly open, his family and dard treatment. Because phage cock-
Aslam told me about his case. A few tails are classed as experimental drugs,
cross the U.C. San Diego campus years ago, after suffering from conges- each patient requires a waiver from the
A from IPATH is the office of Saima
Aslam, a transplant specialist who has
tive heart failure for nearly a decade, he’d
had a pump implanted just under his
F.D.A. and approval from the review
board of whatever medical facility is in-
probably become the leading phage- sternum to take over the work of circu- volved, and health insurance doesn’t
therapy physician in the United States, lating blood around his body. Almost cover any of the costs. Despite an abun-
36 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
dance of inspiring case studies, there bacterium is usually harmless until it school. A nurse came in and, as she re-
haven’t been good clinical trials of phage, acquires virulence genes from an invad- arranged his blankets to tuck him in
the next step before it can become part ing temperate phage. A cholera out- more comfortably, gave us the good news
of standard medical care. “There’s amaz- break is both triggered by phages and that Del Fierro’s latest sample results
ing promise, and we’ve had some won- halted by them: one kind of phage do- had just come back and showed signifi-
derful outcomes,” Aslam said. “But each nates a virulence gene to cholera bac- cantly lower levels of Pseudomonas.
time I do this I feel like I have ten other teria, causing it to expand its range, only By February 10th, the medical team
questions—maybe I should do it this for another kind to hijack those newly decided that Del Fierro was healthy
way or that way?” vulnerable pathogenic bacteria to make enough to continue treatment from
She worried that the dose initially copies of itself. Sick or healthy humans home. But, just as he was about to be
applied to Del Fierro’s heart pump hadn’t are just a side effect. Although Rohwer discharged, he began vomiting dark-
been high enough, but the research to is excited about phage’s therapeutic pos- brown fluid, and his temperature soared.
determine the right dose hasn’t yet been sibilities—his lab purified part of Tom He had suffered a gastrointestinal bleed,
done. It’s also possible that biofilms like Patterson’s phage cocktail—he worries and fluid from his abdomen had entered
the one on his device are not suitable that our ambitions to manipulate an his lungs, causing aspiration pneumo-
for phage treatment. They are anaero- entire ecosystem within the human body nia. Meanwhile, the Pseudomonas levels
bic and made of polysaccharides, and might overstep our abilities, and that in his bloodstream had crept up again.
some scientists believe that environ- the unintended consequences might be Although he could no longer speak, it
ments with lots of sugars and no oxy- as unwelcome as the pathogenic bac- was clear that he was now in consider-
gen can cause phages to lose their kill- teria itself. “They can kill you, no prob- able pain. On the afternoon of Febru-
ing ability and become more “temperate,” lem,” he said. “You get the wrong phage ary 22nd, his family gathered around his
coexisting in harmony with their bac- and the right bacteria and you’re dead.” bedside, and his heart pump was switched
terial hosts. On the other hand, lab stud- Phage therapy thus continues to be a off. He died a few minutes later.
ies seem to show that some phages re- boutique affair—just a few patients, each When I spoke with Divina after the
lease enzymes that could help them treated with a personalized phage cock- funeral, she told me that she still be-
penetrate biofilms. tail scavenged from moldy eggplants, lieved in the promise of phage therapy.
One of Strathdee and Schooley’s cesspools, and pig farms. It’s also hit-and- “It just didn’t have a chance to perform,”
goals with IPATH has been to conduct miss: the phages that Strathdee and I she said. “It was up against such a big
the first clinical trial of intravenous collected at Batiquitos Lagoon turned obstacle, in a vessel that was so com-
phage therapy, with cystic-fibrosis pa- out, unfortunately, not to be a good match promised. I’m just eternally grateful they
tients. They are hoping to establish basic for Joseph Bunevacz’s infection. even gave it a shot.” Aslam, however,
therapeutic principles: the best dose, was discouraged. “That’s the second
and the best way of administering it; n mid-January, Napoleon Del Fierro Pseudomonas biofilm infection I’ve
how the phages interact with a bacte-
rial host in the human body; what side
I began receiving a phage injection,
twice daily, through a port in his arm.
treated where the outcome has been re-
ally difficult,” she said. “We try to help
effects there might be. Schooley’s major There were four phages in his dose, all everyone, but we really need clinical tri-
challenge has been securing a phage isolated from wastewater-treatment fa- als to figure out why in some cases it
supply. “We could have started it two cilities near Walter Reed National Mil- just doesn’t work.” Scientists in the
and a half years ago if we had a phage itary Medical Center, which prepared IPATH team had begun analyzing sam-
source,” he said. The pandemic has de- ples from Del Fierro, to try to under-
layed the trial yet further. In the mean- stand why therapy failed, but this work
time, a handful of labs and small start- is now on hold because of COVID-19.
ups volunteer their time and their phage There was better news from Baylor
libraries to help Aslam and others treat College of Medicine, where research-
sick patients; finding an institution or ers had isolated phages that were active
a company that is willing and able to against Joseph Bunevacz’s E. coli infec-
invest in the basic clinical trials needed tion. As Southern California emerged
to learn how phages work has been all from late-spring rains into a dazzling
but impossible. superbloom, Filomena texted me a
Forest Rohwer, a microbial ecologist the treatment. When I visited him, at photo of the couple embracing on a
at San Diego State University, pointed the end of the month, he was asleep hillside blanketed with poppies. As it
to a more fundamental problem. In a after a big morning: he’d finished a turned out, the coronavirus outbreak
dynamic ecosystem, whether a coral reef breakfast of oatmeal and managed to was about to slow everything down, and
or our bodies, enemies and friends are get out of bed for the first time in two it was late fall before his treatment re-
situational rather than static. Indeed, weeks. “He was sitting up,” Violeta said. ceived F.D.A. approval. This month,
phage viruses are responsible for creat- “I hope that’s the start.” We sat together Bunevacz should finally be able to start
ing the majority of pathogenic bacteria by his bed while Violeta told me how his phage therapy. “It’s a beautiful life,”
in the first place, thanks to their abil- they met, back in Manila; his brother he said when I met him. “And I’d like
ity to move genes around. An E. coli borrowed her sister’s textbooks after to push it a little longer.”
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 37
A REPORTER AT LARGE
MURDER IN MALTA
Corruption consumed a journalist’s work, then claimed her life.
BY BEN TAUB
aphne’s sons worried about her. down the hill. In recent years, he and
further and further away from the Eu- to help the police sift through the ev- one of Malta’s richest men. Theuma
ropean values and norms of behavior idence connected with Daphne’s death. revered him. He cooked for Fenech
which she held so closely.” Melvin Theuma held no animosity and his friends at a farmhouse in the
Giovanni Bonello, a former Maltese toward Daphne. He couldn’t under- countryside, and shuttled around his
judge who served on the European stand English, and he’d never read any- wife and kids. In return, Theuma was
Court of Human Rights, predicted thing she’d written. Their lives had in- awarded the taxi spot at the Hilton,
Daphne’s death. Later, when Paul asked tersected only once before: Daphne’s and a glimpse into the life of a man
him how he had known, Bonello re- tires had been slashed near the Hilton who owned two yachts. As a school-
plied that a constitutional system is only at Portomaso, a private complex of lux- boy, Fenech had idolized Silvio Ber-
as strong as the people who implement ury apartments, where Theuma had a lusconi, the Italian premier and televi-
its checks and balances. “There have al- reserved taxi spot. He saw her there, sion magnate. “It is not just his wealth
ways been abuses—it’s not as if the pre- stranded, and offered her a lift home. and popularity that fascinates me, but
vious governments were immaculate,” It is not easy to get a taxi spot at his personality and charisma and the
he said. But now the weaknesses were the Hilton, and in that way, at least, way he made it to the top,” Fenech
being exploited “by people who don’t Theuma regarded himself as a lucky wrote, when he was twelve. Fenech
care about integrity.” Once impunity man. He grew up fatherless, watch- knew Muscat well—they had a Whats-
becomes the standard, he said, “the lone ing the Marsa shipyard fall into dis- App group chat with Schembri, Mus-
voice crying in the wilderness is stand- repair, as money and development cat’s chief of staff. With Muscat’s elec-
ing out for assassination.” poured into other parts of the island. tion, in 2013, Fenech became a key
Daphne wrote her final sentences Boats rusted, and the population stakeholder in the power station.
minutes before the explosion: “There drifted away. One day, early in the spring of 2017,
are crooks everywhere you look now. In his mid-twenties, Theuma took Fenech summoned Theuma to a restau-
The situation is desperate.” bets at Marsa’s horse-racing track, where rant in Portomaso, and asked if he knew
he befriended Yorgen Fenech, an oli- how to get in touch with George the
ays later, in Marsa, a shipyard slum garch’s grandson, who was roughly the Chinese—the street name for George
D southwest of Valletta, a thirty-
eight-year-old taxi driver was panick-
same age. Before long, Theuma was
working as Fenech’s personal driver.
Degiorgio, who was known in Marsa
as a hit man.
ing. He had just seen in the news that A decade passed; Fenech launched “I know him, but I’m not in touch
an F.B.I. team had flown into Malta, several business ventures and became with him,” Theuma replied.
44 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
“Get his contact,” Fenech said. “Get to hurry up, saying that he’d tied up give the Maltese police Daphne’s lap
him to kill Daphne Caruana Galizia.” every loose end on a deal—every one top, which contained her correspon
He added that Daphne was going to but Daphne. Theuma realized that dence with confidential sources. “Why
publish damaging information about Fenech wasn’t doing this to protect his do these people have something to hide?”
his uncle Raymond, who presided over uncle—he was doing it to protect him Glenn Bedingfield wrote on his blog.
the family business empire and whose self. The Degiorgios killed her, with “Is there interest simply in leaving this
name appeared in the Panama Papers the help of an accomplice; Theuma murder unsolved, so that they will be
more than fifty times. handed them a hundred and fifty thou able to blame the Labour party?” Pro
Theuma called Degiorgio’s brother sand euros in cash. fessionally printed banners, in English
Alfred, who had only one question: Now, after learning that the F.B.I. and Maltese, appeared on a highway
“Does this guy pay?” was involved in the investigation, and a busy overpass: “WHY IS SOMEONE
The Degiorgio brothers wanted a Theuma rushed to Malta’s only sky HIDING DAPHNE’S LAPTOP?” Schem
hundred and fifty thousand euros. scraper, where, on the twentyfirst floor, bri called up reporters and, after being
Fenech agreed, but then told Theuma he found Fenech meeting with an Azer granted anonymity, filled their news
to have the hit men stand down. Mus baijani oligarch who had a stake in papers with disinformation and lies.
cat was up for reëlection that June. It Muscat’s power station. “I’m scared,” On social media, Muscat’s officials
was as if Fenech thought it too risky Theuma said. Fenech assured him that used Daphne’s final words as a coda
to kill Daphne before another term the Americans would play only a sup to their insinuations about her fam
was secured. porting role in the investigation—the ily: “#thesituationisdesperate.”
In May, Fenech told Theuma to Maltese police would handle the case. Daphne’s sons rented an old house
go to the Office of the Prime Minis The F.B.I. team easily identified the in the English countryside. The Com
ter, where he was greeted by Schem Degiorgios from celltower data. Al mittee to Protect Journalists subsidized
bri. After Schembri gave him a brief though the Degiorgios had used burner the cost of security training for them,
tour, they posed for a photograph to phones, they had travelled to Bidnija and Daphne’s sister Corinne contrib
gether. Then Schembri called a subor with their personal phones, too, which uted, too. For several days, a group of
dinate and told him to talk to Theuma pinged off the same towers. former S.A.S. soldiers trained them in
about a job. Five weeks after the murder, Fenech emergency first aid, defensive driving,
The interview lasted two minutes. called Theuma. “We have a big prob surveillance detection, and how to search
“I already have a job,” Theuma said. lem,” he said. A source with total ac a car for bombs. “You feel like you need
Nevertheless, he was put on the gov cess to the investigation had passed to do something—almost, in a way, not
ernment payroll. “I never even went along some information: the F.B.I. had to think about what happened,” Paul
into work,” he later said. “I have no idea found the detonating signal command, said. “So we started. And, really, from
what my job was.” But Theuma was “REL 1 = ON.” that day, we just never let up.”
awestruck. He felt as if he had been Fenech told Theuma to notify the In the months before Daphne’s
welcomed into the center of state power. Degiorgios that they would be arrested, death, a whistleblower from Electro
Muscat’s chief of staff had made him along with their accomplice. The broth gas, the consortium behind Muscat’s
an espresso. No one mentioned Daphne ers tossed their phones in the harbor powerstation project, had been relay
or the pending contract with the De and waited calmly for the raid. A week ing emails and other documents to her
giorgios, but Theuma interpreted the later, on December 4th, the Maltese from the company, practically in real
fake job as payment for his role as the Army and police stormed the Degiorgios’ time. Matthew had helped his mother
middleman, and as assurance that the hideout—an abandoned dockside po receive and sort through the files, “but
government had his back. tato shed, with fish skeletons dangling I didn’t know who the whistleblower
In June, Muscat won a second term. from the ceiling. The brothers pleaded was,” he told me. After the murder,
That night, Fenech called Theuma, not guilty, and refused to answer any Matthew tracked down the source, and
drunk. The hit was back on, he said. questions from the police. brought to the U.K. a hard drive con
“Move.” taining the leaked documents.
The Degiorgio brothers trailed uscat touted the arrests as a major Reporters from the Guardian and
Daphne and her husband, and sur
veilled their house. They tried to es
M breakthrough in the pursuit of
justice. Daphne’s sons made it known
Reuters visited the country house. Then
Daphne’s sons went to London to sort
tablish her patterns of movement, but that they considered them to be no through their mother’s investigative
she mostly stayed at home. They bought more significant than finding a gun or materials with a group of journalists
a rifle and a scope, and set up sand a knife. whom they trusted more than the Mal
bags to stabilize the weapon against a For the next several months, Muscat’s tese police. The lead was a French re
wall across the valley, where they had staffers disseminated conspiracy theo porter named Laurent Richard, who
a clear view into her living room. But ries about Daphne’s family. Why did had set up a nonprofit called Forbid
it was a long shot, and they decided Matthew park the car outside the gate den Stories, to complete the investi
on a car bomb instead. at night? they asked. Did he have a hand gations of journalists who are impris
As summer dragged on, Fenech in the plot? The campaign escalated oned or killed on the job. For the past
urged Theuma to get the Degiorgios after the Caruana Galizias refused to several years, his mission had been to
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 45
counter the incentive underlying the after the other, going around to every ported to the police as theft. He printed
crime—to show that, Richard wrote, member state, talking about institu- and hung another banner, with an ad-
“even if you succeed in stopping a sin- tional failings in Malta,” Paul said. “By ditional line: “This is our second ban-
gle messenger, you will not stop the the end of the day, because we handed ner—our first got stolen.”
message.” Forbidden Stories launched out so many papers, we just didn’t know In a piazza across from the court-
the Daphne Project, and forty-five re- how many signatures we had.” house, activists made a memorial to
porters from eighteen publications in The brothers all slept in one hotel Daphne with candles and flowers and
fifteen countries went to work. room. That night, they got a message photographs. Each night, for the next
“Because Malta is so endemically saying that their motion had received several hundred nights, the justice min-
corrupt, you can’t tell yourself that the more signatures than any in the coun- ister ordered its removal; each morn-
police are going to be doing their best,” cil’s history. It was the first time that ing, the activists built it anew.
Paul said. “You can’t tell yourself that any country besides Russia had been
the magistrate is on it. Any moment assigned a special rapporteur. he lead homicide investigator was
you spend away, there is, on the other
side, a force pushing against you.”
“The rule of law in Malta is seri-
ously undermined by the extreme weak-
T Keith Arnaud—the man who had
arrested Daphne on the eve of the 2013
Matthew and Andrew reached out ness of its system of checks and bal- election. He and his colleague, Inspec-
to Bill Browder, an American financier ances,” the rapporteur later noted. He tor Kurt Zahra, were unfamiliar with
and political activist who had success- added that corrupt officials “enjoy im- the intricacies of money laundering,
fully lobbied Congress for sanctions punity, under the personal protection politics, and corruption. They investi-
against the Russian government, after of Prime Minister Muscat,” and called gated gang incidents, domestic vio-
it detained and killed his friend and on Malta, under threat of sanctions, to lence—normal murders. An old man
colleague Sergei Magnitsky. “Do at least establish an independent public inquiry in Gozo smacked his wife with a fish;
three things a day to annoy them,” into the circumstances leading up to she fell down the stairs and died, and
Browder advised. “There are three of Daphne’s death. “If Malta cannot or he cooked and ate the murder weapon.
you. It shouldn’t be hard.” He noted will not correct its weaknesses, Euro- In the four years before Daphne’s as-
that, after the Russian journalists Boris pean institutions must intervene.” sassination, there were five car bomb-
Nemtsov and Anna Politkovskaya were ings on the island, all of which remained
murdered, the Council of Europe, the uscat had sued Daphne for writ- unsolved. But those victims had been
Continent’s main human-rights body,
appointed a special rapporteur to scru-
M ing that his wife was the owner
of the Egrant shell company. Now he
involved in fuel smuggling, and the pre-
vailing attitude among Malta’s élites
tinize the Russian system. refused to drop the case. In accordance was that it wasn’t so bad if the crimi-
Andrew used his diplomatic con- with Maltese law, the liabilities for that nals just killed one another. Besides,
tacts to prepare for the council’s next lawsuit and forty-seven others were with the Degiorgio brothers in custody,
session, in Strasbourg. “Obviously, it transferred to her heirs. The family the bombings had stopped.
shouldn’t be the case that every family faced potential responsibility for nearly Malta has a four-hundred-year his-
member of a murder victim should have half a million euros, for cases in which tory of overlooking murder when con-
to completely suspend their lives sim- the sources were confidential and the venient. In 1607, Caravaggio sought ref-
ply to make sure that a process works main witness was dead. uge in Valletta, after beating a man to
as it should,” Paul said. The work took The sons established a charitable death in Rome; the Knights of Malta
a toll on his health. “My wife was look- foundation to raise money for their welcomed and knighted him, in return
ing at me like a ghost,” he continued. legal defense and to train local jour- for a few paintings—two of which now
“My father was in a panic. None of his nalists in investigative techniques. Paul hang in Valletta’s biggest cathedral.
sons were working.” Each time Paul signed a contract to write a biography Arnaud and Zahra would look for
visited his brothers, who had moved of his mother, with all proceeds going evidence; what was done with it was
into a former orphanage in Saint-Malo, to the foundation. beyond their control. The Degiorgios
“Matthew was always in the same In March, 2018, Matthew returned needed money for a lawyer. In early
clothes,” he said. to Malta and printed three questions 2018, Arnaud and Zahra noticed that
On the train to Strasbourg, Paul on an enormous banner: “Why aren’t a series of random visitors were show-
drafted a motion to appoint a special Keith Schembri and Konrad Mizzi in ing up at the jail with cash. It seemed
rapporteur for Malta, while Matthew prison, Police Commissioner? Why isn’t that they were all part of a chain of in-
consulted a lawyer over the phone. “My your wife being investigated by the po- termediaries, each of whom knew only
brothers and I aren’t an N.G.O.—we’d lice, Joseph Muscat? Who paid for who had given him the envelope, and
never done anything like this before,” Daphne Caruana Galizia to be blown whom to give it to next. The last man
Matthew said. “I went from program- up after she asked these questions?” He in the chain had no idea where the
ming Java to this.” hung it outside a second-story apart- money was from—only that he had to
They had one afternoon to collect ment that his family owns on Old Bak- get a receipt.
signatures from council members for ery Street, in the heart of Valletta’s tour- Before long, the Degiorgios had
the motion. “We were like tobacco-com- ist district. The local planning authority hired one of the most expensive law-
pany lobbyists—knocking on doors, one tore it down—an act that Matthew re- yers in the country. Arnaud and Zahra
46 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
Theuma drafted a new will. He
started recording his meetings with
THE BATS Fenech, with his mobile phone on
airplane mode and hidden in his sock.
I share my house with a colony of bats. During one conversation, Theuma
They live in the roof peak, learned that, although Schembri ap-
enter through a gap. peared to be directing the coverup, he
probably hadn’t known about the murder
At dusk they fly out, dip until afterward. “When I told Schembri,
into inverted arcs he went cold,” Fenech said. According
to catch what flutters or stings, to Fenech, Schembri replied, “You should
have come to me before you did what
what can only be hunted at night. you did.”
Sunlight stops their flight, Theuma started drinking heavily
drives them into their hot chamber and taking antidepressants. Schembri
dispatched one of Muscat’s bodyguards,
to rest and nest, troll-faces a former member of the intelligence
pinched shut. I hear them scratch. service named Kenneth Camilleri, to
In darkness they chop and hazard through the sky, check on Theuma. By way of encour-
agement, Camilleri told Theuma to
around blue outlines of pines, pass along to the hit men that they
pitch up over the old Dutch house would soon be granted bail, plus a mil-
we share. They scare some lion euros each. But Theuma only grew
more paranoid.
but not me. I see them In early 2019, Fenech attended a
for what they seem— small party for Muscat’s forty-fifth
timid, wee, happy or lucky, birthday, at a hunting lodge in the Mal-
tese countryside. Fenech gave Muscat
pinned to the roof beams, three bottles of Château Pétrus, one
stitched up in their ammonia reek from Muscat’s birth year and two from
and private as dreams. that of his twin daughters. Then, ac-
cording to Fenech, Muscat privately
—Mark Wunderlich told him to be careful—Theuma was
unravelling, and speaking loosely on
the phone.
listened to the brothers’ phone calls open line that he was upset with Fenech. Through the dark Web, Fenech
and discovered that, when they talked Hours later, Fenech scolded him for tried to buy cyanide and a pistol with
with their brother Mario, there was his carelessness; Fenech was even get- a silencer, but neither transaction went
often another man in the room; after ting updates on Theuma’s wiretapped through. In November, 2019, more than
some pleasantries, Mario would pass calls. He forced Theuma to call the two years after Daphne’s murder, police
him the phone. friend back and say, for the wiretaps, officers surrounded Theuma’s car. He
The police set up surveillance out- that the spat concerned a taxi spot at had been warned, weeks earlier, that
side Mario’s home. One day, a white the Hilton. the police were going to charge him
taxi pulled up, and a slightly pudgy Theuma felt deeply exposed. Fenech with money laundering, for his role
man in his late thirties went inside. was close to the deputy police commis- in an underground lottery, and then
After a phone call with the brothers in sioner, Silvio Valletta, who was oversee- question him about the murder once
jail, the man climbed back into the taxi. ing the murder investigation. Valletta he was in custody. He’d arranged to
The cops followed the taxi to the Hil- was a regular guest at Fenech’s country bribe an officer to bury the case. Now,
ton at Portomaso, where the man, Mel- house, where Theuma once barbecued in a panic, he noticed that the crooked
vin Theuma, met with his boss, Yor- for them. After Theuma was identified cop wasn’t there.
gen Fenech. as the middleman, Fenech took Valletta Theuma grabbed an ice-cream box
A few weeks later, Joseph Muscat as his guest to soccer matches in En- from the car. He insisted on taking it
signed off on wiretap requests for Theuma gland and Ukraine. with him to the station, and said that
and Fenech, which only he, as Prime To Theuma, Fenech wasn’t just close he needed to open it in front of Inspec-
Minister, could authorize. Fenech found to power—he was power. Whatever tor Arnaud. In the interrogation room,
out almost immediately, and informed Theuma learned about the police inves- Arnaud watched him pry open the box,
Theuma that they had to start com- tigation was filtered through his boss. sobbing, and empty it. It contained the
municating through encrypted apps. He began to see himself as a loose end, photograph of Theuma standing next
Once, Theuma told a friend over an a mosquito waiting to be squashed. to Schembri at the Prime Minister’s
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 47
ent years and continents, contained in-
dependent fragments of the over-all
scheme. “Imagine how much we didn’t
find out, all the stuff that hasn’t been
leaked. Mossack Fonseca isn’t even the
biggest law firm in Panama!”
Matthew has continued to inves-
tigate shell companies and financial
crime, and is campaigning for the dis-
solution of Electrogas, the company
behind the power station. “People seem
to think of businesses as a kind of force
of nature,” he told me. “What can we
do to, for example, make sure that Elec-
trogas does not continue to profit off
murder and corruption? Almost noth-
ing. The company is a monopoly.” He
gestured to a lamp in the corner. “Every
second that that lamp is on, it’s money
being sent to Yorgen Fenech, his fam-
ily,” and the project’s other sharehold-
“There’s one home in this area within your ers. “Am I expected to continue doing
price range, but it has a mouse.” this for the rest of my life? Continue
paying money to the people whose cor-
ruption led directly to my mother’s
• • murder?” (Electrogas denies allegations
of corruption.)
office, a pile of flash drives with his se- passing a contract from one entity to By the beginning of 2017, Electrogas
cret recordings of Fenech, and a hand- the next. “Even when you look at the had burned through a six-hundred-mil-
written note: company itself, it’s just a shell,” Matthew lion-euro loan from the Maltese state.
said. “They have maybe four staff. Four “Everyone was looking at these things
I Melvin Theuma am providing this infor-
mation that I was the middleman in the case people? We’re talking about a power in isolation, except my mum,” Matthew
concerning Ms. Caruana Galizia. I am relay- station here—a country’s main source said. Had Daphne been able to com-
ing this proof so that you will know who hired of power.” plete her work, “they wouldn’t have been
me and paid for the bomb. I am doing this be- Daphne hadn’t nailed down the full able to get a new guarantee. The Euro-
cause I realized that these two people, Yurgen scale of corruption, but she had got pean Union would have raised all these
Fenech and Keith Schembri il-Kasco, were
working to get rid of me as well. So I prepared close. “I have discovered that this clique questions about the legality of it. They
this proof so that if I am eliminated you will is using a company called 17 Black, badly needed a new deal by the end of
know the entire story. which is incorporated in the United the year, to refinance the loan. So what
Arab Emirates,” she wrote. The com- did they do? Murder my mother, and
he journalists working with Daph- pany was set up with the primary pur- then, literally weeks afterward, they signed
T ne’s files found that the contracts
underlying Muscat’s power station made
pose of transferring about two million
euros to Schembri’s and Mizzi’s Pan-
a new deal.”
little sense, except as a way of taking amanian shell companies. But, she con- ne night, before Theuma’s arrest
public money and distributing it to share-
holders. “They were just robbing every-
tinued, “the ultimate beneficial owner-
ship of 17 Black is concealed.”
O was made public, Muscat called
Schembri to discuss Fenech. Then
one,” Matthew told me. “It was ‘Let’s Now Stephen Grey, of Reuters, dis- Schembri called Fenech, well after mid-
just stick a tap in this giant barrel of covered that the owner of 17 Black was night. They spoke for about twenty
liquid money that is Malta, and just Yorgen Fenech. “He was the éminence minutes. After the call, Schembri dis-
drain it.’” grise,” Matthew told me. “We could see posed of his phone. Fenech grabbed
Azerbaijan’s state oil company was in the leaked e-mails that this guy was twenty-one SIM cards and seven thou-
cut in on the deal, leaving Juliette Gar- controlling everything. Every time a sand euros in cash, and boarded one
side, an investigative reporter at the problem came up, the other directors of his yachts. He set off in the direc-
Guardian, with the impression that the and managers would tell him, ‘Yorgen, tion of Sicily, but was intercepted by
Azerbaijanis were laundering money we need you to contact a minister.’ They Malta’s armed forces and placed under
and setting aside kickbacks for Mal- all deferred to him, for everything. house arrest.
tese officials. Other stakeholders, like “You have to look at how serendip- Fenech had long suffered from anx-
Fenech, took “success fees” in the mil- itous the whole situation is,” Matthew iety, and had recently spent time at his
lions, for milestones as meaningless as added. Unconnected leaks, from differ- doctor’s house in Gozo, where he mixed
48 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
sedatives and cocaine and passed out ne’s death had proved what her col- until three o’clock in the morning. “Every
mumbling. Now he had a panic attack, umns had only alleged. “For the first now and then, we’d see a minister in
and the doctor set off for Fenech’s house time, everyone understood that this was the window, drawing the curtains to see
in Portomaso, with an Ativan prescrip- a state-sponsored assassination,” Paul if we were still there,” Paul said. Then
tion. Before he arrived, the doctor re- told me. Muscat emerged, and the crowd erupted
ceived a call from Schembri, who told Paul had returned to Malta the night in boos. A volley of eggs splattered
him to come first to his house, where before; now he and his brothers joined against his bodyguards as they hurried
Schembri handed him a wad of papers the protesters in besieging Parliament. him into a car and out of Valletta. “It
to deliver to Fenech. When the doctor “The plan was to wait for ministers to was one of these moments, I think,
reached Portomaso, he tried to hand leave Parliament, and pelt them with where a country sees their leader ap-
the papers to one of Fenech’s lawyers, eggs and coins, and shout at them,” pearing very weak, and you know that
but Fenech snatched them away, fum- Andrew recalled. “But then someone they will never return from that mo-
ing. As the doctor left, he heard Fenech came running to the crowd and said, ment,” Paul said.
mutter, “If I go down, they’re all going ‘They’re escaping from the back!’” Pol- Schembri resigned. Hours later, he
down with me.” iticians scurried into a former moat was arrested. Then Konrad Mizzi re-
The papers from Schembri con- surrounding the fortress of Valletta signed. Finally, Muscat did, too.
tained an elaborate, typewritten back- and hid beneath a bridge as their con- The contents of Fenech’s phone have
story, intended to frame another gov- stituents called them “rats” and “cow- led to several new criminal investigations.
ernment minister for Daphne’s murder. ards” and tried to spit on them. “Think (Fenech now denies any involvement in
The document ran for more than four about what that does to a public, to the murder, and his lawyers describe him
pages and showed intimate knowledge see your governing class reduced to as a victim of Schembri’s and Theuma’s
of nearly every aspect of the investi- this,” Paul said. deceit.) According to someone close to
gation, down to the contents of Theu- Paul was making a podcast about the inquiries, the contents of the phone,
ma’s secret recordings. The script would his mother’s murder, and had arrived in if released, would “bring the country to
have cast plausible deniability over oth- Valletta with a producer. “It’s the first its knees.”
erwise incontrovertible evidence—ex- sense of real hope and justice that I’ve
cept that it was discovered by the po- felt in two years—and that feels good— ne of Matthew’s earliest memo-
lice, and both Fenech and his doctor
later testified to its provenance. (Schem-
but there’s a part of me that’s angrier
than I have ever been,” he said. “They
O ries is of his mother in the garden,
handing him some pots and telling him
bri denies writing the document, and sued her. They continued suing us af- to fill them with soil. He now lives in
pretty much everything else.) By that ter she died. They kept denying it. They the family home with his girlfriend, Ga-
point, Fenech had edited Schembri’s kept accusing us of defaming them. briella, and his father, and in their spare
script, crossing out some phrases and They said that Matthew had a hand time he and Gabriella maintain Daph-
substituting his own. in her assassination. They said we were ne’s garden. When he moved back, in
For the first several minutes of Fenech’s crazy. They said we were totally wrong. October, 2018, the garden was a mess.
police interrogation, he sat in sullen si- They said we’re corrupt. And to see them “A lot of things had died,” he said. “There
lence, his arms crossed. He had asked for were weeds everywhere.”
a pardon; Muscat had rejected it. Then In the past two years, they have
Zahra asked about the murder of Daphne, planted some five hundred carob, Aleppo
and Fenech spoke. “What I have to say, pine, Italian pine, olive, and oak trees.
for sure, for sure, is that everything started There are myrtle, pomegranate, almond,
with Mr. Keith Schembri,” he said. He and banana trees, Mediterranean fan
wore thick, black-framed glasses and a palms, and more than four hundred types
black turtleneck, and spoke in a gruff of baobab.
voice. “And there is another person who Behind the house, near Matthew’s
knows that Keith Schembri ordered this childhood bedroom, stands a mock-
killing,” he added. now, one by one, fall and rat on each orange tree, knotted and gnarled, with
“And who is this other person?” other—it just, more than anything, makes an enormous vertical scar in the base and
Zahra asked. me angry.” holes tracing the insides of the branches.
“The Prime Minister, Joseph Muscat.” Darkness fell. A ship’s anchor hit the When the group of men tried to burn
seafloor and knocked the cable that brings down the house, about fifteen years ago,
uscat denies any involvement electricity from Sicily. For the first time, fire and fuel spilled off the patio, and
M in the coverup. On the day of
Fenech’s arrest, thousands of people
Muscat’s new power station was re-
quired to power the whole country. Shop
flames climbed up the tree, which was
only a sapling at the time. In the next
marched to Parliament, shouting Daph- lights and street lamps flickered, then few years, the sapling died, slowly, but as
ne’s final words: “The situation is des- went out. it did a new tree grew around it. What
perate.” They chanted that their lead- As the protests continued, Muscat had caught fire is now completely gone.
ers were corrupt, that they were assassins, convened his Cabinet for an emergency But you can still see the shape of it, cast
that they were a mafia. It was as if Daph- briefing from Inspector Arnaud. It lasted in what has grown in its place.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 49
PROFILES
RADICAL ALIENATION
Arthur Jafa left an art world he found too white. Years later, he made a triumphant return.
BY CALVIN TOMKINS
he most spellbinding art work dergraduate at Howard University, in ity of the Black thinkers, artists, and
grandparents so that he could go to Boston recalled. “It was filled with Mar- then science fiction, the World Book
school there. When the Ku Klux Klan vel and DC comic books, and boxes of (his parents bought the series, and later
burned down their house in Russellville the magazines that Art cut pictures out they added the Encyclopædia Britan-
(Arthur had been named football coach of and pasted in notebooks. He slept in nica), history, sociology, and world lit-
of the recently combined white and the top bunk, and I was on the bottom. erature. “Our neighbor was head li-
Black high schools), they returned to We’d tell each other stories and make brarian at the college,” he said. “She
Tupelo. The whole family moved again, drawings—he’d draw something and would let me stay there after hours—
less than a year later, to Clarksdale, Mis- hand it down to me, and I’d hand one I’d fall asleep in the stacks, and my dad
sissippi, where Arthur and Rowena had up to him.” would come to pick me up at two in
been offered positions at Coahoma Ju- “The move from Tupelo to Clarks- the morning.” Jafa and Boston saw
nior College, an innovative school for dale was mainly a change in soundtrack,” every movie they could get to. One
Black students. Arthur taught physical Jafa said. “In Tupelo, the radio was dom- Saturday afternoon, when Jafa was ten,
education and coached football and bas- inated by Elvis Presley. I remember my their parents dropped them off at the
ketball; Rowena, who taught business grandmother telling stories about Elvis. white people’s theatre on the other
administration, became the school’s They knew him in the Black part of side of town to see Stanley Kubrick’s
financial director. town—that’s how poor he was. When “2001: A Space Odyssey.” The theatre
Clarksdale is in the Mississippi Delta, Elvis was a kid, he would sit on the porch was empty except for a few white cou-
which Jafa describes as a Black Jurassic of a nearby house and play guitar.” Jafa ples, who left before the intermission.
Park. “I grew up in a region where some was never a Presley fan. In Clarksdale, “The lights go down, the movie be-
of the more horrific acts in the century where the soundtrack was Memphis gins, and it’s like being buried alive,”
occurred,” Jafa said. “Emmett Till was soul, all four Fielder boys went to Cath- Jafa wrote, in a 2015 essay called “My
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND GLADSTONE GALLERY
killed, the three civil-rights workers were olic school, because their non-Catholic Black Death.” “Even now, I’m still
killed, people were tortured and mur- parents thought they would get a better searching for an art experience capa-
dered and nobody was brought to trial.” education that way. (Their father even- ble of matching the effect this film
Unlike Tupelo, Clarksdale had held on tually converted to Catholicism.) Jafa had on me.” When it ended, he and
to hard-core segregation long after it was an altar boy and a straight-A stu- Boston walked out in a daze to the
became illegal. And yet, growing up in dent, and in high school he became a empty lobby, where the white theatre
a supportive family and on a college National Merit Scholar. “I was just elated manager sat in the ticket booth read-
campus, the Fielder children felt pro- to know that I had one student, just one, ing a newspaper. “At this point in my
tected and encouraged. For the first few who could have gotten into M.I.T.,” life I didn’t have un-chaperoned in-
years, the family lived on the campus Olenza McBride, his social-studies teractions with white people, young or
in a blue-and-white trailer with three teacher, recalled. old,” Jafa wrote. “He was sitting in the
bedrooms. “Art and I shared a room,” Jafa read all the time—first comics, ticket booth with the door open, so I
54 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
“It was a response to the influx of footage of Black people being assaulted, which I had just been throwing in a file,” Jafa says.
walked over to him and said, ‘Excuse première and got very depressed, try with lenses and film speeds, cinematic
me, sir, I’ve just come out of the movie, ing to figure out why I had never spo rhythms, and nonlinear storytelling. “We
could you tell me what it was about?’ ken to him.” had a rocky collaboration, but we’ve finally
He looked at me over his paper, paused reached a rapprochement, and I want to
a moment, and said, ‘Son, I’ve been hooting other people’s films was al keep it that way,” Jafa told me.
looking at it all week and I haven’t got
a clue.’ ”
S ways, for Jafa, a stepping stone to
shooting his own. “I love cinematogra
I asked him to name the filmmakers
he most admired. “I like films more than
There was a coda to the experience. phy, but once I’d mastered the craft it was filmmakers,” he said. “But, anything An
In the midnineties, when Jafa was work never fulfilling on its own,” he told me. drei Tarkovsky ever did, especially ‘The
ing as a cinematographer, Kubrick hired “Daughters of the Dust” had brought no Mirror’ and ‘The Sacrifice,’ his last. Tar
him to be a secondunit cameraman for directing offers, though, and until recently kovsky’s films are philosophical medita
“Eyes Wide Shut.” Kubrick shot most neither Dash nor Jafa could get funding tions on life, time, aging, things like that.”
of the film in England, but it was set for a second feature. Hollywood produc Yasujirō Ozu, he said, was “right up there,
in New York, and Jafa spent a lot of ers had financed and profited from nine not quite as high as Tarkovsky. Ozu will
time filming locations there. “We were teenseventies blaxploitation films, some sit with things.” The Italians? “I love Fel
constantly shooting things over and of which had Black directors, but the first lini, Pasolini, Antonioni. Antonioni is a
over, because Kubrick kept sending Black filmmaker of Jafa’s generation to great filmmaker, but to me that really
notes saying would we try it again three break into the Hollywood system and does come down to ‘L’Avventura,’ the
degrees to the left, or three degrees to establish a career on his own terms was film where he plays with dimensions of
the right,” Jafa recalled. “He called many Spike Lee. Lee went to a screening of dramatic time and space. There’s a scene
times a day, and occasionally the assis “Daughters” and as he was leaving the with Monica Vitti in a hotel corridor.
tant director would say, ‘Stanley’s on theatre he introduced himself and asked She walks into the frame, and then out
the phone, he wants to say hi,’ and if Jafa would like to work on a film about of the frame, and in a Hollywood film
I would say, ‘Not now, I’m shooting.’” Malcolm X. Jafa said yes, and his skill as you would cut, but the camera just stays
In 1999, returning from Europe to at a cameraman on the movie led to his be on that long, empty hallway.”
tend the film’s New York première, Jafa coming the cinematographer for Lee’s Jafa respects Ingmar Bergman, but, he
saw a newspaper headline: “Stanley next feature, “Crooklyn.” “Spike changed said, “I don’t know if his films have aged
Kubrick Dies at 70.” “Stanley Kubrick my life,” Jafa said. “He put me on the so well, even ‘Persona,’ which is clearly a
was one of my heroes,” he said. “There path to being a legitimate entity in the great film.” He likes Godard more than
was so much I wanted to say to him, film universe.” The two of them didn’t Truffaut, and, he said, “Bresson is above
and I’d had this fantasy that when we get along, though, and they haven’t worked anybody we’ve mentioned, except Tar
finished shooting we’d be able to have together since. Lee had no interest in Ja kovsky—Bresson is the Beethoven and
a proper conversation. I went to the fa’s urge to experiment on “Crooklyn” Bach of cinema.” He also paid homage
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to Oscar Micheaux, whom he called “the paintings, because they had certain spa- which most people say is his master-
godfather of Black American cinema.” I tial and formal implications, and the mass- piece, is clearly Brer Rabbit.” Jafa went
asked him about Andy Warhol. “Neck ing of those implications produced Cub- on in this vein for quite a while before
and neck with Bresson,” he said, to my ism,” Jafa said. “Duchamp made paintings returning to Duchamp.
surprise. “Every moment in a Warhol in that modality—‘Nude Descending a “He is one of the non-musicians I
film is an extended moment. You think Staircase,’ where you see the figure mul- would put in the company of John Col-
of Miles Davis, the speed at which he tiple times at the same moment and from trane and Miles Davis,” he said. “There
improvises. His notes sit in the air like different vantage points. But Duchamp were occasionally white people at our
they’re unfurling in slow motion. They was smarter than anybody around. I think family reunions, in-laws and white friends
always feel introspective, considered, not he realized that a lot of the energy pro- of my parents. Duchamp is one of the
in the moment.” Jafa puts “The Godfa- duced by African objects came not from people we will always reserve a seat for.”
ther: Part II” in his top ten films, “but their formal and spatial qualities but from
Coppola is not in my top ten directors.” their being what I would call radically n 1999, Jafa decided to quit the film
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he real star of the director car while Dussie Mae sits up front with
T
That puts you in a trance. All the boys in
George C. Wolfe’s film of Au- Sylvester, because empresses do not share the neighborhood
gust Wilson’s play “Ma Rainey’s thrones. Wrapped in her summer furs They say your black bottom is really good.
Black Bottom” (on Netflix, starting De- and her beautiful snobbery, Ma looks
cember 18th) is Viola Davis’s makeup. out at the world with little love. To show When Rainey looks at Dussie Mae’s
Designed by the industry veteran Ma- love is to be vulnerable, and the only young bottom, she lights up with lust
tiki Anoff, it is a masterpiece of Black time it’s not an embarrassment to be or irritation, sometimes both. Dussie
American style. Anoff gives Davis, who vulnerable is onstage; there you can have Mae wants to be an entertainer, too, but
plays Gertrude (Ma) Rainey, the singer and give life that’s not always in dan- she doesn’t have any real talent; she ex-
often described as the “Mother of the ger of being devalued or hurt by the ists primarily in the eyes of those who
Blues,” the rouged look we associate with white world. desire her. For Ma Rainey, Dussie may
the era—the play is set in 1927—but Once Rainey gets to the studio— be more of a status symbol than a be-
filters it through the singer’s extravagant she’s late, and she doesn’t apologize for loved—a pretty, light-skinned girl whom
and scrutinizing vision. Bottom-heavy it—she keeps her distance from others. Rainey was able to hook up with thanks
but light on her feet, the forty-five-year- It’s a lonely business, being the head of to her success rather than her own de-
old Rainey is a renegade, with long, your own operation, trying to book pay- sirability in a gay-phobic, color-struck
sharply drawn eyebrows and a layer of ing tours with Black male band mem- world. Rainey understands that, in this
too much shine on her face. She also has bers in a racially segregated America, life, her talent will be her only constant;
a mouth full of gold teeth that flash like while also writing music and getting intimacy takes time, and there aren’t
artillery whenever she issues a directive paid yourself. It shuts you off from play- enough hours in the day to tend to both
or criticizes the incompetence and in- fulness and worries your mind. And, as a lover and the big, swamp-deep sound
surrections that threaten to undermine if that weren’t enough, Rainey also has that makes Ma who she is. And even
her stinging authority. to keep an eye on her anxiety-ridden though Dussie Mae has the power to
When we meet Rainey, she’s in Chi- manager, Irv (the touching Jeremy Sha- make her jealous and break her heart,
cago with her female lover, Dussie Mae mos), who’s supposed to buffer her from Ma is always more than all right when
(Taylour Paige, overdoing her sweet- white-male demands, including those she performs, and those notes drift up
young-thang thing), being driven around of the whingy Sturdyvant, who hopes and on the air; it’s at those times that
by her nephew, Sylvester (Dusan Brown). to make as much money as possible by the singer becomes the object of her
Rainey and her band have been asked capitalizing on her unique sound. One own queer gaze.
to cut a few sides by a white man named song Sturdyvant would like to cut is the There’s an extraordinarily beautiful
Sturdyvant ( Jonny Coyne), who owns popular “Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom,” moment in Wilson’s play when Rainey—
a small race-music record label where which, like a number of her works, is after she’s taken off her shoes and put
Rainey has worked before. While Stur- about showing your ass and revelling on her slippers so that she can relax and
dyvant may know what he has in the in it: start the session—is talking to her trusted
great, brazen composer of such blues The other night at a swell affair old friend and trombonist, Cutler (the
standards as “See See Rider” and the Soon as the boys found out I was there sensitive and soulful Colman Domingo,
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in-your-face queer classic “Prove It on They said, “Come on, Ma, let’s go to the who, unlike the majority of the cast, tends
Me Blues” (“Went out last night with cabaret” to underplay his role, and it’s a relief ).
a crowd of my friends / They must’ve When I got there you oughta hear me say Speaking softly, and looking off into space,
Want to see the dance you call the black
been women ’cause I don’t like no men”), bottom . . . Ma confesses, “I always got to have some
Ma, too, has a strong sense of her own Want to see that dance you call your big music going on in my head somewhere.
worth. She sits in the back of her fine black bottom It keeps things balanced. Music will do
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As the “Mother of the Blues,” Viola Davis plays against type, but she isn’t free enough to risk being disliked.
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that. It fills things up. The more music up and in the spirit. When, toward the Davis has played Wilson women be-
you got in the world, the fuller it is.” middle of the movie, the ambitious young fore—most recently, Rose, in the 2010
What Ma doesn’t like is silence, even if horn player Levee (the late Chadwick Broadway revival of the 1987 play “Fences.”
she has engineered it. But how does that Boseman) is frustrated at not being able (She reprised the role in the 2016 movie
silence sound to her? What does it do to play his own music, Wolfe has him version and won an Oscar for it.) I saw
to her? Does it, like grief, threaten to push through a door that leads out of the Davis in the Broadway production, and,
overwhelm her voice? We don’t know, rehearsal studio only to be confronted whenever she came onstage, I thought
and Davis’s performance isn’t saying; en- with a brick wall. The literalization of of Montgomery Clift and Judy Gar-
tertaining existential questions isn’t part the characters’ feelings in clichéd images land. In 1961, the two stars were work-
of what she does. like this makes “Ma Rainey’s Black Bot- ing on Stanley Kramer’s film “Judgment
Before Ma can sing a note, she needs tom” dull to watch, which is a shame, be- at Nuremberg,” and Kramer invited Clift
her Coca-Cola—and where is it? When cause a director with more passion for to sit in while Garland shot her scene.
Irv tries to coax her into going ahead the medium could have brought so much Playing the wife of a lowly German offi-
without it, she tears him down: “Get out to this project. cial, Garland sputtered and cried. When
my face, Irvin. You all just wait until I Levee, like most Young Turks, sees Kramer turned to Clift to get his reac-
get my Coke. It ain’t gonna kill you.” Irv only himself, hears only his own story. tion, Clift was crying, too. Not because
may object to Rainey’s demands, but he’s He loves music as much as Rainey does, he was moved by the performance but
turned on by her imperiousness. His jit- and is just as egotistical, but Rainey has because he felt that Garland had done
teriness and his lap-dog eyes tell us that, been at it since she was a girl and has a it “all wrong.” Clift, one of the most
for him, being degraded by Ma is sort band, and Levee doesn’t. The blues, like character-driven of performers, disliked
of exciting. Rainey sends Sylvester and Ma, is old; the music Levee wants to it when acting replaced being. Davis,
her bassist, Slow Drag (Michael Potts), play is faster, harder, like him. Wilson like Garland, rarely plays a person; in-
out to get some Cokes, so that she can dramatizes the struggle between these stead, she embodies marginalization, in-
talk to Cutler. “They don’t care nothing two currents in Black culture by con- advertently playing to a white audience’s
about me,” she tells him. She’s referring ventionalizing the story, and throwing idea of what a Black woman is or should
to Irv and Sturdyvant, but she might just Dussie Mae into the middle of it. be. I was lucky enough to see Adriane
as well be talking about the world. “All No playwright can do everything, and Lenox in the 2005 Broadway staging of
they want is my voice. Well, I done the ten-play cycle about Black Ameri- John Patrick Shanley’s “Doubt”—some-
learned that and they gonna treat me can life that Wilson left behind when he thing I won’t soon forget. Awful and
like I want to be treated no matter how died, in 2005—“Ma Rainey’s Black Bot- brilliant as a selfish mother who never
much it hurt them.” There is so much tom” is the second in the series—is one tried to use her story to elicit our sym-
poetic realism in Wilson’s script that it’s of the great edifices in American theat- pathy, Lenox upended the stereotypical
hard to pick a favorite moment, but the rical history. But there are always cracks view of Black motherhood by not per-
over-all impression his language leaves in institutions, and, for me, Wilson’s de- forming tragedy: she was tragic, trapped
us with is that this woman is a wound pictions of women is one of them. For in circumstances that she understood
and that her injury, like everyone else’s, sure, they exist in full-blooded ways in but wouldn’t do anything about. When
lives right next to her cynicism and her several of his plays, but often they’re pres- Davis took over the role in the 2008 film
defensiveness. The point that Ma is al- ent as a kind of pillow on which Black version, she reverted to the style that has
ways trying to make is this: if you’re mess- masculinity gets to rest its weary head. made her part of the troupe of Black ac-
ing with her sound, you’re messing with Levee tells the gold-digging Dussie Mae tresses, working in the tradition of Beah
her soul. And who wants to go there? that he’s going to have his own band, as Richards and Cicely Tyson, whom white
he tries to kiss and grab her, the impli- people describe as “regal” or “noble,” be-
uben Santiago-Hudson, who adapted cation being that he’ll be a bigger and cause they remain self-righteous as they
R the play for the screen, has done a
creditable job of opening the material up,
cooler musician than Ma, because he’s
younger and he’s a real man; Wilson
cry and cry. I don’t know what to make
of her work in “Ma Rainey’s Black Bot-
making some scenes more cinematic, but justifies Levee’s misogyny with a horrific tom,” because she’s playing against that
cinema isn’t Wolfe’s thing. He’s not at backstory that’s supposed to explain all, type, and that’s terrific, and yet there’s
home with framing, with moving a story but it feels like a made-up story. (One something in her that keeps her in a state
along pictorially, and his primary influence can hear traces of Hickey, the delusional of self-awareness: Look how I’m acting
here is Rob Marshall’s 2002 film version salesman in Eugene O’Neill’s “The Ice- here. And here. She isn’t free enough to
of Bob Fosse’s “Chicago,” with its cele- man Cometh,” in Levee’s long mono- risk being disliked, but you can’t be Ma
bration of tinsel and tits in the twenties. logue about his youth.) Still, “Ma Rain- Rainey and want to be embraced and
(Wolfe is a nostalgist at heart, and is ey’s Black Bottom” is one of the few plays accepted; Ma didn’t play that shit. To be
never happier than when his actors look in the American canon that focus on a Wilson’s magnetic, tough character, you
like figures out of a John Held, Jr., draw- Black woman, and Rainey is among Wil- have to go it alone. You have to under-
ing.) Many of the early scenes feel famil- son’s most organic female characters. The stand where life began for Ma Rainey,
iar because you’ve seen them before, in a real Rainey’s interior life existed in her and where it ended: in the terrors that
hundred and one other Jazz Age pictures music, and all Wilson had to do was stand she shouted and laughed at and turned
where a Black woman gets everyone riled back and listen, and then transcribe it. into song after song.
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hired our friends, and used our corpo-
A CRITIC AT LARGE rate AmEx to expense a “business din-
ner” at Nobu. Unlike other kids, who
IN ANOTHER LIFE
were what—socializing?—I had a busi-
ness card that said “Creative Director.”
After midnight, in our darkened office,
Making sense of who we might have been. I nestled my Aeron chair into my Ikea
desk, queued up Nine Inch Nails in
BY JOSHUA ROTHMAN Winamp, scrolled code, peeped pixels,
and entered the matrix. After my cli-
ent work was done, I’d write short sto-
ries for my creative-writing workshops.
Often, I slept on the office futon, wak-
ing to plunder the vending machine
next to the loading dock, where a home-
less man lived with his cart.
I liked this entrepreneurial exis-
tence—its ambition, its scrappy, near-
future velocity. I thought I might move
to San Francisco and work in tech. I
saw a path, an opening into life. But, as
the dot-com bubble burst, our client’s
business was acquired by a firm that was
acquired by another firm that didn’t
want what we’d made. Our invoices
went unpaid. It was senior year—a fork
in the road. We closed our business and
moved out of the office. A few days be-
fore graduation, when I went to pay my
tuition bill, a girl on the elevator struck
up a conversation, then got off at her
floor; on my ride down, she stepped on
for a second time, and our conversation
continued. We started dating, then went
to graduate school in English together.
We got married, I became a journalist,
and we had a son. I now have a life, a
world, a story. I’m me, not him—who-
ever he might have turned out to be.
“The thought that I might have be-
nce, in another life, I was a tech ing the money I made on tuition, food, come someone else is so bland that
O founder. It was the late nineties,
when the Web was young, and every-
and a stereo.
In 1999—our sophomore year—we
dwelling on it sometimes seems fatu-
ous,” the literary scholar Andrew H.
one was trying to cash in on the dot- hit it big. A company that wired mid- Miller writes, in “On Not Being Some-
com boom. In college, two of my dorm tier office buildings with high-speed one Else: Tales of Our Unled Lives”
mates and I discovered that we’d each Internet hired us to build a collabora- (Harvard). Still, phrased the right way,
started an Internet company in high tive work environment for its custom- the thought has an insistent, uncanny
school, and we merged them to form ers: Slack, avant la lettre. It was a huge magnetism. Miller’s book is, among
a single, teen-age megacorp. For around project, entrusted to a few college stu- other things, a compendium of expres-
six hundred dollars a month, we rented dents through some combination of sions of wonder over what might have
office space in the basement of a build- recklessness and charity. We were ter- been. Miller quotes Clifford Geertz,
ing in town. We made Web sites and rified that we’d taken on work we couldn’t who, in “The Interpretation of Cul-
software for an early dating service, an handle but also felt that we were on tures,” wrote that “one of the most
insurance-claims-processing firm, and track to create something innovative. significant facts about us may finally be
an online store where customers could We blew through deadlines and bud- that we all begin with the natural equip-
“bargain” with a cartoon avatar for gets until the C-suite demanded a demo, ment to live a thousand kinds of life
overstock goods. I lived large, spend- which we built. Newly confident, we but end in the end having lived only
one.” He cites the critic William Emp-
Imagining our alternate selves can be fuel for fantasy or fodder for regret. son: “There is more in the child than
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nis poses a question to his protagonist,
a middle-aged real-estate agent: “What
would have happened / Had you gone
to your second choice for college”? A
different roommate, a different spouse,
a different job: could it all have added
up to “a life thirty points above the life
you’re living / On any scale of satisfac-
tion”? Only “the god who loves you”
knows for sure. It’s an unsettling thought;
Dennis suggests that we pity that all-
knowing god, “pacing his cloudy bed-
room, harassed by alternatives / You’re
spared by ignorance.”
“Excuse me, sir. I think you have your cart in front of the horse!” Swept up in our real lives, we quickly
forget about the unreal ones. Still, there
• • will be moments when, for good or for
ill, we feel confronted by our unreal-
ized possibilities; they may even, through
any man has been able to keep.” We who strides forward in “a rage of per- their persistence, shape us. Practitioners
have unlived lives for all sorts of rea- sonality.” Watching him, Brydon faints. of mindfulness tell us that we should
sons: because we make choices; because He wakes with his head cradled in Al- look away, returning our gaze to the ac-
society constrains us; because events ice’s lap, and realizes that he loves her: tual, the here and now. But we might
force our hand; most of all, because we better this life than that one! have the opposite impulse, as Miller
are singular individuals, becoming more Most of us aren’t haunted so acutely does. He wants us to wander in the hall
so with time. “While growth realizes, by the people we might have been. But, of mirrors—to let our imagined selves
it narrows,” Miller writes. “Plural pos- perhaps for a morning or a month, our “linger longer and say more.” What can
sibilities simmer down.” This is pain- lives can still thrum with the knowl- our unreal selves say about our real ones?
ful, but it’s an odd kind of pain—hy- edge that it could have been otherwise.
pothetical, paradoxical. Even as we “You may find yourself in a beautiful heir mere presence in our minds
regret who we haven’t become, we value
who we are. We seem to find meaning
house, with a beautiful wife,” David
Byrne sings, in the Talking Heads song
T may reveal something about how
we live: “Unled lives are a largely mod-
in what’s never happened. Our self-por- “Once in a Lifetime.” “And you may ern preoccupation,” Miller writes. It
traits use a lot of negative space. ask yourself, ‘Well, how did I get here?’” used to be that, for the most part, peo-
For some people, imagining unlived Maybe you feel suddenly pushed around ple lived the life their parents had, or
lives is torture, even a gateway to crisis. by your life, and wonder if you could the one that the fates decreed. Today,
Miller tells the story of Spencer Bry- have willed it into a different shape. we try to chart our own courses. The
don, the protagonist of Henry James’s Perhaps you suddenly remember, as difference is reflected in the stories we
tale “The Jolly Corner.” As a young man, Hilary Mantel did, that you have an- tell ourselves. In the Iliad, Achilles
Brydon left America for Europe, where other self “filed in a drawer of your chooses between two clearly defined
he “followed strange paths and wor- consciousness, like a short story that fates, designed by the gods and foretold
shiped strange gods,” living as a play- wouldn’t work after the opening lines.” in advance: he can either fight and die
boy. Three decades later, he returns to Today, your life is irritating, like an at Troy or live a long, boring life. (In
New York, where he takes stock of his ill-fitting garment; you can’t forget it’s the end, he chooses to fight.) But the
peers. Many of them are rich, powerful, there. “You may tell yourself, ‘This is world in which we live isn’t so neatly
or respected; they have built substantial not my beautiful house. . . . This is not organized. Achilles didn’t have to won-
lives. Brydon, who is single and only su- my beautiful wife,’ ” Byrne sings. der if he should have been pre-med or
perficially accomplished, starts to won- We may imagine specific unlived pre-law; we make such decisions know-
der how he would have turned out if lives for ourselves, as artists, or teach- ing that they might shape our lives.
he’d stayed. Would he have become a ers, or tech bros; I have a lawyer friend Among secular people, the absence
successful businessman? Married his whose alternate self owns a bar in Red of an afterlife raises the stakes. In “Miss-
friend Alice, with whom he’s recon- Hook. Or we may just be drawn to pos- ing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life,”
nected? He begins to spend his nights sibility itself, as in the poem “The Road the psychologist Adam Phillips warns
prowling the hallways of his childhood Not Taken”: when Robert Frost tells us that “once the next life—the better life,
home, convinced that the ghost of the that choosing one path over the other the fuller life—has to be in this one, we
man he might have been wanders there. made “all the difference,” it doesn’t mat- have a considerable task on our hands.”
Eventually, he meets a version of him- ter what the difference is. Carl Dennis’s Given just a single shot at existence, we
self: an apparitional Brydon, with a for- poem “The God Who Loves You” tries owe it to ourselves to hit the mark; we
bidding face and two missing fingers, to make that difference concrete. Den- must not just survive but thrive. It’s no
70 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
wonder that for many of us “the story selfhood, has a theory about why we that, thanks to the “butterfly effect,” even
of our lives becomes the story of the can’t just accept the way things are: he minor alterations to our pasts would
lives we were prevented from living.” thinks that sometime toward the end likely have major effects on our presents.
It’s likely, Miller thinks, that capital- of the eighteenth century two big trends If I’d done things just a little bit differ-
ism, “with its isolation of individuals in our self-understanding converged. ently, my son might not exist. Perhaps,
and its accelerating generation of choices We learned to think of ourselves as in a different life, I’d have a different
and chances,” has increased the num- “deep” individuals, with hidden well- wife and child. But I love these partic-
ber of our unlived lives. “The elevation springs of feeling and talent that we ular people; I don’t want alternative ones.
of choice as an absolute good, the ex- owed it to ourselves to find. At the same I find it easier to imagine different
perience of chance as a strange affront, time, we came to see ourselves objec- lives for others. My mother grew up in
the increasing number of exciting, stul- tively—as somewhat interchangeable Malaysia, then immigrated to America
tifying decisions we must make, the re- members of the same species and of a in the nineteen-seventies, as a college
view of the past to improve future out- competitive mass society. Subjectivity student. In her new country, she went
comes”—all these “feed the people we’re and objectivity both grew more intense. to rock concerts, poetry readings, and
not.” Advertisers sell us things by get- We came to feel that our lives, pictured law school, becoming an attorney with
ting us to imagine better versions of from the outside, failed to reflect the a distinguished career and achieving the
ourselves, even though there’s only one vibrancy within. kind of life she’d imagined back home.
life to live: it’s “YOLO + FOMO,” a friend A whole art form—the novel—has Even so, she was never really happy; she
tells Miller, summing up the situation been dedicated to exploring this dy- and my father divorced, and she strug-
nicely. The nature of work deepens the namic. Novelists often show us people gled with depression and loneliness.
problem. “Unlike the agricultural and who, trapped by circumstances, strug- When I was a teen-ager, we visited Ma-
industrial societies that preceded it,” gle to live their “real” lives. Such a strug- laysia together. I was astonished to find
Miller writes, our “professional society” gle can be Escher-like; a “real” life is that the island where she’d spent her
is “made up of specialized careers, lad- one in which a person no longer yearns childhood was a tropical paradise. Her
ders of achievement.” You make your to find herself, and yet the work of find- many cousins and old friends were over-
choice, forgoing others: year by year, you ing oneself is itself a source of mean- joyed to see her; eating the food, her
“clamber up into your future,” thinking ing. In Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina,” Anna, face lit up. We spent a day with a high-
back on the ladders unclimbed. caught in a boring marriage, destroys school boyfriend of hers, who ran a small
Historic events generate unlived lives. her life in an attempt to build a more factory (it made refrigerator magnets,
Years from now, we may wonder where passionate, authentic one with Count as I recall); globalization was transform-
we would be if the coronavirus pandemic Vronsky. All the while, Levin, the nov- ing the country and raising the stan-
hadn’t shifted us onto new courses. Some- el’s other hero, is so confused about how dard of living. Would my mother have
times we can see another life opening to live that he longs for the kind of bor- found contentment if she’d forgone the
out to one side, like a freeway exit. Miller ing, automatic life that Anna left be- immigrant struggle? Thinking that she
recounts the sad history of Jack and Ennis, hind. Part of the work of being a mod- might have, I didn’t worry that, if she’d
the cowboys in Annie Proulx’s story ern person seems to be dreaming of lived this alternate life, I wouldn’t exist.
“Brokeback Mountain,” who are in love alternate lives in which you don’t have My mother was young when she
but live in Wyoming in the nineteen- moved across the world; once we’re rooted
sixties and seventies, and so must hide in adulthood, even much smaller shifts
it. They disagree about how to under- can seem inconceivable. My lawyer friend,
stand their predicament. Ennis has no who has a wife and two children, hates
“serious hard feelings,” Proulx tells us. his job and is always talking about leav-
“Just a vague sense of getting short- ing it so that he can pursue an entirely
changed.” But Jack, Miller writes, “is different profession, but he simply can’t
haunted by the lives they might have figure out how to make the switch. I feel
led together, running a little ranch or for him. Having clambered up his lad-
living in Mexico, somewhere away from der, he won’t easily get down. But I also
civilization and its systematic and per- to dream of alternate lives. We long to want to tell him what Jean-Paul Sartre
sonal violence.” Jack tells Ennis, “We stop longing, but we also wring pur- said about the allure of imaginary lives:
could a had a good life together, a fuckin pose from that desire.
A man commits himself and draws his own
real good life.” The existence he has is portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No
spoiled by the one he doesn’t. n “unled” life sounds like one we
It makes sense for Jack to dwell on
how things might have turned out in
A might wish to lead—shoulda,
coulda, woulda. But, while I’m conscious
doubt this thought may seem harsh. . . . But
on the other hand, it helps people to under-
stand that reality alone counts, and that dreams,
a better world. And yet we can have of my unlived lives, I don’t wish to have expectations, and hopes only serve to define a
man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and fu-
the same kinds of thoughts even when led one. In fact, as the father of a two- tile expectations.
we’re basically happy with our lives. year-old, I find the prospect frighten-
The philosopher Charles Taylor, who ing. In “Midlife: A Philosophical Guide,” Sartre thought we should focus on
has written much about the history of the philosopher Kieran Setiya points out what we have done and will do, rather
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 71
than on what we might have done fact, everything had to go a certain way. someone else may be part of the wish.
or could do. He pointed out that we Often, these stories serve a didactic We want the world to be more porous
often take too narrow a census of our purpose; they provoke thoughts that and lambent than it is.
actions. An artist, he maintains, is not bind us to our lives. They suggest that Miller quotes the poem “Veracruz,”
to be “judged solely by his works of art, we should be grateful for what’s actual— by George Stanley, in full. It opens by
for a thousand other things also help to that we should sink deeper into the life the sea in Mexico, where Stanley is walk-
define him.” We do more than we give we have, rather than dreaming of the ing on an esplanade. He thinks of how
ourselves credit for; our real lives are lives we don’t. But my mother, being his father once walked on a similar es-
richer than we think. This is why, if you unhappy, and restless by nature, thought planade in Cuba. Step by step, he imag-
keep a diary, you may feel more satisfied often of her unled lives. Sometimes she ines alternative lives for his father and
with the life you live. seemed lost in them, or misled by them. for himself. What if his dad had moved
And yet you may still wonder at the She dreamed, in particular, of quitting to San Francisco and “married / not my
particular shape of that life; all stories her job and running a farm stand. And mother, but her brother, whom he truly
have turning points, and it’s hard not so, the summer after I graduated from loved”? What if his father had trans-
to fixate on them. Sartre advanced those college, she moved out of the D.C. sub- formed himself into a woman, and Stan-
ideas in a lecture called “Existentialism urbs and into a remote little house in ley had been the child of his father and
Is a Humanism,” which he delivered in the Virginia countryside, two hours away, his uncle? Maybe he would have been
Paris in 1945, when he was only locally near the Blue Ridge. born female, and “grown up in San Fran-
famous. On arriving at the venue, he It was a second emigration. Her cisco as a girl, / a tall, serious girl.” If all
discovered that he would have to push commute was punishing; unsettled and that had happened, then today, walking
through a brawling crowd that had gath- lonely, she grew isolated and drank too by the sea in Mexico, he might be able
ered in a sort of mini-riot. (“Probably much. A few years later, she had a pro- to meet a sailor, have an affair, and “give
some communists demonstrating against foundly disabling stroke. Little of the birth at last to my son—the boy/I love.”
me,” he speculated, according to Annie person she was remains. Today, she lives “Veracruz” reminds me of the peo-
Cohen-Solal’s “Sartre: A Life.”) He in a nursing home, where, strangely, she ple I know who believe in past lives, and
considered leaving the event but then seems content. Not long after the stroke, of stories like the one David Lynch tells
decided to press on, spending fifteen I made one last visit to her house, to in “Twin Peaks,” in which people seem
minutes making his way to the front, clear it out before it sold. I took a photo to step between alternate lives without
receiving a few kicks and blows along of her vegetable garden, gone to seed— knowing it. Such stories satisfy us deeply
the way. The lecture was a sensation and the closest she ever came to living the because they reconcile contrary ideas
made Sartre an international superstar. life she’d pictured. we have about ourselves and our souls.
That might not have happened if he’d On the one hand, we understand that
decided, reasonably, to leave. hat we could have, should have, we could have turned out any number
Like facets in a jewel, such moments
seem to put our lives into prismatic re-
W or would have done—these kinds
of thoughts follow an if-then logic. But
of ways; we know that we aren’t the only
possible versions of ourselves. But, on
lief. They make us feel the precarious- we’re also drawn to alternative selves the other, we feel that there is some fun-
ness and the specificity of the way things that hover on the edge of sense. Miller damental light within us—a filament
are. In “The Post-Birthday World,” Li- recounts how, when the musician Me- that burns, with its own special charac-
onel Shriver builds a whole novel around lissa Etheridge and her partner decided ter, from birth to death. We want to
this conceit: its chapters alternate be- to have children, they faced a decision: think that, whoever we might have been,
tween two time lines, one in which Irina, for their sperm donor, they considered we would have burned with the same
its protagonist, didn’t kiss her husband’s one of two friends, David Crosby or light. At the end of “Veracruz,” the poet
friend, and another in which she did. Brad Pitt. They chose Crosby. “My teen- comes home to the same son. It’s as
(In the first time line, she often thinks agers now are, like, ‘I could have had though my mother became a different
back on the moment of the almost-kiss— Brad Pitt,’ ” Etheridge later said. “ ‘I kind of person, finding happiness in her
an instant when her happy life hung in could’ve been amazingly handsome.’ ” garden while she could; and I, having
the balance.) The same essential prem- Miller shares a joke recorded by the phi- moved to San Francisco, became a coder
ise animates countless popular narratives, losopher Ted Cohen, about a man named with a business plan and a head full of
from rom-coms like “Sliding Doors” to Lev: “If I were the Czar, I would be algorithms; and still, when our eyes met
sci-fi series like “Devs.” And yet the richer than the Czar,” Lev tells a friend. over Skype, we were us.
premise is irrational: in truth, our lives “How could that be?” the friend asks. This vision seems impossible. As
have infinite facets, and, for any given “Well,” Lev says, “if I were the Czar, on Sartre says, we are who we are. But isn’t
outcome, the turning points we isolate the side I would give Hebrew lessons.” the negative space in a portrait part of
are necessary but not sufficient. The but- If I’m the Czar, or Brad Pitt’s son, am I that portrait? In the sense that our unled
terfly effect works in reverse: Sartre had still me? The idea that I, myself, could lives have been imagined by us, and are
to give his lecture, and my wife had to also be someone else seems to exploit a part of us, they are real; to know what
step into my elevator not just once but loophole in language. The words make someone isn’t—what she might have
twice, and yet many other, unremem- a sentence without making sense. And been, what she’s dreamed of being—
bered things also had to happen—in yet the senselessness of the wish to be this is to know someone intimately.
72 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
When we first meet people, we know
them as they are, but, with time, we per-
ceive the auras of possibility that sur- BRIEFLY NOTED
round them. Miller describes the emo-
tion this experience evokes as “beauty The Nine Lives of Pakistan, by Declan Walsh (Norton). The au-
and heartbreak together.” thor, a foreign correspondent who was based in Pakistan for
The novel I think of whenever I have almost a decade, here tells the story of this complicated na-
this feeling is Virginia Woolf ’s “To the tion through some of its most influential personalities, includ-
Lighthouse.” Mrs. Ramsay, its central ing Muhammad Ali Jinnah, its founder; the human-rights ac-
character, is the mother of eight children; tivist Asma Jahangir; and the legendary spy Sultan Amir Tarar.
the linchpin of her family, she is immersed Equally perceptive about the megacities of Karachi and La-
in the practicalities of her crowded, com- hore and the remote regions of Waziristan and Balochistan,
munal life. Still, even as she attends to Walsh portrays a Pakistan that is “more concept than coun-
the particulars—the morning’s excursion, try . . . strained under the centrifugal forces of history, identity
the evening’s dinner—she senses that and faith.” After examining the legacy of partition, the grip of
they are only placeholders, or handles the Taliban, and a web of ethnic and sectarian fault lines, Walsh
with which she can grasp something big- concludes that “the most pertinent question might be not
ger. The details of life seem to her both whether Pakistan will fail, but how it has survived this long.”
worthy of attention and somehow arbi-
trary; the meaning of the whole feels tied Oak Flat, by Lauren Redniss (Random House). The value of
up in its elusiveness. One night, she is time is at the heart of this illustrated nonfiction book, which
sitting at dinner, surrounded by her chil- blends reportage, oral history, and cosmology in an account
dren and her guests. She listens to her of conflict over a copper mine in southeastern Arizona. The
husband talking about poetry and philos- mine will cause Oak Flat—an ancient burial ground and re-
ophy; she watches her children whisper ligious site of the San Carlos Apache—to collapse into a cra-
some private joke. (She can’t know that ter a thousand feet deep. Redniss focusses on Naelyn Nosie,
two of them will die: a daughter in child- a self-proclaimed “modern day Apache female warrior,” whose
birth, a son in the First World War.) Then family has lived on a reservation for generations, and on the
she softens her focus. “She looked at the Gorham family, for whom the new mine promises relief from
window in which the candle flames burnt years of hardship. The narrative resists oversimplification and
brighter now that the panes were black,” draws out points of connection among people thrown into
Woolf writes, “and looking at that out- opposition by circumstance.
side the voices came to her very strangely,
as if they were voices at a service in a Nights When Nothing Happened, by Simon Han (Riverhead).
cathedral.” In this inner quiet, lines of This suspenseful début novel opens in a middle-class subur-
poetry sound: ban neighborhood in Texas. The members of the Cheng fam-
ily, having arrived from China at different times, are wildly dis-
And all the lives we ever lived and all the
lives to be
connected. The career-oriented mother came first, followed by
Are full of trees and changing leaves. her aimless husband, while their son stayed behind with grand-
parents. Only Annabel, the youngest, was born in the U.S., and
Mrs. Ramsay isn’t quite sure what her empowered outlook clashes with the rest of the family’s
these lines mean, and doesn’t know if she determination to tread lightly and fit in. Han switches nimbly
invented them, has just heard them, or among family members’ perspectives, and tensions culminate
is remembering them. Still, Woolf writes, at a potluck hosted out of obligation, “for to cancel a party was
“like music, the words seemed to be spo- to announce to your guests that something was wrong.”
ken by her own voice, outside her self,
saying quite easily and naturally what At Night All Blood Is Black, by David Diop, translated from the
had been in her mind the whole evening French by Anna Moschovakis (Farrar, Straus & Giroux). Alfa
while she said different things.” We all Ndiaye, the narrator of this mystical novel, is a Senegalese
dwell in the here and now; we all have soldier during the First World War. Recruited by the French
actual selves, actual lives. But what are Army to “play the savage,” he sneaks into the “blue-eyed
they? Selves and lives have penumbras enemy” encampment every night, returning with a severed
and possibilities—that’s what’s unique hand from each kill. He sees the attacks, which earn him a
about them. They are always changing, fearsome reputation, as avenging the death of a friend, but
and so are always new; they refuse to they exact a psychological toll. Hospitalized, he is made to
stand still. We live in anticipation of their draw, an activity that unleashes memories of his childhood in
meaning, which will inevitably exceed colonial Senegal, reveals parallels between his parents’ suffer-
what can be known or said. Much must ing and his own, and brings a deepening confrontation with
be left unsaid, unseen, unlived. a heritage of brutality.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 73
tional ground battles, as in Falluja, Iraq,
BOOKS where, in 2004, troops engaged in fierce
firefights with insurgents. But the bat-
CLEAN HANDS
tle for Raqqa—a war fought from cav-
ernous control rooms thousands of miles
away, or from aircraft thousands of feet
In Raqqa, U.S. bombs killed many Syrians. No Americans died. Is this moral? in the sky—is the true face of modern
American combat.
BY ANAND GOPAL We have been conditioned to judge
the merit of today’s wars by their con-
duct.The United Nations upholds norms
of warfare that, among other things,
prohibit such acts as torture, rape, and
hostage-taking. Human-rights groups
and international lawyers tend to des-
ignate a war “humane” when belliger-
ents have avoided harming civilians as
much as possible. However, in “Asym-
metric Killing: Risk Avoidance, Just
War, and the Warrior Ethos” (Oxford),
Neil Renic, a scholar of international
relations, challenges this standard. He
argues that, when assessing the human-
ity of a war, we should look not only to
the fate of civilians but also to whether
combatants have exposed themselves to
risk on the battlefield. Renic suggests
that when one side fully removes itself
from danger—even if it goes to consid-
erable lengths to protect civilians—it
violates the ethos of humane warfare.
The core principle of humane war-
fare is that fighters may kill one another
at any time, excepting those who are
rendered hors de combat, and must
avoid targeting civilians. It’s tempting
to say that civilians enjoy this protected
status because they are innocent, but,
as Renic points out, civilians “feed hun-
gry armies, elect bellicose leaders, and
or four months in 2017, an American- now homeless or confined to a wheel- educate future combatants.” In Syria,
F led coalition in Syria dropped some
ten thousand bombs on Raqqa, the
chair. What is certain is that the decima-
tion of Raqqa is unlike anything seen in
home to a popular revolution, entire
towns were mobilized for the war effort.
densely populated capital of the Islamic an American conflict since the Second Civilians—even children—acted as
State. Nearly eighty per cent of the city, World War. lookouts, arms smugglers, and spies.
which has a population of three hun- As then, this battle was waged against What really matters, then, is the type
dred thousand, was destroyed. I visited an enemy bent on overthrowing an entire of danger that someone in a battle zone
shortly after ISIS relinquished control, order, in an apparently nihilistic putsch presents. The moment that a person
and found the scale of the devastation against reason itself. But Raqqa was no picks up a weapon, whether donning a
difficult to comprehend: the skeletal sil- Normandy. Although many Syrians uniform or not, he or she poses a direct
houettes of collapsed apartment build- fought valiantly against ISIS and lost and immediate danger. This is the cru-
ings, the charred schools, the gaping their lives, the U.S., apart from a few cial distinction between armed person-
craters. Clotheslines were webbed be- hundred Special Forces on the ground, nel and civilians.
tween stray standing pillars, evidence that relied on overwhelming airpower, pros- But what if the belligerents them-
survivors were somehow living among ecuting the entire war from a safe dis- selves don’t pose a direct and immediate
the ruins. Nobody knows how many thou- tance. Not a single American died. The danger? Renic argues that in such the-
sands of residents died, or how many are U.S. still occasionally conducts conven- atres as Pakistan, where Americans de-
ploy remote-controlled drones to kill
The U.S., relying on airpower, fought the entire war from a safe distance. their enemies while rarely stepping foot
74 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 ILLUSTRATION BY MATT CHINWORTH
on the battlefield, insurgents on the subject the battlefield to rules, are we from its civil existence and its history,
ground cannot fight back—meaning that, overlooking deeper moral truths about thrown back to the evolutionary stage
in terms of the threat that they consti- the nature of war itself? of nomadic gatherers.” Then came the
tute, they are no different from civilians. nuclear bombs dropped on Hiroshima
It would then be just as wrong, Renic he notion that warfare should be and Nagasaki, which killed about two
suggests, to unleash a Hellfire missile on
a group of pickup-riding insurgents as
T governed by rules is ancient, and
dates at least to Augustine, who argued
hundred and fifty thousand people. In
all, Allied terror raids may have claimed
it would be to annihilate a pickup-rid- that a legitimate ruler can wage war some half a million civilian lives. The
ing family en route to a picnic. when he has good intentions and a just pattern continued in the Korean War;
One might respond that, say, the Pa- cause. In the Middle Ages, the Church Secretary of State Dean Rusk later re-
kistani Taliban does pose an immedi- attempted to ban the crossbow, and took called that the U.S. had bombed “every
ate threat to Pakistani civilians, if not efforts to protect ecclesiastical property brick that was standing on top of an-
to U.S. soldiers. But Renic contends that and noncombatants from wartime vio- other, everything that moved.”
the U.S., by avoiding the battlefield, has lence. But it was only in the nineteenth During the Vietnam War, a power-
turned civilians into attractive targets century that states attempted to fash- ful antiwar movement emerged for the
for insurgents eager for a fight. Whether ion laws and treaties to regulate war- first time since the First World War.
this claim is correct or not, it’s clear that time conduct. During the American Through television, the news of such
risk-free combat has brought warfare Civil War, the Union implemented the atrocities as the My Lai massacre reached
into new moral territory, requiring us Lieber Code, which sought to restrict directly into American living rooms, and
to interrogate our old notions of bat- the imposition of unnecessary suf- conscientious objectors and antiwar ac-
tlefield right and wrong. If we can dis- fering—torture or poisoning, for ex- tivists appealed to international law to
tinguish combatants from civilians only ample—on the enemy. The code also justify their opposition to the carnage.
by the danger that they pose to other enshrined as legal convention the prin- They were more successful in shaping
combatants, then the long-distance vi- ciple of “military necessity”: if violence U.S. conduct than they could have ever
olence of modern warfare is inhumane. had a strategic purpose—that is, if it imagined. After the war, the Pentagon
Renic concludes that the “increasingly could help win a war—it was allowed. revamped its arsenal with such inven-
sterile, bureaucratized, and detached In the Hague Conventions of 1899 and tions as laser-guided munitions, which
mode of American killing” has the flavor 1907, world powers accepted vague lim- could carry out “precision strikes.” The
of punishment rather than of war in any its on wartime conduct while uphold- U.S. military began to follow the prin-
traditional sense. In Barack Obama’s re- ing the principle of military necessity. ciples of the Hague Conventions, as well
cent memoir, he writes that, as Presi- States agreed to a moratorium on bal- as those found in other treaties, calling
dent, he wanted to save “the millions of loon-launched munitions, which had these combined regulations the Law of
young men” in the Muslim world who little tactical value, but were silent on Armed Conflict. American terror bomb-
were “warped and stunted by despera- the question of motorized aircraft. ings became a thing of the past. In the
tion, ignorance, dreams of religious glory, Many nations ignored even these lax first Gulf War, hundreds of specialist at-
the violence of their surroundings.” Yet regulations. The Hague Conventions torneys sat alongside generals at CENT-
he claims that, owing to where they prohibited “asphyxiating gases,” but COM headquarters in Saudi Arabia, and
lived, and the machinery at his disposal, world powers flouted the treaties with elsewhere, to insure that the U.S. fol-
he ended up “killing them instead.” abandon in the trenches of the First lowed legal rules of warfare. It was the
Leaving aside Obama’s crude general- World War. The conventions effectively largest per-capita wartime deployment
izations, Renic argues that he could in- outlawed the intentional targeting of of lawyers in American history.
deed have saved them—by “severely re- civilians, but by the Second World War On the face of it, scrupulous adher-
stricting” remote warfare. belligerents had recognized the military ence to the law is a victory for the cause
Renic’s book is part of a broader trend advantage of bombing towns and vil- of humane war. Yet the ruins of Syria
of scholars and human-rights activists lages. In 1942, British policy actually tell a more complicated story. Not long
contending with the wreckage caused barred aircraft from targeting military before the U.S. assault on Raqqa, Rus-
by America’s recent conflicts abroad. facilities, ordering them instead to strike sian and Syrian forces launched a major
Their studies share a basic quest: how working-class areas of German cit- offensive to capture the rebel-held east-
can we use rules to make warfare more ies—“for the sake of increasing terror,” ern side of Aleppo. Paying no heed to
humane? Whereas Renic focusses on as Churchill later put it. In 1943, the U.S. international law, they retook the city
moral rules, much of this other work is and British Air Forces of Operation with savage efficiency, laying waste to
concerned with legal rules. In the af- Gomorrah rained down fire and steel crowded markets and hospitals. Yet the
termath of the Raqqa battle, Amnesty upon Hamburg for seven nights, kill- end result looked no different from
International and other organizations ing fifty-eight thousand civilians. Urban Raqqa: a large civilian death toll, hon-
sifted through the rubble, carefully doc- bombing campaigns left millions of eycombed apartment buildings, streets
umenting whether this or that bomb- homeless and shell-shocked Germans choked with rubble, entire neighbor-
ing complied with the laws of war. This roaming a ravaged land that W. G. Se- hoods flattened.
work is salutary, but a troubling ques- bald later described as the “necropolis The U.S.-led coalition waged its
tion looms behind it: in our drive to of a foreign, mysterious people, torn assault on Raqqa with exacting legal
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 75
precision. It vetted every target carefully, tentionally kill civilians. It is true that the blame: militants dispersed them-
with a fleet of lawyers scrutinizing strikes no one in the chain of command wished selves throughout schools and apart-
the way an in-house counsel pores over to massacre civilians that night—not ment buildings, and otherwise lived
a corporation’s latest contract. During the pilot or the targeteers or the law- among the civilian population. Yet this
the battle, the coalition commander, yers. The U.S. points to this fact in call- does not necessarily absolve the U.S.
Lieutenant General Stephen J.Townsend, ing the Tokhar incident an error, regret- When counter-insurgency doctrine was
declared, “I challenge anyone to find a table but not illegal. Yet, though it is in vogue during the conflicts in Iraq and
more precise air campaign in the his- reasonable to invoke intention when re- Afghanistan, American forces sought
tory of warfare.” Although human-rights ferring to the mind-set of an individ- to win “hearts and minds” by embed-
activists insist that the coalition could ual—this is the idea behind the legal ding in population centers. For an Af-
have done more to protect civilians, concept mens rea—it seems odd to as- ghan, few sights stirred as much dread
Townsend is right: unlike Russia, Amer- cribe a mental state to a collective actor as a column of beige armored Humvees
ica does not bomb indiscriminately. The like an army or a state. It is clear, how- snaking through a crowded market. If
U.S. razed an entire city, killing thou- ever, that the coalition could have fore- a suicide bomber attacked the Humvees,
sands in the process, without commit- seen the outcome of its actions: it had Americans would rightly condemn him
ting a single obvious war crime. filmed the area for weeks, and intelli- for his disregard for the surrounding
gence indicating that the village was civilians—even if he had the force of
uring the summer of 2016, resi- populated would not have been diffi- the law, in the guise of proportionality,
D dents of Tokhar, a riverside ham-
let in northern Syria, gathered every
cult to gather. During the coalition’s
campaign against ISIS, it often based its
behind him.
The contradictions of U.S. military
night in four houses on the commu- bombing decisions on faulty assump- conduct don’t go unnoticed. Human-
nity’s edge, hoping to evade gunfire tions about civilian life; in Mosul, it tar- rights organizations frequently accuse
and bombs. This was the farthest point geted a pair of family homes after fail- the U.S. of committing war crimes, in-
from a front line, a mile away, where ing to observe civilians outdoors over cluding in the Raqqa battle. In nearly
U.S.-backed forces were engaging ISIS the course of a few afternoons. Iraqis every case, though, the U.S. can muster
fighters. Every night, a drone hovered typically avoid the blazing midday heat. a convincing defense. What is in dis-
over Tokhar, filming the villagers’ pro- Four people died. The Law of Armed pute is not whether or not the U.S. killed
cession from their scattered homes to Conflict excuses genuine errors and civilians but the interpretation of the
these makeshift bunkers. The base- proscribes intentional killing, but most law: the U.S. uses a much looser inter-
ments became crowded with farmers, American warfare operates in a gray pretation of intentionality and propor-
mothers, schoolgirls, and small chil- zone, which exists, in part, because the tionality than most human-rights groups
dren. On July 18th, at around 3 A.M., law itself is so vague. do. After such deaths occur, no inde-
the houses exploded. Thick smoke cov- A second pillar of the legal code is pendent arbiter adjudicates the U.S.’s
ered the night sky. Limbs were strewn the rule of proportionality: states can actions—only vanquished forces ever
across the rubble. Children were bur- kill civilians if they are aiming for a mil- get dragged before an international tri-
ied under collapsed walls. itary target, as long as the loss of civil- bunal. The Pentagon is left to judge it-
People from surrounding villages ian life is proportional to the military self, and, unsurprisingly, almost always
spent two weeks digging out bodies. advantage they gain by the attack. What finds in its own favor. The law’s ambi-
The coalition, meanwhile, announced this means is anyone’s guess: how do guities allow the U.S. to classify atroc-
that it had destroyed “nine ISIL fight- you measure “military advantage” against ities like that in Tokhar as accidents,
ing positions, an ISIL command and human lives? During the Mosul battle, even if the deadly results were foresee-
control node, and 12 ISIL vehicles” in snipers went onto the roof of the home able, and therefore avoidable.
the area that night. Eventually, after re- of Mohammed Tayeb al-Layla, a for-
ports surfaced that many civilians had mer dean of engineering at Mosul Uni- ow many civilian deaths in Raqqa
died, the coalition admitted to killing
twenty-four. When a colleague and I
versity. According to neighbors, he and
his wife rushed upstairs, pleading with
H were avoidable? In Tokhar, it was
possible to reconstruct the evidence, but
visited, a year after the raid, we docu- them to leave. In a flash, a warhead flat- often it is not. Without transparency
mented at least a hundred and twenty tened the home, killing the snipers, al- in the targeting process, the military
dead civilians, and found no evidence Layla and his wife, and their daughter, usually has the final word. Yet there is
that any ISIS members had been pres- who was downstairs. It’s nearly impos- one way we can intuitively know when
ent near the four houses. A mother told sible to say how one would weigh two an armed force has an alternative to
me that some small children were oblit- dead snipers against a dead family, but causing civilian suffering. When U.S.
erated, their bodies never found. most conventions would consider the forces are faced with a pair of ISIS gun-
“We take all measures during the tar- killing lawful. Much of the destruction men on the roof of an apartment build-
geting process . . . to comply with the in Raqqa follows the example of the al- ing, they can call in a five-hundred-
principles of the Law of Armed Conflict,” Layla household: death by a thousand pound laser-guided bomb—or they can
U.S. Marine Major Adrian J. T. Ran- proportional strikes. approach the enemy on foot, braving
kine-Galloway said. The essence of this American officials are quick to point enemy fire, and secure the building
legal code is that militaries cannot in- out that ISIS deserves a good share of through old-fashioned battle. In the
76 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
past, armies have sometimes chosen the in question was George Washington. all suffering may be as great as a wan-
harder path: during the Second World In 2014, the bio-pic “American Sniper” ton slaughter that ended in a decisive
War, when Allied French pilots carried ignited a debate about whether its pro- victory. The U.S. cannot carry out such
out bombing raids on Vichy territory— tagonist, a legendary marksman, had fab- a slaughter without violating the law
part of their homeland—they flew at ricated parts of his story. But, Renic points and provoking widespread opposition,
lower altitudes, in order to avoid strik- out, nobody questioned the moral legit- and so the conflict remains at a per-
ing civilians, even though it increased imacy of sniping itself, an indication of petual low boil. The U.S. finds itself in
the chances that they’d be shot down. the extent to which courage has vanished a peculiar situation in which it can nei-
For the U.S. military, however, the rules as a battlefield norm in today’s wars. Even ther win nor lose its wars.
are blind to the question of risk. The if he is overstating the role of valor his- Faced with this bitter truth, some
law doesn’t consider whether an armed torically, it’s clear that the U.S. military thinkers espouse the doctrine of real-
force could have avoided unnecessary today goes to great lengths ism, which bluntly states
civilian suffering by exposing itself to to avoid risk, justifying its that the battlefield is no
greater danger. For Neil Renic, wars conduct instead by extolling place for moral strictures.
waged exclusively through drones, there- the Law of Armed Conflict. But this doctrine can be
fore, point to the “profound discord be- A military that emphasizes used to excuse terrible and
tween what is lawful on the battlefield courage may wind up pro- unnecessary suffering. An-
and what is moral.” tecting more civilians, but other approach is pacifism,
This may be why the U.S. military with bravery comes body which, for all its merits, asks
today tends to downplay the old mar- bags—and, the moment that us to condemn both the ty-
tial virtue of courage. Historically, though, body bags arrived in the U.S., rant and those violently re-
the concept was so central to the idea we would be forced to con- sisting tyranny. That leaves
of good soldiering that weapons or tac- tend with the hard questions the moral tradition of “just
tics lacking in valor sparked objections that the law lets us ignore. Were those war,” which maintains that warfare is a
from the ranks. Renic writes that when deaths of Americans worth it? What is fixture of human existence, so the best
aircraft first entered the modern arse- the purpose of this war? Should it be we can hope for is to regulate when and
nal, in the nineteen-tens, fighter pilots fought, and, if so, fought differently? how it is waged. This is the essential
engaged in dogfights reminiscent of the These are conversations that neither the idea informing the laws of war.
gallantry of a medieval duel. But such military nor human-rights organizations Yet, although armed conflict is not
long-distance tactics as mortar fire and appear interested in having. disappearing anytime soon, that doesn’t
aerial bombardment had little to do with mean we must reduce war solely to a
valor. A pilot from the First World War ritics might say that the ruins of question of legal violations and bat-
recalled, “You did not sit in a muddy
trench while someone who had no per-
C Syria reveal the limited value of
the laws of war: two armies, operating
tlefield rules. Even if we can never abol-
ish war, Immanuel Kant argued, we
sonal enmity against you loosed off a under greatly differing norms, produced should act as if we could, and design
gun, five miles away, and blew you to nearly identical results in Raqqa and our institutions accordingly. Today in
smithereens.” He concluded, “That was Aleppo. Defenders might retort that America, we could work to insulate the
not fighting; it was murder. Senseless, such rules, even when vague or overly Pentagon’s decisions from defense con-
brutal, ignoble.” A British airman from permissive, are better than none at all. tractors and other vested interests; more
the Second World War wrote, “I was a Probably both views are correct, but important, we could revert the decision
fighter pilot, never a bomber pilot, and the focus on legality may have lulled to make war to democratic control. After
I thank God for that. I do not believe I us into a comfort with war itself. Hu- 9/11, Congress passed the Authoriza-
could ever have obeyed orders as a man-rights groups have found the U.S. tion for the Use of Military Force, which
bomber pilot; it would have given me guilty of dozens of war crimes in Af- Presidents have since invoked to jus-
no sense of achievement to drop bombs ghanistan, but most American killing tify at least thirty-seven military activ-
on German cities.” has been lawful: a housewife wander- ities in fourteen countries, including
Though sniping causes far less dev- ing too close to a convoy, a farmer the U.S. war in Syria, without formal
astation, it has long aroused a similar gunned down on faulty assumptions, a declaration or public debate. Whether
unease. In the First World War, a Brit- family made victim to the rule of pro- this or that pile of rubble was produced
ish brigadier-general denounced the portionality. Americans seem to be- lawfully, or whether or not American
practice as “an act of cold murder, hor- come exercised about the miseries of boots touched Syrian soil, is not nearly
rible to the most callous, distasteful to combat only when the rules are as important as the fact that the U.S.
all but the most perverted.” During the flagrantly violated; as long as they are was free to raze a foreign city with no
American Revolution, a young British not, a war quietly slides into the back- public discussion or accountability. Per-
officer trained his rifle’s sights on a tar- ground—even into a permanent state haps only when our foreign adventures
get, only to decide that “it was not pleas- of being. If the Afghan war continued are subject to democratic constraints
ant to fire at the back of an unoffending for another twenty years, it’s doubtful will we view the starting and ending of
individual who was acquitting himself whether it would arouse much domes- wars—not just their conduct—as a mat-
very coolly of his duty.” The individual tic opposition, even though the over- ter of life and death.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 77
silver-lining irony of satisfying all art-
THE ART WORLD ists’ ruling wish: to be alone in the stu-
dio. Alone with themselves. Alone with
there are some good jokes on homebound alarm in a pigment that he has invented and hospitable to surges of soulfulness:
malaise. Among the better-known art- and dubbed Anxious Red; Cecily Brown’s the assertion (or insertion) of individual
ists, Raymond Pettibon pictures himself pencilled carnage of game animals after solitudes in shared time. For most art-
bingeing on episodes of “The Twilight a seventeenth-century still-life by Frans ists, perhaps including most of those in
Zone” and Katherine Bernhardt reports Snyders; and a meticulous, strikingly the show, drawing is a workaday task
a homeopathic regimen of cigarettes and sombre self-portrait by R. Crumb? Isola- central to a process that is destined to
Xanax. Stylistic commonalities are scarce, tion. Intended or not in individual cases, yield results in painting, sculpture, in-
aside from a frequent tilt toward wonky the melancholy gestalt is strong, as is its stallation, or another format. (If a draw-
ing is like a prayer, a completed project
Rashid Johnson’s abstraction uses a pigment that he has dubbed Anxious Red. is like a Sabbath.) I’m imposing my the-
78 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020
sis on a lot of work that, while impres- last year, prisoners.) The artists in “100
sive on its own terms, seems output-as- Drawings from Now” were selected by
usual for its creators: a powerfully three staff curators of different genera-
composed (and plenty timely) protest of tions: the boomer Laura Hoptman, the
institutionalized violence against Black Gen X-er Claire Gilman, and the mil-
people, by the Bahamas-born Lavar lennial Rosario Güiraldes—though,
Munroe; an antic scarecrow figure against again, you wouldn’t easily distinguish pe- Your Anniversary
a geometric ground, by the thirty-one- riod styles among their respective co- Immortalized
in Roman Numerals
year-old Walter Price, from Georgia; a horts. The works pick no perceptible crit-
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background accompaniment to the show’s of an individual’s intervention in history.
instances of urgency and agitation. (And But quality and energy count, as always.
who can say what inner pressures at- You know you’re in good hands with
tended their making?) Even—or espe- brisk portraits that the New Yorkers Sam
cially—understatement succeeds. I was Messer and Rochelle Feinstein drew of
at first perplexed and then riveted by the each other, simultaneously, via Zoom.
contribution from Karen Kilimnik, a ro- There’s refreshment, besides ominous-
coco visual poet of courtly romance. She ness, in the Chinese artist Cao Fei’s re-
sketched only the symbols of the four alist rendering of a bottle of hand sani-
card suits—heart, spade, diamond, club— tizer and introspective drama in the Hong
in blue, two greens, and red. I take the Kong-born Paul Chan’s inky and dense
work as a confession of the inadequacy semi-abstract of his studio, drawn with ADVERTISEMENT
of art in the face of lived suffering, but his nondominant left hand.
also as a log-in for the occasion: another Silence reigned as, masked and wary,
artist is present, making things despite I viewed the show. The space was almost
all. Kilimnik’s gesture seemed to me the deserted. I might have thought, Where
next best thing to Wittgenstein’s dictum is everybody? But, of course, I knew. The
“Whereof one cannot speak thereof one world’s population is atomized among
must be silent.” A fluent acrylic of a the dying, the ill, the quarantined, the
blooming iris by Amy Sillman evinces sheltered, the heroically imperilled “es-
similar tact: the artist weighing in with
the little, but all of the little, that she can
sential” (never forget!), and, God save the
mark, the blinkered fools. None are likely WHAT’S
THE
muster amid common distress. to crowd art shows anytime soon, even
as precautionary measures have enabled
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T tude for the thoughtfulness and in parts of the country. Do you some-
IDEA?
nimble timing of the show. It is an ex- times imagine that you’re getting used to
emplary nonprofit that has survived art- the emergency? I think I can guarantee
world ups and downs since its founding, that you’re not, burdened by states of
in 1977, in a disused warehouse on Greene mind that will be comprehensible only
Street and its move, ten years later, to 35 retrospectively, when they no longer per- Small space
Wooster Street, in what was then a hot tain. The world going on nonetheless, as has big rewards.
zone for galleries but is gelid now. The the world will, feels bizarrely conditional,
rationale for its creation was an argu- subject in thought and action to a blan-
ment that graphic mediums are too often keting subjunctive mood: things as we
discounted in assessments of new art. I wish they were. We are waiting this out
remember initially doubting the empha- with nostalgia for lost freedoms, fear and
sis, which seemed to me a mite precious. empathy in the present, and, perhaps,
(What next? The Macramé Nook?) But vague anticipation of eventual survivor’s
the center’s exhibition programs, featur- guilt. Never has social privilege seemed
ing artists both prominent and tyro, have more unfair while being clung to so te- TO FIND OUT MORE, CONTACT
proved invaluable for their sidelights on naciously. Some of us—artists—are un-
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THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 79
end who seems less interested in tend-
POP MUSIC ing to his legacy than in scratching a
chronic itch.
WHIMS
He recorded his solo début in se-
cret, in 1969 and 1970. The Beatles
were in the process of disbanding, and
Paul McCartney’s surprisingly playful pandemic album. he was reportedly sullen; the album,
called “McCartney,” is a breakup rec-
BY HUA HSU ord, though its heartache manifests
less in the songs’ lyrics than in their
tattered edges. The record is filled with
gorgeous half-finished melodies that
eschew the perfectionism to which Bea-
tles fans had grown accustomed, baffling
listeners. “The Lovely Linda,” for ex-
ample, starts off as a pretty ode to his
wife but then ends suddenly, as Mc-
Cartney dissolves into giggles. In the
eighties, as Wings was breaking up,
McCartney recorded a sequel, “Mc-
Cartney II,” on which he ditched rock
classicism for synthesizers and drum
machines. Perhaps it wasn’t a master-
piece, he told an interviewer, but it
was “total freedom.”
This year, as the pandemic swept
across the world, McCartney and his
family retreated to his farm in East Sus-
sex. He turned his prodigious work
ethic to home recording and started
tinkering with a scrap of a song he’d
begun in the nineties. He ended up
with an entire album, “McCartney III,”
which comes out on December 18th.
The opener, “Long Tailed Winter Bird,”
summarizes the one-man approach. He
begins by casually strumming his gui-
tar, almost as if he’s tuning it, and then
works out a raga-like pattern. He adds
layers: a friendly bass line, background
ince the Beatles officially broke up, records, but McCartney seems to be coos, electric guitar, pounding drums,
S in 1970, Paul McCartney has released
more than thirty original albums and
perpetually sketching, pursuing a ca-
reer of whims and compulsions. In 1971,
strings and woodwinds. It goes on a bit
longer than necessary, as if he were just
dozens of singles. They have included he and his then wife, Linda, formed a noodling around. “Deep Deep Feeling”
ragged, folksy home recordings; pro- new band, Wings, perhaps so that their opens with McCartney riffing about
pulsive, glossy rock; children’s music family could spend more time together. the highs and lows of love, exhausting
featuring singing frogs; covers of fifties “It was just something we wanted to the rhyming possibilities of the word
R. & B. favorites; duets with Carl Per- do, so if we got it wrong, big deal,” he “emotion” with “devotion,” “ocean,” and
kins, Michael Jackson, and Stevie Won- said. He characterized an album in the “motion.” He adds an ethereal synth
der; collaborations with members of eighties as having started as “a mess- line, a stretched-out blues guitar; to-
Led Zeppelin and the Royal Liverpool around.” Even when he compiled “Pure gether, the instruments convey a storm-
Symphony Orchestra; and excursions McCartney,” a 2016 retrospective of his iness that his words never quite capture.
into disco, ambient techno, and cut- post-Beatles career, he shrugged off any In the popular imagination of the
and-paste soundscapes. By comparison, grand purpose, saying that it was sim- Beatles, John Lennon was the anguished,
the Beatles released only twelve full ply “something fun to listen to.” No hard-driving dreamer, the one plumb-
studio albums—about nine hours of doubt McCartney takes his craft and ing his psychological depths or reach-
music. They made statements with their his career seriously. But he’s a living leg- ing for the impossible vision. McCartney
was the simpler one: he was congenial
The Beatles made statements, but McCartney seems to be perpetually sketching. and silly, pathological only about song-
80 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 ILLUSTRATION BY MALIKA FAVRE
writing. He came up with melodies and In 2016, when Rae Sremmurd’s “Black
left them unfinished because there were Beatles” (streamed a hundred and thirty PUZZLES & GAMES DEPT.
always more to write. There are a few million more times than “Here Comes
moments of “McCartney III” that re the Sun”) became the soundtrack for a
call this sense of delight. “Lavatory Lil,”
a trifling blues boogie, echoes the child
viral “mannequin” challenge, McCartney
took part, filming a video of himself
The New Yorker
ish, characterdriven songs of the Bea frozen while playing a grand piano. Crossword Puzzle
tles’ “Abbey Road.” “Love those Black Beatles,” he wrote
Since the nineties, many of McCart on Twitter. In recent years, McCartney
ney’s albums have been produced in a has sung on a track by the E.D.M. pro
way that seems conscious of his glory ducer the Bloody Beetroots and per
days, and his effect on British music. formed with the surviving members of
Sometimes it sounds as though he were Nirvana. He is on this month’s cover
singing over a simulacrum of a Beatles of Rolling Stone, alongside Taylor Swift.
song, and at other times as though he Such moments give younger artists a
were sharing in the fun of disciples bridge to history; McCartney satisfies
like Oasis or Adele. The most affect his curiosity about kids these days.
ing moments of “McCartney III” are But it may be impossible for a sep
when his age and his limitations show. tuagenarian exBeatle to grasp the anx
(He’s seventyeight.) He works his way ietyfilled world that his musical de
through a lovely acoustic ballad called scendants have inherited. The pandemic
“The Kiss of Venus” slowly and gin has provided an occasion for younger
gerly, his voice carefully tracing an as artists, including Taylor Swift, Charli
cending guitar line. On “Women and XCX, and BTS, to release work that
Wives,” he sounds warbly, as though he touches on the isolation and loneliness
were losing control of his instrument. of contemporary life. By contrast, there’s
“When tomorrow comes around /You’ll something incredibly “Paul” about Mc
be looking at the future,” he sings sternly. Cartney’s approach to the pandemic
“So keep your feet upon the ground /And album: cheery, resilient, forever look
get ready to run.” ing forward. It’s a reminder of one of
the Beatles’ most powerful messages to
few years ago, there was a troll baby boomers: life gets better. It’s get
A ish online debate about whether
the Atlanta rap trio Migos was better
ting better all the time.
McCartney’s optimism feels vintage.
than the Beatles. A version of it took In “Seize the Day,” he reminds us, over
place in my college dorm in the nine warm electric keys, to stay in the mo
ties; the challenger then was Boyz II ment: “When the cold days come/When
Men. I’ve since decided that there is the old ways fade away /There’ll be no
no way for the upstart to win this ar more sun / And we’ll wish that we had 1. Plot device sometimes
gument. One gets the sense that it sim held on to the day.” For the album’s used in thrillers.
ply entrenches the Beatles as a cultural splendid closer, “Winter Bird—When
2. Bad stuff to microwave.
monolith. Invoking their name con Winter Comes,” he returns to the al
nects us to the possibility of some uni bum’s opening guitar lick. The song 3. N.Y.C. club said to
versally agreedupon standard of great then morphs into a folk tune that dou have catalyzed the punk
ness, a kind of consensus that no longer bles as a todo list of tasks around his movement.
seems within reach. farm: fix a fence, dig a drain, plant some 4. Apt to snoop.
In this way, McCartney can sometimes trees. Time passes, he notes, and some
seem like a symbol rather than a per day the trees will cast shade. The im
son. Currently, his most streamed song plication is that McCartney won’t be Find a new crossword
on Spotify is “FourFiveSeconds,” a 2015 around to see them, but, by doing his every Monday, Wednesday,
track featuring Rihanna and Kanye West. part, he has helped a future visitor. The and Friday, and a cryptic
every Sunday, at
(It has seven hundred million listens, sentiment is lovely, and it harks back newyorker.com/crossword
nearly two hundred million more than to a different generation’s sense of what’s
“Here Comes the Sun.”) Kanye and Ri possible. We’d all like to believe that
hanna are the stars of the song; Mc love will prevail, that the earth will heal
Cartney’s presence seems gestural, a itself, and that we’ll leave things better
way for them to link themselves to the than we found them. He’s written this
canon. But McCartney appears to rel song countless times. But it sounds a
ish these brushes with the Zeitgeist. little different now.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 81
appetite, or simply to tolerate the su-
ON TELEVISION perfluous and the occasionally grotesque.
(“How To” includes some footage from
STREET SCENES
Wilson’s infomercial years: lots of close-
ups of processed meat.) He has an eye
for pun and metaphor, and an affec-
John Wilson’s Martian’s-eye view of the habits of Homo sapiens. tionate attunement to human foibles
and eccentricities, which he captures
BY ALEXANDRA SCHWARTZ with sneaky technique. If you happen
to be having an upright nap on a park
bench with your jacket draped, shroud-
like, over your face, or trying to patiently
lure a pigeon into a shopping bag on
the streets of midtown in broad day-
light, Wilson may well be lurking near
you, recording the whole thing.
For years, Wilson posted short films
to his Web site, where he garnered a
small and passionate following. He is,
at heart, a collector and collagist, and
he hit on the conceit of mock-instruc-
tional videos as a way to organize his
abundance of material. One of his fans
was the cringe-comedy pioneer Nathan
Fielder, who became an executive pro-
ducer of “How To,” pitching the con-
cept to networks as “‘Planet Earth,’ but
for New York.” That description is sort
of right. In episodes with names like
“How to Make Small Talk” and “How
to Cover Your Furniture,” Wilson takes
a Martian’s-eye view of the habits and
customs of Homo sapiens, though he
doesn’t profess the expertise of a David
Attenborough. His primary student
seems to be himself. “Small talk is the
glue that binds us all together, and the
armor that shields us from each other’s
darkest thoughts” is a standard piece of
Wilson narration. His affect is that of
ow did “How To with John Wil- his camera to find the treasures buried an awkward man-child; he has a slightly
H son” make it onto HBO? I mean
that as a compliment. The show, an en-
among the trash, and not just the figu-
rative kind. The show opens on an image
squashed, Kermit the Frog voice that
sits in the back of his throat, and the
dearing, oddball comic documentary in of an overflowing, graffiti-speckled halting, reading-aloud style of a novice
six half-hour episodes, isn’t glamorous, dumpster, with the Manhattan skyline public speaker. Even the closed cap-
or suspenseful, or slick. It has minimal hovering in the background, waiting tioning preserves his “um”s.
drama and no murder, and looks as if for her closeup. It never comes. Wilson What makes the show spark is the
it were shot for roughly the same bud- is interested in what happens at ground specificity of the images that Wilson
get that the network once allotted for a level; when he does look up, he can’t pairs with his deadpan text. As breezy
pair of Carrie Bradshaw’s shoes. There’s see the skyscrapers for the scaffolding. as the result can seem, his process of
no sex—though one episode contains Wilson is thirty-four and lives in foraging is painstaking; the footage that
an astonishing, if chaste, display of male Queens. He has worked as a video ed- went into the show took two years to
nudity—but there is a ton of city. Wil- itor for a private investigator, and as a gather. Wilson edits musically, using
son’s subject is human behavior, and his cameraman on infomercials. The first visual beats to create tight rhythms,
terrain is New York, which he trawls job must have trained him to look for tonal ironies, felicities, and jokes. The
with the obsessive devotion of a beach- the telling detail, the blip in the pat- phrase “New York is filled with friendly
comber, sifting through the streets with tern, and the second to whet the visual people” means something different when
it is paired with the sight of a scowl-
“How To with John Wilson” guides us through New York’s human menagerie. ing FedEx driver flaunting his crotch
82 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 21, 2020 ILLUSTRATION BY JOSH COCHRAN
in a va fangool grip. The show contains ciation of soccer referees, which de-
an encyclopedic array of grimaces, eye volves into acrimony and petty theft.
rolls, and acquiescent smiles. One of If a group of refs can’t establish order,
my favorite shots is of a portly man in who can? Another highlight is a por-
a business suit, rubbing his hands to- trait of Wilson’s landlady, an Old Coun-
gether over and over, in an age-old ges- try, kerchief-wearing woman he calls
ture of distress. What I felt, after nearly Mama, who invites him to watch “Jeop-
three hours of touring through this ardy!” on her sofa and does his laundry
human menagerie with Wilson as my as if he were her young son. Mama
guide, was a fresh admiration of our watches Alex Trebek, and the camera
species’ physical ability to express so watches Mama, returning her devotion
many variations of the same thing. with love.
Because the success of each episode FEED HOPE .
FEED LOVE .
depends on Wilson’s ability to hook a n a sense, “How To with John Wil-
distinctive subject who can nudge it in
new directions, we meet a parade of ear-
I son” is the perfect documentary for
our documenting-obsessed culture, a
nest and self-promoting weirdos, not bizarro companion—or corrective—to
all of equal interest. You can understand Instagram’s bombardment of images of
how exciting it must have been for Wil- other landscapes, other homes, other
son to discover, in a grocery store, an lives. We take pictures so that we can
apostle of “The Mandela Effect”—the show one another—and remind our-
phenomenon of commonly shared false selves—where we were, what we saw,
memories—and to follow him to a con- what we wore, what we ate. Wilson
ference in Ketchum, Idaho, where at- opens one episode with a clever mon-
tendees swapped elaborate theories of tage of people posing for photographs
the multiverse to explain the fact that and selfies; under his living lens, they
they always thought that “Oscar Mayer” wobble and bob, straining to keep still.
was spelled with two “e”s. But this kind That kind of preservation of dailiness
of American kookiness is not all that is what he’s after, too. In an episode
hard to sniff out, and Wilson’s arch, called “How to Improve Your Mem-
zoological approach stumbles when it ory,” he reveals that, for the past decade,
courts his viewers’ condescension. The he has kept notebooks listing each day’s
show, with its scavenger-hunt ethos, can activities, beginning with the time he
get a little cutesy, and some of the gags woke up and what he ate for breakfast.
border on Facebook meme material. The sight of the notebooks, divided into
When everyone’s a documentarian, the grids and filled with cramped hand-
professional loses his edge. writing, is startling. Wilson puts his
Fundamentally, though, Wilson is anxiety on full display; he has spent
an appreciator. He likes to talk to peo- years worrying about losing the past,
ple, and people like to talk to him. On but, when he reads over what he has
a mission to learn how to cook risotto, written, he finds that it has managed to
he wanders into the back yard of a house escape anyway.
flying the Italian flag and ends up in Memory, in New York, is a way of
the kitchen, where the owner, a mid- planting a flag in our ever-shifting city,
dle-aged Italian-American guy, pre- claiming a stake for ourselves. See that
pares the dish from scratch. (At mo- bank? It used to be my favorite bar. I
ments like this, it’s worth pondering remember how it was before, and it was
the private worlds that Wilson, a be- better then. The city is always vanish-
spectacled, bearded white dude, is given ing, maybe never faster than now. Wil-
access to, and the ones he isn’t.) It can son shot his last episode in early March,
make you a little queasy to watch Wil- as the coronavirus hit the city. He en-
son focus his lens on some unsuspect- ters a supermarket, trying to find the
ing schmo. Still, you could argue that end of a snaking line of panic shop-
the quirks that he spies on in secret pers, a new era of city life beginning
pale in comparison with what people before his eyes. Then, like everyone else,
willingly reveal about themselves. In he retreats home. Will New York still
“How to Split the Check,” Wilson, in- be New York when he ventures out
vestigating notions of fairness, attends again? A true New Yorker doesn’t have
a dinner on Long Island for an asso- to ask.
To begin with, the scheme goes swim-
THE CURRENT CINEMA mingly. At school, after making a pit stop
in the bathroom to refuel with Smirnoff,
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